Page 283 of Iced Up Love: Part Two
“I love you so much,” he whispers. “And I am so sorry you went through that.”
My throat tightens. His grip tightens with it.
“I promise you,” he adds, quieter now but steadier, “you will never go through something like that again.”
I close my eyes, letting it land.
Letting him hold me.
Letting myself feel it without pushing it away.
After a moment, he pulls back just enough to look at me.
“What you’re writing…” he says softly. “It’s beautiful. It’s emotional. It’s… devastating in the right way.”
A small breath leaves me.
“Thank you.”
Jackson leans in, pressing a kiss to my temple. Then another. Zach follows, brushing a soft kiss to my cheek.
Small touches. Quiet. Steady.
We sit there for a while, the three of us wrapped around each other, the weight in my chest finally easing just a little.
The nausea hits without warning. Sharp. Sudden.
“Oh—”
I’m already moving before I finish the sound, rushing toward the bathroom, my body reacting faster than my brain can catch up.
I drop to my knees, gripping the edge of the toilet as the wave hits. I hear them behind me.
“Lia!”
“Don’t come in here,” I say quickly, breath uneven. “You won’t want to have sex with me ever again if you see this.”
Jackson laughs. Soft. Unbothered.
“Sweetheart,” he says as he steps in anyway, already gathering my hair back, holding it away from my face. “Nothing could ever make me not want you.”
His hand moves slow over my back, steady, grounding as my body works through it, the nausea pulling everything out of me until I’m left shaky and exhausted.
Zach appears beside us, already holding a glass of water.
“Here,” he murmurs.
When it passes, I sit back slowly, my body weak, my head a little light. Jackson is still there. Still steady. Still touching me.
“Told you,” he says quietly.
Zach crouches slightly in front of me.
“There’s nothing,” he says gently, “that would make me not want you.”
I look between them. Really look.
“What about when I get fat?” I ask quietly.
