When I reach her, her hand finds mine, and she brings me down to sit right beside her on the outdoor couch. She lays her head on my chest before she says, “I got some bad news and some good news today. I’m still processing it, I’m not sure how I’ll hold it together while I tell you.”
“I’m here, baby. No matter what it is or how long it takes,” my lips find the crown of her head and I kiss it.
“The bad news is, I may never be able to become pregnant or if I do it’s going to be a challenge, and the doctor isn’t sure I’d be able to carry all the way to full term, so I’d be on bedrest,” she rushes out.
“Sunshine, as sorry as I am that we may not be able to create a family from our blood, I’m not with you for your baby making capabilities. I’m with you because I love every single thing about you. We can always adopt, there’s so many children out there that need a loving family, and Quinn, we have that in spades.”
“God, I love you Mason Carter.” I pull her into my arms as she lets her tears out. I hate that she’s crying, but she clearly needs to let this all out.
In between her bouts of tears, she lets me know her level of endometriosis is on the severe range, but the good news is John let her know the missing money that she wasn’t getting from Greta is now coming, and her old modeling agency is pressing charges against Greta. It could mean court dates, or they may take Quinn’s deposition instead.
“Today may not be our best day, but I promise you we have each other now and for always,” I murmur into her ear before she drifts off to sleep in my arms.
31
Quinn
Getting everything off of my chest last night to Mason was worth it, there’s something to be said about burdening the ones you love with a problem that can’t be solved, yet there they are. Picking you up when you just want to lay on the floor and cry your eyes out.
I make my way downstairs and Mason is standing in the kitchen, cup of coffee in his hands, pair of flannel pajama pants on, hair a mess from me running my fingers in it last night, and this morning.
Mason smirks at me when he sees me watching him sip his coffee, he’s a work of art, and he’s all mine. Literally. The ring on my finger proves that, I wasn’t expecting a proposal after telling him the news I got yesterday, but there he went proving me wrong in every way possible.
I fell asleep after my crying jag, only waking up when Mason picked me, cradling me in his arms, like I was the most precious gift to him. By the time we got into the bedroom I was wide awake. My mouth found his and he devoured every square inch of my body, it was only when he was deep inside me did he slip a ring on my finger. My body was writhing beneath his, our hands, entwined. When he let my hand go, I saw what he placed there, it stunned me silent.
“Marry me, Quinn. Be my wife, the mother of the children we’ll try for or adopt. I want you with me forever,” he said placing a kiss on my hand with an engagement ring on it.
“Yes, I’ll marry you!” I all but screamed out loud. His hips never quit moving, my body on the verge of coming.
“Fuck yes you are,” he grunted as we both came together.
I’m brought back to the present when Mason states, “Good morning Sunshine.”
My checks are flushed because I know that he knows what I was thinking about, “It’s definitely a great morning.”
“I think we have some phone calls to make, maybe have a get together here?” I ask Mason.
“I think they’d all love that. Especially Mom,” he responds. We start looking at what we can make before he gets on the phone and I do the same. It’s time to spend the day with our family.
“Rome and Summer may have news of their own to tell us too,” Mason baits me, but I’m not falling for it.
“Huh, that’s interesting. I have no idea what their news could be,” I wink at him and go about getting our food set out to cook.
32
Mason
Our home is soon bombarded by everyone and it ends up being a great day with food, music, the ocean, and the pool.
No one was surprised by not only our news, but Rome and Summer’s too. She tried to surprise him but that didn’t work this time around. Rome is getting used to her schemes. She even stomped her foot and pouted.