One Night With Jolie

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Baby! You’re a...

JOLIE

“Are the schools around here any good?”

I pause at the question, trying to remember what little I knew about the schools around here. I only knew about Grace’s school.

“They’re lovely. Old fashioned, but lovely,” I smile, as the couple before me exchange smiles.

They must be mid to late twenties, and they seem excited about renting out my home. I insisted on doing the viewings myself, as I don’t want just anyone moving into my lovely little home.

“Our son is almost ready for school,” the man says, glancing down at the small boy beside him.

“Exciting!” I smile at the boy, who stares back at me in silence.

“So do you want a deposit or…” the woman asks, as the man nods.

“We really like it. Will it be a long term let?”

“Yes,” I answer honestly, knowing that moving in with Jax is a permanent thing. A flutter of butterflies shimmy through my stomach as I pull up my notepad on my phone. “So it’s a month's rent in advance, six hundred bond, and of course we will need to get the agency to do the legal checks.”

“Super,” beams the man, as he reaches out to shake my hand. “We’ll head down to the agency now. Thank you, Miss Summers.”

The family leave then, and I rest my head against the door, exhaling a sigh of relief. That was the third viewing I’d done this week, and I’m certain this will be that family’s new home. I glance around it, smiling with fond memories, but a dark cloud rolls over them, the memories of Rad filling my mind. I jump when the door opens behind me, and the low tones of Mr Cohen fill the room.

“They couldn’t get in their car fast enough, smiles as wide as the Atlantic,” Jax grins, closing the door behind him. “Either you agreed to take the man out on a date, or they like this house.”

My hands circle his neck as I smile, loving the feeling in my stomach when he gazes at me.

“I think they liked the house,” I laugh, as he pretends to mop his brow with relief.

“Good, because I can’t wait for you to be out of here. The place gives me the creeps,” Jax mumbles, and I can’t help but agree with him.

“It’s always been my happy place,” I wave a hand around the room. “But it’s tarnished with memories now, bad ones.”

“I know, baby.”

His lips brush my forehead, and we stand like that for what feels like seconds, before he moves away.

“Are you ready to find out what baby we're having?” Jax asks excitedly, as I nod.

“Absolutely.”

Jax’s enthusiasm for knowing the sex of our child was infectious, and we’d spent the past week on Pinterest, planning the nursery out. We’d made two boards- one for a boy, and one for a girl.

“I love you, Jolie Summers,” Jax mumbles, dipping his head to mine as I laugh against his mouth.

“I think you’re pretty dishy too, Mr Cohen,” I murmur back, his hands wrapping around my waist.

“But you love me, don’t forget that bit,” Jax strokes my face, and I feel myself melt internally. My fingers lift up into his swirls of dirty blonde hair, and I lose myself in his arms.

“I’m so glad I approached you that night,” I whisper, closing my eyes so as not to break the moment between us.

“I am too, the sex was phenomenal.”

I swat Jax’s arm as he laughs, his fingers dropping to my belly. It’s hidden by a tight t shirt, but it’s still obvious I’m pregnant.

“This bump, though,” he whispers, dropping to his knees to kiss it all over. “I can’t wait to know what you are.”

“Come on, Daddy, we need to go,” I cup his face as he rests against my stomach, his eyes closed.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Jax reluctantly stands, and I tug my leather jacket on as he whistles lowly.

“You’re burning my eyes out, wifey.”

“You wish,” I snort, and he frowns.

“You’re gonna be my wife one day, Summers. Don’t act you don’t want my surname, cus I know it’s on your mind all day, every day—”

“It depends,” I tease, locking the door behind us. The gravel crunches beneath our feet, and I climb into Jax’s new shiny Range Rover.

“On?” Jax lifts a brow quizzically as he starts the engine.

“On the proposal.”

“Pfft, baby, as if I’d do a shit proposal,” Jax scoffs, putting his arm on the back of my seat as he reverses out of my drive. “Anyway, we’re not quite there yet. It’s a big commitment.”

I whip my head around to see his shoulders shaking as he tries to stifle his laughter.

“Yeah, it’s not like having a baby,” I shoot back, and he grins.

“Touché.”

We drive to the hospital in a comfortable silence, the sound of the radio in the background the only noise above the growl of the soft engine. The leather seats in this car are heated, and I snuggle back into my seat as I close my eyes.

Instantly Jax’s hand is on my thigh, and I lace my fingers with his, gripping them tightly. For someone who hadn’t wanted a relationship, we both seem to be doing pretty well so far.

“Baby,” Jax says, and I blink, realising I’d fallen asleep. “We’re here.”

I unbuckle my seatbelt, and we exchange a grin before walking towards the same room we had our previous scan in. It’s not as busy today, and we are called straight through. A tiny lady with a high ponytail greets us, and I’m pleased to see she’s much friendlier than the last one. As before, I make myself comfortable, and she begins to sweep the wand over my stomach, beaming at us when she locates the baby.

“Beautiful! There’s your baby,” she declares, making notes of the measurements, twisting her head this way and that as she continues to smile.

“Um, can you see the sex on there?” I ask, and Jax squeezes my hand tightly.

“Oh, you want to know? Sure. Let me have a look.”

She moves the wand around on my stomach, asking me to put my hands into fists beneath my back so she could get the right angle. She’s zooming in then, and Jax and I share an excited glance.

Despite not wanting to know, now I really do.

“Okay, it looks like you’re having a little girl, guys,” she says, looking back at us with a wide smile.

“Oh, really?” I swallow, feeling overcome with emotion.

“Yes. I’d say it’s very likely it’s a girl, judging from the full frontal she just gave us.”

I can’t help but smile through the tears that are coursing down my face, as I turn to see Jax wiping under his eyes.

“Another girl,” I whisper, and Jax shakes his head.

“Not just another girl, another princess to adore. I’m doomed.”

The woman prints off the scan images, but takes her time to point out the baby’s recognisable features as we gaze at the screen in silence.

“Wow, I still can’t believe a little girl is inside of me,” I gasp, as Jax nods.

“So, colour scheme?”

“I still like creams and browns,” I admit, and Jax tilts his head, smiling. “I’m so excited!”

“Huh, wait till Immie finds out. Which reminds me, we have to go over to my parents tomorrow afternoon. Is that still okay?” Jax asks, pushing his fingers through his hair.

Despite the niggling anxiety in my chest, I nod and plaster on a smile.

“Of course.”

Jax’s parents have invited us round to theirs for afternoon tea tomorrow, and I’m riddled with nerves.

“They’ll love you,” Jax reminds me gently, lacing his fingers through mine as we walk out of the hospital and into the dismal day. The air seems charged with the promise of a storm, and all I want to do is snuggle up with a takeout and my man.

“I hope so,” I reply, squeezing his hand. I stare down at the image of our unborn daughter, and love sizzles deep within my chest, deeper than anything I’d felt before. It’s a fierce protective feeling, and I’d do anything to protect her. I feel better for seeing her on the scan, especially after the whole Rad thing.

I shiver, and Jax turns to me, his eyes locking with mine.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m just peachy, Jax,” I grin, climbing into the car as he watches me with a smile.

“Mmm, you most certainly are.”

“Perve.”
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