A Family Worth Fighting For (The Worthy Series Book 3) by S.M. Smith

Author:S.M. Smith [Smith, S.M.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2015-03-12T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

~Jessie~

The shrill ringing wakes me entirely way too early. I turn it off and roll over, finding I’m in bed alone. The delicious scent of coffee fills my nose and I know my precious Stephen has been up for a while. I snuggle the covers one last time, letting the luxuries of home sink in a little while longer.

“Hey, you.”

The profile of the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen stands in the doorway, holding a cup of coffee in each hand. I drink him and his enormous heart in a moment longer before sitting up and taking the offered mug.

“Hey.” I sip the warm goodness, made just the way I love it. “I’m sorry about last night.”

“There is nothing to be sorry about.”

“I kind of freaked out on you.”

“No. You handled the changes your body is going through like a champ. I’m really proud of you. But I need you to promise me something.”

“Proud of me?”

One side of his mouth pulls up in a small smile and he glances down at his cup before explaining.

“Yeah. You’re just so incredibly strong. I understand why you wanted to try to handle all that by yourself. But Jess, we’re leaving for a mission trip today. We’re about to embark on an undertaking that requires us to focus on other people and do what we can to help them. But that doesn’t mean that if you need to take some time to focus on you, you shouldn’t. In fact, I need you to promise me that if you are starting to feel the way you were yesterday, you have to tell me right away. Promise me that you won’t try to deal on your own again. Let me help you, please.”

The look in his eyes say that last night was particularly hard on him.

“I promise.”

He leans over and kisses my forehead, before reaching for my half-empty mug.

“So I’ve triple checked our bags against your checklists. We’re all packed up and ready to go. Why don’t you go shower; we need to leave in an hour.”

***

I love to fly, like would fly everyday if I could. But after boarding our third plane, I’m ready to be on solid ground for a while. I napped while we were waiting for our plane in Miami, but by the time we actually make it to Port-Au-Prince I’m drained.

All eight of us climb off the plane and are met by a beautiful local woman with long cornrows pulled into a bun on top of her head. Her red dress accents her bright smile and the excitement she has to see us.

“Hello, and welcome to Haiti,” she says with a thick accent. “My name is Marci and I’ll be your coordinator while you’re here.”

We each take a moment to introduce ourselves to her. She smiles at each of us as if we’re all old friends she’s so happy to see again. I instantly like her, but it doesn’t take me long to figure out that she can be authoritative when she needs to be.

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