What to say.
Where to even start.
I never thought about having kids until the pregnancy stick turned pink with a positive sign. I was twenty-six and at that point in my life, I thought I was over him. Then I was hit with the reality of a daily reminder of the man who broke my heart and didn’t give a shit about it.
One of my favorite things about Jax was his eyes, and my son had inherited them.
What was I going to say to him?
Ben loved football, and now he was about to learn his dad was the greatest of all time.
I groaned at the thought until my lawyer tore me away from them.
“My client wants this to remain amicable between you two.”
“I want full custody.”
My eyes snapped to Jax’s at his statement. “You’ve got to be kidding me?”
“Does it look like I’m joking?”
“You have no right.”
He picked up the DNA test. “This proves otherwise.”
I peered at my attorney. “He can’t do this! Tell me he can’t do this!”
“I won’t have to if you agree to marry me.”
My gaze flew back to Jax. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“I may have heard you, but I sure as hell don’t understand you. Marry you? Have you lost your mind?”
“Quite the opposite, Sophie. I’ve never been more certain of anything in all my life.”
“What is this about? What do you want?”
“For you to be my wife.”
I shook my head, utterly confused.
“What Jax is trying to say,” Autumn chimed in, bringing my attention over to her, “is that it would greatly work in both of your favors if you agreed to be his temporary wife.”
“Now you’ve completely lost me.”
“Right.” She paused, pulling out more documents. Except this one appeared to be a contract. “This agreement will help ease your mind. You can look it over, and if you have any stipulations, anything you’d like to add or change, we can work it out.”
“We can work it out? Am I marrying you or Jax?”
She reassuringly smiled. “You’ll be marrying Jax, but we’ll be working closely together to make sure you’re comfortable with everything. I’m serious. I promise you. You pull the strings.”
“What strings? I don’t understand why we have to get married in the first place? We’re not in love.”
“Speak for yourself.”
My eyes once again flew to Jax. “You don’t even know the meaning of the word. I’m not a child anymore. You can’t manipulate me like you used to.”