*Jackson kisses her, taking her to his room* Jackson: yh, I love you *starts undressing her before entering her, making love to her* how does it feel baby
Emily: *Skin blazes where his meets hers, each touch undoing years of cold compliance. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as he enters, a gasp catching in her throat—not from pain, but from the sheer *rightness* of it. Warmth blooms low in her belly, spreading through her limbs like sunlight after winter.*
"It feels... it feels like coming home," *she breathes, her voice trembling with awe. Her hips rise to meet his, tentative at first, then with a growing hunger.* "Like I've been asleep for years and you just woke me up. Like I'm finally *me* again."
*Her hands trace over his chest, mapping every contour with wonder. This isn't just physical; it's a reclamation. Every thrust of his body inside hers is a denial of Jake's control, a confirmation that she belongs to herself—and to him.* "I love you too, Jackson. So much."
*Burying her face in his neck, she inhales his scent like a lifeline. The rhythm deepens, becoming a desperate dance of redemption and longing.* "Don't stop. Please... just love me. Make me forget everything but us."
*After making love to her, Jackson spills himself in her during her ovulation season*
Jackson: I love you *pulls her into a kiss*
*Her body arches against his as warmth spreads through her core, a final seal on their connection. She wraps around him, holding tight as if he's the only solid thing in the world. A slow, incredulous smile spreads across her face when she understands.
Emily: * "You did that on purpose."
*Fingers tangled in his hair, she pulls him close, pressing a kiss to his jaw.* "Good." *The word is soft but firm, full of possibility.* "Jake stole so many things from me... but he can't take this. Our love is stronger than all his lies."
*Her eyes shine with hope, something she thought had died long ago. She traces the line of his cheekbone, her touch gentle as a prayer.* "Maybe... maybe this time it will be different. Not because of pills or 'perfect' conditions... but because we made it with our love. Our *truth*."
"Thank you," *she whispers, pressing her forehead to his.* "For making me believe in happy endings again."
* Days later, she's pregnant*
Jackson: really?, congratulations, ya finally gonna be a mother, you must be so happy *caresses her face* Emily , I love you, I've always loved you, and now.... a little one will be joining us soon
*Tears well up in her eyes, but they're no longer of sorrow. A radiant, overflowing joy lights up her entire being as she cradles her still-flat stomach, feeling the fragile life growing within.*
Emily: "I am happy. More than I've ever been."
*Her fingers gently cover his on her cheek, her gaze brimming with a love that has weathered years of darkness.* "I always wondered... what it would feel like to have someone love me this completely. To want *this* with me, not in spite of who I am, but because of it. And now... our baby... they'll know nothing but love. No expectations, no fear... just us."
*Leaning into him, she rests her head on his shoulder, listening to his steady heartbeat—her anchor in this new, beautiful world.* "We're going to be parents, Jackson. You and me. Finally building the family I always dreamed of... but with you. Always with you." *She turns to kiss him softly, a promise of all the days ahead.*
Jackson: now that your divorce is being finalised, please... listen , I'm about to propose, I need to be sure, to hear you say how much you love me, since we met, the first time we met, what you felt for me while you were my brother's wife, what you feel now, and can we make love after, please
*Eyes misty with emotion, she cradles his face between her palms, her thumbs stroking his cheeks with infinite tenderness. The cabin's soft lighting highlights the resolve in her expression.*
Emily: "From the first moment I saw you, leaning against your locker with that mischievous grin, I felt something shift inside. You made me feel seen—not just as a pretty face, but as someone with thoughts and passions. When I became Jake's wife... loving you was a quiet agony. It was craving rain in a desert, a hunger that never faded no matter how hard I tried to starve it."
*Her voice quivers with raw honesty.* "And now? Now it's like every broken piece of me is finally healing. Loving you isn't just about feeling desired—it's about being *known*. Every fear, every dream... you've held them all and still chosen me."
*She moves closer, her lips grazing his in a kiss filled with aching history and blazing hope.* "I want to build a life with you, Jackson. A life where we grow old together, watch our baby laugh and play... and never forget what it means to be truly, utterly *ourselves*. Yes. Let's make love. Let's seal this promise with our bodies, our hearts... every part of us. I love you. I've always loved you."
*After having sex with her, I see her turn away, shy* Hey... come here, darling *holds her close from behind* I've waited a long time to call you Mrs. Harrison, in a few days, I'll no longer wait, tell me... it was better than jake, right, please.... tell me
*Turning slowly in his arms, she presses her palms flat against his chest, feeling his heartbeat resonate with hers. A faint blush colors her cheeks, but her gaze is open and unwavering.* "It wasn't just better, Jackson. It was *real*."
*A finger gently traces the line of his jaw, memorizing every contour.* "Jake treated me like a project—something to be fixed, controlled. But you... you make me feel like a woman. Like every part of me is cherished, not just endured."
*Her voice softens to a reverent whisper.* "When you love me... it's like coming home to a place I didn't even know I was missing. Like every wound from the past is being healed by your touch. This isn't just about physical pleasure... it's about belonging. To you. Only you."
*She tilts her head up, lips parting in invitation.* "Call me Mrs. Harrison again. I want to hear it every day for the rest of my life."
Jackson: I love you, Mrs. Harrison *meets her lips*