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I snuggled into the pillow before I felt his arm wrap around me, pulling me closer. My head now in his chest as he pulled my leg over him. "I love you," he whispered with his eyes closed.
"Why?" I whispered back and he opened his eyes...
HIT STAR ON THE BOTTOM Jordan's POV •€• August 18th
Every time I put this Tux on, I have to take it back off and let it dry. I'm sweating bullets.
I don't know why.
She's already mine. This just says it on paper.
Shit.
I spill my drink all over the sofa. I chug the rest and stand to find something to clean it up.
"Jordan, chill," Bryson comes behind me chuckling. I grab a towel from the bathroom and soak up the remains. It's just white wine so it won't stain.
God it's hot in here.
"Jamaica is hot," he says and I realize I'm thinking out loud.
"Where's Justice? Is he up?" I ask in order to stop him from making me feel more nervous than I already am.
"Maya is getting him dressed. You want him?" he asks and honestly apart from her, he's the only other thing that keeps me calm.
"Yeah," I say and he exits the room.
I take a seat on the now dry sofa and pull my buzzing phone from my pocket. I chuckle at what I see. Gabby wouldn't be Gabby if she didn't do something like this.
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It really feels like I am.
I hate the whole tradition that I can't see her before the wedding. I don't really believe in all of that bad luck stuff but she insists on it.
If there was anytime I needed to see her, it would be now.
I go to send her a message and before I can, Bryson walks in with Justice.
He's dressed to perfection.
He reaches out for me and I grab him. Tickling his belly of course. He's so ticklish and he gets it from her.
"You excited?" I ask and he blabs before giggling at me. I kiss his plump cheeks and take a deep breath.
Then another.
"You think Mommy is as nervous as I am, Jus?" I ask and he just smiles at me. I didn't expect to be here right now.
I still do wish my family could be with me but I've got more than a family now. They're apart of me.
"Mama," he calls. He hasn't stopped saying it since he started and he knows exactly who he's calling. He's hungry but she can't nurse him right now.
I need to get a bottle.
Bryson comes walking in and before I can ask for a little assistance, I acknowledge the terrified look on his face.
"What happened?" I ask standing with Justice in my hands. The quick movement frightens him and he grabs my neck.
