Chapter Eight

Bianca

Right on cue, Oliver stumbles into my room. He doesn't seem to be at all phased by Jason's presence in my bed, and after a few minutes of talking and snuggling, he points at Jason and calls him "Daddy." My heart melts, but I look over at Jason to see what he thinks about it—this is moving so fast for both of us, but he just smiles and scoops Oliver out of bed.

"Let's go make mommy some breakfast, little man," he says, winking at me as they head to the kitchen.

I can't believe this is the same man who I thought was just my boss only a day ago.

I love him so much, and after he took care of him yesterday, Oliver seems to love him too. I throw on my robe and head to the kitchen to find my boys making chocolate chip pancakes, Oliver's favorite.

I wrap them both in a hug before looking up to Jason, "Is this crazy? I still work for you and yesterday morning it seemed like you didn't want anything to do with me, now you're cooking breakfast with my son," I say, a tear streaming down my face at how lucky we are to have him.

He wipes away the tear before clasping my cheeks, just like last night. "I know it's fast love, but when you know, you know. You're it for me, you were it for me the moment you stood up for Dawson on your first day. I love you, and I love Oliver too. We can face whatever comes next together," he tells me.

I let out a choked sob, overwhelmed by this man and his love for us. "I love you too, Jason. I know you'll always be here for us," I say, before turning to Oliver and asking him, "Would you be happy if Mr. Jason was here with us all the time?"

"Daddy… yes," Oliver replies, and we all laugh. I guess he's sticking around.

***

A few weeks later, after what feels like thousands of hours of meetings with Clark and Jason's top legal team, we are in court to find out if I can keep Oliver once and for all. Jason sits next to me, holding my hand, focusing all of his attention—and death glares—on Daniel.

Daniel, who has made it clear he only wants Oliver for the status it will give him with his new girlfriend, who always wanted a little boy. Daniel, who has never once shown up for Oliver and cast him aside before he was even born.

If any man in this room is Oliver's father, it's Jason, who has shown up for Oliver every day since he met him, who loves him so selflessly he has thrown every resource he has in to making sure we get to keep him.

It has been a full day of hearing from the lawyers on both sides, and I feel like it is clear to all Daniel has no desire to have Oliver in his life, to be his parent, to see him through everything. I just hope the judge sees it that way, too.

Jason squeezes my hand as the judge walks back into the chamber, signaling that he has made a decision.

"Well, after several hours of interesting testimony from both sides, one thing has become abundantly clear to me. Bianca Harris is that boy's mother and she belongs with her, and with Mr. Ellsworth, who has shown nothing but love for them both throughout this whole ordeal. Mr. Graham, you never exhibited a true need to have Oliver in your life, and that will forever be your loss. Miss Harris, Oliver is yours, forever. I wish you all the best. And Mr. Graham, I hope you realize what you lost here today. You are all dismissed," the judge finishes.

I jump up into Jason's waiting arms, tears streaming down my face as I pepper him with kisses murmuring "Thank you, thank you, thank you," to him over and over. When I look up, I am shocked to see tears on Jason's face too.

"I'm just so relieved we get to keep our boy," he says, before leaning down to kiss me.

We only break apart when we hear a throat clearing and see Clark standing there with a knowing grin on his face.

"Clark, I could have never gotten this far without you. You saved me from the first day we met and I owe you forever," I say, wrapping him in an embrace.

"Sweetie, you helped me too, I am so glad this worked out. Now go get my little champ, you two," he says, shaking Jason's hand as he turns to leave.

Jason and I turn to go get our son.