Chapter 2
Hey guys! Thank you so much for your sweet reviews! It really motivates me to continue writing. And yes, the title of this story is based on John Legend's song 'All of me', since a part of the lyrics really reminds me of Jackson's words in 10x12: 'Even the things I don't like, I love'. Personally, it was that part of his little speech that made me melt.
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Their kiss quickly turned into a messy, chaotic, sloppy one. It was as if both of the surgeons wanted to make up for lost time. Jackson felt an almost animalistic feeling of possessiveness taking him over, holding April even tighter against his body, his fingers digging into her side, making sure she would not just fall from his embrace. It was when April released his lips to start planting sloppy kisses along his jawline that Jackson was brought back to reality. It was her wedding night. Her wedding night that she was supposed to share with her perfect Christian paramedic. Now was her wedding night, and she was leaving mesmerizing kisses and occasional bites on the skin of his neck. It took all of Jackson's willpower to grab April softly by her arms and guide her back a little, creating enough space between them in order for him to think clearly. She had a quizzical expression in her eyes, her features displaying confusion and disappointment. Her hair nothing but a total mess.
"You're married," Jackson stated softly, almost in an identical way as he did during the night of the storm. Only back then, he was stating the obvious. But now, Jackson was not sure. Did she get married after he left the ceremony? The thought of the possibility that she never actually said 'yes' to the paramedic had never crossed Jackson's mind. He was trying to make sense of the situation. April was with him now, not with Matthew. But what did that actually mean? She had just confessed her feelings to him, but what did that imply? The past had proven that April was far from predictable. After confessing her feelings to another man, it was the same April that nevertheless decided to stay true to her engagement to Matthew. Why would she not stay true to Matthew now? Jackson could literally feel his stomach constrict of the idea that this was April's way of saying goodbye to him for good. It would explain the hastiness of their kiss.
April could read Jackson's face like no other person on this planet could. She was almost able to read his mind through the deep frown that tainted Jackson's features. She could sense that his green eyes were no longer actively looking at her. They were zoned out, meaning that he was internally struggling with himself. It was then that April realized what Jackson must be feeling right now: fear, confusion. Perhaps he was beating himself up over not asking her whether or not her last name was Taylor now sooner. April could no longer witness him being scared of falling into the miserable, wretched state he was in before she was standing in front of his door. Her hands flew to both sides of his face, her eyes almost demanding his to flash back to the present, to really look at her. She narrowed the space between them again as she took a firm step forward, not wanting him to doubt her certainty about this, or worse, to doubt the truth behind her following words:
"I am with you. I am not going to leave you, Jackson. I did not get married to Matthew. It never happened, trust me. I never said yes. I couldn't." The frown on Jackson's face softened, but April could still clearly see worry haunting his eyes. April knew that he wanted more than words to believe her. She removed her right hand from his cheek and turned the bare back of her hand in front of his face.
"You see?" she whispered, wiggling her fingers as he examined the bareness, the ring-freeness of her hand. Jackson reached to hold that same hand. His other free hand grabbed April's left one. They both looked down to the joined hands between them, as if it was a fragile piece of art, as if it could almost not be true. They stayed in a confortable silence for a few minutes until Jackson spoke up.
"So what does this mean?" he asked, his eyes still fixated on their joined hands. April could feel his grip loosening, and she squeezed his hands in reassurance.
"It means that I am yours if you want me to," April answered, her eyes leaving the sight of their joined hands to look at Jackson's face, hoping to meet his green eyes again. She wanted those words to leave her mouth as convincing as possible, but instead, she could not help but let this nagging feeling of uncertainty make her voice tremble. Jackson's tilted his head up, his eyes immediately meeting April's. The frown on his face had disappeared. Now it was his turn to convince her. He needed to convince her that he wanted her. He needed to convince her that he needed her. The only way he knew he could was by kissing her once again, but this time nothing but simple love and affection dominating it.
"Of course, that's all I ever wanted," Jackson breathed after he released her lips. He rested his forehead against hers, his thumb grazing her soft chin. They both savored this moment, a moment in which nothing but pure relief and happiness ran through their bodies. They had each other now. They were complete.
"Jackson…" April breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. This time her voice was filled with want and desire and Jackson instantly knew what he needed to do. He picked her up effortlessly, her legs locking themselves around his body, her arms embracing his neck, their eyes never leaving each other as he carried her wordlessly to his bedroom. They would live in their own perfect world for a few more hours before allowing themselves to worry about the real world and all its challenges that they would have to face when the light of the morning sun would announce a new day again. A real world in which their union would probably not be celebrated by most people. But right now that did not matter.
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