That was when it sunk in and finally hit me.
“I mean nothing is wrong because they walked away.” Relief and happiness washed over me. “They withdrew the custody suit.”
“They what?” He looked as stunned as I had felt moments ago. “What exactly does this mean?”
My body was practically vibrating from the news. I felt like I might burst right out of my skin. I bounced up and down on Jett’s legs, unable to stay still as the tension I’d been holding onto since the whole mess started, began to seep from my body.
“Landon said that he’d go over it more, but after the mediation, they decided they would drop it if I agreed to never come after Chaz for a single penny and if I signed something saying that I would not go public about him being the father.”
I was talking faster and faster, all ramped up.
“Landon and I had already talked about that stuff. He knew I’d do anything I had to in order to make them go away and not have them spend a single second in my son’s presence.” I took a couple of deep breaths. “Chaz is signing away any parental rights.”
Looking at the man of my dreams, I searched his expression before saying, “He’s ours.”
Biting my lip, I waited for his response. I knew he loved Griffin and me, but would he ever want to make it official with my son like he had me?
Jett pulled me to his chest and hugged me tight against him. “He always has been,” he said. Then, pushing softly on my arms so there was space between us again, he cupped my face in his palms. “I want to adopt him, Roo. Champ has always been mine in my heart. And that’s all that matters.”
I knew I sounded like a broken record, but the day I walked out of that pizza place at seventeen, and Jett walked into my life, was the best thing that could have happened to me. Jett was everything I could have ever hoped for.
He was my savior.
“I want that. To Griffin, you have always been his dad.”
Tears swam in his eyes just like they did in mine, but these were tears of happiness.
“I’m so fucking happy, baby,” he told me, mirroring exactly how I was feeling.
Jett crushed his lips against mine, pouring all that happiness into the kiss.
When we broke apart, he brushed the pad of his thumb back and forth across my bottom lip, a serious expression entering his gaze.
“Can we talk about our baby now, sweetheart?”
My belly fluttered at his words, and my heart kicked into overdrive.
There was no holding back now.
Chapter Forty-Two
JETT
She was scared, I could see it in her eyes.
But why?
I was over the moon.
Did she not want more children? Maybe she didn’t want kids with me. Was she worried that I couldn’t handle it since I was still working through my PTSD?
All those thoughts twisting in my head, had a touch of panic rushing through me. Needing to put both our fears to bed, I decided to tell her exactly how I felt, and quickly.
But I got stalled when she bit her bottom lip, then her tongue quickly darted out to soothe where she nipped it, and the soft, velvet licked my finger in the process. My wife could easily have me making a dozen babies with her if she kept that up. Even unintentionally, she was the sexiest woman in the world.
Staring into her rich, coffee-brown eyes, I told her exactly what I wanted.
My palms stroked up and down her sides as I spoke, rapidly and without hesitation. The time for walking on eggshells with my beautiful wife was over.
