Chapter 8 - Your fella.

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Welcome back, lovies! How are you all doing? I'm maximizing my summer vacation to continue this story and I have to say that I love writing for you guys! Here's a "tender" chapter for you. I hope you love it!

Happy reading!

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DAKOTA'S POV:

"Mom, please. Calm down. I'm in the car and I'm surprised my speakers still work and that my eardrums have not popped yet in this confined space," I said in retaliation to her squeals of delight as she gushed about Jamie's little secret visit to New York while I am driving. Although I have to say, I still feel like a spoiled little princess being pursued by a handsome knight in shining armor. I admit, my insides are still unfurling for how delicately he treated me, but still showing an amorous display of affection. I heard he will be starting to film some projects next month. I guess this alone time can be of consolation to the next few months of the occasional absence on dinner dates and filming overseas for God knows how long. And I'm grateful for him because I know I have done that to him the past few weeks and he's still here, loving me with everything he has.

"Honey, how can I calm down when you're finally with a man who treats you right and does all these efforts just to see you? Men's efforts tend to be fleeting and their perseverance can be tested by time and distance but your man is still there, hopelessly in love with you as if it's the first time he's ever admitted to himself that he does," she replied. I agree with her. My past relationships have been quite mediocre and lack the passion I now share with Jamie. Dating, for me before, has all been about just seeing where it leads us - if a break up is impending, it would hurt but let it be. It was all just about the present, and now that I have thought about it, I have never seen a future with them. A couple of months, maybe. Perhaps a year. But nothing long term that has gotten to the point of talking or even thinking about marriage. To be fair, I was quite young when I started a relationship with an ex-boyfriend, and that hardly ever garners plans and thoughts about marriage. But I think if I was in a relationship now, I wouldn't have thought about getting married as well. It's all about Jamie, and the deep contentment and love I have for him that I now face my fear of being hitched to somebody I'm possibly not going to be with far longer than a couple of years with my chin up and a heart that craves it. Now that I have him, I crave him. I crave the thought of seeing him on the end of the aisle, waiting for me with the deep-seated love and adoration in his eyes as he's watching me walk clad in white with my dad and my mom. Given that I already am thinking of all of these images in my head and possibly thinking of a motif for it, I am very much relieved and happy that he is on board. We talked so much about getting married, though not in details but what can I expect? He doesn't care for the colors, the cake, the venue, or the number of guests. All he repeats to me is that the most important thing should not be missed - that I am the bride to be. As if it gets any better, he talked about how much he loved the idea of me being pregnant. Kids! I for one love kids, but I have not really thought about procreating before and have not looked forward to it in my past relationships. That could have been the cause of a break up if I did. Also, the thought of not seeing a future with them really did hinder me from wanting one. But now that I have met the person I want to be with until I'm all gums and dentures, I'm not afraid anymore because I know he'll be there by my side if I need him or even if I don't, just to make sure I am okay. If I ever mention to my mom that he wants a little Jamie or a little Dakota soon, she would abandon her plans for the day and pick out a sturdy baby crib and a bunch of unisex babygrows. Hell, she'll even plan a gender reveal while she's at it. She's the most supportive, and I love her for that.

"You're right. It was the sweetest thing. I still get butterflies, to be honest." I can't help but smile at the thought of him waiting impatiently in our suite. I drive as fast as I legally can for a much deserved cuddle time with him.

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