Summary: Rhea and Jey have a cute little breakfast.
AN: Rhea’s ig post got me a little inspired 🤭 if that chocolate bread thing had a name let me know b/c I couldn’t find one ________________________________________________
Rhea reached out and slapped his hand down that was holding his phone. Jey’s face turned with disappointment. “What? You look cute, I can’t help it.”
Jey argued, settling his phone back on the table from where he had grabbed it when he couldn’t help himself while she took a drink of her coffee.
“Well, help it.” She went to take another sip but stopped, the blue glass cup clinking against the matching saucer. Grabbing a strawberry slice instead. “It’s too early for your cute bullshit.”
“Yo’ think I’m cute?” The Uso looked at her with his big brown eyes and small grin; golden grillz peeked out from behind his full lips as he leaned back in his chair.
“You’re ridiculous. I don’t even have any makeup on.”
“Don’t need it, you're fucking gorgeous, Mama, like this bread and chocolate. Beautiful and delicious.”
“Am I a lucky charm now?” She laughed.
“I mean-“ Jey sat back up, cutting another bite off their sweet breakfast. “I ain’t never won a match with you gone so I guess, yeah.” He spooned the bread into his mouth.
As Jey quietly moaned at the rich chocolate taste in his mouth, Rhea stealthily slid her phone off the table; she thought it was about time for a little payback for all the time Jey had taken a picture of her without her knowledge.
“This shit’s so fucking good, ugh, I don’t even want to leave Europe, they got some good ass food.”
He scooped more into his mouth, adding a bit of fresh blueberries on top. None the wiser, Rhea lifted her phone from behind the box of napkins, catching her boyfriend in the act of shoving food in his face.
Jey’s beard had drops of chocolate and the glimmer of fruit juice in the gray hairs. His eyes closed like it was the best-tasting thing ever, the lips she loved so much to stare at were tugged into a smile, while his mouth was closed around the metal fork.
The still image couldn’t capture the sound he was making, but her ears heard it, and it was making her want to pay the bill and go back to their hotel.
“You're right, you're very cute.”
Jey’s eyes shot open, and were looking towards her as she waved her phone with the picture she just took in front of his face.
“You better not post that shit.” He pointed his fork at her, mouth still full of chocolate-covered bread. “Or what?”
A smirk spread across her face as she pulled her hand back, leaving him grasping the air.
“Or I’ll go into my folder.”
Her eyes narrowed at him, confusedly, “What folder?”
Jey had a matching smirk before he wiped it off along with the chocolate, then picked his phone back up.
Rhea watched his fingers move with familiarity. Oh this couldn’t be good.
Once Jey flipped his phone around, all she saw was herself. Pictures of her asleep -not in a cute way, in a drooling mess kind of way- struggling to get out of the pool, brushing her teeth, chasing after Barry. All the normal, quite unsexy things she did in life, and he had a whole folder full of them.
“Why do you have-” her gaze flickered up to the number in the top corner, “almost a fucking thousand pictures of me looking like bloody shit!”
She laughed at the absurdity of this folder, noticing a new picture of herself every time she looked at it.
“You look cute in all of these, Mama. What are you talkin’ ‘bout?
“Maybe in your eyes with your rose-tinted glasses on.”
“My eyes are the only ones that matter; no matter what kind of glasses I got on, you're always beautiful.”
Jey lifted his coffee cup to his lips, looking at his girlfriend above the rim with a loving gaze on the warm streets of Italy, sharing some breakfast and acting like tourists on their very rare day off.
“You're such a bloody lover boy,” She giggled, feeling her cheeks get slightly warmer. “We must have been insufferable on Raw together.”
“Oh, a hundred percent,” He took another sip from his mug. “Just wait till next week when I pop up on SmackDown and win that tournament, then I’m gonna be insufferable.” He flashed a cocky grin, grillz winking at her from the sun. “Can’t wait to see you in that crown, Baby your gonna look sexy as fuck.” Rhea bit the tip of her pointer finger, making him laugh.
“It’s just a shame you won’t be my queen.”
“I can be your champion tho- until you beat Cody, I mean. She added. She could imagine Jey already with the crown on his head and the title around his waist. It would be an amazing sight, especially with all the noise that came from him being in the tournament in the first place.
“We’ll really be insufferable then.” He chuckled, knowing how hated they would be if that happened.
“They’ll get over it or they won’t. And they’ll be looking up at the sparkling lights with their champions standing over them.”
Jey lifted his cup, urging Rhea to pick hers too, the glass making a distinct clinking sound.
“To the soon-to-be king of the ring.”
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It feels like I haven’t wrote a Jhea fic with zero connection in sooooo long! 🖤
