JASPER'S POV
The sound of Oliver crying from his room swiftly wakes me up from my light sleep.
The first thing I notice when my eyes finally peel themselves open is Alex up and out of bed before I can even prop myself up onto one elbow.
A smile stretches on my lips as he quietly walks out of the room, and I force myself to wake up completely, glancing at the alarm clock on my bedside table: six thirty am.
These last six months have consisted of early starts or sleepless nights—actually some days it's both, I wouldn't have it any other way. Alex has been nothing short of amazing. The way he tends to Oliver and manages everything else, you'd think I customized the man at 'build-a-fiancé'.
It's soon quiet in Oliver's room, and I assume that means Alex was able to soothe our son somehow after changing him.
Rolling myself out of bed, I stretch up towards the ceiling and let out a sigh. I go over and grab a sweatshirt from our closet before making my way out of the room and downstairs.
To my surprise, Alex is in the middle of the kitchen, Oliver cradled in one of his arms, while he attempts to work the coffee pot with one hand, struggling. I let out a soft chuckle, and the handsome man's focus immediately shifts up and over to me, a small smile tugging at his lips.
"Good morning, babe." I say in a cheerful tone, walking around the corner of the counter to place a soft kiss on his cheek.
"And good morning to you," I place a soft kiss on top of Oliver's head.
Before I can turn away to make a pot of coffee and a bottle for our son, Alex grabs me by the hood of my sweatshirt. He pulls me back towards him, making me spin back around so I'm facing him and that goofy smile on his face.
He leans in and places those soft lips of his on mine, moving them delicately for a short kiss that leaves me wanting more.
"Good morning, my love," he mumbles against my lips, and my cheeks heat up a bit at his tired and low morning voice.
Reluctantly I turn back to the kitchen and get the coffee going, putting a fresh filter inside, before dumping in the coffee grounds. As I wait for that I go over to this fancy ass machine Alex insisted we own, before placing a clean bottle under it and pushing buttons. After a minute or two, formula comes out mixed with water, and I screw the lid on it.
I walk out of the kitchen and into the living room where my handsome fiancé sits with our baby boy, handing him both the bottle and burp rag that was on the other end of the sofa.
"Thanks, dear," he says with a chuckle, grabbing the bottle.
"Hey—we aren't old enough for that yet." I snap back with a quiet laugh.
"Fair enough," he smiles, holding Oliver in a better position to take the formula.
When I walk back to the kitchen, I open up the fridge and notice a lack of some things—a lack of a lot of thing, and remember it's been a moment since we went shopping together for the place.
"I've gotta run to the store to get a few things, coffee should be in ten minutes." I call out, snatching my keys and wallet from the breakfast bar counter.
"Alight, will you pick me up something with chocolate, and full of carbs?" Alex calls back, and I laugh.
"Trying to work on that dad bod, are we?" I chime, and that earns a hearty laugh from Alex.
"You said you'd still love me if I got fat, and I'm going to take you up on that." While that statement is absolutely correct, I'd most definitely still find my fiancé downright attractive no matter what weight he carries. I'd never hear the end from him if he got chubby. He'd start spouting about how I should have told him to watch his calories when he can't fit into this damn expensive tux he's been eyeing for our wedding next year.
Walking back over to the couch, I lean over and place a kiss on the side of his stubble covered face, taking in the adorable sight of our sleeping son curled in his arm, milk drunk and content. His hair has gotten much thicker on the top of his head, and like I had predicted when he was only a few weeks old, its color seems to be near-black-brown, like Alex's.
"I love you," I whisper into his ear, and that causes his head to turn towards me the best he can over the back of the couch.
"I love you more." He replies, and I kiss him softly on the lips before going over to the door and slipping my shoes on.
The ride to the store is nothing short of boring, weaving through the streets with ease now, remembering where the closest store is like the back of my hand. There's been many nights of random trips to this market, and sometimes it's a nice thirty minutes alone. Don't get me wrong, I love both my fiancé and my son, but both Alex and I are firm with each other about making sure we take time to ourselves so we don't get burnt out.
Pulling into the parking lot of the store, I swiftly get up and out of the car after killing the engine, and go straight inside.
With a cart in front of me I walk up and down each aisle, throwing in things that we need, and some things we don't, because if there's something Alex and I bond over it's good snacks and a movie at night together.
After getting all the essentials and a small chocolate cake from the bakery, for Alex—hell for me too, I walk over to the register and get myself checked out.
One of the usual cashiers is at lane four, and I push my loaded cart over, taking every item out to place onto the belt.
"Early morning?" Lydia asks. And I glance up to meet her bright blue eyes, her light red, curly hair falling on each side of her face down to her shoulders.
"Isn't it always." I joke and she shoots a warm smile at me. After a few minutes, Lydia gets me all cashed out, and I push my bagged groceries out of the store.
Walking over to my car I go ahead and open the trunk, loading everything inside quickly so I can return back home. Today was one of those days we actually needed shit for the house, and not a 'take my time and have a break day'. I sincerely want to go back to both my adorable son and future husband.
As I'm about to close the trunk and turn around to put my cart back in the corral, I absolutely slam some poor lady to ground who must've not been paying attention to where she was walking.
"Oh god!" I call out immediately, "are you alrig—" my sentence cuts its self short as I bend down, getting a better look at who had just got knocked down by none other than myself.
My eyes widen slightly at the long, brown wavy hair with occasional streaks of grey in it. The woman's face is familiarly shaped, slender but sharp, and a large pair of sunglasses sit high on the bridge of her nose. My breath catches in my chest as I notice a distinct set of wedding rings on her left hand, the particular set, the three bands and their stones, unlocking a various amount of suppressed memories.
"M-mom?"
End. To be continued...
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While I will be working on the second book, my primary focus for a few will be on a new book. Because while I do love this story I've continued on from my "good-ole"teenage years, I believe a good break is needed to keep my head fresh, and avoid repetitive writer's block.
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