Guess what?? I'm writing a sequel to Loving Jason! I will post more about it soon on my message board!

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Epilogue

Four months later

Not once in the past eight years have I ever felt more complete than I did now. Someone wise once said that nothing could be bad for too long, it may exceed the good at times but at points in your life when you thought that everything was ruined, the ending turned out to be great. As great as an ending in a cliche, sappy romance movie or story book. But this was no romance movie, this was the reality of things and maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought.

"Where the fuck did you put my car keys, Daisy?"

Or maybe it was, with a hint of good in it.

"I told you a hundred times, it's on top of the fridge where I always put it. You don't have to swear." I rolled my eyes.

"Don't move my shit. If I put something on a certain place, I expect it to be there when I need it again." Jason grumbled, trudging towards the fridge, and unlike me who had to stand on a chair to put his keys on the fridge, he effortlessly raised his hands and retrieved it. I couldn't help but roll my eyes again. He was so rude lately, and I was the pregnant one who was supposed to have mood swings.

"I saw that. I don't like your attitude lately."

"What attitude?" I asked in disbelief. "Just because I want the apartment to be clean and tidy doesn't mean I have an attitude."

"Well don't go putting my shit on weird places like atop of the fridge."

"Whatever. You can leave now since you have it."

Four months of passing had been a lot to handle, being cooped up the entire duration of that time in this apartment with my large and oversized belly. Jason wasn't making it easier by acting like a complete jerk. I couldn't believe him. He was being absolutely sweet and gentle for a month after I recovered from being shot, and after then back to his old brooding self. I didn't enjoy it one bit, but I suspected that it was the fact that he no longer controlled his old gang. He was a wreck without it.

"That's it, you're not gonna say 'bye' or 'have a great day' or something?"

"Have a wonderful, fantastic day." I said sarcastically. I was perched up on a stool near the kitchen island, feeling like I weighed a ton. I suspected I looked ugly, or for a better word, less attractive since I knew of my pregnancy. I haven't been taking care of my complexion the slightest bit. Probably why Jason was being an ass.

"Oh for fucks sake, lose the attitude." He snapped.

"You're the one being a complete dick." I grew frustrated.

"I'm the dick? I'm not the one complaining about every little thing, every chance I get and bitching about small stupid things. It's completely fucking annoying."

"I'm pregnant, you dumbass! You don't give a shit if I'm in pain or if I have morning sickness or whatever the hell it is. All you care about is your damn self!"

He laughed, bemused. "Get over yourself, Daisy."

"You piece of-" I was about to go full on angry rage at him, when a sudden pain stung my lower belly. "Ow." I hissed, doubling over in my stool and nearly falling. Jason was by my side in an instant, all anger in his expression gone and worry replacing it.

"What's wrong?" His hands grasped mine and I forcefully pulled away from him.

"Don't touch me." I protested weakly.

"Sweetheart. . ."

"Don't call me that either. I don't like the person you have became in the past month. You're not supportive of me at all and you're always out late doing god knows what. Is it because I'm pregnant? Have I lost my appeal of before? I'm sorry that you knocked me up and now I weigh twice as much as I did before. You said you would stand by my side through all of it, but you lied. You're a liar, you always were." Tears were welling up in my eyes. I've been very emotional lately.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked softly. "I don't care that your belly is bigger than mount fucking Kilimanjaro, you're still the most beautiful girl for me."

I looked away from him and didn't respond.

"Look at me," when I didn't I felt his hand softly pulling my face towards his. "You say that I've not been supportive of you, but Daisy, you pay no attention to me at all these days. You have Penny and Mavis over all the time, and you watch these meaningless TV series and programmes about pregnant women. . . every night I try and touch you and you pull away. It's not all my fault." He accused softly. "I sleep every fucking night with blue balls. When last have you let me make love to you. It's been a fucking week and I'm going insane."

"I didnt think you would still be attracted to me." I whispered.

"Fuck, Daisy. That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. I don't care if you suddenly put on an extra hundred pounds, I will still fuck you because I love you, and that's what it's all about. Don't you get that? Besides, you're still my tiny little Daisy,"

I felt his hands travel towards my bum, before he squeezed it softly. I shivered and leaned into him. "You still have the perfect round ass that I love," I flushed deeply. "And these dingy little arms that you have."
His hands caressed up my arms. "And these sexy as fuck legs." I felt myself being raised effortlessly in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist immediately, and my arms around his neck. One hand held me up perfectly while he stroked my belly softly with the other.

"You feel perfect in my arms." He breathed our huskily. "Don't think for a second you will ever lose your appeal, because you're fucking gorgeous."

My entire morning and spirits were lifted up. This was how our day went. We would fight and argue over trivial things, and then he would make it up to me by calling me sweet names.

"Now kiss me, baby. Before I leave to work."

I didn't hesitate to crash my lips softly to his. Our lips moved in sync and his forcefully moved against mine, his lips nudging mine open for entrance.

"I'm sorry too." I breathlessly say when we pulled apart. "I've been annoying and whiny for the past week. And for that I'm sorry too."

"I forgive you." He smiled, pecking my lips for the last time.

"See you later." I smiled.

"See you, babe." He grabbed his phone off the kitchen counter before he left. There he went, the sexy love of my life.

I was sitting on the couch reading a magazine about pregnant women when I heard someone slam the door open and haul it shut again. I flinched and let my eyes move towards the front door. Jason stormed inside and slammed his car keys on the kitchen island, along with a half empty bottle of what looked like beer. I placed my magazine down and sat upright, looking at him curiously.

Instead of speaking, he roughly shoved a kitchen stool to the ground, causing a crack sound to be heard. I sighed deeply.

"What happened?"

"Those good for nothing motherfuckers fired me. They fucking fired me. I'll kill them all." He said angrily.

"Jason, you must have done something-"

"Are you taking their side?"

"Of course not. People don't just fire you for the fun of it." I said gently.

"They fired me, because they learned about my past. They judged me to be the same as before. I hate when people fucking do that. Fuck this. If they're going to see me as a monster, then I might as well act like one." He grabbed his car keys again and made a beeline towards the door.

"Jason!" I exclaimed. "Are you serious? Don't let meaningless people affect you. I'm sure there are other places that would hire-"

"That's what you don't get. People don't like people like me. Tattoos, piercings, a colourful vocabulary. They judge me immediately. No one wants to fucking hire someone like me."

"That's not tr-"

"Stop trying to make things better by being optimistic about stupid shit. For fucks sakes, tell me the damn truth Daisy. Society hates me."

"You're angry right now and partially drunk. I'm not gonna have this conversation with you." I said calmly. I stalked towards him and ripped his car keys out of his hand. He wasn't going to make another stupid reckless mistake, and he certainly wasn't going to drive with a half sober mind.

"What the fuck are you doing? Give them back." He held out a hand.

"No." I denied. "We will talk about this tomorrow."

"I hate this fucking mundane life. When I was a gang leader I never had to worry about shit like running out of money. I could buy me a new car everyday if I wanted. But now I'm quater as rich as I used to be and it's driving me insane."

"I didn't realise you were a spoiled brat, Jason." I rolled my eyes.

"Excuse me?"

"You have enough money to last you until you finish your degree and people are begging you to work for them. But you want more. I thought greed wasn't one of your propounding qualities." I turned around and walked towards the staircase. I felt Jason grip my wrist as I expected.

"Don't fucking talk to me like that."

"You are a spoilt brat." I said again, mostly angry that he always picked fights with me for no reason. "You might have had a rough childhood but you didn't know what it was like to have no money. You always had plenty of it and now that you have slightly less, you drink your sorrows away and get angry that an informal company fired you from a job you barely enjoyed. Someone else who really need money could have that position now. So stop feeling bitter for no reason. And I swear if I have to replace another item in this house that you so brutally broke, I will fight you."

This silenced him for sure.

I breathed through my mouth angrily and huffed when he said nothing. He looked deep in thought.

"You're right." He finally said. "I am a spoilt brat."

"Thank you for admitting that." I said, feeling proud.

"I should focus on my studies instead."

"Exactly."

"I shouldn't let my anger out on our apartment."

"Hmm." I hummed in response.

"I should be more humble."

"Absolutely." I agreed, liking where this was going.

"I should let my anger out on the fucktard who fired me and not our poor furniture."

"Definitely." I nodded.

He smirked.

"Wait. . . you tricked me!" I exclaimed.

"I'm not righteous, Daisy. I barely have any morals and I'm not humble for the life of me. I've already given up the gang, a part of me that meant so much. If I want to fuck someone's face up with my fists, I will. Because it's the only normal thing I've got going on for me right now."

"Seriously? What about me and our kid? Do you want him or her to grow up with a violent dad?"

I've been pregnant for four months, and when we went to the doctor's to tell us the gender of our baby, I decided that I wanted to wait till I gave birth and be surprised rather. I gave the gender to Alexis, and she promised me that she would buy everything needed for our baby, and set up the gender reveal party too. Jason wasn't too happy with the idea, but after arguing with him endlessly, he finally gave in. I was even more stubborn while pregnant

"Do you know what the
bastard said to me? He said that they don't usually employ scum like me. I will fucking torture him so slow-"

"Fuck me." I said suddenly.

"Excuse me?" He said in confusion.

"If you're feeling as angry as it seems, then take your frustrations out on me." I shrugged simply.

"Don't be crazy, Daisy."

"I'm serious. Sex can calm you down."

"Or it can make it worst."

"How?"

"Just give me my keys, please. And let me go beat someone up because my fists have been itching to punch someone." He held his hands out, waiting for me to hand over his car keys. Instead of doing that, I tossed it on the couch instead. Without thinking, I placed my hand in his outstretched one and pulled myself closer to him, only to end up knocking him straight in the chest with my head.

"Jesus, woman. Are you asking to get hurt?"

"I want you to be okay. And if that means me getting hurt, than so be it."

He groaned in frustration. I expected him to push me away but instead he placed his arms on my waist and pulled me closer towards him. I wanted to feel every inch of his body against mine, but my huge belly was getting in the way. It made me both frustrated and annoyed.

"You just being the weirdo you are, you already calmed me down." He sighed sightly.

"I'm the weirdo?"

"Yes, you're fucking weird."

"I'm not the once who has to punch someone on a daily basis and if I can't, become mad at the world." I frowned.

"I'm sorry, Sweetheart. I was being an asshole, I admit."

"You were being an asshole this morning as well." I reminded him.

"I'm sorry for that too."

"And yesterday when-"

"Yes, yes I remember. I'm sorry for being a dick. Especially now since you have something growing inside on you. I'll try my best to be less. . . moody all the time."

"Apology accepted." I smiled, and stood on my toes to kiss his cheek. "And it's called a baby, not a thing."

"Sure, whatever. Can I take you up on your offer of fucking you on this coffee table right here?" He asked with a smirk.

I slapped his arm. "It's called making love."

"Well, can I?" He asked again.

"Of course not, you bafoon."

He pouted.

"We can do it in the room." I giggled, pushing him away and making a run for it to the stairs. Not even three steps later he pulled me back causing me to squeal.

"You little tease." He mumbled, before bending and lifting me up bridal style in his arms. He walked to the stairs and ascended it, all the while I laughed like a childish school girl.

"I'm gonna take a shower, and when I get back you better be absolutely naked." He grumbled, placing me on the bed.

I chuckled. "Ay ay captain."

"Or. . . you can just join me in the shower you know." He smirked.

"I just showered like an hour ago." I pointed out.

"That doesn't matter. Come on."

I placed my hand in his and let him pull me towards the bathroom. When the door was shut I began pulling my clothes over my head, letting it fall to the ground. Jason's smirk seemed permanent as he watched me eagerly undress. I sent him a playful smile before slowing pulling my bra off and over my head.

"Geez, you'll be the death of me."

"Oh yeah?" I asked cheekily.

"Look at you. You're breathtaking even with a belly the size of Mars."

"Haha, funny." I rolled my eyes playfully.

His boxers was last to be pulled off, and he tossed it aside carelessly. I watched as he turned on the taps in the shower, and adjusted it to the perfect heat before he stepped inside. I stared dreamily at his hard body, filled with tattoos. I still couldn't believe him in all his hot glory fell in love with me. The plainest Jane out there.

"Get in here, babe. The temperature is perfect." He motioned towards him. I eagerly walked forwards and stepped inside. Water was gushing from the shower head and wet me instantly. I grabbed the soap off of the wall rack but it slipped from my hands. I bent down to pick it up, and when I looked up my eyes locked onto Jason's most private part. I shrieked and fell backwards towards the shower wall, my butt pressing against the shower tiles harshly.

"Fuck, Daisy. What is wrong with you?" Jason asked in disbelief, bending down and gripping my waist before pulling me up.

My eyes were as wide as saucers.

"You're seriously surprised to see my dick?" He chuckled. "How many times haven't you seen it?"

I composed myself before replying. "I've never been face to face with the male organ before. It's so scary."

He looked at me for one, two, three seconds, before he bursted out laughing. I frowned and shoved his shoulder, which of course, had no effect on him whatsoever.

"Don't be an asshole." I pouted. I reached to the showers settings and turned the water lower, so that it didn't gush from the shower head, but rather from the shower openings on the wall. It felt amazing.

"I'm sorry, you're just the first girl that I've met that is so weird about a fucking dick."

"I'm sorry that I don't have the experience as all the other girls you've been with."

It only caused him to laugh harder.

"Fine, whatever I'm going." I pouted and moved to pull the shower door open when he stopped me.

"Okay, okay I'll stop laughing." He chuckled, his arms circling around my waist. His hands rested on my belly and massaged it softly.

"You're so mean."

He pulled my back tightly to his chest and nuzzled his head in my neck. I felt him smile softly.

"You're such a cutie. I love how innocent you still are."

"Hmm." I hummed in relaxation.

"Get naked right now."

"I am naked." Contrary to that, I was actually still in my panties.

"No, completely naked."

"Nope. That's what you get for making fun of me."

"Are you challenging me, baby?" He laughed softly.

"You read into things way wrong."

"Well I accept your challenge." A second later, I felt him lower his body and in a flash, my underwear was down to my ankles level.

"Hey!" I protested. I spun around ready to give him a piece of my mind but froze when my naked glory was in line with his face. My body tingled in anticipation.

"Fuck, you look so good."

Oh my god, I thought in surprise

"Wait, I-"

I stilled when he gripped my legs with his hands. He let his fingers trail up my leg before it stopped at my naked sex. I gasped by the sudden feeling of his finger entering me.

"Oh my god." I said raspily.

"You're so sensitive to my touch. I barely even touched you and you're quivering." He said deeply.

"I -I-" I stuttered.

"Hmm." He hummed softly, his fingers still massaging my insides. "You're so wet already."

I was afraid to look down, so I shut my eyes instead and basked in the pleasure.

"Look at me, Daisy." He ordered suddenly.

An eye popped open and instinctively, I glanced down. I felt him slowly remove his fingers from my inside, and ever so slowly he licked his fingers.

"You taste like fucking mine." He growled.

"I am yours." I mumbled dazzily.

"Exactly." Without warning, his mouth latched onto my sex and I gasped, my hands flying towards his hair. I gripped it tightly and moaned, feeling his hands wrap around me. One gripped my thigh and the other massaged my behind softly. He sucked my lips deeply into his mouth, small groans erupting from his throat. My eyes shut tightly at the feeling, my head falling back in pleasure.

"Fuck, baby." He moaned slightly and pulled away, before licking up the length of my slit. "You taste so good."

"Oh my god oh my god." I moaned as he continuously licked my insides and folds. His teeth latched onto my left fold and he massage in with his lips and tongue, leaving me in a blissful ecstacy. I felt the metal of his lip ring touch me it felt so hot a wave of heat rushed to my lower regions. I breathed heavily and tossed my head to the back, my hands massaging his wet hair. I felt it before it even came, a mind blowing orgasm.

My release didn't stop while Jason was licking and massaging me. He continued to repeatedly lick my inner folds sensuously, and stick his tongue against my most sensitive organ. My eyes shut and a tiredness washed over me.

"Jason I think I'm done."

He licked up everything that I released, causing a never ending pleasure. When he pulled away, I released a shaky breath.

"No you're not." He said darkly. "I'm gonna fuck you now so hard."

Something about his words and eyes caused more pleasure to wave over me.

"Wait I-"

His stood fully from the shower floor, and backed me into the wall, behind the shower head. When the water gushed behind him he wiped his face from the water as well as I did.

"If you're not feeling up for this tell me now. But I've been wanting to make love to you for two weeks now, I'm freaking horny." He grumbled.

I giggled and raised my hands to massage through his hair. "I want you too."

"Mmm." He hummed, his hand gripping my thighs and raising me up. He pushed my back against the wall softly for support. I felt his private graze mine and my breathing picked up. His arm came around my waist and the other supported my thigh. His length was standing upright and without warning he moved it along my slit. I breathed heavily and shut my eyes, feeling the thickness of his length along my clit. I was breathing heavily through my mouth when his mouth slammed against mine. His tongue entered my mouth instantly and he kissed me deeply. His leg raised to support my weight and his hand cupped my jaw, angling my face for him to deeply kiss me. When he pulled away my eyes shot open and I looked straight into his intense ones.

"Are you ready, babygirl?" He asked softly, his lips softly grazing mine.

"Yes, please just do it now." I said softly. My hands resting around his neck were softly stroking through his hair.

"As you wish." He mumbled. I felt the tip of his length graze my entrance and my body lit up on fire. It felt so good. He rested at my entrance for a few seconds before he slowly entered me, the thickness of his girth never failing to surprise me.

"Ah." I moaned in pleasure, my hands tightly gripping his neck.

"You're so fucking tight it never gets old." He groaned, his hand slapped against the wall.

"Please move." I begged.

"Well, don't we have an eager one."

My red cheeks reddened even further.

"Just please move."

He chuckled lowly. "I'm losing myself here, Daisy. If it gets too much please tell me. You're pregnant and I don't wanna hurt you."

"Yes, I'll tell you now move." I groaned.

He chuckled softly and slowly pulled out, before burying his entire length in me at once. I gasped at the slight pain but mostly the pleasure. It didn't stop there as he pulled out again and thrusted forward.

"Ah, fuck." He mumbled. My eyes were shut and resting agaist the wall when I felt his lips trail kisses up my neck. He placed hard kisses all the way up my neck and sucked my jaw into his mouth. I moaned and humped agaist him, my pelvis mashing against his.

"Am I hurting you? Do you want me to stop?" He forced out.

"No, keep going." I assured.

"Gladly."

He kissed my jaw and then my lips. His lips met mine in a hurried and hard kiss, his tongue massaging mine at a pace I tried to keep up with.

Minutes passed of his intensifying thrusts and my quivering body, before I felt my second release flood my regions. My body sulked agaist his in exhaustion.

"Fuck, I'm coming." He groaned. I waited for him to get his release, my body slumped agaist his. He moaned deeply as he came, his body mashing into mine. I breathed heavily and rested against him.

He peeled my body off of the wall and removed my head from his shoulder, cupping my face and deeply kissing me on the lips. I kissed him back with a small smile.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

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Hours later we were cuddles up on our bed, with one of my favorite shows playing on the TV. I was only wearing Jason's shirt and cuddled into his side, with all sorts of junk food besides me. I chewed on another Oreo despite how full my stomach felt.

"I can't believe you ate an entire bag of Lays crisps and you are still eating Oreos." Jason chuckled.

"I have cravings." I said in excuse.

"That's not a good enough excuse to eat so much junk. I should actually stop you from turning your body into a chocolate factory."

"Neverrr," I said dramatically. "These Oreos are my babies."

"You're such a girl." He scoffed.

"And you're a meanie."

"A meanie?" He laughed. "What are you a fucking child?"

"Stop swearing." I said.

"It's a force of habit."

"Well you should stop."

"Why?"

"Because it's a bad habit and in four months time, a junior Daisy or Jason is going to be running around this apartment." I pointed out.

"I will when the time comes." He said, his voice suddenly sounding annoyed.

"Habits don't change over night."

"Why the fuck are you acting so prissy?" He asked.

I looked at him in surprise. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"I meant stop acting like a prissy little bitch."

"Why are you suddenly acting like such an asshole?" I asked in disbelief. He was fine a minute ago, and suddenly not so fine anymore.

"Because you want me to change my ways just because of a kid"

My eyes widened in shock. "Your kid, you asshole. How can you say that?"

"You know what, I need some fresh air."

I gasped at him in disbelief as he untangled his body from mine, before pushing the covers aside and moving towards the edge of the bed. He stood up and grabbed a T-shirt off the side table, before shrugging it over his head. I waited for him to turn around and apologize, but when his figure disappeared down the stairs I finally pulled my wide eyes away from where he left. Living him had been so amazing, but sometimes tiresome too. I had to constantly worry about his mood swings.

"Jason?" I called. When he didn't reply I sighed deeply and pushed aside the covers to stand up. I shrugged on a night gown since it was a bit chilly and made my way down the stairs. When I got there the balcony glass doors were slightly ajar and the cream curtains were swaying from the wind.

My feet pattered across the dining room and I softly pushed the doors open. I saw him leaning against the balcony railing, staring into the night sky.

"I can't believe it." He said before I could open my mouth to say something.

"Believe what?" I asked softly.

"That I'm going to be a father in four months time."

My breathing stilled.

"We've been together for for almost seven months now. I've known you for a year and two months. But in that time of knowing me did you know that I killed someone for the first time when I was fifteen years old?"

I shook my head in confusion. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I don't think you realize how bad I was. How bad I still am. I grew up hurting people. Not innocent people, only bad one's but still, it felt normal to stab someone in the chest, or to torture them. I would listen to their screams of pain, begging me to stop, but it fell deaf to my ears."

"Stop, why are you saying all these things? That's not you anymore."

"No, it's not. I might not be doing any of those things right now, but that guy that used to hurt people is still a big part of me. I don't think I can do this."

I shut my eyes tightly and my hands clenched on its own.

"Do what?" I asked.

"Be a part of raising a child. Your child, Daisy. I don't want them to turn out like me. Horrible and despicable."

"Don't say that, please." I said, feeling my heart break. I moved forward towards him and moved to wrap my arms around his torso but he moved away. Deep hurt settled inside me.

"I don't wanna snap at you everytime for the stupidest fucking things. You deserve so much better."

"No, stop saying that. I deserve you, and here you will be."

"I'm a fucking mess, Daisy. I'm fucked up and there's nothing you can do about that." His voice suddenly raised, his body turning towards mine.

I shook my head in disagreement.

"No." I said strongly.

"What the fuck do you mean?"

"No as I you're not gonna do this now. You're not gonna give up after everything we've been through. Fuck, no." Tears suddenly welled up in my eyes. "When I was feeling insecure all those months ago you told me that I was perfect even though you knew that I wasn't. I was a mess too. I felt broken because there was no permanent place for me in this world. No place I called home. But you changed that. And now I'm not gonna listen to you talk bad about yourself because you're feeling insecure. I accept you for you. I accept that sometimes you're going to snap for no reason, you're gonna yell at me for small things and you're probably gonna pick fights with me for meaningless things. But I'm not giving up on you. I'm not letting you leave just because you feel bad about yourself. You're gonna stay right here, where you belong. With me." My voice was wobbly in the end as I tried to suck up the tears.

His eyes surprised me the most. They were so full of emotions and they were shining with tears. It pained to see tears in his eyes, because he was so strong and never cried. The only other time I witnessed tears in his eyes was when I was shot and he thought he would lose me. If he was feeling that level of pain now, then it truly crushed me.

"I'm a fucking mess." He said softly. "And I would be a terrible influence on your-"

"You means our kid." I interjected.

He laughed with no humour, turning towards the balcony railing again. "I never imagined ever having a family of my own. I would have actually laughed at the idea a year ago. I never imagined myself capable of being in love with someone. And now it's changed, now I want a family of my own. I want you and I want a beautiful child. But I don't know how."

"Me neither." I laughed to lighten up the mood. "I don't have a mother to help me along the way. I have no idea how I'm gonna do it. But you're here, and we'll figure it out together."

He didn't say anything for the next couple of minutes, so I waited frozen in place.

"Come here, sweetheart." He said, opening his arms. I breathed a sigh of relief and gladly walked towards him, resting my head on his chest and feeling his arms come around me.

"You scared me." I whispered. "I thought you were gonna leave me."

"Don't ever think that. I was feeling afraid of the concept of having children. I wanted to leave for a bit because of that, not because I ever doubted staying with you. But you and this," he hands softly came down onto my belly and massaged it. "It's a package deal. And if I want one, I have to have the other as well."

I nodded my head vigorously, absolutely agreeing. We stayed silent with me resting in his arms, and his hand massaging my belly. It was absolutely comfortable in the silence and in his arms. I felt safe with the man that I loved and adored.

"I know that you never get tired of hearing this, but I am so sorry. I always do this to you. Make you afraid that I would leave. But just know that despite whatever I say, I would never, ever leave you. Never."

I sniffled as more tears escaped my eyes. I felt his hands leave my waist and grip my face instead. His hands gently cupped my face as he brought his closer. I felt his thumbs softly rubbing away my tears.

"Please don't cry. I am so sorry." My eyes shut when he rested his forehead against mine.

"Don't ever do that again. You make me so scared that one day I will wake and you will be gone." A sob suddenly escaped my throat.

I felt his lips kiss just below my eyes, wiping my tears away.

"I know, and I'm so sorry. You don't have to forgive me if it will make you feel better."

I sniffled again and brought my hands up to clear my eyes.

"I do forgive you. I'm incapable of holding a grudge against you." I laughed softly.

His lips pressed against my softly when he kissed me. I sighed internally and brought my arms around his neck, wanting to feel him so badly.

"I love you so much. So, so fucking much. You're mine and I'm never letting you go." He said when he pulled away.

I smiled softly.

"I love you too, Jason."

He smiled and brought his lips down onto mine again. Our lips moved in sync when his hands massaged my waist.

I met him almost one year and two months ago. He was quite literally the biggest asshole I'd met, but something in his eyes made me feel so safe. I would have never imagined my life to be the way it was then, but it was and despite it not being perfect, it was still my definition of perfection and I wouldn't trade it for the world.

My whole world was different before I met him. I had no parents, no family, no friends and no place I ever called home. I was alone. But that all changed when I started loving Jason.

And I wouldn't want it any other way.

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Goodbyeeee xxx

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