Page 109 of All the Right Things

We are both quiet for a few minutes as I go over all of my options in my mind. But as much as I am unsure about almost everything in my life, one thing I am very sure about is sitting right next to me.

“Jonas?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I’m sorry about our fight the other night. I said some things that I shouldn't have.”

He cuts me off. “It’s alright. We both are guilty of that.”

“No, it’s not alright. Just let me get this out. I have this horrible habit of being an ass when someone is trying to help me. I was angry and frustrated, and I took everything out on you. And I seem to recall saying something to you the other night, but I think I was too drunk for it to count.”

I sit up and swing one leg over so that I am straddling him. We are face to face, and I’m so close to those oh-so-kissable lips of his.

“Jonas Mitchell, I want you to know that I am in love with you. You have been there for me since the day I stepped foot into Grady, and I swear you are some sort of magical gift from the universe. I’m sorry I pushed you away, but I want you and I to face this world head-on. Together.”

The most genuine smile I’ve ever seen on someone spreads across his mouth as his hands pull me closer to him. “Andi, I have loved you since the first time I saw you. And I will always be here no matter what. It’s you and me, baby, and I will spend every day trying to make you happy.”

He pulls me in and kisses me like I’ve never been kissed before. He kisses me as though he is drowning, and I am the air he so desperately seeks to breathe. I slip my fingers into his hair and kiss him with equal fervor.

But before we go too far, there’s something else that we need to talk about.

I pull back, breathless.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“I need to tell you something. It’s not fair of you not to know. Before we go further, you need to know all the facts.” My voice shakes as I speak.

His face drops as he waits for me to drop a bomb on him.

“Jonas…I can’t have kids. I have something wrong with myplumbingdown there, and it’s just not an option for me.” My lip trembles as I brace for impact…as I wait for him to tell me that’s a deal-breaker for him.

Jonas deserves to be a dad. He’d make a damn good one, and I don’t want to take that from him.

He looks at me. “Andi, do you want kids?”

“I mean, I can’t have them, so I’ve never really thought about it.”

“Well, I’m asking you to think about it now. Do you want kids?” He asks.

“I guess. But…”

He leans forward and kisses me. When he pulls back, against all odds, he’s smiling. “Baby, I don’t care if your girly plumbing is all messed up. You know people can have kids in other ways. I think after all that you’ve been through, adoption sounds like a damn good option to me.”

“You’d want to do that?” I ask in disbelief.

“Why not? There are a ton of kids in this country who need a good home. We will adopt fifty of them,” he laughs.

I join in his laughter. “I think fifty is a bit lofty.”

He smiles. “Okay, forty-nine.”

We both erupt in laughter. When we finally quiet, I ask, “So, you are talking like you’re really in this thing. Are you sure that I’m the one for you?”

“As I told you before, I knew you were the one for me right off the bat.”

“You don’t think it’s all moved too fast?”

“Nope. When you know, you know.”

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