Until Jax
“You may now kiss the bride,” the pastor says, and Wes bends July backwards over his arm, kissing her in a way that I’m surprised Uncle Asher doesn’t get out of his seat.
“Oh, God,” my sister sitting next to me cries, and I look down at her as she wipes her eyes while wrapping her arm around mine. “They are so perfect for each other,” she says then looks at me, smiling before standing up when everyone else does.
“Ax,” Hope calls from my other side, and I pull my eyes from my sister and hold my breath as Hope Ellie’s Daughter smiles up at me. She looks like her mom…her mom, who has taken up my every thought since meeting her.
“What’s up, sweetheart?” I ask softly, still unsure of what to do with a three-year-old little girl.
“Can you pit me up so I can see Mama?” she asks, and my heart does a tug, the same tug it’s done since the moment I met her mom then her.
“Sure,” I say, and she holds her hands up to me and I pick her up in her big poufy pink dress then lift her to my shoulders so she can see her mom walk down the aisle behind July, holding onto Harlen’s arm, which causes a different kind of tug to pull at my chest.
She looks beautiful today. Her long brown hair is tied up with a white ribbon that is woven through a braid, which is wrapped behind her ear with small pieces framing her face.
Her body is encased in a dress that is so formfitting that I know just from looking her breasts would fit perfectly in my hands.
Hell, her body fits perfectly against mine.
I know this, because every chance I get, I have her close.
She’s mine. She may not understand it—hell, I don’t even know if I understand it—but she was made for me.