It's the only way to save my son, a forced marriage with a stranger that my sister refuses to marry my Stepfather brings me to believe that If I marry Jaxon Lune They will pay for the heart transplant for my son Jayden. But when We get married Somet...
I stir a little, feeling the warmth of Jaxon's body all around me. The early morning sun casts a soft glow across the room, and I can't help but smile as I hear his sleepy voice. "Hello, gorgeous," he mutters, his breath warm on my neck.
I snuggle closer to him, savoring the feeling of his bare chest beneath my fingertips. "You know I could get used to this," I mumble, tracing lazy patterns on his skin.
Jaxon lets out a contented sigh, his arms wrapping around me. "Already getting used to it myself," he whispers, his lips brushing against my forehead.
I lean in closer, our lips pressing together in a tender morning kiss, when suddenly, our moment is interrupted by a joyful voice. "Mom, Dad, come here!" Jayden says from the doorway, his excitement evident in every word. "I made you breakfast!"
I can't help but grin as I pull away from Jaxon. "Really?" I ask, genuinely surprised by his eagerness.
"Yeah, come on," Jayden insists, tugging at my hand to lead the way. He's growing up so quickly, and moments like this make my heart swell with pride and love.
Jaxon and I exchange amused glances before following Jayden to the kitchen, where we find a somewhat messy but lovingly prepared breakfast spread. There are pancakes, scrambled eggs, and even some burnt toast. It's clear he put a lot of effort into this surprise.
"Wow, Jayden, this looks amazing," I say, unable to contain my enthusiasm. Jaxon nods in agreement, and together we sit down to enjoy the breakfast Jayden has prepared.
As we eat, I can't help but feel a sense of contentment. Our little family is so full of love, and moments like these are what truly matter. Jayden chatters away, telling us about his plans for the day and how he put his heart into making this breakfast. It warms my heart to see the bond he shares with Jaxon, who has been an incredible father figure since we became a family.
After breakfast, we clean up the kitchen together, and Jayden helps with the dishes, just as I had predicted. Jaxon, on the other hand, seems relieved. "He's really good about cleaning up after himself," I say with a smile, and Jaxon chuckles playfully.
As I finish the last dish, Jaxon stands up and pulls me into a hug. "Hold on," he says with a mischievous grin. "Wear something cool; we're going out today."
I nod in agreement, my curiosity piqued. With Jayden's morning surprise still fresh in my mind, I can't help but wonder what adventures the day will hold for our little family.
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It's moments like these that make me cherish the love and togetherness we share, and I'm looking forward to making more wonderful memories as we venture out into the day.
The sunlit morning finds us standing in our cozy kitchen, contemplating the day ahead. Jaxon, with a warm smile, turns to me and asks, "What would you like to do?"
Before I can respond, Jayden, chimes in, his eyes shining with anticipation. "Can we go to Spike Island?" he asks, his excitement bubbling over.
I meet Jaxon's eyes, and we share a silent exchange that needs no words. We both know that visiting Spike Island is one of Jayden's dreams, and as parents, there's nothing we'd rather do than make those dreams come true. Jaxon chuckles and gives a firm nod. "Sounds like fun. Let's go, then," he says, his voice filled with enthusiasm.
With that decision made, I reach for Jaxon's hand, intertwining our fingers. The touch is a reassurance, a silent affirmation of our partnership. It's a simple gesture, but it speaks volumes, a reminder that we're in this together.
"Thank you," I mutter, gratitude evident in my voice as I gaze at Jaxon. His eyes meet mine, and I can see the affection in them, his love for both me and Jayden. I gesture toward Jayden, who's looking around with wonder in his eyes and a smile that could light up the entire world on his face. "You make him really happy," I whisper, my voice full of warmth.
Jaxon's fingers slide between mine even more firmly, and he leans down to kiss my forehead. "You two make me really happy," he says, his words filled with sincerity and tenderness.
The moment is a testament to our love, the kind that goes beyond words and declarations. And it's in this heartfelt exchange that I find myself saying those three words without hesitation, without fear. "I love you," I whisper, the words slipping out naturally, as though they've always been there, just waiting to be spoken.
Our eyes lock, and there's no surprise, no awkwardness in our shared acknowledgment of those feelings. Jaxon's lips brush against my cheek, a soft, affectionate kiss that speaks of his love for me. It's a gentle reminder of our bond, and it makes my heart swell with affection.
As we continue down the path hand in hand, with Jayden leading the way to the car, I rest my head on Jaxon's shoulder. The world seems full of possibilities, and the love we share, along with our cherished son, makes every moment special.
