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Just for the Sake of Saving Us

Chapter Twenty

“Yes.”

He started a little, even though I could tell it was the answer he was expecting. Why did it seem like such a shock? Like he didn’t expect it? He did. He did. Right?

“You love me?” He asked me, his eyes bright.

I laughed a little. He was expecting it. It was dumb of him to be asking for confirmation, but I still understood why he was asking. “Yes. I always have. It was really hard to leave you, Jack. I promise I won’t do it again. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.” I grabbed his hand, flinching while I did. The pain in my wrist was growing. I kissed his fingers slowly. “I’m sorry.”

He pulled his hand away, and for a moment, everything seemed to stop while I processed the gesture. He was going to pull away from me. To tell me it was too late. That there was nothing I could ever do to be forgiven for this. He was going to get dressed, walk away, and I would never see him again.

But the second passed and he didn’t do any of those things. Instead, the hand he had taken away from me scooped my injured hand into it. He squeezed gently. “Can you say it?”

“I love you,” I said nervously. Where was he going with this?

He stood up and started looking around my room. “Where is my jacket?”

His jacket? He was leaving! My breath started to become short. My heart was racing. I stood up quickly. If he was going to leave, he was going to leave. There was nothing I could do to stop it. But for some reason all I could think was that there was something I could do to stop him.

He looked up at me. “Do you know where it is?”

“How come you need it? Are you going somewhere?”

“No. There’s just something I need from it.”

“Oh!” My breath fell back to normal and my eyes landed on his jacket. It was hanging off the side of my closet door. I gestured to it as I talked myself down from the mini panic attack.

I watched him go to it. I still expected him to take it from the door and put it on, but he didn’t. Instead, he dug in the pockets. I looked away from him as he dug around. Watching him wasn’t going to help me. I closed my eyes and covered them with my hands.

“Kaylie?” He sounded like he was right in front of me, and the shock from hearing his voice so close made me jump a little. I opened my eyes and dropped my hands.

He was right in front of me. I looked up to him, his dark eyes looked almost confused. Like he didn’t know what to do. “I don’t really know how this works…” he said nervously.

Then, suddenly. He dropped down to one knee and held out the little box in his hands. He lifted the lid, and said “Kaylie Brenna… will you marry me?”

I gasped louder than I was expecting to. He just had an engagement ring in his pocket? How long had he had it? Was this the same ring as before, when he had said he was going to propose way back then?

“You know, this whole thing would be a little less awkward if you’d reply,” he said, after what felt like hours. I was sure it had only been seconds, but I understood how he felt.

“You... you want to marry me? After everything I’ve done to you? Are you... are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“But… I just said some awful things to you. I just told you that you can’t even be a parent to our child… our child, who’s asleep in the next room! How can you still want to marry me after all that?”

“I wasn’t expecting this kind of reaction…” He dropped his hands a little, taking the ring with him.
“Look. Yes, I want to marry you no matter what you just said to me. As long as you don’t hold anything I just said against me. So, we’ll call it even, say it was a rush of emotions, and drop it. Okay? We can talk more seriously about it later. Please just tell me your answer. Will you?”
He held up the ring again, pleading in his eyes.

I bit my lip and finally let myself smile. “Yes.”
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The reason I never update is because honestly, I loved writing this series. It was fun to imagine things to happen. To take situations that happened with me and apply them to this story. I hate the idea that the story will end, but unless I wanna toss more tragedy in it, it has to end. And I can't make myself write the ending. I started up an entirely different story writing on my phone, and I have been consumed with that. It's a lot more of a mature story, but not mature as in sex or anything. It's just my best writing yet.

I can re-read this series and see myself develop as a writer and I know that this is what I love doing. I love writing. I get attached to my characters and their stories. I try to feel their emotions. I'm not ready to drop Kaylie yet.