AINT NO PLACE LIKE HOME | Part Two
Here is the sequal you have all been patiently waiting for!
Warnings: possible swearing (it’s Jake guys, c'mon) fluff n stuff, possibilites of PDA (except in front of Mama McKenzie), feels, emotions, all that good stuff. NSFW (maybe not in every chapter, but just be warned)
Plot: Jake’s name has been cleared of all charges! While he finally gets to return home after all these years, where does that leave MC? Without a family to return home to, what’s next for her?
You would be lying if you said that you were not the slightest bit nervous to meet Jake’s family. In fact, you were beginning to feel nauseous as you sat in the backseat of the cab, glancing from your fidgeting fingers, to the buildings passing you by out the window. Whether it was from the motion of the car on these rural roads, or just plain nerves, you were unsure. All you knew was that you needed to make a good first impression. You jumped slightly when you felt Jake’s hand come to rest upon your thigh.
“Easy there, Princess. It’s just me. You alright?”
You give a weak smile and then let out a shakey sigh as you looked at him.
“I’ll be honest, I’m terrified. What if your family doesnt like me?”
Jake let out a snort and gave your leg a gentle squeeze, rubbing it lightly afterwards.
“MC, there is no doubt in my mind that my mom will like you. She’ll be asking when we plan on giving her some grandchildren. Rebecca, on the other hand, will probably try and intimidate you.”
Jake smirked and shook his head slightly.
“It’s something she has always done with girls I brought home. I guess she wants to make sure they are worthy of her little brother?”
You began to chew on your bottom lip as you began to wring your hands together nervously. Jake reached for one of your hands and lifted it toward his lips, entwining his fingers with yours. He kissed your knuckles lightly and looked at you.
“Hey, don’t stress about it. I’m not the kind of guy to stop loving someone because my family doesnt approve.”
“How many girls did you used to bring home?“
You asked as you glanced over at him.
"Not many. And if I did, the relationship never lasted long. I guess I had a tendency to drive people away with my attitude and sarcasm.”
He said, shrugging his shoulders and giving you a smirk.
“Psh, you? Sarcastic? I don’t believe it.”
You said with a grin and gave his hand a squeeze.
Jake then looked out the window and heaved a huge sigh, for a moment you could have sworn that he too was nervous. But then, this was the first time he had been home in years. You bit your lip slightly and then cleared your throat.
“Jake, how long has it been since-”
It were as if he had been anticipating this question. He was gazing out the window in thought as the car continued on its way, as if he was reminiscing. You suddenly began to feel terrible. Here you were, thinking about how nervous you were to meet his family. And yet Jake had basically been robbed of five years with them. What could it have possibly been like for his mother to hear that her only son was a traitor, that he was on the run and would probably never come home. If he was even still alive. You couldnt even begin to imagine how Jake felt, finally coming face to face with your mother and sister after being branded a traitor to your country. As you gazed at him from across the backseat, you then scooted closer to him, wrapping your arm around his as you leaned against him, your head resting upon his shoulder. You felt his body relax as you snuggled against him and he turned his head slightly to look down at you, pressing his lips against the top of your head.
“They’re going to be just as crazy about you as I am, Princess. I know it.”
While you expected to be pulling into a drive way relatively soon, you were surprised to find that the cab was now heading out of town. You raised an eyebrow at him and he gave a smirk, shrugging his shoulders. The cab drove for a ways until it finally pulled onto a dirt road that turned out to be a long driveway, that wound its way through the woods. For a good five minutes the cab bounced on the uneven drive until a break in the trees came, revealing a rather adorable little colonial style house. White, two stories, with slightly faded brown shudders on the windows. There was an old tire swing hanging from the lowest branch of a large oak tree in the front yard and as you looked at it, you couldnt help but smile at the thought of a young Jake swinging on it with his sister.
“Can’t believe it’s still there, still lookin’ like it did when I was a kid.”
The cab moved up to the house, parking just out front and Jake hesitantly opened the door and stepped out as he gazed at the house before him. You scooted across the seat and watched him tentatively for a moment and then you stepped out as well, gently placing your hand upon his arm. He stirred slightly, turning his head to look down at you as you stood by his side and he gave you a warm smile. The cab driver got out and popped the trunk, taking out all your bags and setting them upon the porch. He then spoke to Jake for a moment, clasping his hand in a firm hand shake after he was paid and then he gave you a nod before getting back into the cab and drove back down the dirt path, leaving the two of you on the threshold. Jake stood there for a moment, just staring at the door. He then took in a deep breath and let it out, glancing over at you.
He began to turn the knob when suddenly the door swing open and a hand shot out to grab Jake’s arm and yanked him through the door. You peeked into the doorway and that was when you heard the sounr of someone’s hysterical screams of happiness and delight. A short woman, who was on the plump side with short dark hair and a kind face had Jake pulled against her in a hug that you were sure was making it difficult for him to breathe. Though he did not seem to mind, he wrapped his arms around her and even managed to lift her a bit off the floor. You were sure this was Jake’s mother, considering the fact she was now hysterically sobbing into his shoulder as he was bent halfway over still hugging her.
“Oh, you’re home! You’re home! Oh sweet Lord above, my baby is home!"
She said through choked sobs, you were able to hear where Jake got his Southern accent from. Eventually Jake gave his mother a pat on the arm, indicating he needed to stand back upright and she reluctantly obliged, but not before taking his face in her hands and patting his cheeks lightly as she gazed at him lovingly. Jake rubbed the back of his neck which was probably aching slightly from the hug, before he followed his mother’s gaze toward you. He gave you a smile and then took your hand and pulled you in through the doorway and placed his hand at the small of your back.
"Ma, this is MC. She’s one of the main reasons I am finally back home.”
Without a word, Jake’s mother grabbed you in the same tight hug that she had given him and your eyes widened slightly. You gave a chuckle and then hugged her back, glancing at Jake who was boasting a big smirk. The hug that she shared with you was not as long as it had been with her son, and she took you by the shoulders when she pulled away.
“I cannot even begin to thank you MC, I thought I’d never see my boy again.”
You gave a smile and shook your head, saying that it was your pleasure and you honestly did not accomplish this alone, you had plenty of help from your friends. She introduced herself as Pamela, but told you to call her Pam and then she began to take you up the stairs, Jake behind you as you walked. There was a spare room that she was going to let you have during your stay here, she glanced at Jake as you all walked down the hall and she gave him a wink.
“You guys can share it, of course. Since I doubt you’ll want to stay in your old room, Jakey-poo.”
You could not help but give a huge snort upon hearing his nickname, which he ended up elbowing you gently in the ribs for, his cheeks flushing. Once you reached the room, you walked in and smiled. It was very homely, complete with endless ruffles. Jake had brought up the bags and so he walked over to the bed, setting them down upon it and looking around.
“Ma, I always hated this room. You never changed it up?”
Pam looked around the room, a rather confused look upon her face and then she held her hands up questioningly.
You laughed and then sat down upon the bed for a moment, looking around the room and then nodded when Pam told you both to freshen up and get ready for dinner. Pam left the room and the moment she was out of earshot you looked at Jake and grinned.
“Want help unpacking, Jakey-poo?”
Jake tackled you onto the bed, pinning you there and then kissed your nose and chuckled, rolling off of you to lie next to you as he looked up at the ceiling. You rolled over onto your side, propping your head up with your hand and looked down at him, moving some hair away from his face. He lie there staring at the ceiling, taking deep breaths in through his nose, breathing in the scent of his childhood home. He closed his eyes as you gently ran your fingers through his hair and he let out a content sigh.
“I can’t believe I’m home…”
His eyes opened and he turned his head a bit so that he could look over at you and you gazed into his blue eyes that reminded you so much of the ocean you and your friends had been surrounded by on La Huerta. His eyes roamed over your face slowly, moving from your lips up to your eyes as you twirled a strand of his hair around your finger. He reached over and slid his hand around the back of your neck and pulled you down to him, bringing your lips together in a tender kiss and then pulled back a bit, looking into your eyes.
“This wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for you, Princess. How could I even possibly make it up to you?”
You grinned and kissed him again, a little longer and with more passion behind it, and then moved so that your head was resting upon his shoulder, draping your arm across his chest.
“I’m sure you can think of someway.”
After you were both unpacked, you headed out into the hall and were about to go back downstairs to where Pam was busy in the kitchen when your eyes spotted a room you were coming to pass. Upon the door was one of those signs that most kids had upon their doors that read ‘Caution! Jake’s room!“ Before he had time to react, you rushed to the door and turned the knob, pushing it open and running inside.
Jake took off after you, but he was too late. You stood in his room with a goofy open mouthed grin plastered upon your face as you did a 360, taking it all in. His room was filled with some of the nerdiest things you had ever seen. Transformers, Lord of the Rings, Battle Bots. Oh man, you had hit the jack pot should you ever need to blackmail the guy. Speaking of which… You quickly took out your phone and began to snap as many pictures as you could. Jake came crashing through the doorway and saw what you were doing and quickly made a grab for your phone. You were too fast for him and ducked under his arm and ran out of the room into the hallway. Unfortunately you had made a wrong turn and ended up coming to a dead end, you turned to run back the way you had come only to find Jake coming your way. You were trapped. You pressed yourself back against a wall as he approached you, your eyes searching for an escape until you glanced down at your chest and then right as Jake made a grab for your phone, you shoved it down into your bra. He stared at you a moment, his eyes going from yours down to your chest and he smirked. He then put a hand on the wall on either side of you and looked down at you.
“What makes you think I won’t just reach down in there and get it?”
He said, bringing himself slightly closer so that his body was against yours. You looked up at him and then your eyes focused on something behind him a moment before looking back up at him.
“Because your mother is standing right behind you.”
Jake jumped back a couple steps and whirled around, ready to find his mother, only to find the hallway completely empty. You pushed yourself off of the wall and ran passed him as fast as you could, skidding around the corner.
“Sucker! I am SO going to send these pics to Diego!”
You said as you could hear him barreling after you. You sprinted down the stairs, careful not to fall on your face as Jake finally reached the top and he too began to descend them quickly.
“Don’t you fucking dare!”
From within the kitchen came a shrill voice.
“JACOB LUCAS MCKENZIE! Did you just drop the ‘F’ word in MY house?!”
Jake halted where he was on the stairs, for his mother had just walked out of the kitchen and you were now safely behind her as you began to type furiously into your phone. He blinked and then cleared his throat as he looked at you, and you could do nothing but grin as you hit the send button.
(Well, there you go. : D There will be more to come soon, y'all! )
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