synopsis: years after a painful breakup caused by a heartbreaking misunderstanding, m/n and clark kent suddenly find themselves working together again at the daily planet, while m/n is engaged to architect (fiance's name) (last name). Despite trying to stay professional, m/n and Clark's unresolved history erupts into undeniable to tension, longing, and emotional turmoil. When the truth behind their separation finally comes to light, m/n realizes clark never ghosted him. Overhwhelmed by years of buried feelings, m/n rushes to clark, leading to a raw, passionate reunion where both men confront their past and choose each other again, reclaiming the love they thought was lost forever.
M/N stands at the back corner of the Daily Planet, a cup of lukewarm coffee in his hand, trying not to look at the man he once believed he’d spend the rest of his life with. Clark Kent is sitting at his desk, glasses slipping down his nose as he types, shoulders broad beneath a light blue dress shirt that looks unfairly good on him. M/N tries, really tries, not to stare, not to let memory wash over him. But memory is a tide, and it has never listened to his pleas. He adjusts his press badge and clears his throat, pretending the tension in the air is only from the broken office heater. It isn’t. Every time Clark walks past him, the air thickens, warm, electric, familiar, dangerous. Because M/N might be engaged, but his heart has never really learned how to stay loyal to a wound.
Lois Lane is the first to notice it, because she notices everything. She leans against M/N’s desk, crossing her arms with that deadly reporter stare. “You two were something,” she murmurs, not unkindly, but observant.
M/N only forces a laugh, pushing aside notes for an article he isn’t reading. “We were kids,” he lies. “I don’t think we knew what we were.”
Lois raises a brow. M/N pretends not to care, pretends his chest doesn’t tighten every time Clark’s deep voice rumbles across the room. He pretends he isn’t curious, angry, hurt, confused, still so wildly in love with a man he walked away from the night Clark didn’t show up to his university graduation. Clark had promised. Clark had sworn on every star in the sky. And then nothing. No calls. No texts. No explanations. Just silence, a silence sharp enough to break something essential inside him. So M/N did what he always did when things hurt too much; he disappeared first.
Clark tries to keep his distance. He’s polite, careful, almost painfully gentle, as though M/N is a fragile memory that might shatter if he breathes too close. It’s infuriating. It’s devastating. M/N hates it. He also aches for it. Every time Clark brushes past him to grab printouts, every time their eyes accidentally meet over morning briefings, M/N feels the old, dangerous gravity tug between them. Tonight, he reminds himself, he goes home to (Fiance's Name) (Last Name); architect, dependable, devoted, the man who gave M/N stability when he thought he’d never trust again. (Fiance's name), who asked him to marry him under the city lights with a quiet smile and a hand that didn’t shake. (Fiance's name), who is everything Clark wasn’t. Everything except… Clark.
M/N tries to bury himself in normal life. On weekends, he cleans their shared apartment because it’s one of the few acts of calm he can control; sorting, dusting, reorganizing the pieces of a life he’s building with a man who loves him. But this weekend feels strange from the beginning. (Fiance's name) is working at a project site all day. The apartment is quiet. Too quiet. M/N decides to clean (Fiance's name)’s home office, humming under his breath as he dusts shelves and rearranges blueprints. Halfway through, he notices the small black safe box tucked beneath the desk is cracked open. (Fiance's name) must’ve forgotten to close it. M/N bends down, reaching for the lid, ready to shut—
—and then he sees a name.
A familiar name.
A name that freezes the air in his lungs.
Clark Kent.
It sits handwritten on the corner of an envelope. Neat. Soft. The way Clark writes everything, as if afraid of leaving marks too heavy. M/N’s throat tightens. He shouldn’t touch it. He shouldn’t even be thinking about touching it. But something; instinct, dread, gravity, pulls him forward. Before he can talk himself out of it, he reaches into the safe and lifts the large manila envelope.
Inside are… letters.
Not one. Not two.
Hundreds.
All addressed to him.
All in Clark’s handwriting.
M/N’s fingers tremble so violently that the paper nearly slips from his grip. He sinks onto the floor, knees folding weakly beneath him, the quiet room suddenly suffocating. He opens the first letter. Then the second. Then the twentieth. His heartbeat is a roar in his ears as he reads words written in a voice he once knew better than his own, Clark wrote about searching for him after graduation. About showing up late because of something he couldn’t explain; an emergency, a disaster, a moment he had to save the world from. He wrote apologies, desperate, aching ones. He wrote hopes, small ones, trembling ones, hoping M/N will give him another chance. He wrote updates from Smallville. He wrote about loneliness. About missing M/N. About loving him still.
M/N can no longer breathe.
There are dates; dates from the months after he left, from the year after, from holidays, birthdays, anniversaries that shouldn’t still hurt but do. Letter after letter after letter. M/N’s vision blurs as he flips through them; some long, some short, all real. All true. All proof that Clark hadn’t ghosted him. Clark had tried. Clark had reached out. Clark has begged in ink.
He finds the explanation halfway through a stack of unopened envelopes. Clark had sent everything to his parents. He didn’t know M/N had moved out to escape the hurt. He didn’t know M/N avoided letting Clark know his new address. Clark had hoped, prayed, that someone would pass the letters on.
But someone had intercepted them.
Someone had stolen them.
Someone had put them in this safe.
(Fiance's name).
M/N’s hands go cold.
He digs deeper through the box and finds something else; an old SIM card. His old SIM card. Confusion coils in his gut before the realization slams into him so hard he nearly chokes.
His contacts. His call logs. His messages. Clark’s number.
Clark’s calls he never received.
Clark’s texts he never saw.
Everything… gone because someone replaced his SIM card.
Because (Fiance's name) replaced his SIM card.
M/N’s breath comes out in a broken trembling inhale. His shoulder shakes, then his entire body follows, as if grief is rising from somewhere years-deep inside him. Tears drip onto Clark’s handwriting.
“No, no, no…” he curls over the letters like they’re fragile pieces of a past he thought he understood. His sobs are quiet, sharp, and choked. He covers his mouth with the back of his hand, shaking uncontrollably, terrified he’ll tear the paper with how hard he’s trembling. “You didn’t leave me,” he whispers, as though Clark can hear him from miles away. “You didn’t leave me. You didn’t… leave…”
His heart feels like it’s splitting; cleanly, violently, right along the seam where Clark’s name has always lived.
M/N cries until his chest aches, until his hands numb, until daylight fades from the windows and the safe box surrounds him like a confession. Everything he believed is wrong. Everything he built is healing on is a lie. Clark was never the villain.
(Fiance's name) is.
M/N wipes his face with shaking hands, staring down at Clark’s words; the final pieces of a truth he never let himself imagine. Every line is soaked in longing. Every letter is a testament. Every page feels like it’s whispering the same thing.
I didn’t stop loving you. I never stopped loving you.
And suddenly M/N can’t unfeel any of it.
He can’t un-know any of it.
He can’t pretend anymore that his heart doesn’t still belong to the man who wrote every one of these letters like a vow.
He sits there on the floor, surrounded by paper, surrounded by truth, drowning in grief and relief and heartbreak all at once. Slowly, very slowly, something inside him begins to shift, sharp, and fragile.
He whispers Clark’s name.
Soft.
Broken.
Reverent.
The letters stay scattered around him like fallen stars.
And M/N finally understands the one thing he’s spent years running from—
Not only did he never stop loving Clark…
He never had the chance to stop.
He wipes his face with the back of his wrist, useless, because the tears keep falling, and reaches into the safe again. He grabs the letters in fistfuls, terrified of leaving even one behind. Envelope after envelope, stack after stack, he pulls them out until the safe sits empty, hollow, stripped of every lie it silently guarded. The letters press against his chest as he clutches all of them, almost desperately, as if they’re the only proof he isn’t losing his mind. His breath trembles as he hurries to the bedroom, dropping onto his knees at the foot of the bed and stuffing the letters inside, not carefully, not neatly, but feverishly, like a man trying to save pieces of himself from a burning house. Once sealed, he swings the bag over his shoulder, storms out of the apartment with a pounding heart, and races down the stairwell.
Outside, the wind hits his face hard, but he barely feels it. Adrenaline, fear, longing, they drown everything else. M/N hops onto his bicycle and starts pedaling through the dim streets of Metropolis with reckless urgency. His thighs burn, his heartbeat hammers against his ribs, but he doesn’t slow down. Streetlights blur. Car horns yell behind him. His tears keep falling, drying on his skin only to be replaced by new ones. Clark’s letters feel like a weight and a lifeline inside the bag, every bump of the road reminding him they’re real. That Clark cared. That Clark, not as Superman, fought. That Clark hoped for him. By the time M/N reaches Clark’s apartment complex, he’s breathless, shaking, skin flushed from the cold and the ride, but none of that matters, because only one thing fills his mind. Clark.
He hops off of his bike without parking it properly and securely as he parks it on the side of the building. He can buy a new bicycle if it gets stolen, but he can’t buy a new Clark Kent. He rushes inside the building and nearly trips over himself as he runs up the stairs, taking them two at a time. When he reaches Clark’s unit, he stops only long enough to catch a fragment of breath before knocking, no pounding, on the door with trembling fists. His vision trembles. His chest aches. His lips quiver with words he can’t form yet. And then the door swings open, and Clark stands there in sweats and a plain black t-shirt, hair slightly messy, eyes softening instantly into worry the moment he sees M/N’s tear-streaked face.
“M/N?” Clark breathes, voice gentle, concerned, warm, so warm it breaks something in M/N completely. But M/N doesn’t speak. Doesn’t think. Doesn’t hesitate.
He moves.
He crashes into Clark like a storm, hands gripping Clark’s shirt, slamming his lips against Clark’s in a desperate, breaking, breathless kiss. Their mouths meet in heat and history, in longing sharpened by years of silence. Clark stiffens for half a second, surprised, shocked, then melts just as quickly, hands flying to M/N’s waist, pulling him inside the apartment without breaking the kiss. The door slams shut behind them when M/N kicks it with the heel of his shoe, never letting go. Clark kisses him back with a hunger M/N never forgot, deepening the kiss, cupping M/N’s face with trembling hands as if afraid M/N will disappear. Their breaths mix, hot, and uneven. M/N whimpers against Clark’s mouth, pouring years of yearning into every frantic press of his lips.
When they finally break apart for air, their foreheads rest together, breaths crashing in the small space between them. M/N is still crying, quiet, shaking tears that slide down Clark’s thumb as he wipes them gently.
“I-I saw them,” M/N whispers, voice cracking. “The letters. All of them. Clark, oh God, I saw everything.” His voice fractures under the weight of it. “It wasn’t you,” he cries. “It wasn’t you who left me. It was (Fiance's name). H-he hid them. He hid everything. He changed my SIM card so you couldn’t call. I thought you ghosted me. I thought you didn’t care. I thought you just… stopped loving me.” The words break him open. He sobs again. “I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”
Clark cups his face, thumbs brushing tears away tears, eyes soften with a pain M/N has only seen once; when they first broke up. “Hey… hey,” Clark whispers, voice low, soothing, grounding. “M/N, no. You don’t apologize for something you didn’t do. We were both kept in the dark. We both lost each other because someone took our choices away.” His voice trembles. “You didn’t fail me. And I didn’t stop trying. We were victims of the same lie.”
M/N lets out a choked breath and launches forward again, kissing Clark with deeper need; wild, urgent, trembling with everything he held back for years. Clark responds immediately, hands sliding under M/N’s shirt, lifting him effortlessly. M/N drops the bag to the floor without caring where it lands, his legs wrappling around Clark’s waist as they kiss like they’re relearning the shape of each other. Clark walks them toward the bedroom, his lips never leaving M/N’s. Clothing falls away slowly at first, then faster, frantic, pulled by hands that remember too much and want even more. The world narrows to skin, breath, warmth, and the desperate reunion of two people who spent years aching for a touch they believed they lost forever.
Their love-making is messy and emotional; soft in the beginning, then intense, heated, full of gasped breaths, moans, and whispered apologies and trembling “I missed you”s. Clark holds M/N with a reverence that feels like a vow, while M/N clings to him like a man finding home after years in the dark. They move together in the quiet glow of the bedside lamp, rediscovering every inch, every sound, every heartbeat they once memorized. It's not rushed, it’s years of pain dissolving into closeness, years of longing pouring into touch. When they finally collapse against the sheets, bodies warm and tangled, their hearts feel raw and exposed, but finally, beautifully, alive.
Hours later, still naked, M/N sits up, gets up, and exits the bedroom for a moment, returning then to the room with the bag. Sitting down on the bed, he pulls out every letter and spreads them across the bed, hundreds of envelopes, each one holding a version of Clark who refused to stop loving him. Clark, still catching his breath, sits up behind him, and wraps his arms around M/N’s waist, resting his chin on M/N’s shoulder as his eyes scan the letters; letters he never thought M/N would see.
Clark swallows hard. “I searched everywhere for you,” he murmurs, voice trembling. “I asked your parents every week. I waited in Smallville every Christmas, just in case you came home… because I thought maybe, maybe I could win you back.” His voice cracks. “I never stopped loving you, M/N. Not for a day.”
M/N turns to him slowly, eyes red, voice fragile. “My parents… they asked me so many times if I got your letters. They asked me so many times, and I thought they were joking. I thought they were teasing me because I never received a single one. I thought you didn’t care. I thought you forgot me.” He places a hand on Clark’s chest, feeling the steady heartbeat he once fell asleep to and looks down as he presses his forehead against Clark’s collarbone. “I thought you chose to forget me.”
Clark lifts M/N’s face gently, pleading in his eyes; raw, vulnerable, unmasked in a way only Clark Kent, not as Superman, ever is. “Choose me,” he whispers. “Please. Choose me again. I want you back. I want us back. I want everything we lost. M/N… I want you.” His words are a plea, a prayer, a desperate confession of the love he has carried all these years.
M/N’s breathes out a trembling sigh and leans until their lips brush. The kiss he gives Clark is slow, deep, full of devotion and rediscovered truth. When he pulls back, their lips slightly touching, he whispers softly, reverently, “I’ll always choose you, Clark. I always have. And I always will. My heart is yours from the first page.”
Ever since readering His Choice by @honeybunnyale, thoughts of the a/b/o trope with Clark have been infesting my brain. Anyone who want's to write this feel free to steal it and tag me if you do.
Alpha Clark but the thing is a/b/o culture only exist in Kryptonian biology. Clark lives on a planet where not only is he the "last" of his kind, but lonely without a an omega to mate with.
The reader is human who was kidnapped by Lex Luthor in order to be a weapon to use against superman. (Important note: Superman and reader have never met.). Instead of creating another clone like Ultra man, Lex decides to turn someone into another Krptonian. If I'm remembering correctly, in certian iterations in the comics some individuals have been able to gain kryponian powers.
When reader turns Kryptonian the also gains their second gender. and end up presnting as an Omega. Clark knows Kryptonian sents, he knows his own and Kara's, but they are alpha's. Clark has never smelled a Omega sent before, so he is confused when he smells yours for the first time. The second smell that lingers is the Krytonian blood coursing through you and that is when the decides to check out where and who you are.
The thought of their being another Krytonian on the Earth, which he suspects is happening, who survived has him searching frantically to find you. Plus when you presented as an Omega you ended up triggering his rut, so now he is crabling to find you like a rabbid dog.
He does end up finding you in locked in some cell at one of Lex's labs. Superman takes you and fucks you because honestly your heat and his run are clashing. Neither of you can reist eachother.
A/n: A stillbirth unstrung him, it nearly killed you. You turned to him, looked endlessly for him in the dark, only to realize he chose darkness time and time again. You need to save yourself, even if it means letting him drown. ~18.2k words
Warnings: Smut (MDNI), A/B/O dynamics (Top Alpha Jacaerys Velaryon x Bottom Omega Male Reader), Alcoholism, Addiction/Relapse, Stillbirth, Angst-Hurt/Comfort(?), I think that’s all sorry if I missed any!
Ps: Just as a heads up for anyone who missed the announcement requests close today at 11:59pm!
Here you are. Sitting at the dinner table, barely illuminated by the light from the microwave, alone. Candles nearly burnt completely away, you push your plate of food away, it’s long been cold. You laugh hollowly, bitterly, to yourself wondering how you ended up in this position. Maybe he’d always been a drinker. Maybe he hid it well. How do you cope with knowing or rather feeling like you started his spiral? She would’ve been two months old by now. The nursery sits unused, untouched by anyone since you lost her. You and Jacaerys were so happy. He bought pink onesies, floral pacifiers, he was excited and ready to be a girl dad. You were just as happy if not more to finally start a family. Then it just wasn’t in the cards. Her lungs never developed, her heart was outside of her body, she didn’t develop a brain, you can’t remember anymore, all you know is she’s not here. You wanted to cry with him. Grieve with him. Let it all out in his arms, but here you are again, alone. After another promise to do better. After another instance of finding a hidden rum bottle, after another instance of finding a half full gin bottle under his driver’s seat. When he was pulled over for drunk driving you got him the best lawyer you could find. Pleaded down to a misdemeanor and community service. And he didn’t learn. Just got smarter. Or fell further, till he was a functional alcoholic.
You couldn’t bring yourself to let him touch you anymore. How could you when it felt wrong? He was always drunk. How could he consent? He always smelled like liquor, how is that attractive? Beneath it all you were scared. Impossibly so. What if you got pregnant again? Another sonogram. Another round of baby clothes shopping. What if you lost it again? You’re barely surviving by yourself, and Jacaerys? If you could consider that surviving…maybe he’d finally croak. It was 3:54am when you heard the doorknob jiggle. The smell hits you first. Tequila. You can hear his car keys jingling in his hands. “Really Jacaerys?” You bluntly state. “Couldn’t you have fucking called me?” You ask. “Ooo-oh”, he hiccups, “Hiiii huuuney~” Jacaerys slurs and laughs to himself like he’s said the funniest thing ever heard. “If you want to kill yourself,”, your lip quivers, “why not just cut out the middle man and stop risking other lives?” You snarl slamming your hands down on the table. “M’not-“ he gags, hand clamping over his mouth. He makes a face as he swallows his bile. “M’not drunk.” He manages to say. “Besides…I’m just as important as other people right?” Jacaerys snickers as he asks.
“No.” You say without thinking. Jacaerys’ laughter dies in his throat, his eyes water but you can’t tell. “What?” Jacaerys asks. “You’re not as important as other people.” You say again, your rage calcifying, turning harder than steel to cut you both down, heavier tungsten to drown the both of you. “How important is an alcoholic to society?” You ask. “What good do you add?” You say standing and walking over. “You play with the lives of other drivers by driving like this!” You jab your finger into his chest. “So I’m sorry Jacaerys. But you’re not. Not like this.” You say sternly. Jacaerys’ lip trembles, but before he can ask he looks over to the dinner table, a meal set, candles burnt down till even the wax blackened. “Fuck…did I miss our date night?” Jacaerys asks, hand palming against his forehead. “What else is new? I’m surprised you even remember, considering how sloshed you are 24/7.” You spit walking back to the table. Your hands rake through your hair as you hang your head. “M’not sloshed all the time…” Jacaerys says as he approaches you. “You are! Morning, noon, and night! You’re fucking drunk!” You yell as you drag your arm across the table sending plates to smash as they fall, and utensils to clatter as they bounce.
Jacaerys’ eyes widen, he backs away slowly, hands raised. His nose finally registers the anger, the pain, the bitterness in your scent. How could he have missed something like that? “(Y/n) let’s just take a moment-“”A moment to what!” You shout. “For you to spin another lie?! Another story?! Another promise you’ll go back on?!” You sob, your hands covering your face. “You’re not the man I married.” You say muffled. Something inside Jacaerys snaps, quicker than he can stop. “You’re not the man I married either!” He yells. “You’re not even half the omega he was.” He spits. He freezes when he sees you lift your head and stare directly into his eyes, mouth slowly dropping open. “Fuck me.” He says breathing heavily. “Do you think this has been easy for me?!” He shouts. “Because newsflash it fucking hasn’t!” Jacaerys snarls. “And to make it even worse the only time I feel like you still love me, still see the good in me…is when I’m like this…” Jacaerys sniffles. “I drive you to drink?” You say monotonously. “Is that what you’re saying?” You ask. “Do you think this hasn’t been just as hard on me as it has for you?” You ask softly. “I do.” Jacaerys lies. “Because you’re still above water, trying to keep me from drowning.” Jacaerys grits his teeth. He doesn’t know why he’s saying this to hurt you.
You nod slowly, blinking softly, trying to keep anymore tears from spilling. “Right.” You take a deep breath. “We’re not who we married anymore.” You say with a finality Jacaerys doesn’t recognize or understand. “(Y/n)-““Let’s get you to bed.” You say, cutting him off, as you pull him to the bathroom. You strip him down ignoring his attempts to talk, or speak. You spray him with water, making sure he’s clean. You massage his scalp as you work in the shampoo. When all is said and done he’s in his pajamas, already snoring away in bed. You take another deep breath, before heading into the nursery and grabbing a few things you want to keep that remind you of her. You walk back to your shared bedroom with Jacaerys, before pulling your suitcase out of the closet. You throw everything in, uncaring of folding or hanging clothes. The only things that do get that special attention and care are her onesies. You head back into the living room, suitcase in hand, before heading to your car and putting your suitcase in your trunk. You start the engine, your hands nearly crush the wheel, the leather screeches as your fingernails dig into the hide. You get out of your car and walk back into the bedroom one last time. You purse your lips feeling your eyes water as you eye your wedding band. You pull it off before placing it by his hidden stash of booze, to make sure it’s the first thing he’ll see. The next day when Jacaerys woke up, he looked for you. Called endlessly, even when he kept getting sent straight to voicemail without a single ring. He’s left more sobbing voicemails than he can recall, until he stops. Only in the afternoon did he finally find your wedding band. He would’ve ended the night differently if he knew it’d be the last time he’d see you.
Jacaerys tried. He really tried, for once. But he couldn’t go longer than a day or two without drinking. The withdrawals were too much. The aches, the shakes, the cold sweat, the way he felt like he’d die without a single drop of it. He couldn’t fight it, and he couldn’t force you to stay. And he wouldn’t either. Something had to give and if it wasn’t going to be his drinking habit, of course it was going to be you. Jacaerys gives his lawyer as much power as he can so he doesn’t have to see you in court. Little does he know you’ve done the same. Your lawyer and his spent hours arguing in arbitration until an agreement is made. You go in hours before he does to sign. You feel like you’ve lost a piece of yourself. You hoped this would give you clarity. That it would feel right and justified, but it doesn’t. You feel like you left a drowning man at sea, who doesn’t know which way is up. You chose to save yourself, but maybe Jacaerys was right? Maybe you weren’t hurting as badly as him. You never took up a vice, you just nearly destroyed yourself to keep him safe. You cried to yourself in your apartment. The one that felt entirely too small, and somehow much too big for just you. You still catch yourself sometimes waking up at 3am to check if he’s made it home, or worse to see if the news has any new car accidents to report.
Jacaerys gives up trying. He wanted to be better but he doesn’t, or can’t, want it for himself. He wanted it for you and now he doesn’t have you. If he kicks this, he’ll have nothing to show for losing you. It would’ve all been for nothing. He drinks for longer, even further into the dead of night. Stumbling into his empty home, only to pass out on the floor of the nursery. Even the strongest spirits and liquors feel like they’re fading, they used to get him exactly where he needed to be, but now? They all feel watered down. Jacaerys hits rock bottom with a bang. He’s slurring his words, crying and pleading his case to the police officers that book him. It’s an open and shut case. He has too many priors. Too many ‘misdemeanors’ with 0 changed behavior. Even the plea deal came with mandatory jail time, there wasn’t anything he could do or anyone he could turn to. He sweats it all out, suffering from withdrawals while strapped down to a bed like he’s a convict. Like he’s dangerous. For the first time it settles in his mind how others see him. It’s a stark contrast to how you treated him until the end. You always looked at him like he was a god among men. Like he was your world. Even when he was slurring his words and couldn’t walk in a straight line.
Jacaerys struggles strapped to that bed. He feels pins and needles. Glass under his skin, acid in his eyes. The IV in his vein sears. His lips chapped from dehydration, he sweats everything they’re putting in him. “Please let me die…if I can’t drink…if- if I can’t have (Y/n)…I have nothing…” Jacaerys silently begs. He gets no such relief, instead he survives. Forced to survive would be more accurate. He makes it out the other side, guilty, but alive. Empty, but still breathing. The correctional officers immediately place Jacaerys in solitary, somewhere his newfound sobriety can’t be tempted by toilet hooch. “If you want your jail time to shorten, or at least not increase, then you will do AA.” The warden snarled through the grates of Jacaerys’ cell. “I have nothing else to do…so why not…” Jacaerys murmured before turning on his side to face the wall. He sits in on the first few meetings by force. The next few he begrudgingly joins. The few more after that he could almost say he was looking forward to it. He didn’t know why he was changing but it felt nice. Even at his probation hearing he asked to stay the full time so he could recover from his addiction. He was quietly frustrated to be released early for good behavior, especially after asking to stay. But at least he had friends now. Friends from AA. People that understood him and connected with him on a level they could reach him at.
Jacaerys doesn’t know why he’s here. At this bar. A bottle in his hand, as he sobs to himself. He was doing well. He had enough saved for the automatic payments to never bounce, so he had a home. Good credit. His car needed a boost but other than that, he thought he was set. The spiral started with one rejection followed in quick succession by another that was always followed by another. Jacaerys couldn’t pass background checks anymore. Anytime they searched his social security number, his litany of impaired driving, public intoxication, and conviction would come up. He tried hard, he wanted to be an upright man. He wanted to find you. Try again. Be the alpha you need. And yet here he is, having found another bottle. He passes out in the booth, uncaring of what happens. Whether he’s thrown out, or arrested again, he doesn’t care. The system isn’t made for people with pasts like his. He wakes up to a bucket of ice cold water splashed on his face. “Fuck me.” Jacaerys shivers. “What was that for?” He slurs. “If this is about my tab I’m good for it.” He murmurs trying to fall asleep again. “I’ve got another bucket with your name on it if you don’t open those fucking eyes Jace.” He growled. Jacaerys eyes shot open, he squinted as he looked to the man talking to him. “James?” Jacaerys asks softly.
“Yeah shit head it’s me.” He gruffly spoke. “God just leave me to die.” Jacaerys sniffles. “Fuck!” He shouts as he’s doused in more water. “You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve feeling sorry for yourself.” James spat. “Drinking.” He shakes his head. “When we were all rooting so hard for you.” He says softly. “Tough shit!” Jacaerys yells. “The world fucking sucks! I tried to be good! I wanted a job! I didn’t want to drink!” Jacaerys’ eyes water. “But this place fucks with you! They never let you forget how bad you were.” He cries. “Jacaerys get your shit together. Your friends want you to succeed. I want you to succeed. And when you’re hurting we’re hurting with you.” James says helping Jacaerys up to his feet. “So yell at me all you want. Curse at me, spit at me, I don’t care. But I’m not giving up on you.” James strongly says. “But-“”No buts. No second guessing. You’re gonna suffer through withdrawals again, you’re gonna puke, hydrate, puke again, and you’re gonna get through this.” James says with finality. “Even if it kills you.” He adds with a laugh. “Why would it kill me?” Jacaerys asks. “I heard withdrawals are even worse the second time around.” He snickers. “Guess it’s time to find out if I was lied to.” He says taking a seat across from Jacaerys.
To James’ amusement he wasn’t lied to. Jacaerys looked even worse than he did in jail. Pale skin, sunken eyes, muscles screaming for relief, glass under his skin again. Even as Jacaerys threw up on every surface imaginable, James never shied away, never flinched. He was unwavering in his dedication to not let Jacaerys feel sorry for himself. It felt like a grueling eternity packed into a single week. “God I never wanna feel that way again.” Jacaerys bemoans rubbing his temples. “Good. Remember that feeling. Keep it close. A reminder to do everything you can to keep from backsliding.” James pats Jacaerys on his back. “Okay I’m sober again, I guess, what now?” Jacaerys asks. “I can get a lawyer to expunge my record but that could take ages.” He huffs. “I need money now. I can’t keep myself afloat and get a lawyer it’s one or the other.” He says softly. “Come work for me.” James says pragmatically. “I own a mechanic shop. I could teach you. That way you can start your own business if the time comes.” He offers. “But I can’t pass a background check…” Jacaerys says quietly. “Did I ask about a fuckin’ background check?” James snaps. “No, fuck!” Jacaerys jumps back. “Exactly. You’ll get good wages, a place to live if you wanna rent your home for extra cash, and all you have to do is work for me, and start going to AA again.” James smiles, it’s not big, but it’s warm and knowing. “But what if I relapse?” Jacaerys whispers. “I don’t think you will, but if you’re nervous, no better place to do it than by my side. Cause I can help you get back on track.” James assures him. The two shake on it, before Jacaerys does everything he can to make sure he follows through on his promise.
It’s not an easy job. And more often than not Jacaerys finds himself covered in motor oil and soot. He’s fucked up a transmission or two, threw a few axles off kilter, and nearly totaled not one car but two. But despite all that he’s stayed sober. James helps ground him and shows him exactly where he went wrong the first time around and what he needs to look out for next time he’s under the hood of a car. Jacaerys’ AA attendance is perfect. Not a single missed day for the last six months. He’s even got a new sobriety chip to prove. He gets in his car, turning it on, before he slowly pulls out of the parking lot. He looks both ways, and merges, but he doesn’t see the car speeding towards his with no sign of slowing down. The last thing Jacaerys hears is the disorienting, eardrum shattering clash of metal against metal. The last thing he smells and feels is the burning of the airbag deployment. The burns on his fingers from it.
You’ve barely kept it together the last few months. Your bags haven’t gotten any better because despite the distance and time, you still wake up to check on him. Even if he isn’t here. Even if he’s in jail. You still feel terrible. You saved yourself but you had to let him sink so you could stay afloat and even that seems like it was pointless. Your friends know better, and they’re trying to keep you together. More sleepovers, friend dates, the works, but they know it’s like putting a bandaid on a gunshot wound. “So (Y/n) how’s work?” Kaitlyn asks. “Same old same old.” You shrug as you make lemonade. “What about you?” You ask. “Oh you know. The usual. I swear if another person turns into a bridezilla on me I’m retiring.” She snorts. “God I don’t know how you don’t tell them to fuck off.” You snicker, you stop when you feel your phone vibrate. “Oh hold that thought.” You say as you see her open her mouth. “Hello?” You greet as you answer the call and put your phone to your ear. “Hi, is this (Y/n) Velaryon?” A woman asks. “Yeah this is him.” You answer on instinct. “Great. We have Jacaerys Velaryon here in the emergency.” She says before you can tell her you’re divorced. “…What?” Your voice shakes. “We have Jacaerys Velaryon here. He’s being treated. There was a drunk driver, multi car crash, that’s all I can say over the phone though I’m sorry.” She explains a bit further. “Can we expect you?” She asks. “Uh- yes! Yes. I’ll be right there.” You say frantically. You run around panicked, grabbing your keys and filling a bag with a pillow and a few blankets. “Kaitlyn I’m so sorry, see yourself out I have to go.” You blurt as you run down to your car.
You feel your heartbeat all throughout your body. From the top of your head, to your fingertips, and toes you feel that frantic thrum. You break a few traffic laws, speeding mainly, only feeling like you can breathe when the hospital comes into view. You pull into the lot, throwing your keys at the valet as you run inside. You nearly slam into the nurses desk. “Hi I’m (Y/n) Velaryon. What room is Jacaerys Velaryon in?” You manage to ask. “Just one moment,” she says typing away at her keyboard, “he’s in room 306B.” She says softly. Before she can ask if you need an escort you bolt towards the elevator. “Come on. Come on!” You growl at the elevator. Everything seems to be taking forever. Even as the elevator hums and takes you to his floor it’s still not fast enough. The moment the elevator doors slide open you run out, heading for Jacaerys’ room. You’re right outside his door, hand on the knob, but unable to turn it. You feel like you don’t have the right to be by his side anymore. You already abandoned him once. Would it be cruel to step in momentarily? Just to be sure he’s okay, only to leave again when you know he is. What if he has another mate, another omega waiting for him? Or worse is on their way here right now? “Hi are you Mr. Velaryon?” A doctor’s voice cuts through your spiral.
“Uh hi- yes. I am.” You say. “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Dr. Emilio Bianchi.” He introduces himself. “(Y/n).” You greet. “Let’s head in.” He says, opening the door and ushering you through. It’s heartbreaking. Seeing Jacaerys unconscious, his arm in a cast, his leg elevated also in a cast. You can faintly see the gauze around his midriff. “Uhm-“ your voice cracks, your eyes water, “what happened?” You ask. “Drunk driver behind the wheel. A car accident real bad, as you can tell.” Emilio. “God Jacaerys I hope you haven’t killed anyone…” You softly pray inside your mind. “Uhm how many victims?” You ask quietly. “None. He’s the worst one of the bunch.” Emilio reveals. “Oh thank god…” you whisper. “Are the police on the way?” You ask. “Yes…?” Emilio says unsure. “But you don’t need to worry about that.” He adds. He moves to the door, but eyes you watching Jacaerys intensely, forlornly. “How long were you two married?” Emilio asks. “We divorced a little over a year ago. But it would’ve been our sixth anniversary.” You say absentmindedly. “You’re divorced?” Emilio asks. “Yeah.” You answer all your attention still on Jacaerys. “Shoot. Okay. Uh…unfortunately since you’re divorced you’re not immediate family, so we can’t talk to you anymore about his treatment plan.” Emilio says softly. “I’m sorry, but you can stay for as long as you’d like.” He adds as he leaves.
“Thanks.” You say to no one, you didn’t even register the doctor had left. You place your bag down, pulling out the blanket Jacaerys liked most. You take off the hospital one before gingerly placing Jacaerys’ own over him. You do it like it’s muscle memory and in a way it is. “I’m always so cold when I’m here.” He shivered. You still remember how brightly he smiled when you pull out his blanket. Why’d you take it with you? Did he call to ask about it? Did he even notice? You don’t care, you make sure he’s warm, before pulling the chair up to the side of his bed and sitting down. You lean forward, resting on your arms, staring up at him. “You’re a piece of shit you know that.” You say with a sniffle. “Just ‘cause I said your life wasn’t as important didn’t mean I wanted this.” You cry, burying your face into your arms. “God Jacaerys wake up already so I can tell you to your face how much I hate you.” You beg. “Wake up so I can tell you I never stopped thinking about you, that I never stopped loving you.” You plead, gently placing your hand parallel to his, ensuring only your fingers touch. The hours collect and cascade into days with you only leaving Jacaerys’ side to go home, shower, and buy food, before you rush back on the off chance he’s woken up.
The slow methodical drip of the IV blends harmonically with the slow constant beep of the EKG. “Ngh…ugh.” Jacaerys groans as he tries to sit up, only to feel a pain he wouldn’t wish on his worst enemy. “Fuck-“ He bites back the rest of what he was gonna say. His nose twitches, he takes a deep breath. He thinks he’s hallucinating, because it’s your scent. But you wouldn’t be here. You gave up on him, rightfully so. You shouldn’t, wouldn’t, be here. Right? Jacaerys tried to find the remote to move his hospital bed up, but struggles to find it, he can faintly see the top of your head from this position, but it’s not enough to believe you’re actually here. He looks up at the ceiling counting down the little spots in the style of ceiling tiles as he bides his time. Jacaerys freezes when he feels the bed shift ever so slightly, and he can finally get a good look at your face. “(Y/n)…?” He asks softly, voice hoarse from days of disuse. Your eyes widen, and slowly go over to Jacaerys. “Jace? You’re up?” You whisper, lip quivering. “Yeah. I hope I didn’t scare you too bad.” He says just as choked up as you are. The two of you take each other in, neither speaking nor making the first move, neither wanting this soft quiet to end. “What happened?” Jacaerys breaks first as he tries to fill in the gaps in his memory.
“You caused an accident.” You whisper, eyes tired but still as warm as Jacaerys can remember. “What? How?” He asks scared. “I thought I was safe…I usually am…” Jacaerys panics. “I swear I looked both ways and everything…I think?” He pleads. “Yeah, I’m sure.” You say candidly, you both wince at how dismissive it is. “You were drunk driving Jace...” You say with warbled voice. “Again.” You sniffle. “Why haven’t you gotten better? Why do you still keep drinking and doing reckless things?” You ask wiping away your tears. “(Y/n)…I know how this is going to sound, but I promise I wasn’t drunk.” Jacaerys says tearing up. “I know I don’t deserve you believing me, but please I’m being truthful.” He sobs. “I can’t.” You say brokenly, throwing your hands up. “Uh wait!” Jacaerys says with a smile. “Find my jeans? Check the front pocket.” He desperately begs. “Jacaerys…” you say exasperated. “(Y/n) please!” He nearly cries. “Okay.” You say resigned, standing and looking for his jeans. “Okay, found them.” You say grabbing the bag they threw all his things in. You take out his jeans, still caked in blood and dirt. You reach into the front pocket, you feel a small coin, that you slowly pull out. “A quarter?” You say eyeing it.
“Flip it over, please.” Jacaerys says softly. You take another breath, giving him a sympathetic smile, before doing as he asked. “6 Months sober - Jacaerys Velaryon. One day at a time.” You read the inscription on the coin. “6 months?” Your voice shakes as you ask. “Yeah.” Jacaerys sniffles. “I wanted to find you, or get in contact somehow next week- or I guess this week…” He chuckles. “I wanted to take you out to dinner. Show you how much I’ve changed. Show you I’m finally starting to be the person you always knew I could be.” He whispers. “The person you were before the bottle.” You say gently. “He’s always been there.” Your eyes water, but you take a breath. You don’t want to trust him again too quick, maybe his sobriety isn’t even for you. Not that it should be. It should be for him. But he might’ve gotten the kick in the ass he needed from someone else. Before you can even ask that it dawns on you what week it is. “What date were you gonna ask to go out to dinner?” You softly ask. “You know.” Jacaerys says shuddering. “She would’ve been three.” He sniffles, his bandages wetting with his tears again. Your hand timidly goes to touch Jacaerys face, before you pull back. You think he almost leaned into your palm, but you will it away. Jacaerys wants to whine, he doesn’t, but he was so close to feeling the warmth of your skin again.
A broken sob rips from your throat. “Yeah.” You cry. “She would’ve been.” You sniffle. Jacaerys groans as he instinctively moves his broken arm. He finds the controller, and moves his bed up into a sitting position. With his unbroken arm, he reaches over wiping them away. “I’m sorry.” Jacaerys whispers. “I know you were just as alone as I was. Or- god..fuck I’m bad at this.” He murmurs. “I felt alone.” He clarifies. “I know I wasn’t. I know I had you. I just…didn’t know how to reach out…and you suffered for it.” Jacaerys shakily exhales. “It broke me.” He adds. “It broke me too.” You say softly. “It kinda broke u-“ You cough, you don’t finish your thought, but you don’t need to. You both know what you were going to say. You sigh deeply, moving Jacaerys’ hand down to his lap, leaving yours on top of his. “I regret a lot of things I did.” Jacaerys continues. “I felt like I was in the dark. And instead of reaching for you, I walked deeper into it. Thinking I could find relief in something different.” He says softly. “I don’t know how you felt (Y/n). And I hate that. I should’ve asked. But in the moment?” Jacaerys exhales softly. “You reminded me too much of the pain. Of the life we lost. Of what we couldn’t have.” He says looking away, tear streaks ever present. “And that wasn’t fair to you. ‘Cause I’m sure if you felt the way I did, you would’ve reached for me anyways.” Jacaerys eyes meet yours again, you can see all of the apologies he has sitting on his tongue, just waiting to see if you’ll accept these as the firsts of many.
Jacaerys can feel your tears hitting his palm. “Shit- fuck- I’m sorry (Y/n). I didn’t mean to make you cry.” Jacaerys panics. “Thank you Jace.” You whimper. You take multiple rapid short breaths, before breathing in deeply and letting it out slowly. “I think I felt the same way.” You admit. “I think I blamed myself hard, and when I felt like you did too, it was a lot.” You sniffle. “I couldn’t hate myself anymore than I already did…I think that’s when I started to resent you.” You reveal. “When I’d go to bed alone worried if you’d make it home safe, or when the dinner I cooked would just sit there, untouched…in those moments it grew…sometimes I asked myself if it was your fault…” You cry. “I wasn’t fair to you either, but you’re right. I tried, I kept reaching out to you, and it seemed like you would’ve taken literally anyone else’s hand.” You wipe the tears away, before letting Jacaerys do the rest. “I already felt broken…then on top of that unwanted…I don’t know Jace….I’m not innocent, I never claimed to be, and I’m sorry for how I treated you. And I’m sorry for what the last thing I said to you the night I left.” You tearfully say. “The whole time I was sitting I kept asking myself if that was why you were in this hospital bed.” You say solemnly. “I kept wondering if that was the last thing I would’ve ever said to you.” You sniffle.
“I wondered the same.” Jacaerys says softly. “Not about you.” He clarifies. “But if the horrible, hurtful things I said to you would be the last thing you would’ve heard from me.” Jacaerys shudders. He winces from the pain that radiates from his broken body. “I’m sorry for what I said. I was being cruel on purpose, and that wasn’t fair to you, or right of me.” He adds with a tired smile. “Thank you Jacaerys.” You giggle. Jacaerys eyes widen, he always knew he missed that sound, but he didn’t know it was a piece he was missing till now. “Where-“”Good morning, just here to check on-“ The nurse interrupts Jacaerys as she walks in. “Oh my god you’re awake.” She say candidly. “I’m gonna page the doctor and I’ll be back to take your vitals.” She says sprinting out. Jacaerys squeezes your hand, waiting until you’re looking in his eyes. “Where-“”Good morning Mr. Velaryon.” Emilio says happily. “Oh fuck me.” Jacaerys mutters. “I’m Dr. Emilio Bianchi.” He smiles. “I’ll be asking a few questions and catching you up to speed on treatment while your nurse Kate takes vitals.” Emilio says warmly. “Sounds good Dr. Bianchi.” Jacaerys responds. “Ah, Mr. Velaryon, you will have to leave the room since you’re not immediate family.” He says looking to you. “No! He can stay if he wants to.” Jacaerys immediately blurts out, his hand refusing to let go of yours. “Alright then.” Emilio says tensely. “I’ll stay.” You say softly, your thumb softly rubbing the back of Jacaerys’ hand.
As Jacaerys is informed of his treatment he keeps sneaking glances at you. He was never good at this hospital stuff. He doesn’t expect you to do the emotional labor him, but you keep nodding and filling in blanks for Jacaerys. Like when asked about allergies and Jacaerys said he had none, you chimed in with penicillin. You gave the doctor his medical history, only ignorant of what he’s been through medically since the divorce. The moment the doctor and nurse leave Jacaerys looks to you again, he finds you’re already staring at him. “Are you seeing anyone?” You ask lowly, eyes darting away so he doesn’t feel bad for answering honestly. “No.” Jacaerys says candidly, fighting and losing against the blush creeping across his face. “Are you?” He asks in return. “No.” You say softly, still unable to meet his eyes, you can feel a warmth climbing up your neck and face. “Before those fucking medical workers interrupt me again.” Jacaerys chortles. “I was trying to ask…” he takes a breath, he holds your hand tighter, reverently, “where do we go from here?” He asks gently, bracing like you’re going to tell him to fuck off. “That’s the million dollar question, huh?” You giggle, before taking a deep breath. “Jacaerys I don’t know how you feel, but…I’ve never stopped loving you. Even at your lowest. It hurt me because of how much I loved you.” Your lip quivers. “There’s a lot of hurt, a lot of pain here. I’d be lying if I wasn’t nervous about you falling off the wagon,” you pause, taking a clipped breath, as you shoulder jerk up with the sob your choking back. Jacaerys can feel his heart starting to shatter. “But I’m open to giving this- us a try.” You say unsure.
Jacaerys eyes widen, he laughs like he’s been given a million dollars. His joy slowly turns to him holding his bottom lip between his teeth as he stifles his sobbing. “That’s all I could hope for.” He cries. “I’m gonna prove you’re not making a- a mistake by trusting me again.” He declares. “I’m doing this for me.” He says strongly. “I’m sober because I want to be, because this is who I want to be.” He cries. “And I’ll do it for you too, not because it’ll fix us, but because it’s what I deserve, what you deserve, what wedeserve.” He sobs. Your face scrunches up as you cry with him. “What ground rules do you wanna set?” He asks as he calms down. “Y’know we were married…” you remind him. “We still are in my head.” Jacaerys admits. “So we don’t have to act like strangers right…?” You ask softly. “I’m inclined to agree.” Jacaerys says cheerfully. As you shift in your seat your shirt moves ever so slightly, but he can see it. You never got your mating mark removed. Just like him. “You never got it removed?” He whispers, eyes welling with tears again. Your hand instinctively shoots to cover it. “No. I made the appointment a few times but I never went. I couldn’t bring myself to do it.” You admit. “Me neither.” He says leaning just enough to show you. Maybe this was always how this was meant to be? He thinks maybe it was fate for you two to find each other again. “Move over.” You say softly, walking over to the other side of his bed. “Is this okay?” You ask as you start to get onto the bed. “Yeah. More than okay.” He whispers. You lay down next to him, arm across his abs, leg hiked up so your thigh rests on his. “What about this?” You whisper into his neck. “Feels like home. I probably don’t need the blanket if I have you.” He whispers gently rubbing your head with the underside of his chin.
Jacaerys’ smile never falters, even as the nurses maybe jerk his broken arm and leg too hard, or far. Not when you’re sitting by his side. Whether your eyes are on him, or your work laptop, or a magazine, or something else to keep yourself entertained, as long as you’re by his side he smiles. He tries not to feel less than when you wheel him around the hospital ward so he’s not stuck in his room all day. He thinks he’s being slick with how he saves the best part of his hospital meal for you. A chocolate pudding cup yesterday, a frozen juice pouch the day before last, he’s even tried to give you his scented hospital gown though even that he had to admit was a tad too far. Jacaerys never takes anything for granted, he’s been there once before and refuses to go back. He gratefully accepts what you give him, while eagerly reciprocating. He waits his turn as you gently, timidly rub your cheek against his, before he does the same with gusto, like he’s been waiting for this moment again. As the weeks mount, he’s finally cleared to be discharged.
As you wheel him out you can’t help but think of the logistics. He can’t exactly live by himself, not yet at least. His arm and leg are still healing. “Whatcha thinking ‘bout?” Jacaerys asks, feeling your scent shift and waver between two emotional points. “Just…trying to figure out how I’m gonna care for you.” You whisper. “You can move back in.” Jacaerys says quietly. “Your things haven’t been moved…I didn’t even touch them after you left.” He says morosely. “There’s…a lot in that house Jacaerys.” You say softly. “It’s not a home anymore. Not to me at least. There’s lot of hurt. A lot of pain.” You say lowly. “I don’t want to move back in there.” You admit. “I know what you mean.” Jacaerys says gingerly, hand trying to reach yours, but settling for the softness of your cheek. “Then how about I sell it? We can use the sale funds to buy a new home together?” He says excitedly. “Let’s not jump the gun just yet.” You say gently trying to ground him. “Oh…” He tries not to deflate but it’s hard, “right.” He says forcing a smile. “I’m not saying no. Just not right now.” You clarify. “We’ve got a good thing going right now. Let’s not muddy the waters by adding a home sale when you’re supposed to focus on physical therapy.” You say with a small laugh.
“Why don’t you move in with me?” You offer with a smile. “We can ask my friend Kaitlyn, see if she’s game to bring some of your clothes over, maybe bribe her with pizza or money.” You chortle. Jacaerys smiles, beaming really, at the thought of sharing a bed with you again. “I have a spare room that’s not being used.” You say with a smile. Jacaerys’ smile doesn’t falter, but he feels the crushing weight of his own expectations. “Why would I assume I’d get to share a bed with (Y/n) again so soon…” He muses to himself. “I’d like that. If you’ll have me.” He says contentedly. “Of course. Can’t leave you on your own anyways.” You say softly. You help him into the car, before climbing in and bringing him to your apartment. You immediately ask for grace and understanding as Kaitlyn raises an eyebrow seeing Jacaerys in your home. She gives you what you ask for, not mentioning it and helping when you asked but she didn’t fully hide her displeasure. Only tempering it when you asked her because you could tell it was making Jacaerys uncomfortable. You couldn’t be too mad at her either she was there when you cried to her about your divorce. She was witness to all the times you’d randomly tense and start to softly cry when the news would come on and they’d mention a car accident.
Slowly but surely Jacaerys made progress. Sometimes you’d flinch when he’d get frustrated, but he never once directed his anger at you. He never once blamed you, didn’t even blame himself, he just had to accept his new circumstances. When he realized you stopped flinching around him he took great pride in that. He felt like he could hold his head higher. Breathe a little easier. Be a little prouder for who he is now. He still had an uphill battle having to accept using a cane, having to accept his inability to put his full weight on his bad knee. It made him feel like less of an alpha, even as the two you found each other again in the dark. But when you’d kiss his cheek, help him out of his pants, and sit him back. When you’d kiss his knee before you lather your hands in pain relief cream, and slowly methodically massage his bum knee, work in the cream until the ache stopped he felt like himself again. He felt like the man he was before everything went to shit. Before his vices brought you two to this point. Even your friends seemed to warm up in time realizing he’s finally put in the work and actually get better. He still has his moments, where you hold him, push his hair out of his face, and purr softly until the need to drink slowly goes away. It doesn’t happen as often anymore, but you’re always already holding him, like you instinctively know where his mind is taking him. Before Jacaerys even realizes it’s been a year, and his cane has a dedicated seat right by his side of the bed. The guest room is empty, and he shares your space again.
Jacaerys wakes up early despite it being his day off. His cane taps against the ground as he walks into the kitchen. He’s wincing as he moves quicker than he should to grab what he needs. Pancake mix here, oranges there, eggs from the fridge. All to make you a wonderful breakfast. He makes everything but before cooking he waits until he hears your alarm go off. The moment he knows you’re up and amble, he starts cooking timing it down to the second the shower turns off. He smiles to himself as he sets the table, before sitting down and waiting. “Hey honey what do you want for breakfast I’m gonna order-“ You stop mid-sentence seeing everything Jacaerys’ made. “I hope you like what I’ve made more than whatever you were about to order.” He says softly. “I’m sure I will.” You say warmly taking a seat across from him. The two of you enjoy the quiet company, catching up, and just being with each other. “That was good babe, thank you.” You whisper against Jacaerys head, before kissing him. “I gotta get to work, but enjoy your day off. I’ll call during lunch, and please actually try to relax.” You say standing by the door. “I will. Doctor’s orders remember?” Jacaerys says. “I do, but sometimes I wonder if you do.” You giggle. “I love you.” You say as you shut the door. Jacaerys struggles to rush to the door his cane hitting the ground in quick succession. Jacaerys swings the front door open. “I love you too!” He projects, catching your smile as you get into your Uber.
Jacaerys watches with heart eyes as the car heads into the city. He goes back inside, shutting the door softly behind himself. He cleans up the kitchen table, putting the dishes in the sink, putting away everything he used. He takes a seat, a little winded from the physical activity before standing again and washing the dishes, then putting them on the drying rack. He turns on the TV, before going to YouTube and putting on a physical therapy video for knee pain. He struggles to get the full range of motion but it’s a little better today than it was yesterday. He works up a sweat before falling against the couch and lifting his leg so his bad knee is elevated. He feels his phone vibrate, he smiles at the caller id before answering. “Hey James.” Jacaerys says happily. “Hey Jace. Just checking in, wanted to see how you were doing.” James says softly. “Good, good. Just did some PT, eats breakfast with my hubby. You know.” Jacaerys laughs softly. “You gotta bring the mister around one of these days or invite me and the missus over for dinner.” James lovingly chides. “How does next week sound?” Jacaerys asks going to your shared calendar to make sure you’re both free. “Next week Friday?” Jacaerys asks. “Perfect. I gotta get back to work, but make sure you enjoy today off. If you want tomorrow off too just ask you’re one of my best employees.” James says with a lilt. “Thanks James. I’ll see ya tomorrow.” Jacaerys chuckles as he ends the call.
Jacaerys lets his phone fall in between the couch cushions making a note to grab it later. As he watches TV, he starts to feel uncomfortable. He feels too hot, his clothes are slowly drenching from his sweat. Jacaerys breathes heavier as he stands and limps his way to the thermostat, cane completely forgotten. “It’s 70°….” Jacaerys groans. Before he can consciously realize he’s in your shared bedroom. “(Y/n)…?” He mumbles before catching himself. “No. He’s at work….I should take some medicine.” Jacaerys muses, heading into the bathroom and grabbing DayQuil. He takes two and chases them with water, before going back to sit down. The medicine doesn’t help, he feels hotter, his muscles aching, contracting and relaxing. His eyes widen when he feels a throb at the base of his cock. “God no…it can’t be my rut…” He groans feeling his fangs unsheathe without you here to sink them into. He digs between the couch cushions grabbing his phone, he’s about to call you when he freezes. “No. I can handle this alone. I don’t think (Y/n) and I there yet…” Jacaerys thinks to himself as he curls up on the couch, body aching and betraying him. His eyes are glazed over, the lights too bright, the room feels like it’s spinning. He finds himself continually limping into in your shared bedroom, he doesn’t realize or even know he’s looking for you. What he does know is the gym shirt you wore last night smells fucking fantastic. He holds it to his nose huffing it like it’s all that’s left of you. His hand absentmindedly travels into his pants, palming and stroking his aching length. “Ngh-!” Jacaerys moans orgasming and painting his pants and underwear in his seed. It does nothing to alleviate the ache, the burn in the pit of his stomach.
You sit uneasy at work. Something in your gut tells you to call and check in on Jacaerys. But you trust him, you don’t want to give the implication that you don’t or that you doubt him. And yet the sinking pit in your stomach doesn’t ease up. You make it to lunch, you’re sitting in your car when you call him. Straight to voicemail. You call him again. Right back to his voicemail. You don’t know he’s suffering, furiously fisting his cock to your scent and memories of the times you two spent together. You suck your teeth, unable to ignore your sinking feeling any longer. You drive home, dialing your boss. “Hey Janet. I need to check on my husband.” You say sheepishly. “Jacaerys, right?” She asks unimpressed. “Yes ma’am.” You affirm. “Alright. Let me know what it is this time.” She says before hanging up. You grit your teeth shaking your head as you focus on getting home. You barely feel the drive, already fumbling with the lock as your keys fall twice. “Fuck!” You growl, frantically picking them up and jamming them into the doorknob until one works and you’re inside. You manage to shut the door before freezing at the scent of Jacaerys’ rut. It’s musky, spicy, an alpha in the deepest part of his rut, unsated, still lacking the touch of his omega.
You manage to stay upright despite your biology demanding you present yourself already. Each step feels like you’re wearing cement shoes. Jacaerys’ scent gets more sulfurous, stronger as you approach the door of the bedroom, his frustration evident and still mounting. Your hand rests against the doorknob, as you wrestle with what to do. If you go in, what would he want? What would he expect? Would he want to take you? Bend you over the bed and let loose like his biology demands? You bite your bottom lip, feeling yourself slick up at the thought. You shake the thoughts away, trying to hold in your scent so you don’t tempt Jacaerys with the scent of his omega’s arousal. You can faintly hear Jacaerys sobbing and crying your name, before his voice breaks into a wanton moan. “Jacaerys?” You call out through the door. You hear the bed squeak as he shifts. You hear his footsteps approach a lot faster than he should move. You try to hold the door closed but Jacaerys forces the door open. You fall into his arms, he catches you and lifts you up, carrying you bridal style to the bed. “Jacaerys put me down! Think about your knee!” You beg as he gingerly lays you down.
“Fuck my knee.” Jacaerys murmurs as he slowly unbuttons your shirt. “Jace-“ You groan softly as he molds his lips against yours, his tongue softly pushing in and reclaiming what’s always been his. He slowly moves down tracing your jawline before sucking and nipping at your mated scent gland. “You taste so fucking good (Y/n)…” Jacaerys whispers against your skin. “Jacaerys-!” You moan softly, feeling him bite your neck. “Jace please?” You whisper, hands cupping his face, “come back to me?” You ask softly. Jacaerys slowly pulls back hands shaking, lip quivering. “(Y/n)…?” He asks shaken. “You’re actually here?” He asks touching you gently. “Fuck…oh my god…I’m so sorry.” He says disgusted with himself. “Let me help you.” He winces from the burn of his rut but his hands move to button your shirt up. “Did your rut come in?” You ask taking his hand from your shirt to your face. “…yeah…” Jacaerys admits. “I thought I could handle it myself but it’s bad…” He whispers. “Do you not want me to help?” You ask quietly, unable to meet his eyes, your hands going to cover your body. “No!” He says desperately. “I want that more than anything.” He rubs his cheek against yours, his hands fist at the bed sheets, his knuckles turning white from intensity. “I didn’t think I had the right to ask.” He says softly. “I’m sorry I almost lost control there.” He hangs his head.
“Come here.” You whisper pulling him down. He tries to angle his hips away, but he still ends up pushing his cock onto your thigh. You put his face in the crux of your neck. “You don’t have a right to my body anymore, you’re right about that.” You whisper. “I know. I’m sorry (Y/n).” Jacaerys reiterates, his hands timidly going to wrap around your core. “But I wanna give it to you…if you want it.” You say unable to meet his eyes. He slowly lifts himself off of you. His hand gingerly grabs your chin, making you look at him. “I need to hear you say you want this. Say you want me to fuck you. Say you want to help me through my rut.” He begs, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. “Please. I can’t- I can’t feel right about this if you don’t say it.” He groans softly, his fingers gripping the bedding. “I want it Jacaerys.” You take a shuddering breath. “I wanna feel you. I wanna be one again.” You sniffle, shutting your eyes, pathetically swiping at the tears as they fall. “I do too.” Jacaerys whispers, his lips are against yours in an instant. He kisses you ravenously, possessively, like he’s laying his claim to your whole being again. Jacaerys’ hands worm their way to your waist band before pulling your pants and underwear in one flourish, tossing them aside letting them fall wherever they may.
Jacaerys perches over you, his hands mapping the contours of your body. His calloused fingers softly press into the plush skin of your thighs and ass. Jacaerys wolfishly smiles at how sensitive you are. Each finger pad that touches you seems to make you jolt and shiver. His lips attach themselves to your neck again leaving a trail of mottled skin and teeth mark akin to a collar as he gives in to his instincts. “You smell fucking fantastic…” Jacaerys huffs, his tongue working your scent gland to get more and more of it. “As good as the day I met you.” He nips at your neck. “Nnngh~” You moan softly, tilting your head back to give him more room. “My perfect little omega.” He whispers trailing down to your chest, leaving a line of kisses as he takes your bud into his mouth. “Ah!” Your back arches off the bed feeling his teeth roll and tug them. “You- ah! fuck~” You whine biting the back of your hand. “You’re every bit the alpha you were when we met.” You manage to eke out despite Jacaerys’ assault on your senses. Jacaerys feels himself get bold, nipping a little harder as he continues to work his way down. “Ah! Too hard.” You whine, hand going to gently soothe the area. “Shh, I’m sorry let me take care of you. I know how much is too much now.” He whispers laving the area with his tongue before kissing the hurt away.
“Ngh~” You whimper sweetly. “There, there. I’m taking my time relearning your body.” Jacaerys manages to say coherently. He doesn’t know how he’s managing this much control. It can’t be healthy to be this close to his mate, in the middle of his rut, and not be knot-deep already. “I wanna make sure I don’t get us wrong this time.” Jacaerys eyes soften just a touch, as his fingers finally trail down to where you need him most. Jacaerys groans pornographically as he basks in the sensation of your slick on his finger tips again. He gently circles your rim, making sure his finger is nice and slick as he teases it inside. “Anh~ nnngh…Jace- fuck…” You push the back of your head further into the pillow. “You’re so sensitive (Y/n).” Jacaerys leans down, taking your nipple into his mouth. “Makes me wanna spoil you.” He says with your bud between his teeth. “Makes me wanna hear you screaming on my fingers begging for my cock.” He drawls pulling your nipple taut. “Fuck-“ You clench around his finger, your walls try to suck him in further. “God you’re squeezing me tight.” Jacaerys says deliriously. “No one’s been in here since me, huh?” He asks. You ignore his question, focusing instead on trying not to cum. “Oh that won’t do.” He murmurs, curling his fingers until he finds the spot that makes you gasp and see stars burst behind your eyes.
“Ah! Fuck- Jace-! Please-!” Your feet push into the bed like you’re trying to brace yourself. Jacaerys grabs one of them, and places your ankle on his shoulder. He leans forward, gently adding another finger, cooing through the stretch, before finding your prostate and curling his digits against the gland in practiced languid circular motions. “Come on baby~” Jacaerys whispers, placing wet kisses to your cheeks and forehead. “All you have to do is answer my question and I’ll finish stretching you.” He coos. “You know these fingers aren’t enough.” He adds. “I know my whorish omega is only content when my knot is stretching his slutty hole wide.” He drags his tongue through the tear streaks you have. “On- fuck~ only you!” You sob, back arching off the bed as Jacaerys leads you through your orgasm. His fingers never stop coaxing and pressing against your prostate like he’s eager to milk you dry. “Good boy.” He kisses you softly, letting your arms loop around his neck as you ground yourself. “Have you- ever…y’know…” you ask body still twitching from the aftershocks. Jacaerys smiles softly, his clean hand going up to your cheek. He presses softly, his thumb swiping through your tears and caressing your soft skin. “No. Never. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.” He whispers sealing it with a kiss.
He rests his forehead against yours, breathing you in deeply, the burn of his rut almost unbearable. “(Y/n)…you feel stretchy enough, I think…” Jacaerys grits his teeth, he doesn’t finish. “Yeah. Go ahead.” You smile softly at him. “Just slowly please. Let me adjust, I’m still a little tight…but I like it when you make it fit.” You sheepishly say, eyes darting away from his. “God you’re perfect, you know that?” Jacaerys whispers, kissing you again. His hand goes to the base of his cock, he slaps it against yours a few times, before letting go and dragging his hand through your slick. He smirks as you shudder and tremble from his whole hand massaging your hole. He fists his cock, the squelching sounds louder than it is in the quiet of the room. “You’re sure it’s okay?” Jacaerys asks as he lines up his cock to your entrance. “Yeah. It is. I wanna feel you already.” You whisper, adjusting your other leg to rest on Jacaerys’ hips. “Okay (Y/n)…big stretch…” Jacaerys gasps lewdly as his swollen blunt head breaches your tight warmth. “Fuck!” He roars, eyebrows knit together as he tries his hard not to cum. You’re right like a velvet nice, slick and heated, and you’re not making it easy with your pitchy staccato gasps as he continues to bear down and bury his girthy length in your warm depths.
Jacaerys shudders and groans, his hands go to your hips, your skin claps against his, as he pulls you flush against his groin. He moans like a whore feeling your walls clamp down around him. He missed this. Feeling your body milk him for all he’s worth. But above all, the connectedness. The undeniable inexorable way you two were conjoined. “Unh-anh!” Your back arches off the bed. Jacaerys can hear your toes cracking from how hard they’re curling. Jacaerys’ hands gently push and prod your skin, lovingly caressing your body as you react to him. His eyes trail up to find yours, he’s fighting a losing battle. “Fuck-“ Jacaerys moans, his grip on your body tightening. Your fucked out face, your wet lashes, the way your chest rises and falls quickly like you’re overwhelmed with pleasure, it’s all a deadly cocktail. The small part between your lips that seem to call out to him to stake his claim. To remind you you’re his and to never let go again. It’s all overwhelming. “Shit-!” Jacaerys grunts, his abs flexing and contracting as his orgasm crashes into him, his seed paints your insides white. Jacaerys grinds his cock into you, fighting the urge to thrust hard and fast. He falls forward, burying his face in the crux of your neck. “M’sorry…I just really missed you.” He whispers kissing your pulse point softly.
“It’s..ngh- okay, sweetie…” You whisper into his ear, pulling him close and rubbing his back. Your fingers tangle in his tresses, massaging his scalp as you kiss his neck softly. Jacaerys’ slowly pushes his hips forward, before drawing them back, and pressing into your tight warmth. “Fuck…you’re so warm…can I move?” Jacaerys asks desperately eyes screwed shut. “Please, please, please.” He wantonly begs groaning as your rim and walls pulse and clutch around him. “Yeah baby you can.” You spread your legs wider, bringing one to rest in the crux of Jacaerys’ elbow. “Oh thank you, thank you, thank you…” Jacaerys whispers kissing your neck, as his hand holds your other thigh down against the bed. “Like this?” He asks, as his hips clap against yours in a pace he’s struggling to keep. It’s not enough, it’s too slow, too soft for him to get off but he wants you to feel good. “S’too slow…faster please…harder…please?” You beg softly, arms looping under Jacaerys armpits as you brace yourself using his shoulders. “You’re too good to me.” Jacaerys rasps as he starts a punishing drive. He sighs and moans softly the throb at the base of his cock replaced by a swelling sensation. The ache in his gums finally soothing, the burn in the pit of his stomach finally starting to cool. “Ah! Ah! Fuck! God! Right there~” You whorishly beg, trying to spread wider for Jacaerys to reach deeper.
“God…right here babe?” He breathlessly asks, angling his hips to draw your ecstasy out. “Ugh! Ngh! God- y-yes!” You moan, your fingernails take down Jacaerys’ back as he keeps that same angle. Jacaerys bites his bottom lip as he fights the urge to orgasm, he’s teetering over the edge spurred on by the way you convulse around him. “Alpha~!” You whorishly moan, your release crashing into you, painting your body and Jacaerys’ in white. “Oh god- (Y/n)~!” Jacaerys mewls slamming into you again, and holding as his cock throbs and pulses sending another virile load deep into your core. Jacaerys leans down capturing your lips. He swallows each of your wanton moans, mewls, and whines hands gently caressing your body, and stroking your length to drag out your high. He rests his forehead against yours, his sweat slicked tresses pasted to his forehead. “You feel so good Jacaerys…” You sniffle softly. “Am I making you feel good?” Jacaerys asks unsure. Your hand gently cup his cheeks as you kiss him. “Very much so.” You affirm. “Pfft-“ Jacaerys laughs softly, prompting you laugh with him. Jacaerys eyes soften as he takes in your features. His finger trace where your bags used to be, he feels the spring of your cheek, no longer sunken in. He leans down rubbing his cheek against yours in apology again. “I’m sorry.” He whispers, sniffling.
Jacaerys winces as the base of his cock throbs, his rut making itself known again. “Honey…do you have another round in you?” Jacaerys sheepishly asks. “No pressure of course.” He trembles feeling the kindling in his stomach build up again. “Your ruts not over yet right?” You ask softly, taking soft breaths. “Yeah…I have to knot you for it stop a while.” He puts his hand on the back of his neck. “Ruts are intense…I understand if you wanna back out, I won’t be offended.” Jacaerys says softly as his thumb traces your bottom lip. “I can’t let my husband, my mate, my alpha suffer his ruts alone can I?” You say absentmindedly. “I trust you. Knot me as many times as you need.” You say bracing yourself for the intensity of his knot. “(Y/n), I love you. I’m sorry, for ever having hurt you.” Jacaerys whispers as his hips start moving again. “I hope- ngh- you know I’m trying my hardest to make you happy…angh- I hope you are.” Jacaerys manages to get out, eyes squeezed shut as he chases his release. “I- ah! Fuck- I am!” You mewl. Jacaerys eyes widen, his hips have renewed strength as they crash into yours. “Take it!” He rasps, as he pushes forward, forcing your rim to stretch around the apex of his knot. “Ungh! Jace-“ You say as you wordlessly orgasm, mouth agape in pleasure. “God- fuck!” Jacaerys moans as he sinks all the way in, feeling your rim clench around his base, falling in love all over again with the way your walls, the way your body milks his cock and knot.
Jacaerys falls forward his hips still rutting into you. His lips attach to yours, he kisses you deeply, passionately, ravenously like you could disappear. He follows his instincts to fuck his cum deeper, even as he teeters over the edge of overstimulation his hips don’t stop. He licks your old claim mark, before sinking his teeth in, fangs and all, and renewing it. He groans, drool seeping from the corners his mouth as he feels your body tense and orgasm again. His eyes roll to the back of his head, feeling your walls spasm and convulse again. His knot swells again, more ropes of white paint your insides. Jacaerys pulls away, licking your claim mark. He places a chaste kiss to it, before falling to his side. He brings your leg up, resting your thigh against his. “God thank you (Y/n).” He whispers. “No- no worries.” You sigh softly. “God you’re still milking me-“ Jacaerys groans, eyes fluttering shut. “I can feel it-“ You gasp lewdly. You both breathe softly waiting out the last of your combined reactions. Jacaerys leans forward kissing your forehead before gently grooming you. He pushes your hair back, his hands rub soothing circles into your soft thighs and hip. He smiles softly and pulls you closer when he notices you’re purring without realizing. His chest rumbles, as he croons in response.
“Ah!” Jacaerys groans in pain. White hot electricity coursing through his body. “What’s wrong?” You ask trying to move but unable to because of Jacaerys’ knot. “Cramp-” Jacaerys says clipped hand going down to his knee. You manage to get your hands down there, gently massaging his knee cap, and gently coaxing him to bend his knee. “I know sweetie I’m sorry, come on. Just stretch your leg.” You whisper kissing his eyes as he tears up. “God…that feels better…” He sniffles as you continue to massage his knee. “I’m sorry. I wish I was-“”I’m happy with the way you are.” You interrupt his spiral. “I love you, bad knee, cane, and all. Don’t disparage yourself.” You whisper against his lips. The rest of the day and week is spent with you in a litany of positions. You at least managed to call your boss and explain what’s going on. She didn’t want any extra details, ‘see you next week then.’ was all she said. There’s not a single surface you haven’t been bent over. The kitchen table, the coffee table, the couch. Missionary, doggy style, you both love seeing and watching each other, but Jacaerys understands the carnal appeal of having you face down ass up. He’s hypnotized by the curve of your spine as you push your chest into the bed to arch deeper and give Jacaerys more room. You had to smack Jacaerys lightly when he started kissing your neck, and spreading your legs in front of the lit stove. But other than that, it was blissful.
Jacaerys made it back to work the following week. He looked refreshed, glowing really, he finally put on the knee brace you bought him. He admitted it, begrudgingly, then readily when he saw you smile, it helps. Just like you said it would. Surprisingly, despite being put through the wringer, and marked in more ways than one for every single day in Jacaerys’ 7 day rut, you felt refreshed, content. When you were at home Jacaerys seemed to stick to you like glue, and you welcomed it. The two of you spent more time cuddling in your nest, neither of you noticing how your hands seem to always trail down to your stomach. You chalk it up to finally being, finally feeling safe. “It’s like you’re eating for 3.” Jacaerys says warmly, watching as you pack your plate. He didn’t mean any harm, and you knew that, but it made you think twice about how much you were eating. Every time you showered you stood in front of the mirror looking at your profile, scrutinizing your body. You finally noticed the little pooch. It wasn’t there prior though. “Maybe I have been eating too much…” You thought holding the plush skin in between your hands and pushing it together. You started being conscious of how much you were eating, making sure to dial it back to what you used to eat if it left you feeling hangry, or light headed.
Jacaerys notices, because of course he does. He can feel the bitterness and hurt, and the confusion at the edges of your shared bond. He notices how you take your shirt off less and less when being intimate, until you never take it off. Jacaerys loves playing with your chest, he loves making you squirm, it hurts him to be unable to use his mouth. “C’mon (Y/n)…” Jacaerys pleads gently fingers gently toying with the hem of your shirt. “Let me make you feel good…” Jacaerys gently kisses your neck, gently thrusting up into you. “Ngh- no…” You say, taking his hand under your shirt and letting him do as he pleases. “Okay…” Jacaerys whispers kissing your cheek. After a few nights of that happening Jacaerys keeps a closer eye on you. Noticing how you eat what you used to, how you seem to space out more and more, how you sometimes snap at him before apologizing profusely. He waits for you to tell him. But the days couple together, turning into weeks as you seem to get weaker and weaker. He finds out by accident when he walks in on you in the bathroom. “(Y/n)…? What are you doing honey?” He asks softly having caught you with the pooch between your hands. “N-nothing. I’m busy can you please give me some privacy?” You manage to get out. Your face burns from shame and embarrassment, your eyes sting with the unshed tears.
Jacaerys grits his teeth, he doesn’t want to push, but he comes closer shutting the door behind him. “Jace, please leave.” You ask again desperately. “I can’t (Y/n).” He whispers sitting on the toilet cover. “Not until I know you’re okay.” He says gingerly, his hand goes to hold yours, his thumb gently swipes across the back of it. You hang your head, biting your lip to keep from sobbing loudly. “It’s- it’s stupid.” You sniffle shaking your head. “Come here…” Jacaerys whispers pulling you closer gently. You shake your head, trying to stand strong. “Please?” He whispers. You take a few steps closer to him. Jacaerys leans back, he pats his thighs a few time. “But your knee-“”Shh, I can hold you. It won’t even hurt.” Jacaerys whispers, a finger against your lips. You timidly sit down, trying to keep your full weight off of him. “Do you not trust me?” He asks, his warm breath ghosting the shell of your ear. “I do.” You whisper, still teary eyed. “Then relax. Sit down.” He kisses your cheek. Jacaerys feels your full weight on his legs, he doesn’t flinch, or even react. “S’like hold a couple of grapes.” He jokes. “So what’s wrong sweetie?” Jacaerys asks again. “It’s stupid.” You say again, arms covering your abdomen. Jacaerys quickly does the math in his head seeing how hard you’re trying to hide your body. “Are you feeling self-conscious?” He whispers holding you close. You don’t answer, but you sniffle louder. It hits him. His off-handed comment. He didn’t mean any harm, but clearly he’s messed up. It’s been a few months and it’s still on your mind. “Is this about what is said?” He asks embarrassed.
You don’t respond but you tense before forcing yourself to relax. “Fuck it is…” Jacaerys buries his face in your neck. “I’m sorry (Y/n).” He whispers. “I didn’t mean it like that.” He gently guides you to straddle him, so you’re face to face with him. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, but I did, and I’m sorry.” He kisses your left eye. “I shouldn’t have made a comment like that.” He kisses your right eye. “I know.” You whisper with a smile, sniffling. “That’s why I said it’s stupid.” You laugh softly. “I know it was innocent. I know you didn’t say it to hurt me.” You kiss his cheek. “I don’t know…it just did…I didn’t want to make it your problem because it’s my fault.” You sigh softly. “I took it the wrong way.” You timidly move your arms to rest on Jacaerys shoulders. You grit your teeth, your hands clench into fists as you fight against the need to cover yourself. “But still. I hurt you. Because I was careless.” Jacaerys whispers placing a chaste kiss to your lips. “I’m sorry.” He whispers. “Please be yourself. Eat as much as you want.” Jacaerys pleads. “I love you. Your personality, who you are, your mind.” Jacaerys smiles. “I love your body, however you are,” Jacaerys hand trails down to your pooch, holding it reverently, lovingly, “and however you want to share it with me.” Jacaerys stares into your eyes, holding your gaze until it softens.
You lean down kissing him softly. You start to pull back, but Jacaerys’ hand moves to the back of your head, holding you in place and tilting your head to deepen the kiss. He lets go resting his forehead against yours. “M’sorry Jace.” You whisper against his lips. “I feel so silly.” You giggle. “Don’t be.” He whispers, beaming. “God I feel ridiculous.” You add shaking your head. “It’s okay (Y/n).” Jacaerys says sternly, eyes still soft. “We’ve all been there. If I say something again that hurts you, even if you know I didn’t do it on purpose please tell me?” Jacaerys pleads. “Are you sure?” You ask eyes concern flashing your eyes. “It’s just- ugh…I know this is a lot…I can be a lot…and you have enough on your plate…already…” You whisper. “You’re my mate, my husband.” Jacaerys’ eyes turn glossy. “You’re never a lot. I’ll always have time and space for you. Just like you do for me.” He kisses you again. “Okay.” You whisper against his lips. “Thank you.” Jacaerys whispers kissing you again. His hands travel around, gripping and holding your mounds of soft flesh. “Jace?” You say scandalized, but enjoying it. “I wanna make up for the last couple of months…” He whispers, his hand toying with the waistband of your underwear. “I wanna worship you like I should’ve…show all the love I have for you.” He rasps, looking you up and down.
“Jace-“ You giggle, hand going down his chest. “Let me take care of you…let me make you feel good…” Jacaerys huskily spoke, hand trailing down to your groin. “You want this just as bad as I do, don’t you?” He asks, pressing into your hardening excitement. You bite your bottom lip, nodding as you grind down against him. “Good boy.” He whispers. “Legs around my waist,” Jacaerys smacks your ass as he stands, “let’s take this somewhere more comfortable.” He murmurs kissing you deeply and kneading your ass cheeks as he takes you to your bedroom. He makes good on his promise, worshiping your every reaction, kissing every inch of your skin, making sure you feel valued. You’re exhausted, spent, and entirely too sensitive by the end of the night. After Jacaerys cleans up, and helps you bathe, you both sit in the living room watching a movie as you finally eat what feels like a full meal. It’s nice, it’s soft, it’s warm, it’s loving. Through the rest of the year, you and Jacaerys fall into routine and rhythm, loving each other through even the worst of each other.
You’re hard at work, or rather on lunch, on a call with Jacaerys. “Yeah baby?” Jacaerys asks as he eats his lunch. “I swear I have to pack you more than just a sandwich you need the energy for how hard you work.” You giggle. “Nah I’m fine. Besides I get to eat with you when I get home.” He smiles brightly. “You’re a charmer.” You smile. “Only for you.” He laughs. Before you can respond you feel a rush of fluid pour out of you. You look down at the clear water-like substance on the ground beneath you. “What happened? Someone drop something?” Jacaerys asks, not too concerned. “Uh-“ You make a face groaning in pain. “(Y/n) what’s wrong?” Jacaerys panics. “Uhm-“ You grit your teeth through another contraction. “Fuck!” You whimper. “I think my water broke?” You say unsure. “You didn’t tell me you were pregnant?” Jacaerys says trying not to be hurt. “I didn’t know I was pregnant!” You nearly yell. “God- fuck!” You shout, taking rapid deep breaths. “(Y/n) do you want me to call your boss? You gotta get to a hospital.” Jacaerys says already moving and getting into his car. “God- I’ll tell her. I’ll get an ambulance.” You whimper, before ending the call.
You take rapid short breaths, your scent finally shifting to that of an omega in labor. “(Y/n) wait right there!” One of your coworkers shouts as they take off. “What…?” You say annoyed before continuing your way to Janet’s office. “Janet I-“”(Y/n) what the fuck are you doing here?” She asks concerned rushing over to help you sit down. “Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant? I would’ve given you paternity leave. We could’ve shifted you to work from home.” She says softly, handing you a water bottle. “Janet, I didn’t know.” You shamefully admit. She blinks a few times looking you up and down, but she realizes you’re not lying. Your scent hadn’t changed until now, now that you’re in active labor. “(Y/n)?” You hear someone’s voice down the hall. “He’s in here.” Janet projects. You hear footsteps rushing over. “Oh good you’re sitting. Here sit in this.” Your coworker says holding the wheelchair in place. “Come on (Y/n) up and at’em.” Janet says holding your hands and helping you into the seat. “I take it you’ve called an ambulance?” Janet asks. “Yes ma’am.” They answer. “Alright then, I can walk him down. Tell everyone they can take a break, and lunch is on me.” She says as she starts to wheel you out to the elevator.
“Have you thought of names?” Janet asks awkwardly as the elevator takes you both down. “Well considering I didn’t know,” you remind her, annoyed, before groaning as another contraction tears through you, “I hadn’t thought about it!” You say squeezing the armrest of the chair. “Right…sorry.” She sheepishly says. “No- god fuck me- I’m sorry.” You say. “Don’t worry about it.” She laughs. “First one?” She asks. Your scent sours. “…no…” You whisper sadly. “Oh god…I’m sorry (Y/n).” She says sympathetically. The elevator doors slide open, the paramedics are already waiting for you. “Are you the…?” He sheepishly asks. “What do you think- fuck!” You groan. “God! Sorry- yes I am.” You manage to get out. “He’s usually nicer, cut’em some slack he didn’t know he was pregnant until his water broke.” Janet informs them. “Oh? That’s rare. Well take care of it from here. Thank you Miss.” He says helping you get up and onto the stretcher. “Good luck (Y/n)! Stay positive!” Janet calls out waving you off as they load you into the ambulance. The truck zooms down the highway, one of the paramedics driving while the others make sure you’re stable and comfortable.
“James! James!” Jacaerys yells as he sprints through the workshop, cane in hand completely forgotten about. “Where’s the fire Jace?” James asks coming out from under a car. “I gotta go to the hospital!” Jacaerys shouts. “Jace calm down.” James says taking miming deep breaths to help regulate Jacaerys. “What’s going on?” He asks. “(Y/n) is in labor.” Jacaerys says still panicked. James’ eyes widen as he sits up. “Congrats! Oh my god that’s so good!” James smiles, before his head cocks to the side. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks trying not to be hurt. “I didn’t know.” Jacaerys says shamefully. “(Y/n) didn’t tell you?” James asks softly. “I’m sure he would’ve but, he didn’t know either. He didn’t have any symptoms at all…” Jacaerys says concerned. “Huh…well go on then! Get over there. And invite me and missus, if (Y/n) is comfortable of course, so we can meet our niece or nephew.” James says patting Jacaerys on the back. “Thanks James!” Jacaerys shouts as he rushes to his car, he throws his cane in the back seat. He peels out of the car shop rushing to the closest hospital.
He pulls up to the valet, grabbing his cane as he walks in. “Fuck.” Jacaerys growls feeling his knee lock up. His cane hits the ground as fast as he can move. “Uh- sir do you need a wheelchair?” The receptionist asks. “N-no I’m fine.” He winces straightening out his back as he fixes his posture. “Listen my mate came in, he’s in labor, his name is (Y/n) Velaryon.” Jacaerys explains bracing himself against the desk. “Okay let me check.” She says searching your old name. “Uhmm are you sure he’s at this hospital?” The nurse asks. “Yeah. This is the closest one.” Jacaerys says confused, concern etching into his features. “Does he have a different name by chance?” She asks giving him a sympathetic smile. “No he shouldn’t-“ Jacaerys eyes widen, his smile falters. “Right…we divorced…” He thinks to himself. “Can you check (Y/n) (L/n)?” He says softly. “Yeah, let me see.” She say, keyboard clicking away as she waits for her computer to load. “Ah there we go. He’s being prepped for delivery right now in room 32A. I’ll page the doctor but you should rush,” She makes a face as her eyes go to the cane, “or try to rush. They might be able to scrub you in so you’re next to him.” She finishes. Jacaerys laughs bitterly but doesn’t say anything. “Thanks.” He says clipped as he runs down the hall, ignoring the pain in his knee as he refuses to use his cane.
He feels bone against bone as he pushes his body to move faster. He makes it to the door ignoring the radiating pain that seems to numb before radiating again up and down his leg. He knocks on the door. “Sir this is a delivery room, we’re preparing a patient.” The nurse says sternly. “I know. I’m his mate.” Jacaerys manages to get out through heavy breaths. “His name is (Y/n) (L/n), I’m Jacaerys Velaryon. I’m the sire.” He clarifies. “Let me ask the doctor.” She says shutting the door. Jacaerys hears movement, he can see silhouettes moving. “Hi, you said you’re Jacaerys Velaryon?” A man in a white coat asks. “Yes.” Jacaerys affirms. “Great. I’m Dr. Tim Dowers. I’ll let him know you’re here, in the meantime you need to wash up so you can be in here.” Tim says letting Jacaerys in. “Candice help him would you?” Tim asked as he stepped aside. Jacaerys can see you through the glass. He walks right up, putting his hand against the glass. He smiles softly watching you. He wishes he could soothe you, seeing as you throw your head back, you look like you’re in pain. You’re covered in sweat. “Sire? Right over here. Use this sink.” She says turning the water on. “Use the soap…” She tilts her head up. “This isn’t your first?” She asks as Jacaerys moves without instruction scrubbing up from his hands to his elbow. “It isn’t…” He says morosely. “Don’t ask that again please. To me or my mate.” He says softly.
“O-oh apologies. I-I didn’t know.” She stutters. “It’s fine. You know now, please be more careful.” Jacaerys whispers, as he holds his arms up to stay sterile, his cane rests in the crux of his elbow. “Y-yeah of course.” She sheepishly says as she helps him gown up. “Uh- do you need the cane?” She asks. “I do.” Jacaerys says reaching for it. “Oh just a second then.” She says grabbing a spray bottle. “It’s just isopropyl. It’ll make sure you don’t break the sterile field.” She says spritzing the entire length of the cane. “Thank you.” Jacaerys says before he’s lead into the room. “(Y/n)?” Jacaerys says loudly, his cane tapping away at the ground as he limps to your side. “Jace?” You breathily say, tears streaming. “Yeah honey I’m here.” Jacaerys whispers holding your hand. “It hurts.” You sob, nearly crushing Jacaerys’ hand as another contraction rips through you. “It’s okay. I’m here now. You’re not alone.” Jacaerys says softly, ignoring the pain in his hand and knee. “Okay, places people.” Tim says as he comes back in with nurses. “Sire is present, so this should be an easy birth.” He smiles as he comes closer, leaning down. “Okay you’re sufficiently dilated. The baby should come any moment now.” He says pragmatically.
“Okay, (Y/n), can you give me a big push?” Tim asks. You groan and grunt, your hand squeezing the blood flow from Jacaerys’ hand, you can feel a mass moving down your body. “Okay! I can see the baby’s head. Keep pushing (Y/n).” Tim says happily. “God- fuck me!” You shout through grit teeth. You don’t stop pushing even as you hear another rush of fluid splatter across the ground. You pant softly, smiling ever so slightly as the sound of a baby crying fills the delivery room. Tim takes the baby over to what looks like a kitchen sink. He hoses the baby down, before testing the baby’s reflexes. He turns back expecting Jacaerys and you to ask questions but neither of you do. He doesn’t comment, just swaddles the baby before walking over to you and Jacaerys. “Hey daddy, here’s your son.” He whispers passing you your newborn. “Oh my god…” You sniffle, smiling and laughing as you look him over. “He’s perfect.” You whisper, scenting him already. You hold your baby close as you groan loudly, another contraction ripping through you. “What’s wrong?” Jacaerys says trying not to panic. “God-“ you groan another contraction zipping through you. “Jace take the baby.” You say worried. “Doctor, help him.” Jacaerys says clipped, taking your baby from you, trying not to be angry. “I’m on it.” Tim answers looking at your entrance. Jacaerys watches as Tim’s eyes widen, before hearing Tim clear his throat.
“Candice find his medical records, or contact his prenatal care doctor.” Tim asks his nurse. “That’s- fuck! Not necessary.” You gasp. “It is necessary, I haven’t been tracking your pregnancy, you haven’t been my patient the duration of your pregnancy.” Tim elaborates. “I need all the information I can find to be sure.” He adds. “No- god! I didn’t see any doctors!” You gasp. “Why not?” Tim says eyeing Jacaerys suspiciously. “I didn’t know-! Fuck me!” You sob still pushing as hard as you can. “Is that true?” Tim asks looking to Jacaerys. “Yeah. He didn’t know, I didn’t know. He didn’t have any symptoms.” Jacaerys answers. “Nothing?” Tim asks a little frantic. “Not even a slight change in his scent.” Jacaerys affirms. “Can we- fuck! Figure this out later?!” You shout, groaning as you push, feeling another mass moving down. “Oh my god yeah, sorry, of course.” Tim says rushing back to your stirrups. “Okay, you’re crowning! Big push (Y/n).” He says. “God!” You wail, your hand crushing Jacaerys’. “You’ve got this (Y/n).” Jacaerys whispers, miming breathing techniques. Another gush of fluids hit the ground as a second baby’s cry fills the air your screams once did. “It’s another boy.” Tim smiles. He repeats the same testing, washing the baby before swaddling him and walking over to you. “Oh…he’s just as perfect as his brother.” You cry softly, holding him close.
“Look at him…” You sniffle softly, holding him up so Jacaerys can get a good look at him. “You did a good job (Y/n).” Jacaerys whispers leaning down to kiss you softly. “Thank you Jacaerys.” You whisper kissing him back. “Daddy, Sire, I apologize,” Tim whispered, he looked to his nurses, they readied themselves, “since there’s no history or documented prenatal care, we need to take the newborns and give them a more thorough checkup.” He says softly, making himself seem smaller, unthreatening. “No!” You said panicking, holding your son closer. “You’re not taking them from me.” You snarl. Jacaerys feels his fangs start to unsheathe, his body, his instincts screaming at him to protect his children, his weakened mate. He squeezed his eyes shut taking deep breaths. “(Y/n), sweetie, I know how you feel.” Jacaerys starts, voice shaky, “but we want to keep them safe right?” He asks pressing his forehead against yours. “We want to make sure they’re healthy, right?” He shakes, his scent working overtime to soothe you. “What are you saying?” You ask softly. “We have to let the doctors do their jobs and make sure our sons are healthy.” He tears up.
“No!” You cry trying to move away from Jacaerys. “Jacaerys please…” You sob softly. “Don’t do this…” Your bleary eyes stare into his. It breaks his heart but he knows this is what needs to be done. “Do you trust me (Y/n)?” Jacaerys asks even quieter. “I-I do.” You sniffle. “Then trust me now. Let’s make sure our sons are taken care of.” Jacaerys pleads. “B-but…” You cry softly. “I know (Y/n). I know. I feel the same way.” He whispers. “I know it’s scary, but we have to do this.” He sobs. “If it soothes you, the sire can watch as we work?” Tim offers. “Of course we’d love to have you watch as well, but we need to check you out too, and you need to rest.” Tim says softly. “Jacaerys go with them.” You say reluctantly. You bring your son close, you kiss his forehead. “I love you…please don’t go to meet your sister…” You whisper softly, handing off your son. Your hand lingers on your baby’s blanket before falling to the bed. “What about you?” He asks his hand cupping your cheek. “Our sons take priority. Please don’t let them out of your sight.” Your eyes water, tears streaming down your face. “I won’t. They won’t even have a chance to miss us.” Jacaerys says strongly, he presses a chaste kiss to your lips. He places your sons in their bassinets. He makes it to the door, he looks back to you one last time, before leaving with the babies. “Alright (Y/n), let’s make this quick.” Candice says softly. “They’ll be okay right?” You ask shaken. “They’ll be great.” She says gingerly. “When we’re done with the check up do you want a light sedative? Nothing that’ll put you to sleep but relax?” She offers. You nod softly, tear streaks renewing as you take a shuddering breath.
Jacaerys gingerly pushes the bassinet, trailing behind Tim as he leads him to the postnatal care department. “Stay strong for Daddy. He needs it right now. Don’t go…” Jacaerys can’t finish his sentence, he bites his lips feeling his tears stream down his face. “If you don’t mind me asking how long?” Tim asks softly. “What?” Jacaerys asks. “Grieving.” Tim clarifies. “How long?” He asks again even softer. “She would be turning 4 in a few months…” Jacaerys’ voice cracks as he speaks. “I’m sorry for your loss. What was her name?” Tim asks, patting Jacaerys’ back. “We didn’t get to name her…” He sniffles. “Oh gosh…I’m sorry.” Tim says sorrowfully. “It never gets easier.” Jacaerys laughs bitterly. “It never does.” Tim affirms. “But maybe you and (Y/n) could breathe a little deeper if you named her.” Tim suggests gently. “I assumed there was something making (Y/n) react like that…let me make this quick so his nervous system can let him relax.” Tim says, picking up his pace. He’s determined to finish quickly for your sake and theirs. Jacaerys watches, his hands clenching into fists when something he doesn’t recognize or understands happens. “Jacaerys, I’m giving you a heads up, I need to draw blood.” Tim warns. “You can either step away because your sons might cry out, or you can hold them so you can soothe them and yourself.” Tim explains.
Jacaerys takes a deep breath. “I can hold them. Where are you gonna draw from?” Jacaerys asks picking up one of the newborns. “A heel stick wouldn’t provide enough blood, it has to be from a peripheral vein, so their arms.” Tim says softly. “Phewww.” Jacaerys sighs, undoing the swaddle enough to hold his baby’s arm. “Okay…just make it quick please?” Jacaerys begs. “I’ll be as quick as I can.” Tim smiles in sympathy. Tim prepares a needle. “Just three tiny tubes.” He says holding them up to show Jacaerys. “Okay.” Jacaerys winces as his son cries out from the needle pinch. “It’s okay honey.” Jacaerys whispers, his fangs digging into his bottom lip. “It’s almost over.” Jacaerys gingerly says as Tim draws the last tube. “See honey? It’s already over.” Jacaerys whispers rubbing his cheek against his son’s. “Are you ready for the next one? Or would you like to take a short break?” Tim asks wincing at the newborn’s sniffles and soft crying. “Yeah let’s get this over with so I can get back to (Y/n) with them.” Jacaerys says gently putting his son back into the bassinet. He softly picks up his other son, doing the same, holding back from reacting as he cries from the needle pinch. Jacaerys forces himself to croon and soothe his children. Alright, sire. Let’s get you and them back to Daddy, he’s in room 20C.” Tim hands off the samples to a nurse, then turns back with a gentle smile. “Shall we?” Tim asks. Jacaerys nods already pushing the bassinets towards you. “Jace?” You say a little out of it. Jacaerys’ chest tightens, you sound tired, small. “Yeah honey. We’re back.” Jacaerys says, breathing a little easier now that you’re within reach.
“How are our boys?” You ask trying to sit up before falling back against the bed. Jacaerys rushes over his limp more pronounced as he brings the bassinets over to you. “Don’t push yourself you need to rest.” Jacaerys whispers cupping your face. “Our sons, Jace.” You press, hand on his chest, fisting at his gown. “Are they okay?” You ask frantic, your eyes pleading, begging. “Yeah. They’re perfect.” He whispers, thumb swiping in a gentle arc across your cheek. You breathily laugh, beaming as your eyes meet his. “Jace bring them here, please.” You ask. Jacaerys smiles nodding, as he goes and brings each of them into your hospital bed. Jacaerys goes to sit down in the seat closest, but you grab his wrist. “I don’t wanna be alone Jace.” You say softly, making space for him. “And they need to know their sire…there’s enough space for us all here.” You smile. “Thank you, dear.” Jacaerys whispers gently climbing in bed next to you. “Are you hungry, sweetheart?” You whisper, holding one to your chest and seeing if he latches. When he does you gently hold him, rocking him as he feeds. When he’s done you swap with Jacaerys, feeding the other. You and Jacaerys both burp your sons, before you undo the swaddle on each. “They need skin to skin contact.” You murmur tugging the hospital blanket up over all of you.
The hours trickle away, but you and Jacaerys make the most of it, swapping the boys every now and then so they each learn their fathers’ scents intimately. You flinch at a knock at the door, while Jacaerys is instantly on high alert, fangs already primed to protect his family. He takes a breath, trying to keep his scent steady to calm you, and make sure the twins aren’t woken up. “Come in.” Jacaerys says neutrally. You feel safer, able to breathe a little easier as his arm pulls you closer. “Hey daddy, sire.” Tim says chipper, walking through the door. “Oh, hi.” You say taking a breath. “So I have great news.” Tim says cheerily. “Your boys have a clean bill of health, so far.” He says with a smile. “We’ve run a few genetic tests but those will take a while to come back.” He says softly. “Oh thank god.” You whisper, kissing the crown of your son’s head, then leaning over to do the same for your other son. You feel Jacaerys body finally relax, he holds you and his son tighter. His hand gently rubbing the back of his other son on your chest. “So no rush of course, but I have the twins’ birth certificates to fill out.” Tim says showing off the two clipboards. “Thanks Doc’.” You smile, you reach for them, but feel Jacaerys tense, you pull back. You look to Jacaerys, eyes meeting his, you smile softly. He stands up holding his son gingerly, he walks over to Tim. “Thank you.” He says taking the documents. “No trouble at all, I’ll leave you two to it.” Tim says leaving.
The door shuts softly before Jacaerys finally turns around and approaches the bed. He looks down giving you a small smile, his hand goes to your cheek. You nuzzle into his hand, before moving over slowly, trying not to wake your son. “Thanks sweetie.” Jacaerys climbs back into bed, able to breathe a little easier now he’s between you and the door. Jacaerys holds the clipboard in front of himself, looking over the birth certificate and the blank space next to ‘Name’. “How would you feel if we named her?” Jacaerys asks softly, his finger gently touching the space. “What are you talking about?” You ask bristling slightly. “We never got to name her. She’s our first…their older sister.” He whispers, his hand going to wipe his tear. You pause to really grasp what he’s asking for. It was hard. Nearly impossible to do anything other than plan the funeral. Dressing her for her tiny casket nearly broke you. But right now? Naming her? Giving her an even bigger, brighter, identity? It feels right. It feels like the cracks in your person are a little more snug together. “I’d like that.” You say with a shuddering breath. “Should we name her first? Do you think they’d give us an extra birth certificate for her?” You ask with a sniffle. “We’d have to update her….death…certificate…” You whisper, eyes squeezing shut.
“We don’t have to do that.” Jacaerys whispers. “We don’t have to do the song and dance. We don’t have to go through the red tape.” He says holding your hand. “We don’t?” You say softly. “No. It’ll be just for us. Like she was. Like she is.” He says leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Okay.” You smile warmly. “Page the doctor I’m sure he’ll do us a favor.” You giggle. Within minutes Tim returns, hears your and Jacaerys’ heartfelt plea. He leaves and comes back with a blank birth certificate. “Don’t mention this to anyone. I didn’t do this.” Tim says with a smile and a wink, before leaving again. “[Baby] Velaryon never felt right.” You whisper as you look at the blank sheet. “Never did for you either, huh?” Jacaerys says clicking his pen and going through each category. “She was 6 pounds 8 ounces.” He says softly. “16 inches long.” You laugh. “God she was big for her age.” Jacaerys smiles warmly, filling in the rest of the details with you chiming in and commenting. “Name…” Jacaerys whispers. “How do you feel about Visenya?” He asks. “I like it, but how do you feel about Raesa?” You ask looking into his eyes. “Raesa…” He shudders as he says it. “It’s perfect.” He whispers as he slowly and purposefully writes her name down.
When he finishes he shows you his work. Your hand trembles, your eyes fill with tears as you take in each pen stroke. Your hand clamps over your mouth to keep from sobbing. Jacaerys kisses your hand, resting his head against yours. “It really is perfect, huh?” You whisper, your fingers tentatively touching the dried ink. “God…she looked like you.” Your lip trembles. “Raesa had your curls.” You whisper looking up to Jacaerys. “Raesa had your nose and lips.” He adds with a breathy laugh. You both sit, watching your new borns sleep peacefully. “Raesa would want us to name them now.” You whisper. “She didn’t look selfish…” Jacaerys agrees. “She’d want to be part of this moment.” He adds. “You think Raesa would be curled up into one of our sides, or would she be jumping up and down excited about her little brothers?” You ask with a laugh. “She looked like a happy baby. She’d be excited. Giving us options for names.” Jacaerys smiles faintly. You look to the one you have on your chest, holding his chubby little hand before gently caressing his cheek. “Baelon.” You whisper. “He’s Baelon.” You beam. “Excellent name.” Jacaerys leans down kissing your head. “Now what about you?” He whispers looking down to his son. Jacaerys laughs at the little drool puddle on his chest. “Viserys. Like my grandad.” Jacaerys whispers. “You really like V names, huh?” You tease. “Is it not perfect though?” Jacaerys asks nipping gently at your ear. “It is!” You say laughing.
The rest of the hospital visit goes just as sweetly. Jacaerys never leaves your side unless you’re hungry and the hospital food isn’t cutting it, Baelon and Viserys give you a clean bill of health, there’s nothing wrong with them, just maybe that they stayed hidden the whole 9 months. You’re still tender down there, wincing as you stand and walk, but Jacaerys adapts quickly making sure to stock a few donut pillows everywhere. In his car, your car, in the nursery, in the living room, anywhere he thinks you might spend more than a few minutes. Even when you say you have more than enough to last a lifetime he’s insisting. He’d rather spend the money than have you wait for him to grab one or even worse, you’d have to go grab one. “Jace it’s fine.” You say going to grab one. “No it isn’t. I’ll go grab one just lay on your stomach for now.” Jacaerys says as he rushes out of the living room to find one of the many he’s purchased. When he returns and he’s sure you’re sitting comfortably he orders another for the living room. “Jace when are we ever going to use these again?” You ask with a laugh. “For the next one. And the one after.” Jacaerys says candidly.
You smile to yourself at his excitement. At the prospect of adding more to your family. As the days pass you and Jacaerys make things more official for your daughter. “I already called he’s on his way.” You say softly, still sore and recovering. “I know honey, I’m just…antsy…I don’t know I can’t explain it.” Jacaerys says still pacing back and forth. “Baby come here.” You say patting the couch cushion next to you. Jacaerys’ eyes meet yours as comes over and sits down. You turn slowly to face him, wincing and taking a breath as your hands go to cup his face. “We did our due diligence.” You whisper kissing his lips softly. “We made sure we both felt good about this one.” You say softly. Jacaerys’ hands go to yours, he nuzzles into your soft skin, before moving one and kissing your palm. “I know…” He says with a smile. “I’m worried about what this’ll mean.” He admits. “It sort of feels like she’s passing again, huh?” You ask gently. Jacaerys eyes widen, they tentatively go to yours, he nods softly. “I know baby, but we need to do this.” You smile in sympathy.
Jacaerys sighs eyebrows furrowed looking away. His eyelids warble, before he shuts them. “I know. Raesa deserves this. She deserves the care.” Jacaerys says softly. “She does.” You say broken up. You hold Jacaerys, softly massaging his scalp and pushing his hair back when the doorbell goes off. Jacaerys stands and opens the door. “Hi, I’m Caleb.” He says reaching out. “Are you (Y/n)?” He asks. “Hi Caleb, I’m Jacaerys, (Y/n) is my mate.” Jacaerys shakes his hand. “Why don’t you come in? Just follow me to the kitchen.” Jacaerys says opening the door wider. “Hi Caleb.” You say standing up. “I’ll be right there.” You wince standing up and grabbing the donut pillow. “I have one in the kitchen love.” Jacaerys projects as he sits down, he fluffs the donut pillow and sets it down next to himself. Caleb takes a seat across from him, both men waiting as you come into the dining room, and sit next to Jacaerys. “So (Y/n), when we spoke, you said you had a bit of an odd request. You even asked if I was comfortable with something potentially illegal.“ Caleb says warmly, with a laugh. “Yeah.” You say softly, you take a breath, your hand goes to find Jacaerys’ under the table. “We had a little girl,” You start, “she didn’t make it.” Your voice cracks. “We didn’t even get a chance to name her.” Jacaerys picks up for you. “We finally did a while ago. We wanted you to update her death certificate.” Jacaerys take a shaky breath as he asks. “It just…it feels incomplete as Baby Velaryon. We’d love it if you could write her name out on the form.” You manage to get out. “It would be for us. We aren’t looking to update any legal docs, it’s just for us, for our family.” Jacaerys pleads.
Caleb leans back, eyes softening, turning ever so slightly glossy. “Uhm…” He takes a sharp breath. “Yeah. That’s something I can do. I don’t care if it’s illegal I’d defend my choice to do this in court.” He says with a smile. “Thank you, Caleb.” You smile warmly. “This means so much to us, you have no clue.” Jacaerys says pulling out a folder. He gently opens it, before going to Raesa’s death certificate. He gently removes it from the sheet protector. He looks it over one last time before handing it off Caleb. “Do you need more space? We have an office you can use, if that helps?” You offer. “I’ll do it here.” Caleb says pulling his things out. He sets down his gold tipped pen, his expensive and longest lasting ink well. “Shouldn’t take long.” He says softly, putting on glasses with a magnifying lens attached to his left eye. You and Jacaerys watch with bated breath as he prepares the document. He manages to hide the pre-printed ‘Baby’ place holder, matching the white out color to the document. Caleb takes his time with each stroke, inspecting and gently wiping as he continues. When he’s done he has sweat on his brow, ink smudges his fingers, but the deed is done. “Here you go. Raesa Velaryon. May she rest in peace.” He says morosely. You and Jacaerys hold the document. You tear up. He stifles a sob. “It’s official.” You whisper, cheek against Jacaerys shoulder. “Just like she deserved.” He wipes his eyes.
Caleb smiles softly, packing his things back up. “Would you prefer payment now, or would you rather send an invoice?” Jacaerys asks, standing up. “Oh, don’t worry about that.” Caleb says softly, walking towards the door. “Please.” You say. “Nope. Not taking payment from either of you.” Caleb says strongly, standing by the door. “Please, let us pay you for this.” You try insisting, but Caleb still shakes his head. “Then what if we hired you for something else?” Jacaerys suggest. “I’d like that. What’d you have in mind?” Caleb asks. “Our wedding invites.” Jacaerys says warmly. “Oh I’d love that actually. I have an appointment I need to get to, but I’ll call later today or tomorrow to get the details?” Caleb says turning to his car. “Sounds good. I’ll be waiting.” Jacaerys says as he shuts the door. “So when were you gonna tell me about our wedding?” You tease crossing your arms. “Right now.” Jacaerys says lovingly. Before you can respond with another question, your mouth drops open watching as he drops to one knee. “(Y/n) (L/n), will you marry me…again?” Jacaerys asks softly. “The time I was away from you and divorced were the hardest times of my life. I never want to be without you.” Jacaerys adds. “Of course.” You cry. “Yes! I will.” You say toppling him onto the ground as you hug him. You both cry as you rub your cheek against his. Neither of you knows how long you’ve been lying there, holding each other. But Jacaerys stands up first, helping you up and to the couch. Everything was falling into place. Everything felt right as Jacaerys slide the ring onto your finger. In time you’d both have Raesa’s certificates framed and hung up, so when her brothers asked you could point to the proof she lived, however briefly.
