Fall Ep. 26

Boy, wasn’t I prepared for this.

And if I hadn’t known that my heart was actually weak to begin with, I’d say my heart is about to flutter out of my chest at this very moment.

Okay, so it wasn’t the two-piece aquamarine bikini that he got me that sent my heart racing—although I sincerely have to ask him how in my present body size could I wear a two-piece bikini.

It was the trinket that came along with it that made me want to jump.

Maybe it’s not the ring that you are thinking about—okay, seriously, if it was a ring, I wouldn’t have accepted it. But when I opened it, it held the simplest but most beautiful bracelet I have ever seen. Simplest, because it was just a silver bracelet—the typical one on which you can have your name engraved on it; most beautiful, because of the note attached to it.

Jennifer Jayden,” Miguel wrote, and I involuntarily winced when I read my full name, “Have I told you lately how much having you in my life means to me? Maybe I told you in the past days—weeks—that I love you, but I want you to know how much. I want you to know that right now, you and my babies are the planet to me. I would do anything for the three of you—jump over a cliff if you ask me to, but that sounds overly dramatic, so scratch that. You—along with our two bundles of joy—have given me the direction and the purpose that I was looking for in the past years. You make me happy, JJ, fulfilled, blessed—and I look forward to spending my life with you.”

Okay, back up—” I smiled, thinking of how Miguel was writing this—“Am I just too assuming when I say you want to spend your life with me too? I know it’s too early to tell—we’ve just technically been together for how many months? Five months that you’re pregnant, and three months that we ‘dated’ equals just eight months of barely knowing each other. But I want to wake up every morning and see you by my side. I want to… hug you, kiss you, and love you with every single part of me.

I wiped a tear that streamed down my cheek. “This bracelet was the one my mom gave to me when I turned thirteen. It is some sort of Santillan thing—Brandon and Gabe got theirs too when they turned thirteen. Wear it, so that I’d know that you—in the weirdest way possible—feel for me the way I feel for you. But JJ—no pressure, okay? Wear it when you want to. Love, Miguel.

Maybe I’m just plainly hormonal or something in Miguel’s letter just made me feel…loved (for want of a better word), that I am bawling right now.

Miguel found me in that state.

“JJ?” he said, his voice filled with utmost concern. He walked over to me quickly and knelt in front of me, and found me clutching both the bracelet and the letter in my hands.

I hit him on the shoulder with my free hand. I saw him wince, but I knew what I did didn’t hurt. “I hate you,” I said, and he frowned. Now he is worried. “Why?” he asked, his voice wavering.

“Coz you made me cry over this… this… letter?” I said, and I bawled once more. Miguel laughed, and he placed my face in his hands, wiping my tears. He breathed deeply.

“I meant every word, okay?” he whispered, his eyes of black swirls smoldering as they connected with mine. I nodded. “I know that,” I said, my tone was of a bratinella. Miguel leaned closer and kissed me, and I smiled when he released me.

“I love you, too, Miguel,” I whispered. “I have yet to come up with the exact words as to how and why and everything else in between, but I just do.” I stuck out my arm to him. “Put the bracelet on me, will you?”

He blinked, as if surprised, and recovered quickly. He took the bracelet from me and placed it around my right wrist. Miguel smiled as the bracelet seemed at home with my wrist, and I twirled it to examine it, catching the glint of Miguel Anthony Cruz Santillan engraved on it.

I leaned over and kissed him once more.

“So tell me,” I whispered in between kisses, “how exactly would you want me to fit into the bikini you got me?”

Miguel laughed, and he stood to close the door, showing me exactly how he wanted to see me in the bikini.

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