Free Marrying Mr Write (Mr Write Trilogy) by Cassandra P Lewis Page A

the finishing touches to my outfit for the ballet,
    “Thank you Mr James, you look pretty damn good yourself!” I smile as I lean forward to check that my new vintage emerald earrings are straight in my ears.
    I’m wearing a fitted knee length lace cocktail dress and killer heels. One of the perks of your fiancé being over six foot when you’re only four foot eleven is that your heels can be as high as you like. I notice in the mirror as Jackson’s eyes trail down my legs to my shoes,
    “ You can leave those on later!” He smiles and walks out of the bedroom; I grab my clutch bag from the bed and bite my lip as I follow…promises, promises.
     
    The ballet is sensational, it absolutely takes my breath away and I find myself on the edge of my seat throughout. I love it; I turn to see if Jackson is enjoying it as much as I am.
    “You’re supposed to be watching the stage not me.” I whisper as I smile and return my gaze to the dancers. Jackson leans over and whispers in my ear,
    “You’re far more interesting, you’re beautiful.” He kisses me on the cheek and links his fingers with mine.
     
    “Thank you, that was amazing!” I am on top of the world as we leave the Royal Albert Hall, I feel like a five year old girl again as Jackson twirls me under his arm and into his embrace, both of us laughing.
    “You are amazing Rosie. You haven’t looked as alive as you do tonight in so long. You haven’t been so, present!” he’s holding my hands as I look up at him, so happy and so in love.
    “I’m sorry, I’m sorry for being so distant and distracted. It’s just been hard, but this is perfect, just me and you, I’m happy,”
    “Come on, let’s go and have a drink. Then I’m taking you home to bed.”
    As Jackson starts to lead me by the hand toward a waiting taxi his phone starts to ring and he looks at me, his face fully of worry.
    “Rosie…” He doesn’t need to say any more, I nod and he answers, “Hello, Yeah that’s me. Right, ok, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” He hangs up and I know what's happening. I feel sick as I look up and make eye contact with him. “It’s time!”
     
     
    “I can’t Jackson, just go its fine!”
    Jackson and I agreed to do this together but I can’t bear it. I don’t want to go to the hospital. I’ve never felt the loss of my own baby more than I do right now and I just don’t want to see another woman have Jackson’s child. It will kill me.
    “Rosie, we are a team, I need you there!” Jackson is pleading with me to get into the taxi with him.
    “No, I can’t. Just go Jackson; I’ll see you at home.”
    “Rosie, get in the fucking taxi! You’re not doing this, not now. We had a deal and I’m not going thro ugh this without you. GET IN!” He shocks me with his tone and I know that he’s starting to panic so I don’t argue. I don’t want to go through this but I have to, for him.
     
    “Get her out of here Jackson!” Within seconds of arriving Sasha lets me know that I’ve already outstayed my welcome and Jackson looks at me, unsure how to proceed,
    “ It’s fine babe, I’ll be outside”
    I take a seat in the plastic chairs outside Sasha’s room and try to shut out the sound of her cries. What feels like hours pass by in a blur as midwives dip in and out of the room.
    I stand as I try to get my head straight. A young midwife is discussing something with the woman looking after Sasha, she’s holding the door open and I edge a little closer to look inside. I don’t know why, it feels like an eternity has passed since I’ve seen Jackson and I just need to know that he’s ok.
    I look through the door as Sasha starts to call out loudly; she’s clearly in a lot of pain. I see her. She’s standing with her forehead on Jackson’s chest; he’s taken off his jacket and tie now. Her hands are on her hips and she’s swaying from side to side as he rubs her back with his left hand and strokes her hair with his right.
    The door closes and