Page 152 of Iced Up Love: Part Two
The question hangs there.
Elijah moves before anything else can.
His hand comes to my face again, steady, grounding.
“Angel,” he says, and there’s something in it that stops everything else from spiraling. “Stop.”
His eyes hold mine.
“You’re my wife,” he says quietly. “The woman I love. The woman I want my future with.”
His thumb brushes my cheek.
“Having a baby with you… is the most precious thing I could have.”
Something in my chest loosens.
Just enough. I nod slowly tears slipping down my temples.
Zach steps closer.
“I love you,” he says, and it lands deep, steady, real. “I want everything with you. A family. The school runs. The chaos. All of it.”
My chest tightens.
I look at Jackson.
“You’re so young...”
“Stop.”
His hand comes up, warm against my face, steadying me.
“My age doesn’t matter,” he says quietly. “What I want is you. What Ineedis you.”
His thumb brushes under my eye.
“A baby doesn’t change that. It just… adds to it.”
My breath shakes.
“So stop worrying about us,” he adds, softer now. “And let yourself feel it… because you’re going to be a mama.”
The word hits somewhere deep.
A laugh breaks out of me at the same time the tears come harder, the two colliding in a way I can’t control.
He leans in, kissing me gently.
“Don’t you ever leave me again, sweetheart.”
I nod. I can’t speak. I feel them, their hands on me, grounding me, holding me here.
And everything hits at once.
The fear.
The pain.
