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Breath of Fresh Air

ALEX'S POV

This last week with Jasper has been nothing short of amazing. Truly like a breath of fresh fucking air. And I can't help but pull my phone out every chance I get, and stare at the photo of us with Oliver.

While every day we do make the trip to go and see our son, and always stay a few hours. The rest is filled with me juggling virtual work for my father—whose health seems to be on the decline lately, as well as helping Jasper set up the nursery for Oliver.

Although it caused me mental turmoil trying to assemble a crib, changing table, and fucking dresser. It all felt worth when I saw how happy it made Jasper, and if I'm honest I'd do it twenty more times to see the smile he had on his face again.

Dr. Heidi told us on our visit today before we left, that Oliver would be ready to go home with us in a week from today. Also today, while at the hospital, Jasper had himself an appointment, which of course I went to with him.

The doctor told him that he's healing excellently, and while he still isn't cleared to lift anything over fifteen pounds, most of his constant ache has subsided into occasional pain—depending on what he's doing.

I close my laptop on my desk, and decide to call it for the day, being that it's been more than a few hours since we got back home. My father said I needed to do a couple zoom meetings with some people from the company, which if that meant I didn't need to go in, then I was more than happy to oblige. I also had to wrap up a few closings for some companies my father decided we weren't doing business with anymore.

The only thing that seems to be on pause recently, is any new knowledge on what the hell is going on with the court case—in regard to Veronica hiring a literal fucking hit-man. And I must say, that is the only thing that genuinely infuriates me as of late, making my stomach turn itself inside out when I think about it for too long.

I can't imagine what kind of mother she is behind closed doors to Sadie. I'm sure if I knew the extent of it based how she treats people, and our daughter when she was only an infant... That I'd find myself booking a plane ticket and showing up at her parents doorstep with a loaded weapon.

So for the sake of my mental health, and being done with my work, I push myself up off the desk and walk through the condo to find Jasper.

Stepping into the doorway upstairs of Oliver's room, I pause in my tracks. I find myself utterly fucking smitten by this man as he sticks Winnie the Pooh stickers onto the wall with precision, and lean myself against one side of the doorway.

I do a few soft knocks onto the wall beside me, that being my best attempt to not scare the life out the poor man as he concentrates on the last sticker, which is Piglet. The reason why I had recommended Winnie the Pooh in the first place, was because I knew the shading of the walls in this room were a pastel yellow. And now, seeing it all come together, from the cribs bedding, to the stickers and few decorative wall pieces, I know my recommendation was the right one. I'm just glad Jasper chose it out of the three. After finishing the sticker, he turns to me, and his hands gesture to around the room, presumably to silently ask me what I think.

A large grin tugs at my lips as he walks toward me, and I meet him half way, my arms wrapping around his waist gently.
Pulling him against me, I look into his soft brown eyes, the light in here showing off their honey glow. I swear I could look into them all day, I've never seen anybody with such a light shade of brown in their eyes.