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Someday (Drake x MC) [NSFW]

Supposed To Be– Epilogue Part 1 of “Supposed To Be”

Part 1: Not Yet Part 2: Wait Part 3: Confused Part 4: Didn’t(NSFW) Part 5: I’m Pregnant Part 6: Choice (NSFW) Part 7: Future (NSFW) Part 8: FightPart 9: Show (NSFW), Part 10: It’s Yours, Part 11: Please, Part 12: How, Part 13.1: Queen (NSFW)13.2: Queen (NSFW-ish), Part 14: Ready, Part 15: I Think, Part 16: Acceptance, Part 17: Okay, Part 18: Goodbye, Part 19: Squeeze, Part 20: It’s Over Part 21: Loved, Part 22: Here (NSFW), Part 23: Ours (NSFW), Part 24: Supposed To Be (NSFW)

Word count: 5,137

Pairing: Drake x Jaela

Rating: M; NSFW

Warnings: Language; NSFW

Summary: In part one of this epilogue, Drake and Jaela enjoy their honeymoon-- and Liam has something he'd like to share with Drake and Jaela: his family.

Suggested Song Accompaniments: Electric-- Alina Baraz feat. Khalid

Notes: Kinda can’t believe that this is the 2nd to last chapter of Supposed To Be. It’s... wow. I can’t get teary writing this. That said, part two will be posted next week-- bringing this plot, this story, these characters... this... story that made me realize I wrote things that people liked... to an end. I’m forever grateful. Please, please enjoy what you’ve been waiting for: Liam’s happy ending. MASTERLIST

Thunder crashed and rain pounded on the roof of the cabin, but Jaela paid no attention as she hummed to herself, stirring the pot with warming milk and cocoa, wearing nothing but Drake’s classic shirt. It fell to the tops of her thighs, just below the curve of her ass. It had been a common outfit during their honeymoon, clothes worn and then shed and forgotten an hour later, Jaela preferring to don his shirt or nothing at all in the complete and utter privacy of his— their— cabin, safe and warm.

After the insanity of their wedding and the state of the country… this was preferred, sealing themselves away for three weeks as Mr. and Mrs. Walker.

The corners of her swollen lips— from the series of searing kisses hours ago, before the rain came, in the shed— Jaela merely wanted to see what it was like to fuck in there, since they hadn’t done it there yet and their time was almost up to return to the real world—lifted. Well, she was still Abdi. “Mrs. Abdi-Walker,” she whispered to herself, stirring the hot chocolate, throwing dash of whiskey in the pot. Her rings shone, shiny and bright under the warm kitchen lights.

Their children would have the hyphened name, someday. Someday, Jaela mused, touching her flat stomach, thinking back to the time on their balcony during the lantern lighting festival, their future escaping from their lips, now so close, even if someday was… definitely not anytime soon.

She played with the button of the shirt when the door opened, Drake entering, soaked the bone, determined to fix the leaky shed. Jaela turned off the stove and moved the pot to the countertop, whipped cream, whiskey, and two mugs already out. She unbuttoned the top two buttons, gaze steady on Drake who didn’t see her.

She bit her her lip, watching him strip, white shirt clinging to his body, highlighting every taunt muscle. His hair stuck to the sides of his stubbled face, one that felt so good in-between her thighs. He pulled off his shirt, revealing the slick skin, one she worshipped day and night, marked with a variety bruises, compliments of her, every bruise eliciting and moan of gratitude from him. There was only the scar from the bullet, one she kissed every time and willed away. The small trail of hair leading down into the waistband of his jeans was pressed flat against his skin, Jaela’s fingers running down it time and time again. Even when they weren’t making love— out on the trails, while fishing, watching a movie together, or when they went to the store to stock up on food, she sneaking a chance to touch him in a back aisle.

Shifting in her spot, Jaela unbuttoned another button, revealing her cleavage, warmth pooling between her legs as she watched… her husband. Shoes kicked off, and soon the jeans followed suit, landing in a wet pile on top of the shirt, leaving him only in his boxers, hanging low on his hips. Jaela unbuttoned another button at the sight of his bulge underneath the… thin, thin fabric, clinging to his body. He shook his head and then pushed the brown hair back. “Abdi?” He called. “Can you get me a shirt? I fixed the shed and—“

He stopped, eyes falling to her in the kitchen from across the living room. A pulse of heat raced throughout her, seeing how he relaxed, bulge growing— or maybe it was her imagination— eyes taking all of her in. She leaned on the counter, eyebrow raised. The peaks of her nipples were clear through the shirt, buttoned past her breasts— but not showing everything to him. “You look like you could need a dry one.”

“I could,” he growled, stepping closer. “You seem to have one on.”

“Mmm,” she whispered, straightening, stepping back further into the kitchen, steam rising from the pot, hands at a button just above her navel. “I do. But this is for me to wear. I found it first.”

He reached the counter and licked his lips, shirt opening to reveal her navel, one where he lavished kiss after kiss over before diving lower. His cock twitched, starting to harden. Jaela smirked, meeting his heavy, wanting gaze. “I think I need it back.”

The shirt parted perfectly, covering her breasts but leaving enough for him to imagine, eyes going to the valley between her chest every other second. “But…” Jaela said, slow, hands moving lower, to the button just above the apex of her thighs, just enough to reveal her hips, and the beginning curve of her waxed pussy, still bare because she was willing to endure the pain to feel every single touch from his tongue or fingers, dick sliding into her with ease, Drake whispering about how she had the best pussy he’d ever had, forgetting everything that wasn’t uniquely her. “I don’t have anything else on under here.”

“Nothing?”

The button was free, only the top of her mound on display— nothing more. Drake growled, a low and appreciative sound, eyes darkening as they had so many times before the the three weeks of pure heaven. “Nothing. Have to stay warm and dry somehow. So, it’s mine.” He reached his hand out but she turned, returning to the hot chocolate, carefully pouring it between the two mugs— and careful in her motions to keep the shirt carefully placed.

She knew he was watching her every motion, and the idea of his hungry gaze just made her wetter, the anticipation of him fucking her almost too much to keep this game going. But, she poured whiskey into the mugs. Thunder rumbled, but she didn’t miss the sound of his boxers landing on the tile, or his footsteps approaching from behind. She hummed again, wiggling her ass to the beat, stirring the spiked hot chocolate, and then garnished them with whipped cream. This can was for food. The other was empty— and not from putting it on dessert.

His hands came on either side of her, gripping the countertop. Her breathing hitched, only for a second, feeling water drip around her feet and his hot, hot skin so close to hers, still wet. She took the spoon and squirted some whipped cream on it, not looking behind her and she felt the tip of his cock pressed against her ass. Slowly, deliberately, she brought the spoon to her mouth, flipping it to lick the whipped cream off, Drake hissing as it ran down her tongue, sweet cream on her tastebuds, filling her mouth this his cum did, time and time again.

“You better take that shirt off now before I rip it off you, Walker.” She froze, then swallowed the whipped cream, dropping the spoon, it clattering to the floor. Drake smirked, and used one hand to play with the ends of her hair. “You gonna pick that up? I didn’t drop it.”

“You just want to see my ass.” A tug on her hair, lips at her ear.

“I want to see all of you. Pick it up. Now.” He released her and stepped back. Jaela spared a glance to his cock, stiff and fully hard, ready for her.

She licked her own lips and bent over, giving into his wishes. He hissed between his teeth, hand going to his cock, eyes only looking at her. “Fuck…” She retrieved the spoon, standing up at just a slow pace, and turned around, finally unbuttoning the last button, body nearly on fully display for him.

Like so many times before, locked away from the world and everything that tried to pull them apart, they came together in a fury of kisses. Drake gripped her breasts, pushing the shirt off her shoulders, rolling her nipples with expert care. Her lower back pressed against the counter top and she early stroked him, thumb circling the head of his cock with every stroke, quiet, happy moans shared between the two, familiar with each others touch— and never tiring of it.

Before too long, after neck kisses and creating two more bruises on Drake, he lowered his head to her left breast, capturing a nipple between his lips, tongue dancing around the delicate skin, flicking the nipple, while his hand slipped between her legs and applied gentle pressure to her clit, small, teasing circles that urged for more.

She circled her own hips, head thrown back, gipping the countertop, his name slipping through the sounds of the storm. It didn’t take long— already riled from fucking in the shed and from teasing him— for her to come undone, chest heaving against his mouth when she came from his fingers, walls clenching around the two that slipped in, Drake whispering, “Good girl,” in her ear when he came up, tasting her from his fingers, then kissing her, tilting her chin up.

They kissed, moving to a counter without anything on it. He held her close in his arm, lips barely leaving hers as he opened a door, opened box of condoms in it. Jaela smiled as he put one on, tossing the foil to the floor. “And you thought I was joking when I said we needed a box in every room,” she whispered against his lips.

Drake chuckled, hand returning to her side, lips parting. “I should have learned a long time ago to not underestimate you, Abdi.”

Jaela grinned, left hand on his chest. “First rule of being a husband. Your wife is right. Now…” She went on her toes to whisper in his ear, “How do you want to take me?”

“Turn around,” he said huskily, and Jaela listened, Drake wasting no time to enter her. First, he held her hips, then, one hand slid up her back, over the shirt to reach around to squeeze a breast. He kissed the side of her neck bringing her back to his chest, hand gentle on the front of her neck, fingertips tilting her chin up, their eyes locked on each other, love overpowering and demanding and wordless.

He was at first quick with his thrusts, long and hard— like she always begged for— but as the storm raged, their eyes only locked on each others, bodies so close, honeymoon winding down, he slowed, then stopped, still in the same position, cock against her back. “Why’d you stop?” She murmured, missing the sensation of him stretching her, but also… something was perfect about the moment, in his embrace.

“To do this,” he softly said, separating from her. He slid off the shirt, it falling at their feet. Then, he scooped her up into his arms. She rested her head against his shoulder, arms around his neck, as he turned off the kitchen light, and went to the living room, in front of the fireplace burning, cackling with warmth, an assortment of blankets and pillows already laid over the rug, both of them finding making love in this spot the best on day three. It was also a prime nap spot.

But, he set her down and then lowered himself into her, kissing her at the same time as their hips met. “I love you,” Jaela whispered between the kisses, arms around his back as he set a slow and tender pace, Jaela feeling everything. Every inch, every time he pulled out, every time he entered her again, stretching her— every ounce of his love that knew no bounds, yet was shown through his physical affection.

“I love you so… so… much, Jaela. You’re my wife. I’m always going to love you.”

“Me too,” she sighed, keeping his gaze, lips grazing each other, the sounds of the fire, skin on skin, her slick core, and the outside all blending together. “I’ll never stop. I can’t. You’re my everything. Everything. Past, present, f-future…fuck, I’m going to—“

“Come for me baby, come for me,” Drake urged, circling her clit. “Look me in the eyes when you come—“

Jaela urgently met his hips with hers, nails dragging down his skin. He increased his tempo in the slightest, and she lost herself to his eyes, so warm and full of love and desire and care, as she came, whispering his name and words of love through her shudders, waves of pleasure crashing through her— and him, seconds later, lips coming to hers as he came in the condom.

They didn’t move, still looking at each other, smiles on their faces, bodies against each other, holding them close, breathing in time with their heartbeats, beating against each other. “I love you,” they said together and then Drake pulled out, kissing her forehead.

Jaela pretend pouted when he stood up, pulling a blanket around her. “No cuddling?”

He grinned, shaking his head. “Let me get this off. Then get us that… hot chocolate you made. Though, no guarantees on if the name is still true.” Jaela sat up, blanket around her shoulders, a post-sex bliss smile on her lips. Drake returned a minute later. The hot chocolate was lukewarm, but Jaela didn’t mind as she leaned her back against Drake’s chest, whiskey warm down her throat. Drake tightened the blanket around them, chin on the top of her head.

They sat like that, watching the fire in quiet, occasionally words filling the space, but— for the most part— it was peaceful, just feeling each others warmth and comfort, no conversation needed to convey their love, their peace— at last.

The storm passed, and Jaela was gently shook awake by Drake. “Hmm?” She mumbled, stretching against his chest. “How long was I asleep? Is it morning?”

Drake laughed, brushing hair out of her face. “Just for a half hour or so. I was about to carry you to bed but…” He held up his phone, seeing a flurry of texts from Olivia. Jaela blinked the sleep away, instantly, a smile growing on her face. She gripped his thigh, reading the messages. Then, Liam’s name popped up and Drake switched to that conversation, Jaela’s heart soaring at the simple message.

She said yes.

“Again.”

“Liv—“

“I said again!”

Jaela rolled her eyes at Drake and Olivia’s bickering over him using hand sanitizer again before holding Diavolos, the tiny bundle in her arms. Drake sighed and applied more hand sanitizer. “Now sit down. With a pillow.”

“You know I have a nephew right? I can hold a baby.”

“Not this little,” she huffed, but Drake complied, sitting on a the couch, pillow under his arm. Then, Olivia carefully set the bundle in his arms. It warmed Jaela’s heart to see Drake with a tiny baby. Olivia tightened her robe and then sat next to him, fussing over the blanket. Drake looked up to Jaela, a smile on his lips. She returned it from across the room, and then looked up when Liam returned to her, holding Leo— the future King— in his arms after a diaper change.

They were three days old, the country in a celebration over the twins birth. Liam and Olivia weren’t even married a year and the country had its next generation, two at once, in a sudden whirlwind, the details of the pregnancy limited to the public. Of course, Drake and Jaela knew about the twins after the first trimester— they even helped paint the nursery for them— anything to support and love their friends growing family.

The three days were a flurry of activity with meetings and ignoring the press about the details of the heirs, but Jaela was finally glad that her and Drake could finally— finally— visit them and see the babies that Jaela felt kick here and there. Most of all, she was glad to see Liam so happy. Even happier than his wedding day, fatherhood shining on him like a star, smile never leaving, even if they cried at the same time.

“Do you want to hold him?” Liam asked, sitting next to her. Leo was asleep, little hands curled into fists. Jaela’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“I… hold him?”

“Of course, you’re his… godmother… after all,” Liam said, smiling sheepishly. Jaela blinked a few times, jaw dropped. Drake looked her way, surprised too.

“I…”

“I mean, if you want,” Liam said quickly. “We… Liv and I want you and Drake to be Leo’s godparents.”

“What about…”

“Leo’ll have Diavolos. You two have done more than he has so…” Jaela looked into his eyes, deep, trying to find an answer, a real reason. But, there was nothing hidden in those blue eyes. In the past year and some odd months, they’d been through a lot—so much— and yet, the pain of the past melted away with ease, easing from former lovers to friends with relative ease, making the country stronger every step of the way. And, of course, celebrating with Liam about his children, the life he always wanted— a family, and a real one at that. And now, it was here. And… despite it all, despite their shared pain and grief and the chance to become a family vanquished with one choice, one mutual decision, Liam was happier than ever, wanting Drake and Jaela to forever be a part of his children’s lives.

Jaela grinned. “Of course we will. And… and of course I want to hold him. It’ll be nice holding a baby that isn’t some strangers, as cute as they are.”

Liam smiled back and carefully set his son into her arms. Jaela’s eyes widened, feeling how light he was. And how small. She couldn’t remember the last time she held a newborn this young, if ever. She never really held babies much, only since becoming a Duchess did parents want a photo op here and there, but the baby was big, and animated, and not so delicate and tiny and….

Liam chuckled, adjusting her elbow and Leo’s head, setting a pillow under her arm. “Relax, Jaela, you won’t hurt him. You’ve never held a baby this little, huh?” Jaela didn’t look at Liam, just down at the baby, the future King, her Godson… who already looked so much like his father. She gulped, a nervousness twisting in her stomach. Would our baby have looked like… no, don’t think like that….

Jaela looked into Liam’s eyes, a faint smile on her lips. “He’s beautiful. Diavolos too.” She focused her attention to the tiny bundle, moving her one hand to touch his hand, then to stroke his soft cheek. She sometimes thought of the abortion, of her pregnancy, the sonogram carefully tucked in her nightstand drawer. She didn’t want to say the next thought in her mind, but…. “Do you ever think of how different our lives could have been?” She whispered, Leo yawning, opening his eyes for a moment— blue, just like Liam’s— before shutting them again. Their child definitely wouldn’t have had that eye color.

Liam set a hand on her back, Drake and Olivia quiet on the other couch. Jaela glanced to Drake and looked away, clearing his throat. Olivia knew about the abortion, of what happened— of everything— and she fussed over how Drake was holding Diavolos again. “Not too often,” he said, voice low. “But… sometimes.”

“When I do,” she admitted. She barely told Drake about these visions of what could have been; their dining room fit with a high chair, one of the guest rooms a nursery, sleep deprived from a crying baby, and not because of Drake’s body, but she sometimes did, maybe when a little too wine drunk, Drake always calming her down in the occasional bursts of guilt. Maybe she’d be with Liam, unhappy. Maybe she wouldn’t, Drake helping raise this child that wasn’t his, switching weekends and weekdays with Liam to co-parent. There were a million possibilities. But there was one thing that was never a doubt. “I… when I do, I know that you’d never be as happy as you are right now, Liam. You’re glowing. These babies… they were always meant to be here, to be your children.”

Leo squirmed and Jaela gasped, Liam laughing quietly. “Babies move, Jaela, you know that, right?”

“But he’s like three days old!”

Liam rolled his eyes and carefully took Leo from her, sitting back, completely relaxed and such a natural, already. Jaela leaned to the side, putting her finger into Leo’s palm, the newborn gently clasping his small hand around hers. She smiled, meeting Liam’s eyes, happy for the quiet confession. “But… yeah, I do too. And… you’re right. We wouldn’t be happy. None of us would. Not even Drake and Liv, though…”

“You did not just compare my child— your superior— to a Chihuahua which is basically a fucking cat, but worse and—“

“He’s small! That’s all I’m saying!”

“Ugh, you’re lucky this one isn’t your godson. Or the king. I’d make sure he’d have your head if you said that to Leo. They are part Nevrakis, after all.” Olivia took her son back, glaring at Drake who shook his head at Jaela, Liam and her giggling.

“Not unexpected, but… yeah… we wouldn’t be happy,” Liam finished and looked down at his son with a warmth and love Jaela never saw before. A man who got his wish, his dream: a family. A real one, at that. One with a woman who loved him and only him with the fierceness that no one could match. One with not one, but two children at once, both healthy and perfect and planned and wanted from the moment they were conceived, just a month after their marriage, waiting no more. One where he could look back and the past and want for nothing from it, only wanting the present, currently a small bundle in his arms, sound asleep and welcomed into the world with more love than he could ever know right now.

Liam’s dreams, all coming true. His true happiness. His true passion. Everything he deserved. Jaela removed her hand from Leo’s grasp and she kissed Liam’s cheek, smiling. He looked up from his son, almost as if he was snapping out of a daze. “Hmm?”

“This is the happiest I’ve ever seen you, Liam. Ever.”

“This is the happiest I’ve ever been,” he admitted, smile wide and her heart expanded five times. She didn’t break him completely. He didn’t need her for his happiness. He just needed his family.

The rest of the visit involved Olivia and Drake bickering some more, but she eventually let him hold Leo while Jaela held Diavolos, the two sitting next to each other on the couch. Jaela loved watching him with the babies, though, she imagined she was just as awkward, trying to figure out how to hold them, never quite getting comfortable, but comfortable enough. They posed for a picture together, heads touching.

Olivia and Liam looked at the photo while Drake bounced a squirming Leo, matching, knowing smiles on their lips. Drake and Jaela raised their eyebrows, glancing at each other. “What’s that look you two…” Drake said, cautious.

“Just…” Olivia showed them the picture. They both looked a little awkward holding them, but even Drake was smiling, and he barely did for pictures that weren’t of just them, taken in privacy. “Never seen you smile this much, Drake.” He flushed, glancing away.

Jaela bit her lip, a warmth coming to her cheeks, too. Liam and Olivia looked at one another again, a question clearly in the air, both debating on who should ask. Drake’s knee tapped hers and she tapped it back, and he looked at her, red faced. However, Jaela offered a smile and he relaxed, still just as red. “Are…” Liam started, then tried again. “Are you two thinking of starting a family soon? You two looked like naturals.”

“Please,” Jaela said, rolling her eyes. “Don’t lie, we’re awkward.” Nobody said anything after her and she gulped, Liam and Olivia clearly curious for an answer. “But uh… we— we haven’t discussed when we want to start trying….”

“Fair enough,” Olivia said, after the two of them looked at Drake. Jaela missed his expression, hair blocking his face. “Now, it’s probably time to feed these two so… and I don’t want to scare you off from not having children, so…”

Drake and Jaela willingly gave the twins to their parents, Olivia settling in the bed, Liam by her side, kissing her forehead, as they left hand in hand, her heart lighter than ever before. Drake was quiet on their drive back to their duchy, driving carefully, not really responding to Jaela’s comments, agreeing that Liam and Liv were both glowing and that the twins were small, like a Chihuahua, but maybe he shouldn’t have told Olivia that three days after giving birth and hours of labor. But, otherwise, he seemed quiet. Pensive, almost. It wasn’t until they parked, getting out, that it hit her.

Gladys greeted them, and she tugged on his hand before he headed towards the doors. “Yeah?”

“It’s a nice day. I want to go on a walk. Come with me?”

“Always,” he said. They walked in silence, both quiet, just listening to the sounds of their land, birds and water and wind and everything she didn’t know she needed in life, or even wanted, until she fell in love with Drake Walker— her husband, currently too quiet for her liking.

They paused where he built them a swing, one of the first projects he did once they were married. She sat and he joined, both swinging it as they had done so many times before, hands entwined. She said nothing at first, thinking of how to ask him. How to ask why he was so quiet. Why he turned so red at the mention of when they would start trying for children, a conversation they hadn’t revisited since the first lantern festival.

Finally, she said the words she wanted answers to, heart fluttering— taking her by surprise. “Did… did you get quiet when they asked about us having kids because… because you want to start trying soon? And… and don’t know how to ask me… or?”

Drake squeezed her hand, stopping the swing, running a free hand through his hair. “I… I… maybe,” he mumbled, looking down to her now, chestnut eyes warm and curious, the red back in his cheeks. Her stomach flipped and she touched it, Drake following her hand.

“You… you can tell me anything, you know.”

“I know, I know but…” he stroked her cheek, tracing her lips when he spoke. “With everything you’ve been through, and how you’re still… working through everything with the abortion—”

“I’m good, I swear. I’ve been out of counseling for a few months now.”

Drake smiled and kissed her forehead. “I know. I’m proud. You’ve come so far. But… I don’t know how to say that… that I’ve been wanting that ‘someday’ for children to be a lot closer than I think we both expected,” he paused, lowering his gaze to her abdomen… then touched it, her stomach flipping all over again, as his hand rested there. “For… for a while now.”

Jaela’s breath hitched, eyes widening. “How long?” They were nearly, always safe. Always used a condom and for the few times they didn’t— and if he wasn’t sure if he pulled out in time—, well, she picked up a morning after pill. One time she didn’t, but her period started the next morning and she didn’t know that she could feel relief like that ever again.

Drake gulped and she knew he was nervous about this confession, his truth. But, she wanted to know. She had to. They were going on two years of marriage in a few months. She always laughed it off when the older noble women would wonder why she wasn’t pregnant, or ask if she was trying for a child when she got water to take a break from whiskey and bubbly. It was too funny to her, these women trying to nose their way into her business— especially when she clearly had been drinking.

She knew the conversation was due to come up sometime soon, a real one, so she had to know how much he longed for their own little family. “Um… about six months into our marriage,” he confessed, entire face bright red.

Jaela’s mind went blank— that long?— as she stared at him for a few seconds. Almost a year of longing to have a child with her, the desire trapped in his mind, too nervous to tell her. Yet, as terrifying as the thought was at first, Jaela calmed and brought his forehead to hers, a smile on her lips. She wasn’t ready to start trying. He had to know that. But…

“Thank you for telling me. I didn’t know you wanted to be a dad so soon.”

Drake sighed. “Me either, until I married you and… and I couldn’t stop thinking about how you’d be with our child. How you’d love them and… just… you have no idea how badly I wanted to tell you that I want our someday to be… soon. And seeing you with the twins today… I just wanted to take you home and tell you that I wanted to start trying, now. But… but I can’t do that to you. Or expect you to even…”

Jaela smiled and kissed him, the swinging resuming. “I don’t know when I want to start trying,” she confessed. ��And I don’t want to start talking about it yet. I don’t think I’m there yet, you’re right. I’m not sure when I’ll be, to be honest, even if it did warm my heart to see you holding them today. You… you definitely looked like a dad.” They separated, Drake wrapping an arm around her. She rested her head on his shoulder, both soaking in the view and the gentle touch of the other. “But…” How he looked with a child, in that photo, so happy. Like a dad. Like he was ready. Like the amazing father she thought he would be, thinking of how he’d play with their child and look at them like they were his world, too. “I think that someday is going to happen sooner than we thought, too.”

“Really?” He asked, perking up, voice higher than usual. Jaela giggled, hand on his chest, his heart beating so, so fast. Oh, he wanted a baby and looking up at him, Jaela knew that someday was… someday soon. How could she deny her own excitement at his joy? At the mere mention of even trying for a baby, not even talking about what would happen when they arrived?

“I promise. The next time I see a plus sign on a pregnancy test… well, I won’t be in a bathroom at JFK and think my world’s come crashing down. My world will have just begun.”

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