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A perfect gentleman

Summary: Your trip to Great Britain changed your life forever.

Pairing: Raymond Smith x fem!Reader

Warning: bitchy friends, meet cute, sex with a stranger, smut, protected sex, unprotected sex, public sex, shower sex

You bobbed your head to the song blaring from the loudspeakers. It was the only thing you could do. That, and watching the others dance with men they just met. Grinding into them – their intentions clear.

Maybe you are not the most social person, but being in a place with so many people spiked your anxiety.

You shuddered and ripped your gaze from your friends to order another drink. Something light. You never were much into alcohol.

“You don’t look like you’re enjoying yourself,” a man plopped down next to you and dipped his head. “How can I help you relax?” He purred and moved his hand to your thigh.

“You could start by stopping to touch her,” another man suddenly stood behind your back. He pushed the other guy off you and glared at the stranger touching you. “Is that the way to welcome tourists now?”

“Man, she looked lonely,” the man grunted but made space for the second guy. “Didn’t know you called dips on her already, Raymond.”

“Get lost,” Raymond snapped at the man. You flinched and tried to make yourself as small as possible while the men fought. “We don’t harass ladies at my favorite place.”

“Alright, alright,” the man huffed. “She’s not worth the effort. You can have her.”

“Hey, are you okay,” Raymond softly asked. He must’ve been from around, because of his sexy accent. You always had a thing for men with an accent. “I hope he didn’t hurt you. Some guys shouldn’t drink too much.”

“Uh-thank you,” you murmured and finally looked at the man. Raymond looked like you imagine a British gentleman, but with a dash of roughness and something hidden behind his neat appearance.

He was wearing a navy-blue corduroy waistcoat, a slim tie with the same color, and a light blue and white striped button-down over dark wash slim-fit stretch jeans. His hair was neatly gelled back, and his beard was long but well-trimmed. Orange-rimmed clear lens glasses framed his handsome face.

“That was very nice of you.”

“A gentleman must protect a lady in need,” he grinned and sat next to you. “Let me buy you a drink for the inconvenience, and for not stepping in sooner.”

“You came the moment the man put his hand on my thigh,” you shyly glanced at Raymond. He offered his name to you and held out his hand. You placed your hand in his, feeling another shudder run through your body. This man was unlike any guy you ever met.

He screamed danger but acted like a gentleman. You could smell weed on his clothes when he leaned closer to ask you for your name.

“Y/N,” you replied and allowed him to hold your hand for a little longer than needed. He ran his thumb over your skin, causing a tiny whimper to escape your lips. “Thank you again.”

“What brings you here, love?” Raymond leaned impossibly closer, letting you feel his warmth. “I assume you are a tourist.”

You chuckled. “What gave me away?”

“Your accent, and I know every pretty girl in town.”He laid it on thick when he purred your name and told you that you look beautiful in your dress. He already had you when he saved you from the grabby guy, but you wanted to bask in his compliments for a little longer.

“Every single one,” you chuckled. “You’re a very busy man in that case.”

He adjusted his glasses and smirked. “I don’t know every woman like that.” Raymond gave you a wink. “But I’d like to get to know you better.”

“My friends are still somewhere at this place,” you leaned closer to drink his appearance and scent in. You were enchanted by this man. “Probably rubbing themselves against the guys they just met.”

His eyes sparkled at your words. You were about to do the same with him. Why – you had no clue. He was handsome and charming. But there was something else drawing you in like the moth to the flame.

“Do you want to leave this place?” A question was not in his words when he got up, still holding your hand. “I promise to be a gentleman.”

You didn’t make it far. Before you knew it, you left the bar with Raymond. You ended up pressed into the wall in the dark alley behind the bar.

He was all over you, lips devouring your mouth the moment you were out of sight. His hand slipped between your thighs, finding your panties soaked. He teased you for your floral cotton panties, moving the fabric aside to shove a finger inside your soaked cunt.

Raymond lifted you off of your feet, and you ended up in his arms, your pussy stuffed to the brim with his thick cock.

“Fuck, this is a tight little cunt,” he puffed into your neck. Hot breath fanning over your skin. “You’ve been a good girl, huh? How many guys did you fuck behind a bar so far?”

“No one,” you held tight onto Raymond as he slowly rocked into you. “Only you.”

“You’re so good for me, love,” he whispered in your ear as mercilessly battered your cunt. He was not a gentle lover any longer. Raymond fucked up into you, all the while holding your body safe in his arms. “I’m gonna ruin you.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and started to move your hips. “Ruin me. Do it. I’m done being the good girl.”

“Aw, baby love,” he crashed his lips onto yours to silence your moans. “You met the right man to ruin you.”

“Why did you leave without us?” One of your friends asked. Janice walked inside your shared hotel room, smirking as you were reading another book. “Y/N we are on vacation. Stop reading and go out there. There is a whole new world to explore.”

“Yeah. Maybe you’ll get some dick too if you stop hiding,” your other friend snapped at you. She didn’t get lucky last night and tried to let her anger out on you. Chanel always gets lucky. Just not last night.

“Oh, I think you will have enough fun for all of us,” you hid that you were the one getting a perfect dick last night. Well, they wouldn’t have believed you. You never take a risk. This includes fucking a stranger behind a bar. “Don’t forget to wrap it before you let any dick get near you.”

“It’s their job,” Janice huffed. “I only need my lipstick and nothing else.”

You bit your tongue. Last night you were the one making sure that you didn’t take a bigger risk. Raymond was all too eager to fill you, but you insisted on protection. Even though you were a horny mess wanting nothing more than to feel him bare inside of you.

“Have fun reading,” Janice snapped at you. “We are going to meet up with some girls we met last night and tonight, we’re going back to the bar. Tonight, I’ll get lucky and fuck a British guy!”

“Don’t wait for us to come back today. You’re no fun to be around since you and Ransom broke up,” Chanel added. A low blow to your fragile heart.

With your friends gone, you had the time to enjoy the city. You explored the usual spots tourists would seek out and ended up in a nice little café to have a break.

It was close to your hotel, and you could enjoy the sun as long as you wanted to.

At least no one tried to hit on you here or called you boring for enjoying your tea and biscuits.

“This must be fate,” a familiar voice said. Raymond stopped short in his tracks when he recognized you. “What brings you here?”

“I was—” You licked your lips at the sight of Raymond. Today he was wearing a soft camel tan shawl cardigan and a skinny burgundy tie over his dark wash jeans. He looked as perfect as ever when he claimed the empty chair on your table, “having a break from exploring town.”

“Sightseeing,” he nodded thoughtfully. “I see.” Raymond eyed you up and down in your simple shirt, cardigan, and a pair of worn-out jeans. “I could give you the Smith tour to show you all the secret spots no tourist ever saw.”

“Smith tour?” You wrinkled your forehead.

“That’s my surname, sweetness,” he smirked and nodded at the waitress to order tea and biscuits himself. “Do you want to go on that tour with me?”

“Sure,” you said a little too fast. He was still a stranger, but you let him fuck you twice last night. What else could he want? You were sure he wouldn’t hurt you and having the chance to fuck him again had you already dripping. “I’d love to see more than the usual spots.”

You didn’t see much of town. All Raymond showed you was his large, luxurious estate where he lives by himself. And you didn’t see much of it either.

Raymond had you pinned to his mattress; his cock buried balls deep inside of your dripping cunt moments after he guided you inside his home.

“Shit, look at you,” he purred before he claimed your lips in a heated kiss. “I could get used to having you like this. Underneath me, filled with my cock.” He kisses you again, softer this time. “Bare.”

He rocked his hips at a slow pace, dragging his thick cock along your walls. Raymond smirked as you dug your fingertips into his back.

“Raymond,” you whimpered his name. “Please.”

“Fuck, say my name again,” he buried his face in your neck to nip at your soft spot. “Now,” Raymond growled your name and gave you a particularly hard thrust. “Sweetness.”

“Raymond.”

“Again,” he snapped his hips into yours. “NOW!”

“RAYMOND!” You screamed his name on the top of your lungs. “RAYMOND!” You chanted it like a prayer. “Please.”

“Fucking take it,” Raymond whispered in your ear. “You’re meant to lie underneath me, my cock in your sweet pussy.” He slowly fucked into you, taking his time to enjoy having you again. “All I was thinking about was your cunt. I could smell you on me all day.”

Your arousal coated his cock with every thrust. It soaked the sheets underneath you, ruining the fine fabric you admired before you ended up on his bed.

“You’re mine now,” he threatened his voice a deep growl as he kept on fucking you into the mattress. “Say it.”

He stopped moving and stared at you underneath him. “Say it!”

“’m yours, Ray…”

He kissed you again, sweet but dirty. His tongue delved into your mouth, tasting the strawberries you ate earlier. “Yes. Fuck.” You started to clench around him and tremble underneath Raymond. “Please.”

“Ohhh…fuck,” he thrusted into you, ignoring that you cried out his name. Raymond simply fucked you through your high, rhythm never faltering as you threw your head left and right. It sounded cliché, or like bad porn. But right at that moment it was all you could do because he just felt too good inside of your body. “That’s it.”

“Come inside of me, please,” you pleaded. “NOW!”

Fuck…He thought and exploded inside of your quivering cunt. Raymond didn’t stop. He trusted in and out of you, making an even bigger mess of his sheets.

“That was,” you sighed when he slipped out of you to lie next to you. Raymond panted, and you patted his chest when he gasped for air.

“I know, sweetness.”

“Thank you for making my vacation much more interesting,” you laughed as he crawled back on top of you to kiss you softly and gently.

“Thank you for making my shitty week better.”

“You’re very welcome, Mr. Smith.”

His shower was amazing. Just like the rest of his home. It was huge, and the rain showerhead was something else.

Not that you got the chance to enjoy it much. The warm water barely had the time to run down your body before Raymond was all over you again.

He stood behind you to nip at your earlobe with his teeth. His skilled hands cupped your tits, and you fell back against his chest.

“Still not enough?” He chuckled at your words. “You're insatiable.

“You’re just too cute to ignore.” He watched you turn around to cup his face to kiss him. “What are you up to, sweetness?”

“I’d love to fuck you again,” you purred his name and ran your hands over his chest. “What are you up to?”

Raymond smirked, and you knew you were in for a rougher treatment. He twirled you around, barking orders at you. “Hands against the wall.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You’re playing with fire,” he was on you again, to manipulate your body. He gripped your hip with one hand and guided his weeping cock into your dripping pussy. “But I’ll not stop you from being a perfect little cockslut for me.”

You hissed but welcomed his length like an old friend. “You feel too good inside of me, is all.”

“Yeah,” he kissed your neck. “How good? Good enough to spend the rest of your vacation with me.”

“Yes.” You said without hesitation. To hell with your friends, sightseeing, and biscuits. All you wanted to do is spend time impaled on Raymond’s cock.

“I knew it,” he breathed into your neck. “You’re perfect.”

Raymond nipped at your neck while slinging his arms around your waist. “My little lost tourist.” He slowly but steadily pumped into you. “Lucky me getting inside this sweet body.”

“Oh, yes,” The warm water gently rained down on you and Raymond, and your wet bodies slid easily against one another. “Fuck, please.”

“Same, sweetness,” he growled as you started to push back onto his length. Raymond was close to losing all control. He pressed you against the wall, pumping into you with all the strength he had left in him.

You slammed the palms of your hand against the shower wall feeling your high ripple through your body. You were panting heavily, and your knees buckled when he emptied himself inside of you.

“No, you don’t understand,” Raymond grunted into the phone. He watched you turn around in your sleep to snuggle into his pillow. “I want you to tell me where to pick her things up. Y/N wants to spend the rest of her vacation with me, not you.”

He groaned as your friends bombarded him with questions. His patience was wearing thin, and he was close to sending one of his problem solvers to get your belongings.

“Listen, all you need to know is that she’s safe with me. No…I won’t send you a picture of her.” Cursing loudly, he looked at you.

“Give me the phone,” you yawned, and rubbed your tired eyes. “They won’t believe you, Ray.”

“Fine,” he handed you your phone, waiting for you to confirm that he’s not some psycho kidnapper holding you hostage. Even though, his cock twitched when he imagined keeping you at his home forever.

“Janice, relax,” you tried to calm your friend. “I met Raymond two days ago at the bar. Yeah, where you left me all alone. We met again at a café, and I spent the last two days with him at his home. I texted and called you, but you didn’t answer so, I believed you don’t give a shit about me and if I’m still alive.”

Janice muttered into the phone, but you didn’t care. You told her to pack your things and hand them to whoever Raymond will send to them.

One week later you sat on his couch, snuggled into one of the blankets he offered to you. “You’ve got a nice home,” you said and smiled. It pained you that in not a week you had to leave this wonderful place and the man owning it. “Maybe I can come back here one day.”

“Or,” he sat down next to you and placed his hand on your thigh, “I just keep you here forever.” Raymond nuzzled his face in your neck. “I heard you quit your job, left your boyfriend, and are looking for adventure.”

“What? I-“ you spluttered. “How did you find out?”

“Your friends are rather talkative,” he shrugged and moved his hand between your legs. “I got a big home, and a good job waiting for you. I know this is sudden, but I’d love to keep you around. What do you say?”

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the assistant ~ raymond smith;the gentlemen

word count: 2600

request?: no

description: in which mickey hires a new assistant to help out with his business, and his right hand man finds himself falling in love

pairing: raymond smith x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of violence

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Baby Halstead | JAY HALSTEAD

⚠️ THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY MAIN BLOG @/DLMLUFICS. UNFORTUNATELY, I HAVE TO DO IT THIS WAY. MORE INFO IN MY PINNED POST.

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Request: From Anon

Fic Type: Blurb

Prompt: “Baby, I don’t get down on my knees for anyone but you.”

Warnings: Late stages of Pregnancy.

Word Count: 778

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“Hey!” Y/N calls out to the bullpen as she reaches the top of the stairs, somewhat out of breath, both hands on her large pregnant belly.

“Hi!” Kim greets her heavily pregnant partner with excitement. “You look like you’re going to pop.”

“I feel like I’m about to, even though she’s got three more weeks in here,” she breathes, a faint smile on her face. As excited as she is for this baby and wanting nothing more than to be able hold her daughter in her arms, she is ready for this pregnancy and all of its aches and pains to be over. "And, before I forget, I want to thank you for the baby and mommy baskets.“

"Don’t worry about it,” Kim says with a smile.

“Please tell me there’s not much longer to go,” Adam says as he walks out of the little kitchen area, his eyes pleading with her and he gives her a quick hug. Kim leads her to Jay’s desk and helps her sit in his chair; her desk is currently occupied by her stand-in until she returns to work in a few months.

“We need you back as soon as possible. It’s becoming increasingly difficult to keep Jay in line,” he adds just as Jay walks up the stairs.

Jay shoots him a glare before noticing Y/N seated at his desk. “What are you doing here? I thought the doctors told you to rest.”

“They did, but I wanted to see everyone before the baby arrives and she gets all the attention,” she laughs as her husband walks over to her. “I wanted some fresh air as well. The apartment was starting to feel stuffy.”

He looks at her with concern, “You feeling okay?

"I promise, Jay, I’m okay,” she assures him.

They went to the hospital last week, assuming she was going into labor early. But, once the doctor determined it was Braxton Hicks, she was sent home. She still experiences Braxton hicks contractions, but they are not as severe as when she went to the hospital. Both she and Jay were tense, waiting for the fake contractions to evolve into real ones. Because of the way their daughter has been moving constantly, as if she’s restless and eager to come out, Y/N believes she’ll be born before her due date.

“Now, please calm your daughter down,” she pleads as she takes his hands and places them on her belly.

Jay kneels in front of her, and as soon as his hands touch her, their daughter’s movements ease significantly, allowing Y/N to rest for a minute. Baby Halstead has always recognised her father’s touch. He was the only one who could get her to calm down, and if he wasn’t there, it was the silky smooth sounds of Jazz streaming through the headphones she’d drape over her belly. Y/N could tell right away that their first born is going to be a big time daddy’s girl.

“You know, I haven’t seen you on your knees since you proposed to me,” she quips, placing her hands over his as his thumbs caress her large bump. “I enjoy seeing you like this.”

“Baby, I don’t get down on my knees for anyone but you,” he scoffs, smiling up at her. “And maybe our daughter.”

She smiles back and says, “She’s going to have you so tightly wrapped around her finger.”

“Just like her mom,” he comments as he stands up and kisses her.

“Could you kindly help her mom up so she can go get something to eat before heading home?” she asks.

Jay helps her stand up and kisses her again before letting her go so she can say goodbye to everyone while he asks Hank if he can take an hour to get something to eat with her and make sure she gets home safely. Hank allows him. He helps her down the stairs and into the car before getting into the drivers seat.

“You didn’t have to do this, baby,” she reminds him as he drives to the bakery she’s become a regular at since getting pregnant.

“Yes, I did,” he responds, glancing at her quickly before looking back to the road. “I have to make sure my wife and child get home safely.”

“And it is one of the many reasons why I love you,” she says with a smile.

“I love you too,” he says, taking her hand in his and kissing the back of it as they come to a halt at a stop sign. “And Baby Halstead.”

“We really need to decide on a name for her,” she chuckles. “Before she’s forever known as Baby Halstead.”

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I'm Late | Jay Halstead

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Request: From anon

Fic Type: Imagine. Can be read as a prequel to Baby Halstead

Prompt: "You're my voice of reason but right now I need you to shut up."

Warnings: Mentions of feeling sick, period talk, pregnancy.

Word Count: 1,921

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As Y/N studies the file Trudy handed her as soon as she entered the station, she is slouched over with her elbows resting on her desk and her fingers massaging her temple. She finds it difficult to focus on the written words on the papers, and the more she tries the worse her nausea and headache becomes.

Jay ends their conversation with Atwater about their weekend plans and turns to face his girlfriend when she doesn't respond to a question, he's asked her. His face furrowed into a worried expression. She didn't look well last night and this morning, her mood was all over the place, and she had been strangely quiet since they had their morning shower together.

"Are you okay?" he asks after he gets her attention.

"I'm fine," she sighs as she shoots up from her chair and rushes out of the bullpen and into the restroom, a wave of nausea washing over her once more.

Jay wasn't the only person who noticed the odd shift in Y/N. He steps out from behind his desk as Kim gets up from hers, assuring him she'll go check on her. As he sits down, he nods, silently thanking her. His concern for his fiancée has him unable to concentrate on the file in front of him. He leans back in his chair, monitoring the entrance, nervously chewing his cheek, and tapping his pen against his knee as he waits for her to return.

Y/N is slumped over one of the toilets in the restroom, unsure if the bile in her stomach will come up. She shuts her eyes and wills her stomach to stop churning and her head to stop spinning.

"Y/N?" From the doorway, Kim's quiet voice can be heard.

She stands up and braces herself against the cubicle's metal walls as her head spins, calling out to her from the end stall, "In here."

"Are you sure you're alright?" Kim asks, her expression apprehensive. In comparison to five minutes ago, Y/N looks worse. She nods her head before swinging her head side to side. The brunette detective steps forward to comfort her. "What's wrong?"

She informs her, "I'm late."

"Late?" Kim questions her. When Y/N gives her a look, Kim's eyes widen in surprise. "How late are you?"

"About 2 to 3 weeks," she responds, recalling last night when she realized her period was late. She never kept track of it, but every month, give or take a few days, she always got it around the same time. However, it was never this late.

She first reasoned with herself that she might not have remembered having it two weeks earlier since she's been so preoccupied with work, the upcoming wedding, and the drama going on between her parents. But then she remembered back to seven weeks ago. She'd gotten her period the Monday before her, and Jay went away for the weekend. She was down to her last two sanitary items when it ended the Friday morning they left for the cabin. She made a note in her phone to get more when her period started next. That Friday night and Saturday had been spent mostly in bed and there might have been one time they forgot to be careful.

"Do you believe you might be?"

"Maybe. I'm not sure," She breathes.

"Have you spoken with Jay?"

Shaking her head, Y/N "It might just be pre-wedding jitters, right? When you're under pressure, periods can be late."

"Is Jay still going out with Will tonight?" Kim enquiries.

She nods, "He is. Will said something about it being bachelor party business."

"Well then, how about a girls' night at your place?" Kim suggests. "I'll provide the snacks and pregnancy tests, and you can order some pizza and choose the movies."

"I don't have a choice, do I?" Y/N asks, looking at her anxiously.

"Hell no," Kim smiles.

She asks jokingly, "What would I do without you, Kim Burgess?"

"Crash and burn," Kim responds. "This is what best friends and work partners are for. Now, let's get back out there before Jay bursts in with guns blazing."

Kim leads Y/N out of the restroom, then let's go of her when they reach the bullpen. Jay is still waiting warily at his desk when Y/N approaches him. Her legs are crossed in front of her as she leans on his desk with her arms folded across her chest.

Looking up at her with the same deeply concerned blue eyes as before, he asks, "Everything okay?"

"I've got a headache but it's finally going away," she tells him, and it's not a lie. "Kim is coming over tonight while you're out with Will. Bachelorette party business."

"You know, we could disappoint them both, forgo the bachelor/bachelorette parties, and just spend the night together, just the two of us," he proposes, a hopeful look in his eyes. Jay is still unaware of his brother's plans for his party, and a part of him is afraid to find out.

"And rob them of their duties as best man and maid of honor?" she asks, smiling and feeling considerably better than a few minutes ago. For the time being, she pushes her possible pregnancy to the back of her mind as they focus on wedding talk. "We'd break their little hearts, and I don't think I can handle Kim staring at me with those puppy eyes."

He concurs with her, saying, "I don't think I can handle seeing them too."

She reassures him, "It was a wonderful suggestion, though. Perfect even."

He smiles again, this time with a mischievous glimmer in his eye, "Maybe next time."

"Next time?" she asks, pretending to be upset, knowing he was joking with her. "Honey, I may not be the first person you said, 'I do' with, but I'm damn sure going to be the last."

He chuckles, "I meant in 40 years when we renew our vows, and the kids are all grown up."

Her smile falters a little at the mention of kids. Jay catches it, but Hank exits his office with a piece of paper in his hand before he can say anything.

"Halstead, Upton, I need you two to go check out this person," he orders, handing Hailey the piece of paper.

"I love you. Be safe," Y/N instructs Jay as he gets up and puts his jacket on. It was something the two of them say often before they leave the district without each other.

"I love you too and I will," he responds, kissing her lips briefly before following Hailey down the stairs. Y/N returns to the file on her desk, now that she can focus better on it.

Later on in the evening, Y/N sat by herself on the couch as she awaited Jay's return from his night out with his brother. Before Kim and Hailey, whom Y/N had invited when she and Jay returned to the district, forced her into the bathroom, she managed to spend a significant portion of the night avoiding the two pregnancy test boxes that were sitting on the kitchen counter. Hailey didn't require much persuasion once Kim explained what was going on; she immediately agreed to whatever Kim had planned. It was a two-on-one situation, and Y/N regretted agreeing with Kim's plans for tonight.

Just as they were about to find out the results, Jay called Y/N to let her know he was on his way back home. Kim and Hailey both agreed that they should leave so that she could talk to Jay alone but made Y/N promise to keep them in the loop. After the two left, Y/N became too anxious to look at the tests herself and left them sitting on a paper towel beside the bathroom sink.

It felt like an eternity passed before she heard Jay's key in the lock and the door opening. She stands up and moves around the coffee table to meet him halfway.

"Hey, can we talk?" she asks him, her voice wavering with nerves.

"Yeah. What's up?" he asks, the bright smile on his handsome face fading as he takes in her nervous appearance and voice.

Biting the inside of her cheek, her head is flooded with 100 different ways she can bring up the pregnancy tests in the bathroom. She starts rubbing her hands together, to give them something to do and to stop herself from pacing a hole in the floor. She's never felt so anxious about telling someone something before.

"Talk to me," he gently tells her when she remains quiet, too far inside her own head. Jay looks at her worried and takes her hands into his. He strokes the back of her hands with his thumb, calming her slightly. "What's going on? Did something happen tonight? Are you feeling sick again? Did your headache come back? Are you-" he begins to ramble only to be cut off by her finding her voice again.

"I love you so much, Jay. I really do. You're my best friend, the love of my life and," Y/N starts, her voice thick with nerves. "You're my voice of reason but right now I need you to shut up."

"What's going on?" he asks, letting her words roll off him. "You've been acting weird since last night."

Her mind blanks as she tries to find the words to tell him that on top of becoming a husband in a month's time, that he almost might possibly be a dad also and the tests to determine whether he will be a dad or not are currently on the bathroom counter waiting to be looked at.

Getting an idea, she hurries into the bathroom, leaving Jay standing there confused by her actions. He doesn't recall a time that he's seen her like this, ever, and to say he isn't concerned would be the biggest understatement of the century.

She comes back holding the test in her hands and tells him, "I can't bring myself to look at them."

The look on his face turns from one of concern to a look of surprise. "It would explain a lot."

She nods agreeing with him as she sits on their couch. He moves to sit next to her. "If the tests are positive, the only thing that's going to change is that we're going to be parents."

"And if they're not?"

"Then we can try when we've settled into married life."

"I love you," she says looking at him, still avoiding looking at the tests.

"I love you too," he smiles, kissing her softly. He takes one of the pregnancy tests from her, "Ready?"

She nods again. They both look at the tests in their hands, both having the two small pink lines come up.

"Looks like we're getting married and having a baby," Jay says looking at the test in her hands, seeing that one is also positive.

Y/N looks at him, seeing a small smile on his face. "Are you okay with that?"

"When I proposed, I said I wanted to do it all with you and that included starting a family. It's just happening a little sooner than we expected. So, I'm more than okay with that."

"How did I get so lucky?" she smiles lovingly at him.

"I ask myself that every day," he says kissing her again, his hand moving to her belly. "You're going to make an amazing mom."

She covers his hand with hers, her smile growing, "And you're going to be an incredible dad."

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married man | j. halstead

request:Can you do a Jay Halstead x Reader. They are both married and have a child together. The child just started pre-k or kindergarten and since the reader is heavily pregnant Jay has been dropping off and picking up their kid. And maybe like the single moms are flirting with Jay since they think he might be a single dad but they get surprised when the reader picks the kid one day after giving birth.

pairing: established (married) fem!reader x jay halstead

word count: 1.75k

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a/n: dad!jay dad!jay dad!jay !!!!! they have a little boy (his name is dylan) and a newborn girlie (what should her name be)

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Grumbling as the alarm went off, you blindly reached over and whacked Jay on the chest. “Why’s it have to be so loud?”

Jay chuckled, silencing his phone’s alarm. “It’s not even that loud, babe.”

You glared at him through narrow eyes. “If I wasn’t about to pop right now I’d give you a piece of my mind.”

Letting out a hearty laugh, Jay got out of bed and folded his portion of the comforter back up, trapping the heat for you. “Only a few more weeks, babe. Then you’ll be able to move without having to pee every two seconds.”

You slowly followed Jay, yawning and rubbing the nine-month bump as you headed into the kitchen to package your son’s lunch.

He had recently started kindergarten, and loved telling you and Jay about all his escapades with his classmates as he learned different things.

“I could’ve done that, you didn’t have to get up.” Jay said, popping a capsule into the coffee machine and starting it.

Shrugging, you zipped the lunchbox closed and set it next to the matching blue backpack, one hand going to rub at the sore spot on your back. “I knew I wasn’t going to be able to fall back to sleep.”

Jay noticed, and his hands slowly made their way to the exact spot that bothered you in your first pregnancy. “Who do you thinks going to ask me out today, hm?”

Laughing softly, you clicked your tongue at Jay. “You really enjoy that, don’t you? Miss getting hit on?”

Jay shook his head. “Don’t miss it one bit. Just enjoy seeing those soccer moms think their whispers are quiet.”

A few weeks ago Jay had mentioned that some of the moms at drop-off had been talking about Jay, commenting on his lack of wedding band and no significant other ever at drop off or pick up.

“Momma, when will you go to school with me?” Dylan asked, your son finally making his appearance in his pajamas.

“Soon, little bug. Once Little Sister is here, I’ll drop you off with Daddy some days.”

Dylan frowned. “Can Sissy come now?”

You huffed, wanting nothing more than to deliver the weight that seemed to be constantly on your bladder. “I wish, but I think she needs a few more weeks.”

Jay smiled into his coffee cup, phone chiming with a text from Hailey. “Come on, Dyl. Let’s get dressed so you can show your friends your new shoes.”

Dylan beamed at the thought, and followed Jay back to his room, leaving you alone in the warm kitchen. The aroma of coffee lingered as you found a chair to rest in, hand absently tracing circles over your distended belly.

A sigh of contentment escaped you; this was your world, and despite the groggy mornings and occasional aggravations - like trying to convince Dylan to brush his teeth properly - you wouldn’t change it for anything else. That was the beauty of family - it wasn’t always perfect, but it was yours. And that made all the imperfections precious in their own odd way.

The sound of Jay's voice pulled you from your thoughts as he asked Dylan to choose between two shirts. You smiled, knowing how seriously your little boy took these morning decisions. Sipping on some water and slowly standing up, you decided to start breakfast.

The scent of eggs and bacon soon filled the room, joining the still lingering coffee aroma. Dylan would be excited; he loved his simple morning breakfasts. As you were flipping an egg, Jay returned with Dylan in tow. Their matching grins caught your eye.

“What are you two up to?” You questioned playfully, adjusting your hold on your bump.

“Nothing,” they both chimed in unison, their grins growing even wider.

“Okay,” you drew out the first syllable, grabbing a plate and moving the eggs for Dylan to eat, blowing on them as you cut them into pieces.

“Eat, then Daddy will bring you to school.” You smiled, cracking a few more eggs and grabbing a tortilla and the toppings you knew Jay liked, quickly making a breakfast wrap for him.

Wrapping it in foil, you smiled to yourself as you heard Jay helping Dylan put on his sneakers.

“Ok, we gotta go, Little Man! Go give Momma a kiss.”

Dylan skipped over to you, wrapping his little arms around your legs, promising you he’d come home with a drawing to put in the nursery.

Thanking him, you smiled at Jay as he grabbed the wrap and his badge, stopping to press a kiss to your forehead. “Take it easy today, babe.”

“I will. Go break hearts and catch perps, Jay.”

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Jay hid his eye roll as he followed Dylan to the drop off location, ignoring the looks from the few single mothers nearby.

“I mean, who in their right mind wouldn’t grab that ass? He’s such a good dad, too.”

Jay overheard one of the mothers and shook his head, stifling a laugh. He still found it amusing and somewhat flattering to know that he was the topic of their little gossip circle. But he also knew firmly where his heart lay - at home with you and Dylan, and soon, your new little girl.

As Dylan scampered off towards his classroom, he turned to Jay with a big grin. "Daddy, do you think I can tell Mrs. Johnson about Sissy coming soon?"

Jay bent down to his level, ruffling his hair affectionately. "Of course, buddy. I'm sure she will be thrilled to hear it."

At that moment, a pair of giggling women walked by, shooting him suggestive glances over their shoulders. He merely smiled politely before turning away.

Arriving back at the car, Jay pulled out his phone and saw a text from you: Feeling better now that the house is empty. How did drop off go?

He quickly typed back: Smooth as always. He's telling all his teachers about his soon-to-be little sister.

Satisfied, he started the vehicle and headed towards the precinct. His phone chimed again with your response: That's my boy! Take care at work, Jay.

He chuckled as he imagined you grinning at your phone, feet kicked up on the coffee table even though you often chided him for doing the same thing.

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The routine didn’t shift for the next few weeks, but the gossiping mothers were surprised when Dylan was dropped off by Will one day, Jay at the hospital where you were currently resting with the newest addition to the family.

“Uncle Will, can we see Momma and Sissy after school?” Dylan asked, tugging on his uncle’s hand.

"Of course, buddy," Will replied with a soft smile, watching as Dylan's face lit up with joy. "I bet they can't wait to see you."

Once Dylan scampered off towards his classroom, Will indulged in a moment of silence. He was used to the emergency room's relentless noise and bustle, so the unfamiliar hush of the school yard in the early morning was a welcome respite. A group of mothers were huddled together, shooting glances his way. Perhaps he was becoming part of their gossip routine now too - he silently hoped otherwise.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Jay could barely tear his gaze away from you sleeping peacefully, the tiny bundle in his arms a testament to your strength and love. His heart swelled in his chest at the sight; you looked more beautiful than ever, your face radiating an exhausted but blissful glow as your daughter, their daughter, clung onto his finger with her small hand.

Just then, she stirred awake and let out a soft whimper which turned into a loud wail. He quickly got up and started to gently rock her, not wanting her cries to disturb your much-needed rest.

“Hey there, little princess,” he cooed softly as he bounced her gently in his arms. “Let’s not wake Mommy up now.”

After a few minutes of gentle rocking and hushed lullabies - Jay trying his best to remember the ones you sung to Dylan when he was an infant, the baby quieted down, blue eyes peering up at her father.

“Hi, munchkin. You already have half of Chicago’s first responders wrapped around your finger.” He whispered, soft smile at his lips as he thought back to the replies from his team when he sent the photo of the baby in the group chat.

"The other half is itching to meet you. Just wait until Uncle Will gets a hold of you. You're going to be spoiled rotten." He laughed softly, mindlessly tracing a finger over his daughter's tiny forehead.

His phone buzzed where he had left it on the bedside table. It was a message from Will letting him know that Dylan had been dropped off at school and asking if they could come by after school to see the baby.

Jay's heart swelled, even more, knowing his son was equally excited about his little sister's arrival. Jay quickly typed a response, assuring Will they would be more than happy to have visitors later in the day.

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The day passed in a flurry of nurses checking vitals and bringing meals, phone calls from family and friends, and quiet moments spent marveling over their newest addition. Dylan was bursting with energy when Will brought him by after school, his wide eyes taking in everything with an infectious excitement that had everyone in the room smiling.

"Momma, Sissy is really small!" Dylan whispered in awe as he approached the bed, carefully peering over the edge of the bassinet.

You chuckled at his innocent observation as Jay helped him climb up onto the bed to get a better look. "Yes, she is," you agreed with a fond smile. "You were that small, too, Little Man!”

Dylan looked at you with wide eyes, shaking his head. “Nuh-uh!”

“Mhmm!” You replied, fixing his shirt as he squirmed to get another look at his sister.

“When can you and Sissy come to school?” He asked, looking at you.

Jay laughed quietly, and you looked at your husband. “Soon, Dyl.”

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Two weeks later, you consoled the crying baby as Jay helped Dylan put his backpack on. “Can Sissy come meet Mrs. Johnson?”

Shaking your head, you carefully strapped the little girl into her carrier, softly rubbing her cheek. “Not yet. Maybe during the spring concert, but she’s still too little.”

Jay stood up and grabbed his keys. “She can help Momma and Daddy drop you off, though. That sound good?”

Dylan’s face lit up at the thought. “Yeah! Everyone will get to see her!” He jumped excitedly before Jay guided him out the door.

Satisfied with your successful early morning, you carried the baby carrier to the car and buckled it in securely at the back seat. Moving around was still a little tough for you but you were slowly getting the hang of things. You climbed into the passenger side, glancing back at Dylan who was squirming in his seat with anticipation.

The drive to the school was filled with Dylan's non-stop chatter about what he was going to show his little sister. Jay had a soft smile on his face as he listened to his son, occasionally glancing at you in admiration and shared joy.

Once they arrived in front of the school, Dylan unbuckled himself and carefully opened your car door for you. “Be careful, Momma!” He cautioned, making Jay chuckle as he followed behind with his son’s backpack.

You smiled, letting Jay go ahead with Dylan so he wasn’t late, working to unstrap your daughter’s carrier so Dylan could see her one last time before he was in school.

“Jay, haven’t seen you the last few days. Is everything okay?” One of the mothers who had tried to hit on Jay asked, faux worry on her face.

Jay wore a smile as he turned to the woman, Dylan's hand tucked safely in his own as they made their way toward the school entrance. "Yeah, everything’s great, actually. My wife just gave birth to our second child," he responded casually, nodding his head towards the car where you were carefully lifting the baby carrier.

The woman blinked in surprise before offering a tight-lipped smile, "Oh, I didn’t know... congratulations."

"Thanks," Jay replied with a nod before turning his attention back to Dylan whose bundle of excitement was barely contained. As Jay opened the door for him to enter he looked into the bright eyes of his son and smiled reassuringly, "You ready?"

Dylan nodded eagerly, already tugging on his father's hand to drag him inside. Jay followed docilely, striding up the hallway towards Dylan's classroom.

Meanwhile, you were still out by the car, struggling slightly with the baby carrier that seemed to weigh even more than your now two-week-old daughter. A few mothers noticed and stepped forward to help you, their faces lighting up at the sight of the infant bundled up against the cold.

"Oh she's absolutely adorable!" One woman cooed, and you recognized her from when Jay was telling you how one of them started to wear low-cut tops after he started doing drop off duty.

You walked with them to the doors, smile brightening when you saw Jay and Dylan at the door, the young boy wanting to say goodbye to his sister.

“Bye, Sissy! Bye, Momma!” Dylan smiled, giving his sister a kiss and hugging your legs, unaware that his farewells caused the mothers who had walked with you to gasp lightly.

Jay’s smile widened at Dylan's display of affection, ruffling his son's hair gently, "Alright, champ. We’ll pick you up later. Have a great day at school."

Dylan nodded eagerly before disappearing into the bustling school building with his teacher. The remaining mothers turned to you, their surprised expressions replaced by warm, slender smiles as they admired your little girl.

Back in the car, you laughed as Jay started the ignition. “Think I felt the daggers from some of the moms when they found out you’re married.”

Jay snorted, turning back to the road to your house. “Well, that or when they found out we have great sex. Either way, watch your back, babe.”

You gawked at Jay’s remark, hitting him in the chest. “Jay! Your daughter is listening!”

“Oh, she’ll hear worse when Ruz babysits her." ------ a/n: send requests if you wanna!!

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A/N: The engagement fic is finally here! Thank you for being patient. This is a lengthy one! ◡̈

Jack helped you onto the private jet, grabbing your hand with his free one as you walked up the narrow steps. Things between the two of you had been a lot more calm now that you had your own place and had settled into it.

Neelam, Chris, Urban, and Clay were already seated and ready to leave when you two had finally boarded.

“Aubrey really hooked us up!” You giggled as you looked around the private jet at the custom leather interior. You had never been on a private jet before and were blown away at the opportunity presenting itself.

“Aubrey huh?” He let out an unamused chuckle knowing you only called him that to garner his attention making both Clay and Urban laugh to themselves too knowing how territorial Jack could get over you.

“Aubs. Aubrey. Drizzy didn’t tell you we are on a first-name basis?” You giggled as you sat down in your seat with Jack beside you. He seemed tense, flexing his jaw as you two took your seats. You noticed he seemed off all morning, wondering if he hadn’t been sleeping much. You knew he wasn’t used to taking time off, and had been incredibly overwhelmed lately chalking it up to that.

“You know I was joking right?” You reassured him leaning over to him and taking his hand in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze of reassurance. “What time did you get to bed last night? I don’t remember waking up when you got in” Your face wore a look of concern that he knew too well.

His demeanor changed quickly, not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention to himself. “Yeah, you were out cold! Snoring and all” he teased squeezing your ticklish knee and making you jump, you felt your cheeks get warm as the rest of the jet crew giggled along at you both.

Neelam was on ring duty, she had checked her bag dozens of times, worried the ring box had suddenly grown a pair of legs and gone missing. It wasn’t until Jack had given her a look of disapproval that she realized it might be obvious of her.

Looking back at everyone’s behavior this day was something you had taken note of later but in the moment you had no idea that this trip was going to significantly change your life.

••••

Jack had rented a romantic oceanfront private villa for the two of you, while everyone else stayed in another nearby.

“Baby, this is beautiful” You were nearly speechless as Jack set your bags down in the room.

“You like it?” He hid his enormous smile behind his hand. “I was hoping you would.”

“I love it!” You smiled as you took the room in, you had stayed in a lot of hotels with Jack but this was by far the best.

You were just getting settled when he pretended to receive a text, reading it out loud only hoping you wouldn’t want to look at his phone to verify. “Something came up. Hope everyone still has a good time” Jack clicked his tongue, pretending to be upset as he threw his head back.

“He’s not coming?” You scanned Jack's face for reaction, wondering if he was going to change his mind about being on vacation.

“Guess not, but that means we have more time to ourselves” Jack grabbed you by the waist and pulled you onto the bed, hovering above you as you lay underneath him. Drake had never planned on coming, he helped Jack with the private jet but otherwise, it was a ruse to get you here but that was a story he’d tell you much later.

“What about the song though?” You looked up at him, your eyes set on his lips as you waited for him to lean down and kiss you.

He shrugged before he kissed you, hoping it would also distract you from asking more questions as his stomach was already in knots. He was trying his best to keep you from noticing but it didn’t help that you knew him a little too well.

“Let’s not talk about work. Do you want to try out that pool?” Jack got up from the bed to open the blinds revealing the private pool on your patio.

“Thee Jack Harlow is willingly getting in a pool? Someone alert TMZ” you teased as you followed him to the window, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaving kisses on his bare back.

“I’m on vacation mode now” he blushed, trying to find ways to pass the time, knowing he only had to successfully get through the next few hours.

As you got changed into your bathing Jack sent a quick text to Clay, who was on “Layla duty.” Jack knew you’d want her there and she agreed to FaceTime your family who couldn’t make it in person. Hiding that from you was giving him excruciating anxiety and a wicked stomachache.

“I’m going to get in babe!” He rushed outside trying to hide his nerves, even when his voice cracked a bit.

“Okay, I’ll be right there!” You fixed your hair a final time before following him outside. He was leaning against the lip of the pool with his back toward you, looking at the ocean. You decided to snap a quick picture of him for memories sake before joining him in the heated pool.

“This feels so good” You playfully splashed him as you got in making him shutter as he didn’t expect the water to hit him, droplets dragging down his back.

“Don’t start. I’ll take us both underwater” he warned with a smile as you wrapped your legs around him. The two of you bobbed around in the pool together for a bit.

“Thank you for this” you sighed, looking over at the start of a sunset, his eyes still on you, taking in your beauty.

“For what?” He hummed, still distracted.

“Everything” You took his face into your hands, leaning in for a kiss. His kisses felt more desperate than usual, he was noticeably breathing hard in between, as his hands explored your backside.

“I love you, you know that?” He whispered as you kissed him once more.

“I love you too handsome. How long do we have until dinner?” You wondered what his urgency was about, your intuition telling you something was going on with him.

“Oh shit! Dinner” he pretended to forget, leaning over to grab his phone and check the time. He put his acting skills to the test, pretending to be frustrated by something he read on his phone. “Urban needs my help with something, while you shower I’ll go see what he wants” he rolled his eyes hoping to really sell it.

“Don’t you need to shower?” You laughed, wondering why he was so jittery, watching as he quickly changed into a lounge set of clothes.

“I’ll just take one in Urbans room” he shrugged, his mouth suddenly drier than usual. He gave you a fast kiss before you could ask any other questions and rushed out of the room letting you get ready.

Jack had rushed over to the restaurant he rented out meeting Layla, Urban, Clay, and his managers, Chris and Neelam. The color was completely gone from Jack's face as Layla gave him a big hug, she could feel the nerves radiating off of him.

“Hey! It’s going to be fine. It’s going to be amazing” Layla held his arm and made sure to make eye contact.

Jack nervously swallowed, “I know! I’m just— this is all happening so fast. Neelam, do you have the ring?”

Neelam nodded, showing Jack the ring box to ease his mind.

Clay and Urban exchanged looks, a quiet understanding from both of them. They knew Jack had never known a love like this. You had completely changed his life and on top of his career budding and growing at a rapid speed it was overwhelming but in the best of ways and sometimes that was intimidating.

Jack had arranged a beach-view dinner with a floral walkway, the finishing touches were almost complete, he just wanted to make sure he put a hand in it. He had placed the shimmery silver tablecloth on the table with shaky hands. He moved the flower arrangements and candlelight to where he saw fit, standing back and admiring the large three-foot-tall “Marry Me?” marquee sign he had paid way too much for.

Clay walked over to his older brother laying a hand on his shoulder as Jack turned to him and smiled. “You’re still FaceTiming Mom and Dad right?” Jack needed to be reassured that everyone knew their duties.

“Yeah, and Layla is calling Y/N’s family when it’s time. Don’t worry” Clay smiled knowing that would be the follow-up question.

“What if after all this she says no? Wouldn’t that be wild?” He smirked as his eyes widened to show he was only joking.

A boisterous laugh escaped from Jack, it was what he needed to lighten the mood.

He was worried that for some reason you might say no, and he had no idea why. You had spent the last year and some change talking about this exact moment, late nights intertwined in bed as you spoke about future kid's names and plans for the both of you. A part of him felt like he didn’t deserve you, he didn’t deserve a love like this on top of all his other major successes. Why was he so lucky? Why him?

“But seriously bro, I’m happy for you” Clay and Jack weren’t usually emotional with one another but he knew this was a special circumstance.

“Thanks, Clay, that means a lot” The two of them walked back into the restaurant as everyone was talking amongst each other.

“I just need to go shower and then it’s go time.”

Urban handed him his key card to his villa. “Your suit is in the closet, cologne on the counter.”

Neelam handed him the ring box, Jack thanked her before turning to the room. “I’ll text Layla when we are walking this way. Thank you guys” he left quickly, worried you were growing suspicious.

As soon as Jack left the room everyone started to discuss the events that would follow. Clay, Urban and Layla sat at the bar together while Neelam and Chris talked about logistics.

“I can’t believe my best friend is getting engaged” Layla broke the awkward silence before ordering herself a fruity mixed drink.

“Same” Urban mumbled as he looked through his camera settings to make sure he was prepared for the dark lighting. He wasn’t sure how to act around Layla, the feelings he had for her still confused him and now that she was seemingly going to be around for the rest of his life he didn’t want to complicate things more.

“I always thought I’d get married first if I’m being honest” Clay laughed as he threw back a shot of tequila.

“Same” Urban repeated earning a slight smile from Layla.

Layla's phone chimed making the entire room come to a standstill as all eyes were eagerly on her.

“Jack said he’s going to the room now to get her and we should all get in position!”

••••

Jack was vague about dinner, telling you it would be formal wear and that was the only detail he was willing to share. You had recalled FaceTiming Layla for her opinions before committing to a dress, and now that it was on you, you knew you had made the right choice.

Your phone vibrated against the marble counter as you finished putting the finishing touches together, quickly clasping your necklace on before answering his call.

“Is it dinner time?” You were starving and ready to get the night going, earning a chuckle from your soon-to-be fiancé.

“Hello to you too!” He laughed into the phone once more. “I’m around the corner, are you ready?”

“Yeah! I’ll meet you down the hall!” You hung up, grabbing your key card and a small clutch before taking a final look at yourself in the mirror.

Jack was eager to see you, his heart nearly jumping out of his chest as you walked toward him and down the hallway. You were always breathtakingly beautiful to him, but knowing what tonight entailed made everything that much deeper.

He took you into his arms, before pulling back and making you do a twirl for him, you were wearing his favorite color and a pair of heels he had bought you recently.

“You look beautiful, as always” he hummed before leaning in to kiss you.

“You clean up very nice yourself. Something about this suit really brings out your pretty eyes” you playfully giggled as you took his clammy hand in yours.

He blushed at the compliment and was worried you could hear his heart beating, the thumping was ringing in his ears as he subtly patted his suit jacket for the ring.

When you got to the restaurant you noticed the ambiance immediately, dim and covered in flowers. Jack had beads of sweat forming on his forehead as your breath hitched. You noticed a few photos blown up of the two of you, from when you started dating to now.

“Oh my—“

Jack started to speak, as he continued to hold your hand. His voice was shaky but he knew it was now or never.

“As we enter the room you’re probably immediately aware of what’s going on.” A nervous pitchy giggle laced with emotions came from his chest.

He guided you down the walkway, speechless as you realized what was happening.

The moment was surreal, you felt like the wind had gotten knocked out of you, in the best way possible. Layla and Clay were waiting at the end of the walkway with their phones up, Layla waved to you as you held back tears.

“Oh my gosh, Layla! Hi,” your voice cracked earning small giggles from the room.

Urban was capturing photos of the two of you as Jack walked with you to stand in front of the marquee sign.

“Jackman- baby, is this real?” your voice trembled as you stood in front of him. He smiled and nodded before clearing his throat to speak.

“From the moment we met on that rooftop, I knew my life would be forever changed with you in it. People always talk about that immediate instantly feeling of knowing when you found your person and with all the blessings I’ve had in my life, I didn’t think I’d be one of the lucky ones until I met you.” A tear fell from his eye, that you instinctively wiped away as he continued to speak.

“Waking up next to you, makes me feel like the luckiest man in the world. Being with you has not only made me a better man but a better friend, son, artist, and person and hopefully I’ll be an amazing husband if you’ll have me. I want to choose you today and every day for the rest of my life.” His entire face was blushing, as you were fully crying now as he got on one knee.

“Yes! Yes!”

“Wait baby, let me ask the right way!” He couldn’t hold back his laughter as he pulled the ring out from his suit jacket pocket.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

You were ecstatic, your cheeks hurt from smiling, your eyes stung from crying and you couldn’t have said yes any faster if you tried.

“Yes! Of course, I’ll marry you!” You squealed as the room roared with clapping and cheering. Jack slid the ring on the correct ring finger, standing up to kiss you as fireworks went off in the distance.

“Holy shit, we’re getting married?” You gasped in shock as you took another look at your finger.

“We’re getting married” he nodded, knowing this feeling was indescribable and that you were in shock too.

“You’re my future husband” your voice cracked as you kissed him again, he used his thumb to wipe your tears as you pulled away.

“You’re my future wife” he repeated back to you as the two of you held eye contact, the room was full of noise and people you loved but for you both, it felt like it was only the two of you.

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Jack sat at his family kitchen table, nursing a warm mug of throat coat tea in his hands as he ran his shaky fingers through his tousled curls. He was using a mug that you had bought him for your one year anniversary, one of many gifts you had gotten him that day. He smiled looking down at it knowing you were beyond irritated with him right now it provided some comfort.

You’re going to mess this up, why can’t you juggle a relationship and your career? The thoughts swirled around in his brain, making him almost physically ill until the sound of his mother’s voice interrupted his thought process.

“Someone who loves me got me this mug” Maggie read out loud, a giggle escaping her as she knew her son was sitting in his regret. She overheard the argument between you two this morning, no matter how much you tried to keep your voice down Jack’s deep voice carried throughout the house. The pouty look on his face and prominent eye-bags were also an immediate tell.

“She’s pretty pissed at me so I thought I’d remind myself that she still loves me” he flashed her a fake smile, trying his best to make a joke out of the situation as he usually did.

“I can’t exactly blame her” Maggie spoke to her son in a soft tone, knowing he was already upset from the fight that the two of you had. “Where is she right now?”

“With Neelam, working on some stuff” He sighed, “it’s not like I intended for the other place to fall through, and with filming the movie and the album dropping, I don’t see the rush. I just feel like it’s not fair for her to be upset about it” he nervously fidgeted in his chair, the wood cracking underneath his tall frame.

“It’s also not fair for you to expect her to agree with you on everything. She has to realize that with your career there are a lot of sacrifices that have to be made and you have to realize that not everything is always about you. Sometimes she just needs her feelings validated and heard” Brian chimed in as he started to wash off the dish he had used for breakfast.

“It’s a rarity but your dad’s right” Maggie teased, giving Brian a nod. This was a topic that both Maggie and Brian had already discussed privately, seemingly being able to feel your frustrations before Jack was aware of them.

“I know you want your own space, so what’s stopping you?” Maggie sat down with Jack at the kitchen table while Brian continued to wash what little dishes were in the sink. It had already been a little over a month, and while she was happy to have you both she knew the two of you needed your space.

“I just want things to be perfect. I already made her move from Atlanta to here and I don’t want us to end up in another place that doesn’t feel perfect” he avoided his mother's gaze, knowing she’d draw the entire truth out of him and he wasn’t sure if he was ready to admit it. He felt like the weight of the world was on his shoulders and he just wished y/n would give him more grace.

“And what else?” Maggie was patient, knowing he’d get there eventually.

“I just don’t want to disappoint her. I feel like what I’m looking for in a place isn’t out there. Maybe we should’ve built a home?” He stretched his long legs out, becoming fidgety once again.

Brian shook his head, knowing Jack and his mother were alike in that aspect. It is always hard to be content when you want more and more and more.

Jack's phone vibrated, interrupting the conversation as he excused himself to answer it. “Hey baby, what’s going on?”

You did your best to put your eavesdropping of his acting lessons to work, frantically making your voice go up an octave as you lied about his jeep getting a flat tire. You both were sharing a car right now after selling yours before the move.

You hadn’t spoken to him in hours and he was still on edge but when he heard your worried voice on the other end his heart dropped. “I’ll be right there! Don’t worry, I’m on my way.”

Maggie and Brian looked at him curiously as he ran to get shoes on. “Can I borrow the car?” He was panicked and didn’t wait for an answer before running out of the door.

You shared your location with Jack and he showed up almost immediately surprised when he found you calmly sitting inside the jeep.

He pulled up beside you, confused as all four tires were fine. He got out of his parent’s car and knocked on the window, scaring you briefly before you got out of the car.

“I thought you had a flat?” His brow was furrowed, and a look of confusion spread across his face as he walked around the car to take a second look.

“I had a big strong man help me instead” you teased squeezing his bicep and pushing his buttons on purpose.

His cheeks became red in an instant, “stop playing with me. Why did you really call me down here?” He pulled you into his chest, rocking back and forth with you.

“Are you still grumpy?” You pouted, knowing he wasn’t as emotionally strong-willed as he’d like to think as you stroked his beard with your nails.

“Are you still bratty?” He joked, knowing both of you were full of emotions and regret.

“I hate fighting with you and I’m sorry” you blurted out knowing you hated the space you were in.

“I’m sorry too baby, but umm where are we?” He turned toward the apartment building.

“The landlord gave me the keys to a unit for an hour so we can tour it. If you don’t like it, that’s fine and we can keep looking. It looked nice online” You held the keys up in the air still giving him the same pouty face.

“Let’s go tour this place” he turned to his parents' car making sure it was locked with the click of a button before the two of you walked over to the empty apartment.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to start envisioning a life in it, expressing where the couches could go or what bedroom would be the office space but when Jack went silent on you, you were worried something had gone wrong.

You turned to him as he had gone quiet, he was leaning against the wall, watching admirably as you babbled about kitchen appliances, and taking mental note that you wanted a kitchen aid (preferably in lavender.)

“Do you not like it? We can keep looking, I have another viewing after this one. I was trying to be proactive but if you’re not sold on this place that’s okay too” You nervously rambled especially when he didn’t speak to you in return, even after all this time together his icy blues had that effect on you.

“I love you” he hummed, walking toward you as he threw his head back, a soft laugh escaping him. “I really, really love you” his hands explored your body as he pulled you into him.

“I love you too babe” You kissed him, pulling on his lip as you pulled away. You pushed his curls out of his face.

“Do you want another apartment or should we look at houses?” He wanted to know your honest opinion.

“Well this year, we will hardly be home and it’s just the two of us right now, so I think an apartment is perfect! But do you want to check the other one out to be sure?”

He nodded, knowing that was the responsible thing to do. “We are probably going to spend a lot of our time in LA this year with the movie” he reminded you.

“Neelam said about three or four months so that’s not bad and then we can tour in the fall, right?” You walked back to the cars holding hands, Jack had become less concerned about who saw you two and you followed his lead.

“Nail tech drops the 18th so I have to finish that music video this week and we have the Turks and Caicos trip at the beginning of March” he was trying to remember everything important, but wore his stress on his face.

“I remember, I have your schedule. Don’t worry about it” You pushed the same stray curl out of his face, as he opened the jeep car door for you.

You had no idea what made him decide to actually take a vacation, you had hopes your convincing had something to do with it or maybe because life was about to be incredibly hectic he decided he deserved it. You were surprised when he took Drake's offer to come, and even more surprised when he asked you to come with him.

So imagine your surprise when you find out the real reason he invited you on this trip…. 💍

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You sat outside of your apartment building, waiting on the corner bench in disbelief as you checked the time on your phone for the third time. The breeze blew, sending a chill down your spine as your stomach started to bubble with rage, your legs were trembling as you sent another undelivered message to your best friend.

Jack made his way outside, handing you one of his spare new balance hoodies as he sat beside you on the cold metal bench. You quickly put it on, he didn’t utter a word to you but looked at you with worry, rubbing your arm as you leaned into his chest.

“It’s too cold for you to be out here alone” his teeth chattered, you knew he hated the cold but was worried about you. You turned to kiss him on his red-tinted nose before turning your back to him and fitting into the pocket of his arm.

“She said she’d be here” Your shoulders slumped, a deep sigh escaping you as he continued to rub your arm.

Layla took the news of you moving to Kentucky extremely hard, and you understood why. It would be the first time in a long time that you hadn’t lived in the same place, but tonight was your final night in Atlanta and she promised she’d show up to your goodbye party.

Jack eventually convinced you to go inside, worried the two of you would get sick with the temperatures slowly dropping and knowing you still had an apartment full of people.

Two hours had gone by when people started leaving and wishing you, Jack, and Urban well wishes and giving you warm hugs. You tried to enjoy most of the night but you felt like a part of you was missing, wondering why she wouldn’t come when you had just seen one another a few nights ago.

Urban felt a wave of guilt, wondering if his presence had anything to do with Layla's absence. He wore his vintage camera around his neck as he snapped a few photos of everyone tonight. Making sure to get a photo of you and Jack in your first place together, even if this one was short-lived.

Eventually Urban gave both you, Jack, and the rest of the remaining guests a hug goodbye before he headed back to his place for the last time, knowing there was an early start to the day tomorrow.

You started to immediately clean up the apartment when the final guest left, throwing decorations into a garbage bag and putting on some music as you and Jack got into the grove of cleaning up.

You heard a faint knock on the door and Jack jogged over checking the peephole first and opening the door to find Layla standing there. She was holding a small white styrofoam container. Jack stepped to the side, and Layla walked inside and straight over to you.

“Sorry I’m late” Her eyes brimmed with tears and you dropped the garbage bag beside you, running to meet her halfway. You held her as you both rocked back and forth, a wave of relief hit you and you were just glad that she was okay.

Jack took the garbage bag off the floor, leaning over to give you a kiss, his beard scratching your skin slightly. “I’ll leave you two alone for a minute” he smiled before going to the bedroom and closing the door.

Both you and Layla sat down on your couch which was completely covered in plastic, the sound was obnoxious.

“So, this is really happening huh?” Layla sniffled, referring to the room filled with moving boxes that were hidden in the corner of the room as best as possible.

Layla tried her best not to cry, she didn’t want to ruin this moment for you, even if it was hard for her.

“Moving truck will be here at 5 am and Jack, Urb, and I are leaving at 7” You nodded, only just now noticing the container she was holding.

“Is that créme brûlée? You remembered?” You recognized the stamp on the container immediately, a giggle escaping as a tear rolled down your cheek.

“How could I forget? It was the first dessert we had in our apartment, also the reason I was late tonight” she giggled, “minor details.” She smiled, standing up and walking to yours and Jack's shared kitchen. You followed her, handing her what was left of the plastic cutlery you had set out from the party.

“No, because you missed the entire party. I need those details” You opened the container and smacked the top with your spoon, cracking the top layer of the dessert.

“Get Jack in here, he needs to try this” she smiled, cutting a third section as you ran off to the bedroom to get him.

The three of you sat on the kitchen floor using a box as a makeshift table, Jack had his arm wrapped around you just as he did earlier.

“Now share with the class why you were late to your best friend’s going away party” you teased only half joking. Jack suppressed the loud laugh that wanted to escape him, sipping on his water bottle that he had nearby.

“Sassy! Okay, so the location near the apartment closed down and I didn’t know that, so I was panicking trying to figure out where that other location was, my phone died in the Uber on the way there, I got lost and had to charge my phone at a bookstore nearby so I could order an Uber back here, it was just a mess” Layla started to ramble as the three of you continued to eat the dessert.

“You didn’t even have to get it though!” You giggled pushing her shoulder. “I would’ve rather had you here.”

“I was trying to be sentimental!” She giggled knowing you would’ve preferred her company but she also couldn’t stomach the thought of actually saying goodbye.

“Urb was here all night anyway” You shrugged knowing that things had been awkward between them.

“He’s not going anywhere and neither am I, so that’s something we both have to get used to” She smiled at both you and Jack before taking another bite.

“Neither am I” Jack smirked making you giggle.

“ Do you like it?” You looked over at him with big doe eyes, it wouldn’t be a dealbreaker if he didn’t but it would be a red flag for sure.

“I’ve never had this before, but it’s really good” Jack admitted, making you and Layla both gasp.

“Crème brûlée is my favorite dessert!” you poked his nose before you stole the last piece making both Jack and Layla laugh.

“I’ll have to learn how to make it then” he mumbled, before standing up and throwing the container and spoons away.

“Do you need help packing anything? Is there anything I can help with?” Layla was worried that the night would be ending too soon, she knew she was significantly late but still wanted to soak up what little time she had left with you and Jack.

Just then Urban had walked in using his spare key. He forgot his cell phone on your kitchen counter, so there was no warning to be had.

It was the first time he and Layla had seen one another in a while, they both zeroed in on one another, you and Jack exchanging glances.

“Hi Layla” he looked at both you and Jack with sympathetic eyes. He was nervous to see Layla although he wouldn’t admit it in the moment.

“Hey Urb” she walked over to him, hugging him as they sighed against one another. His body was warm, the smell of his mahogany cologne flooded her nostrils.

Truthfully Layla missed him and wanted to say goodbye but didn’t know how to. The hug lasted longer than both had intended but it felt good and natural.

“You have to come visit us in the ville” he pulled back to look at her, her eyes desperately fighting the tears that wanted to escape.

She nodded, wiping her eyes as Jack handed Urban his phone.

“Take care of yourself Lay” Urban gave her a quick soft kiss on the forehead.

“Seven” Jack reminded and Urban nodded, “I got it, I’ll be awake.” He waved goodbye and went back to his apartment.

“Oh! I have something for you! Wait here!” You left Jack and Layla in the living room alone to go to your bedroom, you had forgotten that you set a box aside for Layla, it had a few pieces of clothing and jewelry you knew she’d like.

Jack quickly took the opportunity while he had it, “Layla, I hope you know I intend to take care of her.” Jack looked to make sure you weren’t coming back so soon.

“Trust me, if I felt like you weren’t prepared to do that I’d be kicking and screaming in this apartment right now” She playfully pushed his shoulder making him erupt with nervous laughter.

“Can you keep a secret?” Jack rocked back and forth on his tiptoes, he had been dying to tell someone all night.

“What’s up?” She eyed Jack up and down sensing he wanted to say something important. It was rare the two of them got the opportunity to talk alone. She was going to make a joke about how she had an air-tight NDA that made her keep secrets but thought maybe this wasn’t the time.

Jack pulled his phone out of one of his many pockets, the luxury of cargo pants really. He opened up a screenshot from his hidden folder in his phone, showing Layla a ring he was designing.

“Oh my- is that what I think it is?” She tried to whisper as best she could not wanting to ruin the surprise for you, she was practically jumping out of her body with excitement.

Jack nodded, “It won’t be ready for a few months but I’m sure. I know she’s it for me. When I have the proposal figured out I’ll be messaging you about it for sure” his eyes sparkled in a way Layla had never seen before. He was so sure, and confident as he was beaming with pride as he talked about a life with you.

“She’s going to love it” Layla knew for a fact that you were ready to marry Jack. You two had talked about it numerous times within the last few months, especially now that you were moving to another state for him.

“Don’t worry- I already spoke to her family too” he boasted one last time before you entered the room.

“Okay so don’t be overwhelmed by the size of this box” you interrupted the conversation as you walked back into the room holding a large box that practically covered your chest.

Jack quickly shoved the phone back into his pocket, taking the box from you and setting it down beside Layla.

“This big ol’ box is for me?” Layla laughed, trying to shake the conversation she had just had with Jack out of her head so that she could be in the moment.

“There better not be anything in here that’ll make me cry” Layla teased knowing she was already an emotional wreck tonight.

“Then I suggest you don't read the letter in there until tomorrow morning” You smirked, knowing you had written a sentimental letter for her to read and put it on top of everything in the box.

“I’m really going to miss you y/n” Layla sighed as she hugged you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders.

“You’re going to come stay with us for a little bit when we get settled in right? That's still the plan?” You sniffled, the emotions finally getting the better of you.

“Of course” she winked at Jack who was standing behind you, knowing she might be seeing you sooner than you’d think.

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It had been two months since you and Jack had moved in together, and more than half of your things were still in boxes. You were growing increasingly frustrated feeling like you were losing track of what box held specific items.

Your Christmas tree was still up despite it being weeks past and you felt overwhelmed by the disarray of your apartment. Jack wasn’t a slob by any means but he definitely made the place look more “lived in” than you.

You couldn’t blame him for the mess and it wasn’t your fault either, life had been a whirlwind for the both of you. Spending most nights in another state, another hotel, and still trying to have some form of privacy.

Jack had been nominated for two Grammy awards, was featured on the cover of Forbes magazine and was also awarded with hitmaker of tomorrow with Variety.

The celebrations and jet-setting rarely stopped, making your head continuously spin.

Fans grew suspicious of the new woman on his team, suddenly traveling everywhere with him and overanalyzing every glance you’d make at one another. The two of you giggled as you scrolled through Reddit posts and Twitter posts. Never confirming or denying it felt more organic, letting this just be.

The talks of making a big move about going public with your relationship were quickly swept under the rug, and the pressure felt less intense now that you were touring with him and traveling full-time together.

Christmas was hectic, having spent half your time in Kentucky and the other half bringing Jack back home for the first time. It was beyond overwhelming. Your family gravitated toward him and fell in love with him quickly, seeing the glimmer in your eyes as you looked at him was enough for them to know this was in fact the real deal.

However, since getting home from your trip you felt a disconnect between the two of you, an unspoken distance. Neither of you wanted to touch the subject and it was giving you an unfamiliar ache in your chest. You were finally at your breaking point, feeling out of control was never your strong suit.

The front door of your place opened and Jack came barreling inside with Urban, Copelan, and his producer Angel. The three of them bounced final ideas off one another, as you gave them a limp wave and rushed to hide in the bedroom.

Jack immediately sensed your discomfort, leaving the guys to the living room to eat lunch as he followed you into the bedroom, quietly shutting the door behind him.

The sound of your audible sobs stopped him in his tracks, a wave of immediate guilt came over him. The sight of you sitting on the carpeted floor of your walk-in closet broke his heart.

“Fuck- baby. Talk to me” he kneeled, holding you as you cried into his chest. You didn’t know how to begin, or where to start explaining because right now it felt like everything was wrong, every single thing.

You coughed, trying to catch your breath, embarrassed that you had reacted this intensely, embarrassed you now had an audience, and mortified he had to excuse himself to pick up the pieces.

“You’re going to make yourself sick. Let’s try breathing exercises, okay?” He pulled you away to look at you, his blue eyes filled with emotion too. He helped you take deep breaths, sitting with you as you tried to regain composure.

Urban sent him a quick text, letting him know they were leaving to his place that was just down the street, having been able to tell immediately that you were upset.

“After we took that trip to Kentucky, I feel like everything between us has been off. I feel like you’re being distant and the apartment is always in shambles. “ You shrugged trying to hold back tears “I’m overwhelmed and I feel like I’m walking on eggshells because your career is everything to you, and I get that! I do!” Your voice was heightened, growing emotional and defensive again.

He blinked away his instinctive frustrations having heard that last sentence. “My career is important to me. You’re right but it’s not everything. It’s not everything to me. You are, this is” he grabbed your warm hands, kissing them as he held them in his.

“Then talk to me? What’s going on in there?” You sniffled, lightly tapping on his head playfully making the tension dissipate as you both chuckled.

He sat down more comfortably on the ground, leaning against the wall as he motioned for you to come sit with him. You scooted closer as he spread his legs for you to sit between them, facing him.

He was working on becoming more vulnerable, something he found difficult with most people but you made it easier, lighter even.

“This next album is going to change things for us. Being home put a lot into perspective and-“ he sighed, still worried about your reaction to what he wanted to say.

“Talk to me, I’m listening” You brushed his beard with your fingers, comforting him and encouraging him to continue.

“I know we just moved in together, and I know we still haven’t settled in completely so what I want to say sounds selfish and I don’t want you to think that every move we make is because I want to make it” he leaned his head back against the wall behind him.

“You want to move to Kentucky?” You knew he did, without the words being spoken yet. You saw the way he just better fit there, he belonged. Having spent Christmas with his family, seeing how he loved everyone so loudly just made sense.

“I want us to move to Kentucky but I just feel like that’s insane right?” he looked at you with widened eyes, worried you were misunderstanding the direction of the conversation.

“We should move” you smiled, leaning in to give him a soft peck on the lips.

“But what about? And we just-“ he couldn’t finish a complete thought completely taken aback at your response. “I’m sorry, hold on. What the fuck?” He laughed almost uncontrollably making you lean into him and laugh too, eventually leaning your cheek against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

“I feel like moving to Kentucky makes the most sense and I want you to be happy” you sighed, pulling back to gauge his response as you searched for emotion in his eyes.

“I don’t want my happiness to mean you’re unhappy” his bottom lip quivered as he tried to bite back a layer of emotion he had been suppressing.

“I think you’ve done all you can do in Atlanta. I know I’ll need to adjust but I can and will- I just want to be where you are” You kissed his slightly pink freckled nose.

“I can probably find someone to cover this lease” he shrugged, thinking about all his connections in Atlanta. “That's not my worry though, sweetheart are we good?” He motioned between the two of you, his main focus.

The pet name “sweetheart” rolled off his tongue naturally as if that was your given name. You nodded, a deep breath of relief escaping the both of you.

“Yes, besides kentucky seems like a good place to raise some kids” you teased knowing he’d like the sound of that as you played with his intertwined fingers.

“Don’t turn me on- i’ll give us one to raise right now” he chuckled knowing there was no truth to it.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep” You rasped as you cupped his face, pressing your soft lips against his. Your tongue was able to slip in, your fingers getting lost in his curls as the intensity heightened, making for a very relieving evening.

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Jack had consciously woken up before you, quickly turning off his alarm before he snuck out of the shared hotel room. He wore a new balance sweatsuit, the hood covering his messy curls as best as possible.

He ordered food delivery to the hotel, making sure to leave a generous tip noting that the sun was also still emerging from its slumber. He used a fake name but he could always tell when someone recognized him, flashing a gentle smile as he made his way back to the elevator with the bag of food.

He balanced your warm drink carefully as he opened the hotel door, met with your sleepy gaze as you sat up in bed waiting for him.

“I was wondering where you went” Your voice was raspy, your face still wearing the exhaustion from the night before.

“Was I too loud?”

“No, I just knew you weren’t next to me anymore” you yawned as you stretched your arms toward him.

“I wanted to make sure we ate together before your long day” he smiled, setting your warm chai tea beside the bed.

“You didn’t have to do this” you hummed, knowing he rarely ate breakfast these days.

“I wanted to” he handed you a breakfast sandwich, as he grabbed his and sat with you, the bed dipping as he crawled beside you.

“I already miss you. Can’t you just come home with me now?” you sighed, leaning your head against his.

“Pretty soon you won’t have to miss me that much. Just a few more weeks and things will be how they should be” he smiled, playing with the ring on your hand. You rarely took off the ring he had bought you, sleeping in it most nights.

“How is Urban going to take it?” You had been thinking about his reaction along with Laylas.

“He already knows, we’ve talked about it over the last few months” he continued to mindlessly spin your ring around your finger, taking another bite of his breakfast.

“I think Layla will be sad, but maybe her and Urban will end up living together too” you giggled, met with silence on Jack's end.

You turned to look at him, and he immediately pretended to be intrigued by the hotel art on the walls. “They did a good job painting that.”

“Jack, babe don’t deflect” you warned, turning to him completely to get his full attention.

He continued to look away from you, holding a smirk to keep from laughing. Until you poked at his extremely ticklish sides, making him jump.

“Okay! Okay! I don’t know what happened. Urb told me that she’s not speaking to him as of last night and that’s all I know” he held his arms up in defense.

“Swear?”

“Promise!” He instinctively covered his hips knowing that’s where you’d poke at next.

You narrowed your eyes at him, making him laugh at your fake intimidation tactics.

“Want to save water and shower with me before my flight?” You cheekily teased as you stood up from the hotel bed.

“Obviously” he rolled his eyes, practically jumping out of his clothes.

••••••

Layla picked you up from the airport, she wasn’t her usual peppy and over-the-top self, but you weren’t sure if you should bring it up or not knowing the news you were inevitably going to break to her.

When you got to the parking garage and put your luggage in the trunk of her car she burst into tears, grabbing hold of you and hugging you tightly.

She wasn’t usually an affectionate person, so you knew something was terribly wrong.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You mumbled into her chest.

“Not really” she sniffled, her nose whistling in your ear. She pulled back to look at you, her mascara staining her cheeks.

“Are you moving in with Jack?”

You were frozen still, not expecting her to know that piece of information just yet.

“That's not what this is about” she laughed, a snot bubble escaping her nostril as she gestured to her face.

“I assumed it was Urban” You gave her a sympathetic look, tucking a stray piece of her hair behind her ear.

“I just wish we were progressing the way you and Jack are” she shrugged, realizing the two of you were still standing in the half-empty parking structure. “Let’s get in the car where it’s warm.”

You sat in the driver's seat of her car, giving her the passenger seat to vent to you. You turned the heater on before backing out and starting your drive home.

“Did something happen?” You kept your eyes on the road, glancing at her every so often.

“I told him I love him” Layla sighed, feeling a sense of embarrassment wave over her. For as long as you had known Layla you had never known her to love anyone, at least not romantically.

“And what did he say?” You felt a sense of regret asking that, but you had to know.

“He-“ her voice cracked, she looked out the window watching as the cars beside you zoomed by.

“Do you want me to drive? You’re driving like a grandma” she laughed, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

“What did he say?” You repeated yourself knowing you were going to be upset at the answer if Layla was this emotional.

“He told me he appreciated hearing that” She forced a laugh, feeling idiotic. Her eyes filled with tears, that she struggled to fight off.

The silence was defeating for a moment, as you tried to wrap your head around what you had just heard. Urban was Jack's best friend, which meant you were going to have to be around him, but knowing that he had hurt your best friend didn’t sit right with you.

“Don’t” Layla warned.

“Don’t? Don’t what?”

“Don’t self-destruct. I’m fine. Things will be okay” she reassured you, noticing your breathing pattern had changed. “Don’t make this a thing. I just have to distance myself, that’s all.”

“If I move in with Jack. Where are you going to live?”

“When you move in with Jack” she gave you a teasing look, “I’m going to renew the lease at our place” she smirked, knowing what your follow-up question would be.

“Lay-How are you going to afford that?”

“There is this guy I know, he’s working on his next album and he said he has a few tracks that need backup vocals. His name is Jack Harlow, do you know him?” she giggled at your wide-eyed reaction.

“What the hell?” You giggled as you pulled into your apartment complex, putting the car in park immediately.

“LAYLA!” You lightly pushed her arm making her sway in her seat a little.

“He called me this morning when you were on your flight home and told me about you moving out, and assured me that he had planned on asking me this months ago but he figured the timing was better late than never” she shrugged, holding back more tears but this time happy ones.

You reached for her, hugging her over the middle console of the car.

“You got yourself a good one y/n” she nodded.

“I do, don’t I?” You agreed, before the two of you got your luggage and went inside of your apartment.

The door unlocked but with a bit of a struggle.

“I need to get that lock changed when you leave me” Layla teased.

“You’re not mad at me?”

“Why would I be mad? You’re with a great guy, who loves you. There’s nothing for me to be mad about” Layla reassured you.

“What about Urban?”

“I’ll get over it eventually” she shrugged, but you knew that likely wasn’t true. Layla was just being a good friend, and putting her feelings aside, which was something she’d be honored to do as long as you were happy with Jack.

“Since Jack told you just about everything….” you playfully rolled your eyes, slightly bothered that you didn’t get to break the news of moving out.

Layla followed you to your bedroom, “Here she goes” she laughed as she started to help you get unpacked.

“Did he also tell you that Urban caught us trying to leak our relationship to the public?”

Layla paused before throwing an article of clothing she had just taken out of your suitcase at you.

“Are you two crazy?”

“Crazy, in love” you giggled, beginning to fold the shirt she had previously thrown at you.

••••••

Your night had only begun to wind down when your phone rang, Neelam's name coming across it. You usually didn’t talk to her unless it was important so your heart started to beat intensely as you quickly answered the phone.

“Is Jack okay?” Your panicked nature caught Neelam off guard, making her laugh a bit.

Neelam in hindsight wasn’t that much older than you, but she still looked at you with maternal instincts, it was somewhat in her nature with her job title.

“Well hello to you too” she hummed.

“Sorry Hi! Is Jack okay?”

“He’s fine, do you have a moment to talk privately?” She specified that knowing Layla was likely beside you.

You stood up from the couch, excusing yourself to the bedroom and closing the door. Neelam sounded serious, a tone she had never used with you before.

“I’m alone.”

“I want to make myself abundantly clear when I say everything I’m about to say, okay?”

“Yeah?” You could feel the panic setting in, wondering where this conversation was going. Your mind was racing, and the lump in your throat was growing more prominent by the second.

“Jack called a meeting today, did you know about that?”

“No?” He hadn’t told you about any of this and you had been in constant communication since you got home.

“In the meeting, he sat me down and conferenced in Chris and the executives at Atlanta Records.“

Your heart sank, unable to tell by her tone what was going on. You had wondered why Jack hadn’t told you any of this, his last text to you being just thirty minutes ago.

You were worried she was going to tell you to leave him alone, that you were standing in the way of his success and to step aside. You felt heavy and immediately achy.

“He wants your relationship to go public, but that’s not only up to him. This changes a lot for you too, do you realize that?”

You were silent for only a second before responding, “I do. I’m willing to quit my job, we already discussed that.”

“It’s more than that. It’s not just a new job and a new place to live. It’s magazine spreads, radio interviews, it’s an overabundance of security and your family's address getting leaked. It’s a big deal, Jack is a big deal.”

You felt like you couldn’t breathe, Neelam wasn’t intentionally trying to intimidate or deter you, but she wanted you to have all of the facts. Your chest tightened as you sat down on your bed, the urge to scream was almost instinct.

Neelam had put you on speaker for the first time during this call, something you weren’t aware of in the moment.

“I’m not going to change my mind about this and neither will Jack” you managed to speak somehow. “I’m one hundred percent sure, I’m all in.”

Jack wasn’t able to hear most of your side of the conversation, but unbeknown to you, he was in the room with Neelam the entire time. His knees were up to his chest as he sat in the chair across from her. He didn’t want to admit that he was nervous about your reaction to everything, but deep down he was.

Once the phone call with Neelam ended and technicalities were explained along with timelines you set your phone beside you on the bed, and a wave of numbness came over you.

Things were going to change and you had to be mentally prepared.

“She's not only in, she’s one hundred percent in!” Neelam playfully mocked your voice as she threw her arms up to celebrate as Jack's entire face turned bright red.

“You’ve got a good one, I’ll admit that” Neelam smiled.

“I do, the best one” Jack replied with a twinkle in his eyes.

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The entire dinner Jack was very obviously distracted, and becoming more and more clumsy. His hands trembled as he soaked up the wine glass he had spilled on the cloth table.

“I’m sorry” he spoke softly to the waiter as he soaked up the spilled mess, the waiter smiled handing him another cloth napkin before leaving.

You rubbed the small of his back as he was hunched over the table.

“It’s going to be okay baby” You whispered as he sat down beside you.

Urban overheard you, having wondered what was going on with the two of you for the entire dinner.

“Bathroom?” Jack suggested, wanting you to follow him to speak in private, feeling Neelam's gaze on the both of you.

You took his hand as you both excused yourselves, you walked hand in hand quickly to a private area.

Neither of you had realized that Urban followed behind you, hiding out of view. The both of you had been acting off all night and he knew something was up.

“We don’t have to do this now, if you’re not ready I understand that. You have more to lose.”

“I’m ready. I’m just worried about you, this isn’t going to be easy.” The color started to come back in his complexion.

“I know that.” You swallowed, truthfully you knew that the outcome of this wasn’t even going to be a fraction of what you imagined it to be, and you were way in over your head.

“Is Layla going to call TMZ or something? Who is going to leak these pictures?” Jack whispered but there was no use, his best friend heard everything.

Urban's eyes shot wide open at that sentence, emerging from the wall beside you.

“Damn! You two aren’t sneaky at all!” He laughed, earning a gasp from both you and Jack.

“Look I know you guys want the world to know you’re together and I’m all for it but we ALL have to play this a lot smarter” Urban looked over to where Neelam was sat at the table.

“Would you take the pictures? Maybe you can leak them? So we have control over it?” You were babbling, honestly just nervous that Urban overheard everything.

Urban nodded, “I’ll do whatever you guys want me to do. But I think you two should think this over, timing isn’t great right now.”

Jack was silent, his mind racing knowing that Urban was right. He had been thinking of his eagerness the entire time and not the logistics of it all.

“You know they’ll probably find out where you work? Where you live? What Layla does for a living, I mean everything.”

“Who?”

“Well…”Jack hesitated to respond, “the fans.”

You and Jack had discussed this topic many times, laying in bed at night, legs intertwined, his retainer in. On all your lazy nights together, you knew that someday things would change and you had put a lot of thought into it.

“Our lease ends in two months. Layla and I can move into an apartment in a gated community, we’ve already been discussing it.”

Jack was quiet, there was something he wanted to ask you privately.

“Let’s finish dinner before Nee comes over here” Urban warned and both you and Jack agreed.

Neelam was skeptical and curious about what was going on but didn’t press the subject.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

When you got back to the hotel you started to pack your things, your mind was racing, and the adrenaline still hadn’t worn off.

“Baby, can we talk about something?” Jack was sitting on the bed, watching you from a distance.

He was serious, something that didn’t happen all that often when you were together. You knew he had a lot to say by his demeanor.

“Sure? What’s up?” You played it cool, however, inside you were losing it. You sat by him on the bed.

“I wanted to wait until our anniversary to have this conversation but I feel like it makes more sense to do it now.” A nervous laugh escaped him.

You realized that you and Jack had almost been together a full year, a smile spreading across your face immediately.

“What if we” he paused, “moved in together when your lease was up?”

“All four of us?” You weren’t sure what he meant entirely.

“I was thinking, just us two.”

You had lived with Layla for a couple of years now, she had been the only person you’d ever lived with. You knew that eventually the both of you would have to come to terms with that changing someday but you hadn’t anticipated it so soon.

Jack saw your expression, noticing your silence and taking it as a rejection.

“You know what?” He scoffed, his feelings hurt and his ego bruised. “It’s fine, just forget that I said anything.”

“You’re dramatic” you giggled, your hand pushing against his chest playfully.

He looked up at you, cracking a big smile.

You always knew how to defuse him.

“Yes! Of course” You leaned in for a kiss.

He pulled back to get a better look at your face, “yes, what? Y/N I think I just need to hear it.”

He was beyond excited, you could tell by his silly tone.

“Yes! Let’s move in!”

You uncontrollably giggled as you both rolled around in the hotel bed, covering one another in kisses.

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The week you had with Jack had flown by so quickly, the both of you weren’t ready for it to be over just yet.

It was your last night together before you flew back to Atlanta and you had noticed something was off with Jack.

He had been acting strange all day, you assumed it was because you’d be leaving again but you still wanted to make sure things were okay between you two before your dinner reservations.

“Jack, baby? What’s going on?” You placed your hand on the small of his back. He jumped slightly, unaware of your closeness to him as he folded his clothes, stuffing them into his suitcase.

“Mmm, fine” he mumbled, giving you a weak smile.

“You look beautiful by the way.”

“Thank you honey but we’ve been together for far too long now for you to lie to me. I know somethings wrong” You wrapped your arms around his waist, leaning your head into his back. You felt him sigh, letting him go so you could both sit on the bed beside each other.

“That's kind of what I wanted to talk about” he avoided your eye contact before continuing. “We’ve been together for a long time and I just feel like you’re still apprehensive.”

“Apprehensive?” You hadn’t the slightest clue where this was coming from. The past week had been fine, and you had no indication that he felt differently.

“I gave you a promise ring, and you still won’t come work for my team. I just don’t get it” his tone was heightened, he was growing emotional and it showed.

You immediately felt an ache in your stomach.

“Is that why you gave it to me?”

“No! Why would you think that?” His eyes were full of hurt, he was shocked you’d even suggest that.

Your mind wandered as you felt like the night was officially ruined. Jack felt it too, panicking and wanting to fix things. He turned to you, his eyes fixated on your pouting lips.

“Baby, I got you that promise ring as a sign of my love. I don’t get to love you out loud like I want to, so I wanted to show you somehow.”

The two of you had many conversations about going public with your relationship and although you were both ready and willing, his label didn’t think it was a good idea.

Something Jack had consistently been fighting behind the scenes.

“Of course, I’d love it if you came and worked with my team but I don’t want to force you to choose me either.”

“Do you feel like I’m not choosing you?”

“I didn’t say that” his face was growing flush, he never dealt with confrontation well and the last thing he wanted to do was argue.

“You know I’d shout it from the rooftops if I could too, you know that right? And, the plan was always to leave my job, the timing just wasn’t right yet.”

Jack shrugged, he definitely didn’t feel the love right now.

A knock on the hotel room door made the both of you freeze for a moment, Jack looked out the peephole and noticed it was Neelam and Urban, and opened the door.

“Alright love birds! Who’s ready for dinner?” Neelam looked Jack up and down realizing he hadn’t finished getting ready just yet.

Urban knew immediately that something wasn’t right, urging Neelam to go to the car and wait for you two.

You smiled, a silent “thank you.”

When Jack was finished getting dressed, he didn’t say a word to you. It wasn’t until the hotel room door slammed shut that you realized just how upset he really was.

“Babe” you whispered, trying to get his attention discreetly as you followed as quickly as possible, his long legs making wider strides than you.

“NDA remember?” He was being petty, and you knew it. You both had never cared about that, it was a small business detail in the grand scheme of things.

“How did we get here? Why are we fighting about this?” You half whispered and half yelled knowing he heard you but ignored you anyway.

When the two of you got into the car, you barely spoke, your legs usually touched, your hands, something usually did, but not this time.

Jack's chest felt tight, a panic attack near. Having to put his career first was always an easy choice until you came along.

“Babe” you scooted closer, whispering in his ear.

“Mmm, not now.” He had a lump in his throat that made him want to gag.

“Are we almost there?” He managed to speak up, his tone breathy.

“Two minutes” Neelam nodded before going back to her phone.

When you got to the restaurant,everyone was eager to get out of the car. You stopped Jack, slamming the door shut before he could get out of the vehicle.

“Babe, I love you. I need you to know that. You know that right?” You grabbed his hand.

He watched as Neelam and Urban walked inside the empty restaurant.

“I just hate this sometimes. I feel like I have to live a double life” You rarely saw this side of him, he consistently made a conscious effort to keep it together.

You sat back, thinking of a solution as the man you love was clearly distraught before you.

“Jackman, do you trust me?”

“With everything” he spoke softly, realizing you had a plan.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” You smirked knowing he was catching on.

“So technically my NDA states that I can’t tell anyone the nature or details of our relationship right?”

“Right?” He was still confused but followed your lead.

“It says nothing about paparazzi catching us kissing outside this restaurant” You had said it so fast your words ran together.

Jack's eyes opened wide, the panic immediately settling in.

“You’d do that? But wouldn’t that change everything? I don’t want you to feel forced to do that. I don’t want the fans to be rude to you, and I don’t-“

You interrupted his rapid thinking, “I’m sure. I’ve thought about it all, I know this changes everything.”

“I can ask Layla to call and give an anonymous tip that we are here when we are almost done with dinner if this is what you want.”

Jack nodded eagerly, he was ready to get this out into the world, leaning in to kiss you with excitement.

“Are you sure? We can’t reverse this. Once it’s out there, it’s out.”

“I’ve never been more sure” you nodded, leaning in to kiss him again.

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Promises and commitments:

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It had been several weeks since Jack told you to quit your job, you just hadn’t had the guts to do it. It sounded too good to be true, and you didn’t want to ruin your relationship with Jack.

When he had to go back on tour without you, he was frustrated but tried his best to understand your apprehension.

Neelam however, was curious as to why you didn’t accept the offer. Although she was his manager and always felt like it was her job to protect him, she liked you a lot and knew he needed you to balance his life and career better.

“She could be our creative director!” Neelam exclaimed as she, Jack, Urban, and the rest of the team rode to their next destination.

“Ummm- What would that even mean?” Jack wasn’t looking at her, he was distracted, texting you back since he finally had a moment to.

Neelam cleared her throat, waiting for him to look up from his phone before continuing to speak.

“Sorry,” he mumbled and placed the phone face down on his lap.

“She’d work for advertising and marketing for tours, merch designs, and stuff like that. She’d be the creative lead and make strategic decisions for how to move forward with projects, with your input of course.”

“She’d love that. It would give her more freedom than the job she has now.”

“Plus she already has experience with advertising so I don’t feel like it’s much of a stretch” Neelam added.

Urban had been silent this entire time, hoping that nobody would ask for his opinion but the fact that he hadn’t made a peep was concerning to both Jack and Neelam.

“Alright Wyatt, what exactly did Layla tell you?” Neelam narrowed her eyes and pivoted her attention.

“Do we only go by last names now?” Urban joked, trying to change the subject with no luck.

Jack and Neelam were unamused, staring at him with almost no emotion as they waited for him to speak up.

“Layla said that Y/N feels like it’s not a good look. She doesn’t want you to turn around later and feel like she’s using you or used you to benefit herself.”

“Damn,” Neelam bluntly replied.

“What?” Both Jack and Urban frantically questioned, not understanding her reaction.

“That girl really loves you” Neelam laughed, turning to Jack who was left nearly speechless.

“She’d rather be miserable at her job than risk losing you.”

“I mean, I understand her point of view” Urban scratched the back of his neck nervously, worried he was saying the wrong thing.

“I don’t think she realizes how serious I am about her” Jack smirked, leaning back in his seat and earning an “ooooooh” from both Neelam and Urban.

“Pause- are we thinking engagement? Because if so we need to talk PR.” Neelam squealed.

Jack's entire face went pale, “no- I mean, we haven’t even been together a full year yet.”

He was oddly defensive for someone who would marry you tomorrow if given the chance.

“Look at his face!” Neelam and Urban erupted in laughter.

••••

It was finally time for you and Jack to see each other in person and you were thankful as you were starting to feel the effects of the distance.

You had taken a week off work to join him on tour again and it couldn’t come soon enough.

The day before your flight was scheduled Jack wasn’t answering your texts or calls which was unlike him, and you started to grow suspicious. His location was also off which made you wonder what he was up to.

You were working late to make sure you didn’t come back to a chaotic work situation like last time when you suddenly heard a knock on the front window.

You were all alone in your office building and extremely cautious of who you let be aware of that, so you weren’t expecting anyone.

You tiptoed to the front where you heard the knocking, peeking out of the blinds and seeing Jack standing there, in the drizzling rain.

You quickly unlocked the door letting him inside.

“Baby! What’re you?-“ He wasted no time crashing his lips against yours.

It wasn’t until you pulled back from him that you realized he was holding a bag full of food.

“Dinner?” You questioned both excited and hopeful.

“Rice and dumplings” he nodded knowing you’d be starving from likely being too overworked to eat.

You kissed his cheek, before turning and locking the door, motioning for him to follow you back into the conference room you had been working in.

He watched your hips sway back and forth as your heels echoed in the hallway, a birthday gift from him.

His entire body ached as he physically missed being around you.

“Layla told you I was here?”

He didn’t answer you, although he heard you speak. He was too distracted as he took every inch of you in. Your hair was a mess from the day, your eyeliner smudged, your perfume barely lingering on your skin but he continued thinking you were as gorgeous as ever.

You realized he was eyeing you up and down, suddenly embarrassed by your appearance.

“Sorry, I didn’t think I’d be seeing you today” You dug in your purse for a hair tie to move your hair away from your face.

“You look beautiful, as always” he hummed setting the bag of food down on the big corporate desk.

You cleared off an area placing your presentation to the side so you and Jack could sit down and eat together.

You took a seat across from him.

“To answer your question, Layla told me the address yes” he subtly took a red gift bag out of the bag, placing it in the seat beside him.

Your eyes followed his hand, wondering what he was hiding.

“Ah! Eat first” his aquamarine eyes lit up, trying to hide his smile, but his dimple betrayed him.

“So demanding” you joked, not wanting to press.

Jack looked around the room, he had only seen the background of this very room a handful of times when you’d FaceTime him or send him pictures.

“I know what you’re thinking” you stifled a laugh before continuing “and yes, this is in fact where the magic happens.”

Jack snorted, knowing you meant that sarcastically as you played footsie with him under the desk.

“I was actually wondering how much weight this table could hold, like one maybe two naked bodies?” He seductively bit his lip, pushing your buttons as usual.

You practically choked on your dumpling making both of you break out into a giggle fit, Jack eventually making no noise which only made you laugh harder.

Jack took your hand in his as you laid it on the table.

“I missed this” you confessed.

“Me too” He shifted in his seat, impatiently grabbing the small gift he had hidden from you moments ago and putting it on the desk.

The red bag was hard to miss, with gold lettering written across the front.

“Cartier? Baby, you didn’t.”

You knew all too well that was not an inexpensive brand.

“Open it” he impatiently begged, his hand began to tremble.

You let go of his sweaty hand, taking a small box out of the bag. You were trying your best not to overthink but your heart was beating so fast you felt like you could physically hear it thumping in your ears.

“It’s not an engagement ring” Jack didn’t mean to say it so quick but he was just as anxious as you were. His face was pale, although his cheeks grew redder by the second.

You opened the box and gasped, nearly choking on your spit.

The ring was breathtakingly beautiful and would easily be the most expensive thing you had ever owned to date.

18K white gold, with a single diamond. 0.02 carats to be exact.

“It’s a promise ring, a promise to always choose you. A promise to be committed to you, and it’s a placeholder until we do get engaged.”

His mouth was dry, he felt like he had swallowed a spoon worth of sand and your lack of words wasn’t helping.

Your hand covered your mouth as you looked over the ring that sat before you surrounded by black velvet cushion.

You couldn’t form words, only closing your eyes and starting to cry as you slipped the ring on your finger, surprised at how it fit perfectly without ever telling him your ring size.

Jack got up and immediately walked over to you, holding you as you embraced him back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“I love you so much, Jack. So, much.” You whispered into the crook of his neck, your voice cracking before leaving kisses against his neck and jawline.

“Babe, I want you to know how serious I am about you, about us.” He was still nervous, especially being this open and vulnerable about his feelings.

You pulled back to look at him, looking into his eyes as you both felt the intense emotions of love. You leaned in, kissing him passionately and forgetting where you were for a moment.

When you pulled back he took a deep breath, a sigh of relief knowing you felt the exact same way he did.

“I love you so much too” he reassured you with a smile.

“Let’s get out of here?” You wiped your remaining tears from your face, laughing softly at the situation that had just transpired.

“You’re right, we have an early flight to catch.” He winked, before helping you clean up.

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The front door of your apartment slammed shut behind you, alerting Layla that you were finally home. You struggled to carry the numerous bags in your hands.

“Why didn’t you call me and tell me you needed me to meet you at the car? I would’ve helped you.” Layla rushed over grabbing some of the bags that were nearly falling out of your hands.

“It would’ve taken entirely too long, and I was already running late!”

You had sweat dripping down your face, and you were irritated from getting out of work a lot later than expected, but that was the theme of this week.

“Can you set up the table? I just want to take a quick shower before Jack and Urb get here.”

Layla immediately knew that something wasn’t right, you were jittery and anxious, your fingers trembling as you asked her to set up the table but she agreed anyway.

Jack and Urban showed up as soon as you were done in the shower.

Layla wanted to warn Jack about how you were feeling but didn’t get the opportunity, and instead helped Urban set up snacks in the kitchen.

Jack immediately ran over to you, his arms wrapped around your torso as he lifted you in the air. You sighed against him, feeling a lot better in his presence, the smell of his cologne lingering on your clothes.

“What’s wrong?” He pulled back, looking you in the eyes as you were still suspended in the air.

You had a love/hate relationship with how easily he picked up on your emotions.

“Work was just hectic and I wasn’t able to get home early enough to set up and I just feel overwhelmed” you rambled in one breath as he sat you back down on the floor.

“We’re here now, it’s fine. Everything’s fine” he bent down to kiss you, you felt like he really saw you, for you, and that made you comfortable enough to be vulnerable with him.

You were unhappy with your job, not because the job itself was difficult but because you felt a constant push and pull between going to work and being present and constantly wanting to be with Jack on the road.

Every fiber of your being knew Jack was who you were meant to be with, you had never had that immediate “this is the one” moment everyone talked about until being with Jack, and a big part of that terrified you.

You didn’t want to be too much too quickly, especially when his career was just starting to take off.

The four of you had planned on this “pre-Halloween” night for a few weeks now knowing at the end of October tour kicked off again.

“While the pizza is cooking, do you guys wanna start carving the pumpkins?” Layla asked excitedly pointing to the pumpkins placed in front of each table setting.

“Of course!” You smiled, Jack still wasn’t sold on your false display of happiness but he was going to let it go for the sake of the night.

“Ewww pumpkin guts” Urban had a hand full of pumpkin seeds in his hands, teasing Layla as he pretended that he was going to throw them at her.

“Whatcha going to carve?” Jack bumped you lightly with his shoulder. He had realized you were spaced out, as you looked through designs.

“I think this one” you pointed to a design that came with the pumpkin carving kit.

“I’m going to freestyle mine,” Jack said confidently, making you giggle.

“Oh yeah?” You smiled as you started to cut the top off your pumpkin, placing the seeds into a big bowl in front of you.

You knew you would tell Jack about how you were feeling but you wanted to do it one-on-one so you pushed the feelings aside for now, or at least attempted to.

“Are we doing anything with these?” Layla asked as she also put her pumpkin seeds in the bowl. You silently shrugged, not wanting to make any decisions.

Urban and Jack made silent facial expressions at one another, as they could feel your sorrow and uneasiness fill the room.

Jack was about to speak when your eyes opened wide, you pulled your hand back quickly, putting pressure on your finger.

“Fuck- fuck-“ you threw your head back wincing in pain, as your finger bleed profusely. You used your other hand to put pressure on it but it wasn’t doing much at all.

“Babe! Holy shit!” Jack jumped up motioning for Layla to hand him something to help you.

Layla scrambled to find a clean kitchen towel, throwing it to Jack immediately.

“That looks really bad” Urban's face grew pale, splotches of red covering his cheeks.

Layla forced him to sit back down, realizing Jack was nearly identical-looking.

Jack handed you the towel, holding it down with you with as much pressure as he could.

Tears started streaming down your face, you were more embarrassed than hurt. The adrenaline and shock helped as you barely noticed how deep the cut actually was.

“Are you both seriously squeamish over blood?” She clicked her tongue, seeing the fear in your face.

“Jack, sit down before you faint” Layla sighed.

“Let me go with you!” Jack scrambled to find his keys, he had normally put them on the counter but couldn’t find them in a panic.

“You can’t! You’re- you. ” Layla panicked as you stood there stoic, and in shock.

Jack knew she was right, but you were his girlfriend and he hated not being able to just show up at places with you, especially when you needed him.

“Watch the pizza, we’ll be back” Layla grabbed her car keys ushering you out of the apartment as you leaned half of your weight onto her.

Jack and Urban were silent for a moment, shocked at what had just happened. Jack turned to where you had been sitting, noticing the droplets of blood that were left behind.

“She is going to need stitches for sure” Urban followed Jack's gaze and sighed, standing up to find something to clean it with.

“I wonder what she was so distracted by tonight” Jack chewed the inside of his cheek nervously.

“She told me it was work, which I believe but she didn’t seem like herself, right?” He took the antibacterial wipe from Urban and cleaned up the remainder of the droplets before washing his hands and waiting for the pizza timer.

Urban wasn’t sure what was going on, usually, Layla told him everything but she hadn’t mentioned anything to him, so he was just as lost as Jack.

Meanwhile, the drive to the hospital felt like it was hours long. You, just like Jack and Urban couldn’t handle blood, and you had never had something happen that would likely involve stitches.

“We are almost there okay?” Layla's voice was calming, she usually knew how to channel that side of things. She was always your calm in the storm, so to speak.

Once you got sat in a room, you were given some numbing shots that made you cry in pain, and stitches were given. You were given an antibiotic ointment, and then you were sent home.

“Have you heard from the guys?” You sighed, as you got into Layla's car.

“You haven’t checked your phone?” Layla seemed surprised, realizing now that you hadn’t paid attention to your phone all night.

“I left it at the apartment” You shrugged, and Layla couldn’t hold back any longer.

“You know, Jack was worried sick about you, I’m pretty sure he and Urb are still at our place” she reached to turn the heater on before pulling out of the hospital parking lot.

You looked at the time on her car dashboard, it had been several hours.

You didn’t say a word, knowing she was about to tell you the truth that you desperately needed to hear.

“We both know what happened tonight was because you are distracted. I don’t know what’s going on with you, but you’re my best friend. Talk to me. If you’re not going to talk to Jack, at least talk to me.”

You started to cry, the words on the tip of your tongue felt like a giant sandbag sliding down your throat. You started crying so hard you could barely breathe.

“Talk to me, you can always talk to me” Layla pulled over, ironically into the parking lot where you and Jack had your first date.

You looked up, seeing the arcade sign and laughing through your tears, feeling like it was a sign from the universe.

“Are you laughing?” Layla felt confused by your mood changing so drastically.

“Remember how I took all that time off so that I could spend more time with Jack?”

Layla nodded, not wanting to interrupt your thought process.

“Well, someone else in my department was supposed to pick up my projects. They didn’t, so I’ve been having to work all of this over time to make sure everything meets deadlines. I don’t think I’m going to be able to go back on tour with Jack, and it’s going to break his heart Lay. I don’t want to lose him.” You were trying not to cry but were unsuccessful as you tried to catch your breath.

“Oh Y/N. Jack is in love with you, he’ll understand. Just talk to him.” She rubbed your back for a brief second.

The drive back to the apartment felt long, the pit of your stomach was uneasy and your entire mouth was dry.

The living room was only illuminated by the TV, Urban stood up immediately following Layla to her bedroom and leaving you and Jack alone.

“Can I turn the lights on?” You mumbled, wanting to see his face better once you spoke.

“Yeah babe” he turned them on for you, rushing over to you to examine your hand.

“Babe” he quietly sighed, “How’re you feeling?”

“Better now, the shots were painful though” You sat down on the couch as he followed closely behind you.

“Can we talk about something?” You avoided his eye contact, making the anxiety he was already having grow more intense.

“Those words feel a lot like a breakup” he nervously mumbled, catching you completely off guard.

“No! It’s nothing like that. I promise” You leaned into him, giving him a reassuring kiss on the lips.

“You always think that! I’m not going anywhere” you winked before continuing making him relax as he laughed in response.

You explained what was going on at your job, your lip trembling as you told Jack that you weren’t sure if you could finish out the tour with him or not.

Jack was silent, letting you vent and get it all out but it was making you more and more nervous.

“Please say something” you begged, grabbing his hand with the one hand you had left that wasn’t injured.

“Quit” he smirked, catching you by surprise.

“What?”

“Quit, I’ll find a job for you on my team.”

“Babe? I can’t ask you to do that though” You were worried he felt pressured.

“You didn’t ask. You told me you had an issue, and I’m solving it. Quit” he smiled, before leaning in for a kiss.

“Quit?” You asked between kisses making sure you heard him correctly.

“Quit, put your two weeks in, whatever you want to call it” he reassured you.

“Are you sure?”

“Never been more sure” he smiled.

“Well, I guess I made tonight eventful” you laughed nervously.

“Don’t worry, Urban and I remained busy” he stood up showing you the pumpkins they carved while you were at the hospital.

“He did two and I did two” Jack winked making you giggle as you could definitely tell which two were his.

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