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“Come, sit a second, I have something for you.”

“Me?” I nod and take the scan photo out of my purse. I offer him the picture, and he takes it from me cautiously. “The baby?”

“Yeah, our son.”

Without wasting any time he straddles my legs, moulds his lips against mine and kisses me like he needs my air to breathe.

Chapter Nineteen

Shelby

I never thought I’d fall straight back into Jaxon’s arms, so much for resolve. I honestly thought he hated me. When I think back though, Harry didn’t hear anything from him either. He had no calls from Jax or letters, maybe I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions; I think we’re both guilty of that. Jax, with the abortion, well not really, my mother has a big part in that, and me, for the letter. There’s only really one person to blame for all this, and that’s her.

All I want to do now is get back to us.

Jax lies by my side, a small smile on his gorgeous face as he looks down at my bump.

“It’s amazing isn’t it, that we made a baby?”

“I know. When I first started to show, all I did was look at it - amazed, pretty much the way you are now.

“Tell me about your dad?” Asks Jax.

“What do you want to know?

“I don’t know, what did he say when you told him about the baby?”

“He was so good Jax. I told him everything after you were convicted. He wasn’t happy about that part, but the baby, he said he wasn’t overjoyed but he’d stand by me, and that’s all I needed. His wife, Anna, she’s so good. She’s been there for me the whole way through. I’m just sad I let my mum manipulate me into thinking he was bad when really it was her. Now though, I’m just trying to focus on this baby and getting through the birth. I’m so scared…”

“Hey,” He angles my face down towards him, “I’m not leaving you again. I’ll be here, right by your side. I just have to get around this stupid curfew…”

“We’ll get through it. I’m not bothered about that as long as I have you again.”

“What if I miss the birth? I don’t want to let you down. I want it to be perfect for you. I’ve spent the last seven months locking up my feelings, focusing on getting out and being better for you.”

Rolling to my side, I take his face in my hands. “I don’t care. I don’t want you to be perfect Jax, life isn’t perfect... this whole situation isn’t perfect, but we’ll get through it.”

“You’re perfect.” He fires right back, “That’s all I need.”

“Will you come and meet my dad and Anna?

“Anything for you.”

We get a taxi from Jax’s hostel to my house. It’s so weird calling it that…

Jax fidgets all the way back in the cab, I put my hand on his, hoping to calm him.

“Jax, chill. He’s not some axe murderer, I swear.”

“I got his daughter pregnant, and I’ve just got out of prison, sorry for being a little melodramatic.”

The taxi pulls to a stop outside the house, and I pass the driver the fiver fare.

“Thank you.” The driver acknowledges with a nod, and we get out.

“What if he hates me too? What if he thinks I’m not good enough?” He stands at the front door jigging with nerves.

“Jax, please stop. It’ll be fine. He’ll love you.”

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