you that you haven’t told me. I’ve asked you this before, and I’m asking you again. What does your tattoo mean?”
Without a moment of hesitation he said, “It’s a Celtic knot. It means ‘inner strength,’ and was a symbol we used back in our army barracks when we fell upon hardships. Calvin and I used to draw it on the ground with rocks wherever we went to new areas in hopes that it would bring us luck. When he was discharged from the military, I got a tattoo of the symbol.”
She looked over at Calvin to confirm, and was happy when he nodded. She scooched closer to Matthew and placed her hands on his cheeks, which were scratchy with a slight stubble. His breath brushed her lips for only a moment before she closed the distance between them and planted a passionate kiss on his mouth. His fingers ran through her hair as he kissed her over and over happily.
As if only then realizing the two pairs of eye watching them, they parted slowly. Calvin grabbed Abby’s hand and said that they would be back later, allowing for Matthew and Jasmine to discuss the situation.
“So,” Matthew said once Calvin and Abby left out of the doorway, “you’re pregnant.”
“Yes. I’m at six weeks.”
“Wow.”
“Wow is right.” she laughed, and rested her head on his chest. “Are you okay?”
“Always,” he assured.
“Always,” she repeated.
The Final Chapter
A little over a month after the devastating fire at The Morning Bell, Jasmine and Abby walked through the town center of Rootsville, dressed nicely for a meeting with a local real estate agent. After the discovery that her beautiful café perished and would be unable to become restored, she decided that it was time to find a new place. She had already viewed multiple buildings, but none felt right to her.
She wanted her new café to have the perfect vibe, full of a welcoming warmth to ensure that she would keep the customers she had served for so many years. Abby accompanied her to each meeting, as she was recently promoted to the chef of the café – once she found a building for the café, of course. Abby was thrilled to accept the position and was constantly excited, though that could have also been due to the fact that she was head over heels in love with Calvin who loved her equally, if not more.
Calvin still worked at the local mechanic and helped find new building leads for Jasmine whenever he wasn’t down working at the car lot.
The two walked up to the bench in the middle of the town center in front of the pond. Beside the pond sat the beautiful clock tower that Jasmine always adored, as it was adorned by brick and made a delightful ringing noise each hour. Sitting on the bench was her real estate agent, and they shook hands before she asked where the latest building was located. So far, Jasmine had turned down six offers; she was being very picky.
Her biggest issue was due to her previous café being her home as well. She wanted a place that she could live and work. Staying at Matthew’s house was great, but definitely not a very good environment to raise a child. So, when looking for a building, she was also looking for an apartment to be directly nearby – figuring that no other building would have an apartment attached.
She knew she was being much too specific with her needs, but she couldn’t help herself. Typically, when she met with her real estate agent, the woman had an uncomfortable grin on her face, assuming Jasmine would not like whatever she picked. This time, however, the woman was smiling ear to ear.
“You are going to love this one, Jasmine,” she said as she pointed to a quaint two-story building directly across from the clock tower. As Jasmine walked toward the building, her heart filled with joy. The building, although professional, looked similar to a house but had enough room at the top for a business sign. Featuring a rustic design adorned with
Without a moment of hesitation he said, “It’s a Celtic knot. It means ‘inner strength,’ and was a symbol we used back in our army barracks when we fell upon hardships. Calvin and I used to draw it on the ground with rocks wherever we went to new areas in hopes that it would bring us luck. When he was discharged from the military, I got a tattoo of the symbol.”
She looked over at Calvin to confirm, and was happy when he nodded. She scooched closer to Matthew and placed her hands on his cheeks, which were scratchy with a slight stubble. His breath brushed her lips for only a moment before she closed the distance between them and planted a passionate kiss on his mouth. His fingers ran through her hair as he kissed her over and over happily.
As if only then realizing the two pairs of eye watching them, they parted slowly. Calvin grabbed Abby’s hand and said that they would be back later, allowing for Matthew and Jasmine to discuss the situation.
“So,” Matthew said once Calvin and Abby left out of the doorway, “you’re pregnant.”
“Yes. I’m at six weeks.”
“Wow.”
“Wow is right.” she laughed, and rested her head on his chest. “Are you okay?”
“Always,” he assured.
“Always,” she repeated.
The Final Chapter
A little over a month after the devastating fire at The Morning Bell, Jasmine and Abby walked through the town center of Rootsville, dressed nicely for a meeting with a local real estate agent. After the discovery that her beautiful café perished and would be unable to become restored, she decided that it was time to find a new place. She had already viewed multiple buildings, but none felt right to her.
She wanted her new café to have the perfect vibe, full of a welcoming warmth to ensure that she would keep the customers she had served for so many years. Abby accompanied her to each meeting, as she was recently promoted to the chef of the café – once she found a building for the café, of course. Abby was thrilled to accept the position and was constantly excited, though that could have also been due to the fact that she was head over heels in love with Calvin who loved her equally, if not more.
Calvin still worked at the local mechanic and helped find new building leads for Jasmine whenever he wasn’t down working at the car lot.
The two walked up to the bench in the middle of the town center in front of the pond. Beside the pond sat the beautiful clock tower that Jasmine always adored, as it was adorned by brick and made a delightful ringing noise each hour. Sitting on the bench was her real estate agent, and they shook hands before she asked where the latest building was located. So far, Jasmine had turned down six offers; she was being very picky.
Her biggest issue was due to her previous café being her home as well. She wanted a place that she could live and work. Staying at Matthew’s house was great, but definitely not a very good environment to raise a child. So, when looking for a building, she was also looking for an apartment to be directly nearby – figuring that no other building would have an apartment attached.
She knew she was being much too specific with her needs, but she couldn’t help herself. Typically, when she met with her real estate agent, the woman had an uncomfortable grin on her face, assuming Jasmine would not like whatever she picked. This time, however, the woman was smiling ear to ear.
“You are going to love this one, Jasmine,” she said as she pointed to a quaint two-story building directly across from the clock tower. As Jasmine walked toward the building, her heart filled with joy. The building, although professional, looked similar to a house but had enough room at the top for a business sign. Featuring a rustic design adorned with
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