Michela Walters Week 3: Fruition of a Dream

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Title: Fruition of a Dream

Jenna had been dreaming of prince charming for as long as she could remember, but standing here at the doorway, she never imagined the man reclining on the bed before her would end up being ‘that guy’.  When she ran into him at a dive bar she frequently visited, they had hit it off immediately.  His body was a roadmap of his dark and violent history, riddled with tattoos and piercings.  His face was kind and gentle, in complete opposition with the rest of him. She was drawn to him, curious to see what lay beneath his bad boy exterior.  Slowly but surely, she chipped away at his diamond encrusted façade, until he opened up and told her all that he was afraid of.  Once the rubble had been cleared, their relationship blossomed into the love she’d always imagined existed.

Leaning against the doorframe, Jenna smiled at Jax’s relaxed posture.  She always marveled at how comfortable he was in his own skin, even with the ink that was a constant reminder of his past.  He must have sensed her presence and opened his eyes.

“Hey,” he sleepily called, beckoning her to join him in their bed.

Jenna sauntered over and climbed in beside him, allowing herself to be enveloped in his protective embrace.  She always relished the feel of his skin against hers.  His touch was a soothing balm, calming her immediately in his presence.

“I’m glad you’re home.  I have a surprise for you,” Jax murmured into her neck, pressing a kiss into her heated skin.

She pulled away, and looked intently into his steely gaze.  “What kind of surprise?”

“The good kind, of course,” he teased, pulling her up off the bed and instructed her to grab some good walking shoes.

After being together for two years, Jenna was still routinely surprised by Jax.  He never did exactly what you thought he was going to do, and in turn, Jenna stopped trying to figure him out, relishing in his spontaneous nature.

“You’re not going to tell me where we’re going, are you?”

Snatching a large backpack off the floor, Jax replied, “Now where would the fun be in that?”

He grabbed her hand, leading her out of their apartment and through the woods that were behind it.

“It’s kind of late for a hike, isn’t it?” Jenna coyly questioned, trying to get Jax to open up about their destination, but his lips were shut tight around a wry grin.   

With no other choice, she kept walking further and further into the forest until she thought she saw what appeared to be a glow of light beckoning to her from its depths.

“What is this?” She turned around in wide circles, trying to take in the lanterns hung on the branches high above that illuminated their path.

Jenna continued on until she stumbled upon a rope ladder swinging gently in the breeze.

Turning, she quirked her head, silently asking Jax if she should ascend into the treetops.  At his gentle nudge, she began to carefully climb higher and higher until she reached their destination.

Hanging from between the trees was the heavenly bed seemingly ripped from the pages of her most recent story.  Every last detail of her imaginary floating room was laid out before her. Scampering onto the bed, she fell back onto the pillows, laughing that this was her dream. She had no idea how Jax had managed to organize everything involved, but the loving gesture was one she wouldn’t ever forget, nor be able to reciprocate. 

A little later that evening, all of her childhood dreams came true when Jax presented her with a little black box and a promise of forever.

A/N - this is a little prequel to my story from two weeks ago - Dichotomy of a Boy.  Told from Jenna’s perspective instead of Jax’s.  

Thanks to KimmyDonn for editing this for me.

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Michela Walters is a wife, mother and book enthusiast. She is currently attempting her hand at writing her first romantic fiction novella. You can read her other stories on her blog: michelawalters.wordpress.com #DailyPicspiration