Six months later...
Life has changed, and all for the better.
It didn’t take long for me and Genesis to find a groove. Especially, when he found a condo that was practically a hop and a skip away; but, eventually Genesis was here almost every night with us that he wasn’t using it.
After a while, Gen asked Dad if he wanted to live there and have his own place again. Dad quickly jumped on the offer. It was an adjustment at first - especially for Cameron - but luckily the condo was close, and she could spend the night with him two nights a week.
I liked our groove. I liked waking up in Gen’s arms again. I liked fighting with him. Having those heated debates that would electrify sparks in the air. I liked watching him and Cam play in the backyard together, or me watching as he taught her how to play the violin as his father did so long ago.
My favorite was when he would tickle Cameron relentlessly. I loved watching his face being filled with love and humor, while she’d squeal in laughter that echoed off the walls.
I loved our little family.
Especially as I stand here admiring them, but something was up between the two of them.
I just couldn’t place what it was.
Narrowing my eyes I take in the two in front of me. They both keep sharing this twinkle-eyed look, then looking away from each other. They think I don’t notice, but I do. I know both of them better than almost anyone.
Letting out a sigh, “What’s going on with you two?”
Genesis and Cameron shrugged at the same time before answering with, “Nothing.”
Nothing my ass.
My eyes are so narrowed I’m sure they look more like slits, “I’m not buying any of this for one second.”
Genesis shrugs again and goes back to writing music, and Cameron tries to hide a smile and begins on her workbook for school.
Putting my hands on my hips, “If you don’t tell me what’s up I’m kicking you both out to go live Papa for a month.”
They both give me nonplussed looks before rolling their eyes and going back to what they were doing.
My jaw ticks. Flipping my hair behind my shoulder, “Fine. I’ll go live with Papa.”
I start to march past them but Genesis reaches his hand out and pulls me to him where he gives me a long, lingering kiss against my neck. A shiver erupts through my body making goosebumps rise.
I can feel his smile against my neck, “God, you are so persistent,” he whispers.
Turning, I wrap my arms around his neck and pout, “I thought you loved that about me.”
He rolls his eyes and grumbles under his breath, “Not really…”
“Excuse me,” cocking an eyebrow.
He gives me a dazzling smile, “I love everything about you.”
Narrowing my eyes, “Uhuh, I let it slide this time, Mr. Jones.”
He looks over at Cameron and they share a laugh.
“What,” I ask.
Genesis keeps looking at Cameron, “Cam, go get the box.”
Glancing over my shoulder I see her light up like a firework, “Really?!”
He nods, “Go get it while I talk to Momma”
She’s scrambling out of her seat and Genesis adjusts me so we’re face to face. His ice-blue eyes roam over my face, “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”
“You tell and show me every day,” I whisper, leaning my forehead against his.
He smiles, “I try, but sometimes I feel like I fail at it. Some days it feels like the days are flying and I don’t have the opportunity to. Our time is fleeting, but most of all, sometimes it feels like every minute together is sped up and every minute we’re apart feels like a sluggish stroll-”
“We testing song lyrics,” I ask.
He smirks, “No, why -” his face lights up in excitement “- are they good enough to be?”
I shrug, “Little fine-tuning and be a decent song.”
He splays a hand across his chest, “One way to bruise my delicate heart.”
Throwing my head back I laugh, but he pulls my head back down and crashes his lips to mine. I’m stunned at first but then give into his kiss. Letting him melt the world around me till there was only me and him.
I wanted him closer. Needed him closer.
Shifting in my seat I straddle him and he makes an approving noise in the back of his throat. A bolt of lightning strikes through me.
Dramatically a throat is cleared beside us.
Pulling away I have to blink away the stars in my vision before looking down at Cameron - who has a half-amused and half disgusted look.
Genesis looks at her with an amused expression and holds his hand out, “Got what I needed?”
She rolls her eyes and sasses, “No, I’m standing here for no reason…” Slapping a long box into his waiting hand.
Shaking his head he turns to me mouthing, ’Smartass.’
Pressing my lips together I try suppressing my laugh.
He looks back over at Cam and gives her a wink, “Thank you. Now, do you want to ask Momma or me?”
Her cheeks tint pink, saying in a small voice, “You can.”
Furrowing my brow I look back at Genesis.
His face is encompassed with this look. The look I imprinted into my mind years ago. It’s a look of pure unadulterated admiration. He hasn’t had that same look since the night he proposed.
Since he proposed…
Scrambling out of his lap I stand and being my hands to my mouth. He knows I know what he’s about to do. He can read it clearly from my face.
He smirks, “It’s not what you think… exactly… but close.”
My eyes widen more, “Then please elaborate.”
Standing, he closes the distance and takes the lid off the long box. Inside laid a silver bracelet and in the center - in Genesis handwriting - was, ’Jones.’ Above the name rested each of our birthstones.
Tears welled in my eyes, “Gen…”
“Do you like it, Mom-ma,” Cameron asks excitedly.
“Baby, I love it!”
She smiles wide and looks up at Genesis. She’s practically vibrating with energy, “Daddy, ask her, ask her, ask her!”
Playfully he rolls his eyes then looks at me. He inhales and exhales, “Cameron and I were wondering if you’d like to have the same last name as us?”
Something like a laugh and cry bubbles out of me, “You are asking me to marry you!”
His smile lights up his whole face, “One day. Well more like I have the date set in mind already, but one day very, very soon.”
I don’t think I can form a coherent thought, let alone a word. Wrapping my arms around his neck I bring him close and manage to croak out, “One day!”