“Are you ready to go Easter egg hunting?” he asks her.
“Yes, I’m going to get all the eggs,” she yells happily, running toward the front of her house. Taking his hand before he can follow her, I take a step toward him and lean up, wrapping my hands around the back of his neck, bringing his face closer to mine. “I would do it all again, even the scary parts, as long as I knew Hope and I would have you in the end. I would do it all over again,” I tell him honestly.
“Baby.” He shakes his head, resting his forehead against mine.
“It’s the truth,” I murmur, and his arms tighten while his mouth drops down to mine, kissing me gently.
“Wet’s go, people!” Hope yells, breaking into the moment, making us both smile.
*
“Marry me.”
Opening my eyes to look at Jax through the moonlit room, I feel my mouth go dry. “What?”
“I had this whole fucking thing planned of how I was going to ask, but I don’t want to wait any longer. Marry me, Ellie,” he says, picking up my hand, settling something cool and heavy on my finger.
“Jax.”
“We’ll go to Vegas next weekend.”
“Oh, my God.” I shake my head, feeling my throat close up.
“We can take people with us or have a party when we get home, but I don’t want to wait.”
“Okay,” I whisper, pressing myself flush against him and balling my hand into a fist, afraid the ring will disappear if I don’t.
“What?” he asks against my forehead, where his lips have landed.
“When I was younger, I saw a commercial where this couple rented a convertible and got married at a drive-thru. Do they really have that?” I ask, and his face dips toward mine.
“I’ll find out.”
“Okay,” I murmur then tuck my head under his chin.
“You don’t want to see your ring?” he asks with a smile in his tone as his arms band tighter around me.
“I already know it’s perfect,” I whisper as tears fill my eyes. I know it’s going to take a while for all of us to heal, but I know, with time, things will get a little better everyday, and in the end, as long as we have each other, nothing else will matter.
Epilogue
Ellie
Three years and seven month later
“What the hell are you doing?” Jax roars, placing his hands on the back of my knees. Setting down the box of cereal on the shelf in the cabinet, I roll my eyes. I swear if he’s not roaring, he’s growling. “I asked you a damn question, Ellie Mayson.”
“I’m putting away the groceries,” I say, turning around to face him. Then I get down on my knees and swing my legs around so that I can take a seat on the countertop, which I had used a chair to climbed up onto so I could put away some of the extras I bought in the cabinets close to the ceiling.
“I told you I’d go shopping,” he says, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me against his body, and then sliding me carefully to the floor. “I also told you that if you needed to put anything away up there,” he says, pointing to the cabinets, “I’d do it when I got home. Are you even listening to me?” he frowns, moving his face closer to mine.
“Sorry, what?” I ask, blinking up at him. Since I got pregnant, he’s been bossier than ever, and half the time, I tend to zone him out when he’s talking about what I can or can’t do.
“Ellie, you’re seven months pregnant, not two anymore.”
“I’m being careful. I’m not doing anything the doctor hasn’t said is okay for me to do. You need to relax, Jax. Hey, that rhymed. Relax, Jax should be a slogan.” I smile and his frown grows deeper.
“The doctor told you it’s okay to climb up on the countertop?” he asks, ignoring my joke and placing his hands on my ever-growing belly, rubbing gently.
“No, but—”
“I don’t want anything to happen to you or my boy.”
“Fine, I won’t climb on the counter anymore,” I give in, knowing he won’t stop until I do.