Page 104 of Fever: Love In Scrubs
“Pops loves you. Choosing him to go with you to that appointment made him feel special.”
“He is special. Hell, the whole family is special. You are really blessed to have them.”
“So are you, baby. They are just as much your family as they are mine. Even more so now.”
I smiled. “It’s a beautiful feeling.”
“How would you like to make that feeling permanent?”
I almost choked as I took a sip of my juice. “What?”
Jaxson stood and came around the table to help me to my feet. He took my hands in his and stared deeply into my eyes.
“Wynter… I love you. I never expected to fall in love with you so soon, but this journey, while not without hiccups, has been beautiful and so worth it.Youhave been worth it. You bring peace and calmness into my life where there has been chaos and heartbreak. My daughter not only loves you, but she respects you so much. The way you pour into her so unselfishly. You freely gave your heart to a little girl that needed it and that made me fall even more in love with you.
“You opened your home to us without a second thought in our time of need and made us feel welcomed. You’ve gone above and beyond to take care of us, and I just want to take care of you. I want to spend the rest of my life showering you with all the love you deserve. I want to do life with you. Raise our family with you. Grow old with you.”
He pulled a small box from his pocket. Tears streamed down my face as he went down on one knee. When he opened it, I dropped my head into my hands. Before me was the most beautiful pear-shaped diamond ring.
“I knew how important it was to ask for permission before I asked this question. Your aunt and your cousin gave me their blessing.”
He nodded behind us, and I turned to see both our families standing there with smiles on their faces and tears in their eyes. My aunt looked at me with so much love and nodded her head.
“Will you marry me, Wynter? Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
I couldn’t speak. All I could do was nod my head. He slipped the ring on my finger, and it was a perfect fit. The man barely got off the ground before I was in his arms, hugging and kissing him. The claps and cheers from our family rang out. Even strangers had stopped to join in on congratulating us.
When we finally parted, I looked down at the ring in awe.
Who knew coming home would lead to this.
I had a family. I had my man and our daughter. I was carrying a baby made in pure love and now… I was going to be a wife.
Our families came closer to congratulate us with hugs and kisses. I was in such a state of bliss, that I didn’t want to wait until next weekend to share our pregnancy news with them. Every person that was important to us, was here right now. Why wait? I looked at my man and he seemed to read my thoughts.
“Wynter and I have something else to share with you,” he said, slipping an arm around my waist. His hand went to my stomach and he smiled down at me. “We are having a baby.”
The screams and cheers around us seemed to amplify. The women were hugging and crying while the men were dapping each other up and grinning. I could feel their happiness and excitement for us. Every worry I had about things moving too fast had slipped away over the last couple of months. We’d prayed for this. We wanted this and we deserved this.
We were ready.
WYNTER
“Hey there, stinka butt!” I cooed, looking down at my son.
Jaxon Pierre the third, aka, 3J, was seven months old and the spitting image of his father. It was like I had nothing to do with his conception. My pregnancy was so beautiful and stress free and that was something I’d forever appreciate. When I heard my son’s first cries, I cried right along with him because once upon a time, I didn’t know if this would ever be my life.
He smiled up at me, kicking his feet and reaching for me to pick him up. I scooped him up from the crib and smothered his face with kisses.
“Oooo! I just love you so much. Come on, let’s go wake up your sister.”
I ventured out of his room and down the hall to Jamari’s. Twisting the knob, I pushed the door open and went in. Jamari was snoring slightly. I walked over to her window and opened the curtains to let the morning sunlight in. Going over to her bed, I placed my son next to his sister. He wasted no time scooting over and touching her face before giving her a slobbery kiss.
She groaned as she opened her eyes. “Three… all that dribble.”
He babbled something to her as she sat up and wiped her face. She scooped him up and blew raspberries on his stomach, causing him to squeal.
“Good morning, Ma,” she said to me.
