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“A day or two,” he says with a sigh, like he’s heavily put out that he's being fussed over. I hear Jye crying from the waiting room, and stand up to go and get him.

“Bring him in, please,” James says softly and I nod. I walk out of the room to see Jye sitting on Chase’s lap, struggling slightly.

“Hey Jye, I’m here, baby. Come on, let’s go and see your dad,” I tell him, taking him into my arms.

“Thanks, Chase,” I tell him.

“He was lucky. I’m glad he’s not risking himself like this anymore,” he says, pulling out his phone as it rings. He steps out to talk and I take Jye to see James. I lay my son down next to his father, and as they talk quietly, I thank god that James is alive.

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Chapter Seventeen

One month later

Sasha

James’ fingers grip onto my hips, his fingers clenching and releasing with each fevered thrust I take. I change the motion, moving up and down, loving it when James growls his approval. My breathing quickens as I see the wicked glint in his eyes, and before I know it, he flips me over, still inside of me, and takes control. We find release together, moaning against each other’s lips.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you, too,” I say.

“I love that you’re on the pill,” he says, breaking the moment. I pinch him on his butt, his shit-eating grin making me giggle.

“You’re so romantic, James,” I tease. He moves off me, sliding into the bed next to me.

“How would you feel about another baby?” he asks me quietly, cutting through the silence.

“Um,” I say articulately. The truth is, I'd love another baby. But shouldn’t we be married first? James always told me he wanted to marry me one day, so I know he isn’t opposed to marriage.

“You don’t?” he asks, suddenly sounding unsure.

“No, I mean. I do. You know I love children,” I tell him.

“So talk to me, Sasha,” he encourages, rubbing his finger down my spine.

“Don’t you want to marry me?” I blurt out. I notice James stiffen, and squeeze my eyes shut, wishing I could take back what I just said.

“Sasha-”

“It’s okay.”

“Listen to me, pretty girl. I do want to marry you. In fact, I bought you ring a long time ago,” he says.

“Then, why?” I ask in confusion, snuggling my face into the hollow of his throat.

“I was waiting for the perfect time,” is all he offers as explanation.

“Any time is the perfect time,” I grumble.

James chuckles, and sits up, turning to dig into the top drawer.

“You’re a secret master mind at hiding things,” I say dryly, mad I hadn’t snooped through there before.

“Well, you didn’t find it, now did you?” he boasts. He opens the black velvet box and a beautiful ring stares back at me. White gold with a princess cut diamond as big as a rock.

“Holy shit,” I mutter, my eyes huge in my face.

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