Chapter 34

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I watched Jackson rock the baby, patting its back gently and singing a lullaby softly. You could see in his eyes how much he loved having a child and it made me feel so much better knowing that he doesn’t have to take care of me and can start his own family.

          They’ve officially moved into the old house and I’ve been able to walk in, thanks to Chloe’s remodeling. It’s beautiful, no more beer bottles and vodka stinking up the whole house.

          Jackson cleaned out my old bedroom for me, making it the nursery so I didn’t get as many flashbacks. I let him burn most of it, beside a few souvenirs.

          Blake is the most amazing mate in the entire world. After all these years I never thought I would be able to make love to him, but I’ve done it plenty of times. He’s perfect and doesn’t make the first move, he always lets me take charge, even though it’s hard for me to do sometimes.

          We’re getting married next week and I’m about to pass out from my nerves. Both my brothers are walking me down the aisle, but I’m still anxious.

          “You alright, sweetie?”

          “Yup, just worried about the wedding. And meeting Blake’s friends.”

          Blake still wants me to meet his friends, but I really don’t want to. Most of them are coming to the wedding, so I technically have to meet them. And he’s my boyfriend, it’s the right thing to do.

          “Don’t be. He’ll keep them in check.” He smiled down at the gurgling baby. “And Beck and I will both be there for you. And everyone else that loves you, that’s all that matters.”

          I sighed but smiled anyways. “I just want to marry Blake without all the anxiety.”

          “Remember you helped Chloe through our wedding? She’ll help you through yours.”

          “Chloe was excited, not nervous. She just wanted to go on the honeymoon with you.”

          I lay down on their couch and stretched my legs, reminding myself to shave later so I didn’t disgust Blake. He’s at work with Beck and Chloe’s out with a few friends while me and Jackson bond and he takes care of the baby.

          “Yeah, damn was she an animal.”

          “Jackson.” I whined. “You should be nicer about it.”

          He sighed and smiled over at me. “Okay. She wanted to make love like an animal. Better?”

          I shook my head, but laughed anyways since I knew Chloe probably wouldn’t care. “Guys are so gross when they talk about that stuff.”

          He shrugged. “Takes too many words to make it romantic.”

          I laughed and rolled over, putting my hand to my mouth to cover my face in case I looked weird. I know Jackson is the most amazing gentleman in the world and if he says something bad-mannered, he does not mean it at all.

          “I love you, Jackson.”

          “Love you, too, sweetie.”

          I held my head up on one hand and looked up at him. The baby finally fell asleep and he put him in his bouncer, sighing and falling on the couch next to me. “You love it.” I mocked.

          He grinned down at me and I sat up so I could rest my head on his shoulder. “I think you’ll be able to have a kid, Rain.”

          I pondered. “I hope so.” I whispered, feeling emotions swirl inside me. “Do you think he’ll leave if I can’t?”

          “Never. Just gives him more reason to keep trying.”

          I launched myself back onto the couch, laughing like crazy and moaning ‘Ewwww’ over and over again. Yeah, making love to Blake is an amazing feeling, but for Jackson to bluntly talk about it is gross.

          “Jackson, stop!” I laughed. He watched me laugh and smiled, like he did to his own child. It felt great that our relationship hasn’t changed and it felt even better that someone still cared, even after what my dad almost did to me.

          The door opened and Blake walked in, looking as gorgeous and perfect as ever. He immediately walked over to me and smiled at my laughing face, leaning down and kissing my forehead.

          “What are you laughing at, sweetheart?”

          “I said-“ I jumped on Jackson, covering his mouth and laughing as Beck walked in, Rosie glued to his side.

          Blake lifted me off of Jackson as the baby began crying and Jackson punched Blake in the arm as he walked over to him, Rosie beating him and lifting the poor baby out of the bouncer.

          “Hi, baby!” she cooed.

          I turned to Blake, smiling and kissing him on the cheek as his hand immediately went to my butt. For some reason he likes to have one hand on my butt at all times.

          “I missed you, beautiful.”

          “I missed you, too, Blake.”

          “No nickname?”

          I shrugged and looked down at his work tee-shirt that had PUB written across the front. “Smoochie?”

          “What?”

          “You like to kiss me a lot.” I winced, suddenly embarrassed that I just said something so stupid. No matter how many times Blake tells me he loves me, I will always be insecure.

          “How about something more manly, like, handsome?”

          “Blake,” I fake sighed. “You know I don’t like lying.”

          He was shocked and leaped at me, dropping me on the couch and shoving his face into my shoulder, kissing and sucking, making me thrash from the tickling sensation. I laughed as his fingers groped my sides and begged him to stop, breathing hard.

          He stopped and leaned down, straddling my waist. I looked up at him innocently, not planning on doing anything while we were in someone else’s house.

          Blake must have had different plans because he began kissing me and feeling my chest making me really uncomfortable. I pulled away from the kiss and pushed him off, making him immediately stop touching me. I could feel everyone’s eyes on us and it wasn’t a pleasant feeling.

          He sighed and lifted me up, carrying us out of the house without a single good-bye. I tried to say something, argue or say good-bye, but he cut me off with a kiss and left it at that.

          We went up to my room and he laid me on the bed, kissing down to my belly button. I wanted to say something, but he made me forget as soon as he took his shirt off.

          I love him so much, I’m actually excited to get married. My nerves were gone as he ripped off my white tee-shirt and went back to making my lips incredibly swollen. It felt so good to be with my mate like this. No one else in the house and just us two making love on our own terms. It’s beautiful.

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