Page 8 of Spring Break with a Rockstar

“I love you, too, Serena.”

Epilogue

Six Weeks Later

Icontinue to stareat the two blue lines on the pregnancy test in my hand. I haven't been feeling that great all week. I thought for sure it was only a stomach bug. It looks like my stomach bug will be a full-term baby in about seven and a half months. It seems Jax and I are destined to get pregnant every time we have sex.

"Is everything okay in there?" Jax knocks on the bathroom door.

Taking a deep breath, I open the bathroom door and paste a big smile on my face. "Surprise! We're pregnant again!" My heart races as I hold up the positive pregnancy test for Jax to see. I have no idea how he's going to take this information.

Jax took a break from his music career to help me raise Cash so I could go back to working full-time at the tattoo parlor. He said it was the least he could do since I'd been a single mom for so long.

"We're pregnant!" Jax throws his free arm around me, kissing me passionately on the mouth before breaking the kiss and turning to Cash in his other arm, "Did you hear that buddy? You're going to be a big brother." Cash being Cash, smiles at the news.

"Are you sure you're okay with this? We haven't even had a chance to get married yet." I worry my bottom lip between my teeth.

Jax shifts his gaze to mine, "Of course I'm okay with this. I missed out on so much when you were pregnant with Cash. I don't want to miss a thing with this new baby or the ten more babies we're going to have."

"Wait a minute." I toss the used pregnancy test in the garbage before turning back to Jax and Cash. "We never talked about how many babies we're going to have. Don't you think twelve babies is a little much?"

Jax gives me a wink, "No need to worry little mama. I'm your house husband. I'll take care of the kids while you bring home the bacon."

And just like that our fate was sealed as we did in fact have ten more children. But they weren't all our biological children. We became foster parents and adopted those children as our own.

-The End-