Page 43 of Kissing My Soulmate

I set the fork down. “Whatcha got there, mister?” He’s holding something in his fist.

“I think it’s time we put these back on.” Jasper holds out his hand and opens it. I see both of our wedding rings.

Tears blur my vision as he grabs mine, slipping it on my finger. I, in turn, grab his and slide it on his finger. Due to his job his ring is black silicone but, damn, it looks sexy on him.

“There, that’s better,” he says and then he kisses me. It’s not long until I’m on the counter and he’s inside me while he licks frosting from my breasts.

What a good freaking night.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Jasper

Sitting at the kitchen table, Lorelei sits across from me. Her honey-brown hair is in a messy bun on top of her head, and she’s all rumpled from sleep, but she’s never looked prettier. In between us on the table are the envelopes from my mom.

My wife gives me an encouraging smile. “Whenever you’re ready.”

I grab the first one she gave me and open it. Pulling out the letter first, I unfold it, and start reading.

My dearest Jasper,

First of all, you don’t owe me anything, but I hope you will hear me out. The day I decided to leave your father, I had planned to take both you and your sister.

The day we were set to leave, your dad figured it out. He said either I left you, or none of us were going. So I made the decision to go without you. My plan was to come back for you but he said if I did that I’d pay.

I continued to stay away because I felt guilty. Then I met Roger, my husband, and had your brother, Damien. I didn’t know what to say or what to do.

I shake my head. “Yeah, I’m done.” I hand it to Lorelei. She takes it from me and starts to read it, while I pull out the photos she sent.

There are several of Jamie through the years. She’s beautiful: tall, slender, her hair is dark like mine, but her eyes a lighter shade. Most of the pictures are from when she was in school, all the way up to her wedding.

A wedding I wasn’t a part of. The half-brother looks a little like Mom, but he must look like his father.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Lorelei says and then shoves away from the table. “She left you and didn’t even fight for you. That bitch,” she shouts and then stomps her foot. “If I was there, I would’ve done whatever I could to get you. I would die to get you free.”

I get up from the table and rush my girl, lifting her into my arms. “You’re an amazing woman, Lorelei Mitchell.”

“Well, you’re an amazing man, and as far as I’m concerned you got this way because of you, no one else. I can’t tell you what to do, but I honestly feel like she doesn’t deserve you. Even if your mom didn’t come looking for you, what about your baby sister? God, I hate these people.” She kisses me hard. “They don’t deserve you. But if you choose to meet them, I’ll support you.”

I honestly don’t really know what to think. Lorelei’s right, my mom didn’t even try to fight for me. I also know my gorgeous wife would fight for our boy, no matter what. “I appreciate that, baby. I’ll stick the letters in our safe. If I ever decide to talk to them, I know my girl will be right by my side, ready to kick ass.

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Listening to the horse’s heart, I listen for any abnormalities, and luckily there are none. I remove my stethoscope and give the horse a muzzle rub. “You are a good guy, aren’t you?”

I finish the rest of my exam and head over to Rocket’s owner. “Well, he seems to be in good health. I’ll let you know what the labs and urine say.”

“Thank you so much for coming out. Our horse trailer has a busted axle and we didn’t want to miss out on his visit. Thank God you do house calls.”

“It’s no trouble at all, and it honestly is nice to get out of the office. Especially when the weather is so nice.” We shake hands and I head to my truck.

It’s a half hour drive back to Charleston and I feel grateful for my life right now. Lie and I are doing great. She is sixteen weeks now and feeling amazing. I love her little baby bump and admit I’m obsessed with touching it. Our boy is measuring big already.

Right now, I’m not ready to talk to my mom or sister.

We talked with Jefferson about the letter from my mom.

Jefferson listened as I told him about the letter I read and Mom’s reason for leaving me. “What are your thoughts about it?” he’d asked.

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