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In knowing that I’m Jackson’s, body and heart. It gets me off more than anything else, and I’m soon racing toward completion.

Jackson gets there first. He reallymusthave been thinking about this all day because he tightens his grip on my hip and thrusts up into me once, twice, before spilling inside. The wet heat is enough to push me over the edge as well.

I moan, grinding down onto his length as the orgasm washes through me. And in the echoing waves of euphoria, I know that I am well and truly loved.

Chapter twenty-five

Jackson

Wemakeithomea little late, but neither of us minds. We can’t seem to keep our hands off each other and I’m so glad that it’s not just me. But most of all, I’m over the moon with the fact that she’s wearing my ring on her finger.

The only reason that we pull ourselves together, in the end, is because Bonnie comes to meet us at the door. Amanda gets on so well with her, I’m always amazed by it.

“Hey, Bonnie!” Amanda scoops Bonnie up into a hug. “How was school?”

“It was school,” says Bonnie, with the exact same tone that I often citeit was work. Like parent, like child, I suppose. “But the music lesson was so cool! We learned a new song today!”

“Did you really?” Amanda asks.

I take off my jacket and hang it on the hook. “That’s wonderful. You should show it to us. Let us just get changed out of our work clothes, alright?”

Bonnie’s eyes are sparkling with glee. “Okay!”

She races off to get herself ready, and Amanda follows me into our bedroom. I flick the lock on the door just to make sure that there are no accidental openings, and then head to find something more comfortable.

“She loves playing for you,” I say.

“Bonnie’s got a lot of talent,” Amanda tells me. She grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it off, tossing it into the dirty hamper. I make no small show of looking her over, taking in the curves and smoothness of her skin.

God, she’s beautiful.

Amanda continues, “Speaking of talent, I changed my mind. Jack seems like a great name.”

I laugh at her. “I was joking about that.”

“I’m not. I’m being serious. Jackson, you’ve accomplished so much. Maybe if we give our son a name like yours, we’ll be able to give him the luck that he needs to do the same.” Amanda pulls on one of my tee shirts. She’s taken to sleeping in them and a pair of pajama shorts at night.

The corner of my mouth twists up. “Flattery.”

“It’s not flattery,” Amanda insists. “It’s true. Harris is already able to stand with help now. Do you know how long it’s been since he could do that?”

The treatment has made incredible strides helping to repair Harris’s muscles and the nerve endings that run to them. Of course, the medication isn’t enough to get him back on his feet. He’ll need to undergo loads of physical therapy to try and get strength back into his muscles. It’s not going to be easy. In fact, it might end up being the hardest thing.

But it’s hope—and they haven’t had much of that.

“He has a lot of therapy ahead of him,” I say, changing into my own lounge pants, dark blue, and a black tee shirt. The logo on the front is for an amusement park that I took Bonnie to when she was younger and has started to peel and fade over time.

It also gives a strong sense of hope to us, in regard to our own child. Now that we’ve seen how successful the treatment is on someone like Harris, who is at an extremely advanced stage of the disease, I’ve been able to start hoping that we’ll honestly be able to help our son, too.

By the time that he’s born, we might even be able to skip the oral medication and do the treatments purely with infusions and injections. That’s still going to be difficult on the baby, but it will be much, much easier than what we have going on now.

Amanda doesn’t seem the least bit swayed by my counterpoint. I wasn’t really expecting her to be.

“And he’s only able to get it because of you. You’ve helped so many people. I think it would be an honor to call our kid Jack.” Amanda says.

I hum, taking hold of her hand and leading her to the door. I unlock it with the other hand and we step back into the hallway. “Jay.”

“Jay?”

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