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Jason POV

''These are you for you,'' I said, handing over the gifts that I've bought earlier today. She looked so beautiful as ever. I loved her curves of softness. That was my girl, it was her before she was mine and it was her all of her days. Age can't touch that kind of beauty, it's just there.

And then she gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me. Despite everything she's been going through, she still persisted to smile and be the one thing that brightened up even the saddest of days.

''These are so lovely. Thank you.''

''You are welcome. Would you?'' I gestured to the couch. She nods and sat next to me.

I focused on her eyes, which were darting back and forth, shining through the ceilings lights above us. Her eyes were the type of brown that was like sweet chocolate.

The chocolate that melts at the slightest bit of the heat from love, or happiness. They glow with humor and playfulness that gives you shivers and wraps you in a warm embrace at the same time.

I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, for what I've done earlier. It was immature and I shouldn't let you go through that. You were trying to help me and I was being an asshole to you.''

''Baby--''

''--No, love let me finish, please.''

She whispered. "Okay.''

''If I'm going to be the father of our child than I have to become the man that you deserve. Not the old playboy Jason. The new me, all of me. And with that, I would do anything in my power to make this right. I promise.''

I vent to her the exact same words that I told Cameron at the gym. Everything with my mom, to my dad, my sister's horrific sexual assault, the reason why I was such a stoic person. I told her everything, I let it out of my chest and for the first time in a long ass time I feel so good.

A pair of tears raced down her cheeks. Her eyes now filling with tears glistening in the light, bouncing sadness through the atmosphere.

She sighed. ''Jason, why... why you never say this?'

A single tear rolled down her cheek and fell down to my shirt. ''I'm a coward. I thought showing my emotions was... you know... lame.''

We both chortled at the same and she grew a smile at me. Her hands were on the side of my face and she brushed against my cheeks in a vertical motion.

''I love this side of you. Jason if you would've told me this sooner, I would've had a better understanding of how you were. You shouldn't be afraid to open up me. We both love each other and there's nothing to be afraid to tell me of what you've been through. I want to listen, I want to be with you baby.,'' she said to me.

''I really didn't think you'd come here again."

''Me too, but, I realized that I needed you as much as you needed me. I don't want to lose you, Jason. You've been so good to me.''

''I don't want you to lose you too baby.''

Her lips touched my cheek. Time stopped. My heart came to a halt. My breath caught in my throat. Our fingers locked together similar to puzzle pieces.

When she kissed me, my brain lit on fire and the warmth spread throughout my entire body. I hesitantly looked up at her and smiled.

Finally, my lips touched hers. Sparks flew in every direction, and the world was slowly disappearing around us, along with all of our worries, our troubles, and our problems. She made me feel like none of that mattered. It was a small yet warm kiss. I honestly never knew a kiss so innocent could be so intimate and electrifying.

I placed both of my hands at the side of her face and exhaled a quick sigh. ''I love you,'' I said, leaning to her face. Our nose touch and I could sense her tropical perfume breezing under my nose.

''How much?'' She whispered.

''So fucking much," I whispered back.