Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
But they did give it, because they saw what we saw with each other: love. And in the end, love wins, every single time.
That brings us to Jen, Jackson’s awful, awful ex. God, when I first found out about her and everything she’d done, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to throw my arms around Jackson and protect him with everything I had, or to run and find her so I could put a stiletto through her eye.
…Okay, okay, maybe I do have a jealous streak.
What she’d done to the man I loved was truly terrible, and when she found out about me, and about our engagement, she tried everything in her power to be even worse than she had been.
That’s when my father stepped in. Specifically, my father’s team of twenty-five truly terrifying, bloodthirsty corporate lawyers. I knew Jackson was sour, and I knew at first he saw this as “someone else fighting his battles,” but in the end, I made sure he got that it wasn’t just “someone else,” it was me. I was going to get that bitch off his back once and for all, because there was no way I was going to start a family with him with her hanging over us.
I also might have insisted on delivering the lawyers’ statement personally — not to do anything to her, and not because I even wanted to meet her. But I wanted to watch the look on her face when she realized she’d lost — not just such an amazing man, but all of her attempts to hurt him.
…It was a pretty great look, I have to say.
It’s been four years since the man of my dreams swept me off my feet, made me his, and asked me to marry him, and it’s been a dream ever since.
Jackson’s expanded his clinic to being the largest and best neonatal and prenatal care in New York, and since he’d be too modest to say it, the world. He takes everyone now with the added space and all of the donors they have now — not just rich clients, but the poor who can’t normally afford care like this. But with him, they get the best, and they get it pro-bono.
Me? I’m finishing up my undergraduate degree in pre-med, and I’ve already been accepted to NYU’s School of Medicine, where I’ll focus on Pediatric Psychology. I made Jackson swear not to pull any strings or to use his influence, but then, he might have anyways, even if he knew I could do it on my own merit, because that’s just who he is. He wants the world for me, and he gives me that, every single day.
I don’t know if it was that day, specifically, but if it wasn’t, then it wasn’t long after when it did “take.” I gave birth to our son Jonah ten months after Jackson proposed and nine months after the wedding. A year and a half later, Carrie was arrived. And even with the kids, and my school, and Jackson’s expanded clinic and responsibilities, we still make time for us, and the things we do so so well together.
…Which is exactly the reason I’m not fitting in my usual jeans these days.
Yeah, number three is on the way, another little girl due in just under four months. And yet, my husband still seems to find me irresistible, apparently.
“Come here, angel.”
The growl shivers through me, rousing me from the half-sleep I’ve nodded into. I wake fully, half turning to find that Jackson’s slid into bed behind me, home late from the clinic but home nonetheless. The corner bedroom in our new penthouse is dark, but the floor-length window drapes are pulled open, letting the sparkling jewel lights of the city twinkle around us.
“I missed you,” I whisper, smiling as he pulls me tight and slides a hand over my belly.
“I missed you guys too,” he growls. “How’s our little princess?”
“Large,” I pout.
I can feel Jackson grin as he moves right against me, but then, I can also feel something big throbbing against my panty-covered ass.
“C’mon, there’s no way that’s for me,” I grumble. “I’m huge.”
“You’re fucking beautiful is what you are,” he growls back, his hands sliding over my skin. He starts to tug at the maternity tank top I’m wearing, tugging it up over my belly and up to my breasts.
“Kids asleep?”
I nod, swallowing thickly as his hands push the flimsy tank over my engorged breasts. His fingers tease over my extra sensitive nipples, making me gasp.
“Good,” he purrs. “Because I think it’s been entirely too long since I’ve made you come all over my cock.”
“Too long?” I grin, rolling my eyes. “I seem to remember someone coming into the shower behind me this morning and doing exactly that.”
Jackson growls lowly, and I can feel his cock pulse against my ass.