Page 18 of Saving Trinity (Finding Hope #5)

Jimmie

FOUR YEARS LATER

T hey said time flew by when you were having fun, and well, they weren’t wrong.

Four years flew by in the blink of a fucking eye, and in my opinion, they went by way too damn fast. But in those four years, I got to share every birthday Wyatt had with him and his beautiful mom.

I got to watch Trinity heal and grow and find her place here with me and my family.

Even her sister, Carla, moved here so they could remain close.

In those four years, Trinity went back to school, interned at a local doctor’s office, and then graduated college at the top of her class. As a graduation present to her, I paid off her student loans, and then, she rode my cock so fucking good, I was goddamn delirious afterward.

Two years ago, I married Trinity. She was still in school and still interning, so we didn’t go on a honeymoon, but Byron, Dylan, and Dylan’s parents took turns with Wyatt for a week, giving us time alone together without having to worry about our son so we could consummate our marriage as many times we wanted…

which we did quite a lot. I couldn’t get enough of my beautiful wife.

Now, I was watching my gorgeous wife unlock the door to her brand-new office building that she would be turning into a doctor’s office.

She’d sold everything Zac had left her and put it into a savings account, letting it accumulate interest over the years.

And when she graduated, she took that money and bought this place outright, bringing a doctor’s office right here to our small town so people would no longer have to travel so far to see a doctor.

I was so proud of her. She’d come so far, had healed so much, and now, she stood taller and stronger than she ever had before.

Zachary fucking Vale had tried to kill her spirit, and he’d failed.

She’d been worn down for a little while, but when she began healing, she got angry .

One day, she’d just gone on a walk, and I stood on the back porch, watching her.

She sank to her knees in the middle of one of my fields I’d harvested two days before and screamed her rage out into the sky.

She’d scared the birds in the field, but as the setting sun bled around her, she’d never looked so fucking beautiful.

Because in that moment, she snatched back everything that son of a bitch tried to take from her.

“How’s it feel?” I asked, following Trinity inside the small building.

It wasn’t large, but she didn’t need anything big.

She’d bought this place to cater to our small town.

A place that had healed her after her attack.

In her mind, this was her way of paying back the community that had welcomed her with open arms.

Everyone here adored her, and when they found out she was planning to open a doctor’s office in town, so many people were excited they would no longer have to travel over an hour to get to their regular doctors.

She was even thinking about having emergency hours, but I was trying to talk her out of that.

I was selfish, and I wanted her with me after her workday was over. Sue me.

“It feels good,” she said, turning to smile at me. Her smile was so goddamn pretty, it sucker punched me right in the chest, knocking the breath from my lungs. “I can’t believe this is mine. That I’m a fucking doctor , Jimmie.”

I grinned. “I never expected anything less than greatness from you, baby.” Pulling her to me, I slanted my lips across hers in a soft kiss that wreaked havoc on my nervous system.

She sank into me easily, her arms twining around my neck.

After we parted, I rested my forehead on hers, blowing out a soft breath.

“You have no fucking clue how goddamn proud of you I am.”

She hummed. “I might have some idea. You fucked me so damn good after I bought this place that you accomplished defying the power of my birth control.”

My brows pulled low over my eyes. “What?” I asked, not following.

She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a folded slip of paper. I frowned as I took it from her and unfolded it.

PREGNANCY VERIFICATION LETTER

Dear Mr. Jimmie Reynolds,

This letter verifies the pregnancy status of Trinity Reynolds, who has been under medical supervision. Based on the results of the different pregnancy tests, it has been conclusively established that the result is POSITIVE.

Based on the medical information, Trinity Reynolds is currently seven weeks pregnant.

Please feel free to contact me for any further information or assistance regarding the patient’s pregnancy status.

Congratulations on the addition to your family!

Sincerely,

Dr. Jennifer Crawford

I read the pregnancy confirmation three more times before it really settled in my brain.

We’d always discussed having another baby, but I wanted her to achieve her dreams first. She’d just really gotten started on it, and I’d accidentally fucked it all up.

Yet I couldn’t bring myself to be mad at myself about it.

Trinity was pregnant .

“Baby…” I breathed, looking up at her. My hand trembled, and the paper crinkled in my grip as I tightened my fingers around it to keep myself from dropping it. “You’re pregnant?”

She nodded. “Seven weeks yesterday, so seven weeks and one day today.” She smiled at me. “How are you feeling?”

“ Me ?” I asked incredulously. “Fuck, baby, how are you feeling? Are you upset? Are you nauseous? Have you been feeling well?” My mind was racing .

She laughed and clasped my upper arms, squeezing my biceps.

“Relax, Jimmie. I’m feeling fine. I don’t have any morning sickness, and no, I’m not upset.

This baby is definitely earlier than planned, but I’m happy .

I was planning to hire on a second part-time doctor once this place was up and going good.

I’ll just hire them on sooner than planned so I don’t have to work so much.

I have plans on top of plans,” she assured me.

I grasped the back of her neck and kissed her long and slow.

She moaned and sank against me, her lips soft and pliant beneath mine.

“You’re pregnant,” I breathed against her sweet lips.

“We’re having another baby. Holy fuck, Trinity, we’re having another baby.

” I opened my eyes, staring into her pretty brown ones.

“We’re going to get to do this together this time around. ”

I was going to experience her belly growing and expanding as she nurtured our child. I was going to experience all the mood swings and the weird food cravings she had in person instead of just supporting her over a phone call. I was going to experience all of this with her this time.

My throat closed up with threatening tears. I dropped to my knees and pushed her t-shirt up. She sucked in a sharp breath, her hands lacing in her my long hair as I pressed my lips to her belly. “Thank you,” I whispered.

She sniffled, and I snapped my head up to look at her, my eyes widening in alarm when I saw she was crying. Quickly, I rose to my feet and grasped her face in my hands, desperately trying to wipe away her tears. “You’re crying. Why are you crying, baby?” I asked, panicked.

She waved me away, shaking her head. “Hormones,” she croaked.

I laughed and kissed her. “God, you’re so fucking adorable,” I murmured against her lips, her tears tasting salty on my lips. “I love you.”

She sniffled. “I love you, too, Jimmie.”

I hugged her to me and swayed us side to side. And together, we stood there in the office of her future with our future growing in her belly, while the little boy who kept us tied together waited for us to pick him up from Dylan and Paige’s.

I was going to give that kid so much ice cream tomorrow. It was because of him that I had this beautiful woman today.