Chapter 39
Jax stood at the window of Jessa’s darkened hospital room, staring at the lights of the city below, a stray tear falling down his cheek. The irony of the moment wasn’t lost on him, the slowing of his daughter’s heartbeat at the very moment he realized two very important things.
He would be a good father, capable of showing emotion, and he loved his child’s mother with all his heart.
He didn’t deserve either one of them, but for this moment in time, they were here.
He turned around and stared at Jessa sleeping in the bed, her pregnancy hidden by the bedcovers.
But there was a baby inside her—he’d felt her kick—and it was a child they had made together. For his part, that baby came from love.
Moving to the chair beside her bed, he sat down and rested his head on the cold metal bed rail. “I love you, Jessa,” he whispered, knowing it had always been true and not even her deception could take that away.
“And I love you, baby.”
The monitor that was beeping over his head beat quickly twice. Jax’s head shot up and he stared at the screen, the little double heartbeat now a scratch on the screen. And in that silly moment that didn’t mean anything, Jax knew deep in his heart that their baby would be okay.
The tears that had been dribbling from his eyes welled up freely, spilling over as joy coursed through him. He reached for Jessa’s hand, clenching it tightly. She’d never doubted, not for a moment.
“Everything’s going to be okay,” he said.
Thank you.
An image appeared in his mind. He was holding his tiny baby girl in his arms with Jessa by his side, resting her head on his shoulder.
He exhaled a shuddering breath. “Everything’s going to be okay.”