A Reason To Breathe

“Jack, baby, you need to breathe.”

“I’ll fuckin’ breathe, when the fuckin’ ambulance is here, taking my wife to the fuckin’ hospital to have my babies where she fuckin’ belongs and not a fuckin’ minute sooner... Fuck me why’s the room spinning?”

“Jack sit down, you’re breathing too fast and making yourself dizzy.”

Jack burst through the door looking anxious, so I smiled at him.

“Can you believe it? They’re coming on the night you asked me to marry you.”

“Jesus what are you doing in the shower.” Jack growled.

“My water broke, Jack, I wanted to get cleaned up.”

“You guys are so cute together, I just love how much you love my mom, Jack,” she cried. Jack moved to her and wrapped her up in a hug, and she buried her face in his chest.

“Hey, little bro; I can’t wait to meet you.”

“What makes you think it’s a boy?”

“Please, would Jack’s loins produce anything but?” She had a point there.

“Want you home in bed resting after that spill you took.” My guy is so cute. I was heading home anyway, so his bossy didn’t bother me, not when it was wrapped up in love and concern for his future son or daughter.

“Ok, Jack.”

“You need me to drive you home?”

“I think I can handle it,” I smiled. This was going to be a long eight months if he reacted like this with every spill or stubbed toe I had.

“You threatened and advanced on a pregnant woman causing her to fall. You continued to advance on her, even after she was down. I have no problem telling the council that a man protecting his wife or a Sheriff protecting a defenseless pregnant woman was well within his right as a husband or a Sheriff.”

“I’m ok, Jack.”

“How hard did you fall?”

“Jack, I’m fine; I took spills with Bailey; my pride is bruised not my body.” Jack took a deep breath then leaned his forehead against mine.

“I don’t want to be an unmarried woman when I get pregnant again.”

“You asking me to marry you?” He smiled.

“No, I’m telling you to marry me.” I explained.

“Look who’s bossy now?” He whispered as his mouth came to mine, then before he kissed me he whispered again.

“Marry me, Baby.”

“Ok, Jack”

“You want me to be pregnant not dress as a pregnant woman?” Jack smiled at me and said, “She finally gets it.”

His face warmed, and he kissed my lips quickly then answered, “He drugged you, stole you from me, scared you, scared Bailey, threatened to blow you up, was going to kill you with a pipe, and I have no doubt got an eyeful of you in that outfit, so yeah, I’m fine, I’d shoot him again if I could, but that’s frowned upon in a law man, apparently overkill isn’t allowed in Sheriffs.”