Only with Jax.
I press my lips against his chest, right above his heart. “Without you, Jaxson Lockwood, I realise I’m only half a person. You make me whole. Fire me headfirst out of my comfort zone. Allow me to dream of things, a future, I never thought I wanted.”
He kisses my hair, his arms tightening around me, as if he never wants to let me go.
He steps back, his hands gripping mine. Our eyes meet.
He lowers himself to one knee, and I suck in a breath.
“Kathryn Frazer. I know we’ve not been back together that long.” He inhales, making me smile. “But here in the house, we designed so many years ago. Will you agree to marry me? Be my partner, my wife, my love?” he asks.
Tilting my head, I lose myself in his expectant gaze.
He dips his chin and cringes, his fingers tightening around mine.
“Damn, this is not what I envisaged, or how I wanted to ask you.”
He lets go of one of my hands and rubs the back of his neck. “Having you here after I found you in that bed, burning up, so ill. I thought I’d lost you again.” He sighs. “The thought of losing you nearly broke me.”
I place a finger over his lips, my heart racing as goosebumps form all over my body.
“Yes,” I say. “I’m savouring the moment.” I chuckle at his confused expression. “No proposal could be more perfect, more natural, more… us.”
His eyebrows furrow.
“Yes,” I say, more playfully. Dropping to my knees in front of him, my arms snaking up and around his neck. “Yes, Jaxson Lockwood, I will marry you. I will be your partner, your wife, your love, as long as you promise to be mine in return… although you will be my husband.”
His muscles relax as he pulls me against him.
My chest expands, a giddiness overtaking me.
“There is, however, one request,” I say playfully.
He raises an eyebrow, and I grin.
“I don’t want a media circus. Minimal drama. I want us to get married in the Maldives, with only our families and a few close friends. It was there we found each other again…”
“It sounds perfect,” he says.
Jax throws back his head and laughs, a deep, rich sound that locks itself onto my soul. A sound I know I want to hear for the rest of my life.
“Minimal drama? You do realise Caleb is going to have a field day with this?”
“True, and we’re talking about my family, there’s always some form of drama,” I say.
Jaxson’s face softens as all tension leaves it.
“Well, are you sure we want to include my family then?” he asks. “Christmas was one thing, a wedding…”
He strokes a hand down my cheek, and I turn into it, taking a deep cleansing breath.
“It’s definitely what I want. Warring parents or not. We made new memories there. I want to go back.”
“You have a deal,” he says before leading me back downstairs and finally feeding me lunch.
CHAPTER 59
JAX
