Page 168 of Pucking Rebound
Abstract lines, in gentle pastel tones, with flecks of gold, which is Jordy’s signature style. They span the entirety of our time together, from almost the first time we hooked up to now.
Seeing myself through his eyes made me realize just how much he loves me. Being the source of his creativity is the ultimate gift and makes me feel more connected to him.
We were meant to be together.
Made for one another, which I think I knew from the first night I spent with him.
He sees me in a different light, sees me for who I am, and loves me in all the best possible ways. Unconditionally.
Jordy lifts Blossom out of my arms, and she snuggles into his shoulder. She’s such a daddy’s girl, which is because Jordy never has her out of his arms and loves chasing her around the house.Anything to make our darling petal giggle, which he never stops doing.
Threading his fingers in mine, we stand together in front of the painting in silence.
“You’re my muse,” he says.
“I had better not leave you then.” Not that I would. He’s stuck with me for life.
“I know that’s never going to happen. You love the way I do that thing with my tongue too much.” Straight-faced, he stares ahead while I turn the color of a tomato.
“Shhh. Not in front of the children,” I scold.
“Child.” He kisses the top of Blossom’s wispy blonde head of hair, thinking he’s corrected me.
“Children.” I place my hand over my belly.
His mouth makes anOshape before he looks down at me and smiles. “We’re going to have enough kids to start a football team, aren’t we?”
“Nope.” I correct him. “A hockey team.”
