i shouldve been more specific abt the part 2 my bad, based off the one 🍀 anon requested with Jax admitting hes scared and then we come over
what happens when we go to him? that's the part 2 tyyy😝
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you stay on the phone with him, you can tell he's just getting more upset. what started out as sniffles quickly turned into full blown sobs. his emotions overwhelming him as you beg for every stoplight to be green so you could get there faster.
“i don't understand why i keep doing this. I don't want to push you away, i love you. i swear i do.” jax’s words became harder to hear and understand. his drunken voice slurring the words, those were all you could pick up on. which was a big deal in itself, he never said i love you. he would show you in other ways often enough, but for him to be being vulnerable enough that that slips out of his mouth. you become worried for his well being.
“i know you do, baby. i know.” you try to coo to him while still having most of your attention on the road.
even with everything he's pulled over the last few days, you felt so bad for him. you knew that if it was bad enough he was calling out of work and getting drunk, that your bunny boy was slipping out of control. when you get to his house, you let yourself in.
finding jax exactly how you would, hanging off the couch surrounded by bottles and trash. it was pathetic, you closed the door and came over to him.
“hey jaxie, gotta get you into bed, okay?”
“baby! i was just talking to you and now you're here.” his emotions were a quick turnaround, as soon as your face was in his line of sight. his sobs stopping as his lips stretch into a smile at the look of you.
“i missed you so bad, you have no idea.” you just nodded your head as he spoke, collecting all the bottles and trash around him. “are you mad at me, baby?” his lips dip down for a second as he watches you clean up. he might as well been a child that was left alone too long right now.
“i’m not mad, jaxie, I'm just tired. do you wanna go to bed?” you lightly sighed, but tried to keep your tone up ao he didn't start to cry again. he nodded and tried to get up, almost crashing through the coffee table in the process.
“okayyyy, let me help you there.” you couldn't help but giggle just a little. the situation you're in isn't at all humours, but. there's something a little funny about jax who's 6'2 and has a mask of don't fuck with me, falling and whining around cause he's drunk. you finally get him into the bed, crawling into the covers with him.
“okay, now go to bed, alright? we'll talk in the morning.” you yawned settling down next to him, his strong arms pulling you against his chest. refusing to sleep any other way, and within seconds he's out like a light. you're rofht behind him.
