Page 83 of Somewhere Only We Know
Jax and I fall into laughter as we think of Sarah saying no. “Yes. Is this about your patterns you were adamant about not working?”
Her face scrunches and she groans. “I’m eating those words, okay?”
“You are.” I say and fiddle with the ring on her finger. “What was the other thing or things?”
“I don’t know if I can go back to sleeping alone anymore.” She ends with a scrunch in her upturned nose again.
“I thought Sully kept you company?” I tease.
“She does, but she snores. And you don’t. So I know who I’d choose to share a bed with.”
We’ve unconsciously drifted closer to each other. “So because I don’t snore you want to share a bed? Is that all?”
She nods and a smile teases the corner of her mouth. “That’s a bonus. I was also maybe thinking of giving you some closet space? Maybe even a drawer. Three if you’re lucky.”
I push her hair behind her ear and keep my hand resting on her neck. “Jaclyn Marie, are you asking me to move in with you?”
“Yes. If you want to. We can split time at both our places until we decide where to live as a family.”
I yank her closer and fuse my lips to hers, forcing her mouth open and tangling my tongue with hers. I feel her moan more than hear it and slow the kiss down.
“Is that a yes?” she asks with eyes glazed and lipstick slightly mussed.
“That’s a hell yes.”
Jax leans forward and presses a kiss to my lips before leaning back in her seat. “Good.”
“What was the other thing?”
She looks at me puzzled and then her face lights up. “Oh. Were you serious about having another wedding?”
“One-hundred percent.”
“I love being on the same page as you.” Jax fist bumps me and finishes off her drink.
When the waitress comes back around we ask for two old fashions and sit back.
“What would your ideal house look like?” I ask when our new drinks are placed in front of us.
Jax tells me everything. It’s a little different from what she dreamed up in college. But it’s natural for our tastes to evolve.
“Are you still decided on kids?” She asks after we finish our drinks and are now waiting for the check.
Blood rushes through my ears and I feel the pulsing like an actual heartbeat. “Yeah. Maybe not the four I talked about. But yes. I still want kids. Do you?”
She nods and a smile teases her lips. “Yeah. I think you’d make a great Dad.”
“I know you’d be a great Mom.” I tell her and lean over, kissing her on the cheek. “Are you ready to go?”
“Yeah.”
I drop a $100 on top of our receipt and help Jax into her jacket. Our hands stay linked as we walk out of the whiskey room and to the valet. We may be right across the street, but Jax is in heels and it’s cold. I keep myself wrapped aroundher and usher her into the car when it pulls up. Navigating the side roads is a bit trickier when it’s dark out, but I get us back to the hotel relatively unscathed.
“I’m proud of you,” Jax tells me when we’re in the elevator. “Today was hard and you got through it.”
“I got through it with you.” I tell her and wrap my arms around her, resting my hands on her lower back. “I spent so long running from this place because all I could associate it with was losing my dad. And you.”
“That’s to be expected. Your Dad may be gone. But he lives inside of you. The way you talk about him, I see you. You’re becoming the man that I’m sure your father always knew you could be. Plus, you got me back.”
