Jax and I aren’t doing the whole ‘you can’t see the bride before the wedding day’ thing. This morning we woke up in each other’s arms. We’re in Jax’s obnoxious gas guzzling beast on the way to the cemetery. Sitting in my lap are two flower arrangements. We pull up and park at the curb. Jax gets out and walks around the back of the vehicle toward my door. My day wouldn’t be complete if I didn’t see my dad. Jax takes my hand and helps me down. As we walk up to his gravestone, I hand him one of the bouquets of flowers. It isn’t my dad’s grave I walk up to, though. Hand in hand, we stop in front of my dad’s and Scarlett’s graves. I kneel down in front of Scarlett’s, and Jax kneels in front of my dad’s.I lay the flowers at her headstone, take a deep breath, and say, “Scarlett, I love Jax. I love Skylar and Hope, too. I will live the rest of my life honoring your memory, and loving them to the best of my ability. I know the day you had your girls, having another woman raise them was probably the furthest thing in your mind.
