#Chapter94

Jett

I lay against the headboard with Maddy in my arms. One hand is on her bump the other running through her hair. “What are we going to do, Jett?” She whispers. We had both come down from our bliss and had been sitting here for nearly an hour without saying anything to one another.

“It will work out,” I tell her as I move my hand from her hair to rub up and down her arm that is attached to the hand the is rubbing my bare chest. I love the feel of her hand there. Honestly, I love her hands anywhere on me.

She sits up to...