Over Again (Sequel to Fall)

Chapter 5 'Feelings'

Saige's POV

It's Christmas Eve, and I convinced my parents to have the Stromberg's and Drew over for dinner. I'm helping my mom cook all the food right now, but she insists its too much work for me to be doing. I think she's just overreacting.

The Stromberg's and Drew arrived in the evening, and by then it had started snowing. It's always so beautiful for Christmas in Sequim. Everyone gathered in the living room while my mom finished up in the kitchen.

"I can't believe my little Saige is having a baby," Gramcracker kept saying. She was so happy to hear that it was in fact Wesley's kid.

"Oh, Gramcracker, I missed you so much," I hugged her. I helped her sit down and walked up to my old room. I reached up in the corner of my top shelf in my closet to grab Wesley's present. Every year we trade presents. Whether he remembered mine or not, I think he's really going to like mine.

I was going to go back down with them, but I bumped right into him while walking out of my room. He chuckled a little and followed me back into my room.

"Look, Wesley, I realized yesterday that it's time to forgive you. I obviously still have a lot of feelings for you, and I can't imagine myself being without you," I blurted out. He smiled a little and stepped closer to me.

"I'm glad to hear that because I was about to get on my knees and beg you for forgiveness if I didn't get it," he said.

"Could I still see that, though? Like let's pretend I didn't forgive you yet?"

"Nope, too late," he chuckled, "but yeah, I still have a lot of feelings for you too, Saige. I know you probably don't want to hop right back into a relationship right now, but I'd really like to be there for you during your pregnancy and everything," he sincerely told me. I smiled at him and pulled him in for a hug. This is the Wesley I missed.

"I've missed you so much," I teared up a little bit.

"I've missed you too, babe. Please don't cry," he sighed, wiping my tears with his thumb and kissing my forehead. I looked up at him, still watery eyed, and smashed my lips onto his. I'd been waiting to do it since I saw him at our spot. Those melted hazel eyes made me fall in love with him all over again.

"I love you so much," Wesley mumbled against my lips, not letting them leave his. His hands cupped my face, keeping me attached to his lips. I wasn't sure how far I'd let him go, but when he entered his tongue in my mouth, I kissed back with just as much force.

I felt one of his hands slowly move downwards and rest on my belly. It was cute if you ask me. His kiss slowly turned more passionate than heated. I felt the small box with Wesley's present slip out of my hand. It crashed to the ground, pulling us apart. He turned around and picked the box up.

"What's this?"

"It's for you," I told him, gesturing for him to open it. He opened the box and pulled out the small picks. He looked at them and smiled.

"We were still together at the time I got them, but I figured you'd still want them," I said. There were three of them. One read 'Wesley Trent Stromberg', one read 'SRJ + WTS', and the last one read 'I will always love you, -SRJ'.

"Yeah, I love them. Thank you," he smiled. He reached into his back pocket and grabbed a box as well.

"I got this when I was on tour. I couldn't stop thinking about how much I missed you. I hope you like it," he said, handing me the box. I opened it and looked up at him in amazement. I got the necklace out and realized there was a ring on it. I noticed a little heart on the inside of it. I looked closer and saw that it read the date we became best friends.

"It's kind of a promise ring I guess. If you don't want it, I'll keep it," he insisted.

"No, no, I love it," I assured him. "Could you put it on?" He took the necklace from my hands and put it around my neck. I lifted my hair up as he connected it.

"I love you beyond words, Saige Jackson, and I know I'll get you back," he whispered in my ear, kissing the back of my neck. He then walked out of my room like nothing had happened. I know you will, though, Wesley, trust me.