Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Willow’s brows furrow. “I don’t want to have kids, Jax.”
“You already told me that.” I take another bite of my cereal.
“I know, but I really meant it.”
“Okay, then you meant it.” I shrug.
“That means no kids for you as long as you’re with me.”
I know what she’s trying to do. Push me away. But it’s not going to happen. What Willow doesn’t understand is that all I need in my life is her. I’m completely content to spend my days with—and in—her. Kids, no kids. Marriage, no marriage. It doesn’t matter. I just needed her to know that whatever she wants, I want that too.
“Willow.” I set my spoon down and look at her. “I already know all of this, and I don’t care. As long as I have you, I’m good.” I push my chair back then pull her onto my lap. “Do you like the ring?”
A tiny smile curls on her lips. “It’s beautiful,” she breathes. “I just can’t do it.” Her eyes land in her lap and I lift her chin so she’s looking at me.
“That’s okay, baby. It’s an open invitation.”
“An invitation to what?” she asks.
“To share my last name.” I shoot her a playful wink.
CHAPTER TWELVE
JAX
Present Day
“I’ve spent the last ten years living for today with you,” Willow says. “You’ve given me everything I could ever want or need. A family. Nieces. Sisters. A home.” Tears flow down her cheeks like a beautiful waterfall. “But I’m ready for more. I’m ready to share your last name. I’m ready to finally find our tomorrow.”
“Oh, Willow.” I cup her cheek with my hand. “What do you think we’ve been doing for the last ten years?” I peck her lips. “We already found it, baby, but it’s nice to hear you admit it.”
“So, will you marry me?” she asks.
Taking the ring from the table where she set it down, I slide it up her ring finger. Over the years, I’ve gotten used to seeing it around her neck, but fuck if it doesn’t look even more gorgeous on her finger. “Yes, Willow, it would be my honor to marry you.”
Willow grins wide. “When?”
“When, what?”
“When can we get married?” Her smile widens.
I laugh at her excitement. “How about tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow?” Her eyes go wide.
“We have nothing holding us back, baby. Let’s book a flight to Vegas and say I do.”
Willow laughs. “Okay.” She nods up and down. “Tomorrow.”