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Bruised Peach Ch 8

Jackie Sharp x reader Warnings: language, alcohol consumption, mention of weed consumption, some angst mentions/hurt/comfort. Mentions of past trauma, otherwise all fluff though. A/N: welp. here we go. I originally wanted the childhood conversations to be a full fledged chapter and dig into it more, but I just simply couldn't be bothered (and it is explained in the third installment of this series). I just wanted to wrap this up. I also meant to include a lot more of Jackie's past and her own troubling issues and how that helped the two of them find solace in each other, but again, this just fell through. So. this is officially wrapped, stay tuned for the next installment where yn1.0 shifts to an OC and Heather returns... For reference, anyone wanting the full conversation between Heather & yn that's mentioned in this ch/wants a refresher, click here! for that (it's about halfway down, start reading at the *)

With the stress of the election behind you, everything seemed to be running smoother, a little less chaotic, and far less schmoozing with press and reporters. Following Remy’s advice, Jackie sought out a little soul searching therapy herself, and brought up the idea of some joint sessions with you that you agreed was probably a wonderful idea. As November pressed on, moving into December, it became very apparent just how important sessions like those would be to make sure that your relationship stayed on track, and to help you work through the trust issues Heather had created in your head. Christmas was always a tough time for you, you hated it and usually were able to just throw yourself into work, it being the busiest time in the service industry, distracting yourself by nearly burning out instead of thinking about the festivities.

It was a joint session that you opened up, revealing just why you were continually shooting down any and all of Jackie’s holiday suggestions unless they were work related. You had yet to ever talk about your family with Jackie, she only knew your mom passed when you were young and you didn’t ever talk to your dad. That day she felt her heart break as she discovered the truth, squeezing at your hand as you both processed your way through your emotions. Discovering just why you felt so abandoned and broken, left behind by anyone whom you’d ever thought had cared for you. Why you were so hesitant about even making friends, so many of them turning their backs while you tried to get through life, why you honestly didn’t have that big of a circle friends currently.

Jackie felt the tears slip over her cheeks as she listened to you talk about how you’d managed to work through all of that, how there were parts of your childhood trauma that you’d completely forgotten about until Heather had lead you on, made you feel safe and cared for. Her manipulation flourishing the emotions going through your brain, crossing wires and making you feel like she held feelings for you, that she wanted the best for you, and maybe even could fall in love with you. How she, like many, many before had simply laughed in your face and reminded you that you were useless, that you were nothing but a speck on the ground and you should feel incredibly lucky to have ever been associated with her. Jackie felt herself feel even more grateful that you had accepted her love, that you were working on trusting her, and she made sure that you knew that. That she was thankful for just how much hard work you were putting into your relationship, and that she knew how much you were doing just to keep afloat and make the relationship last. She reminded you that everything that came through her lips was the truth, but she understood if you doubted her, and understood that things would take a little bit more time. Most importantly, you reminded each other that you loved one another.

That holiday season she made sure to hold you a little tighter, give you an extra couple of kisses in the morning and always fall asleep in each other’s arms at night.

Inauguration rolled around, Underwood re-swore his oath and Jackie took her first one in front of the entire country, the entire world, with you at her side and neither of you could be prouder. She kept her apartment, knowing that her term living in Observatory Circle was temporary, whether four years or eight. You obviously had an all access pass to the white house now, and spent a good chunk of your time there, but still had some hesitancy, especially to give up your condo. And that was something that Jackie understood completely, and never once mentioned. It was when the weather began to change, winter melting away into spring that you let out a little sigh, saying that you’d much rather spend all of your time with the woman that you loved so dearly. Jackie simply smiled, kissing you gently and told you to bring whatever you wanted, but to keep the condo, as a little back up emergency pad. When asked if she was sure, her response was simply, “well, where else are you going to be able to smoke weed with Becca?” her signature smirk on her lips.

Summer was a highlight for everyone, celebrations galore as Rob reached milestones at work, Becca received her final grades from her graduating year at college, and you and Jackie solidified your careers and your relationship. It was cliché, probably too cheesy, but it was under the light of the fireworks on the fourth of July that you turned to Jackie, pressing a gentle kiss to her skin, murmuring how much you loved her, and how you wanted to spend the rest of your life with her. She teased at first “that sounds like a proposal.” But the laugh was lost on her lips at the sight of the ring in your hand, her eyes filling with tears of joy at something that she was sure was never going to happen, quickly accepting and kissing you breathless.

It wasn’t long after that that the weather changed once again, the air cooling, leaves turning, crunching under your feet as you wandered the streets of Washington. Things seemed to nearly slow down in the political field, and when you were called by Salt Line, begging you to cover a shift and you were actually able to say yes. That was a surprise on its own, but the bigger surprise came within the last hour of your shift, a server needing you to cover a table, your heart leaping into your throat at the sight of Heather Dunbar seated in her regular booth.

You calmed yourself enough to greet her, taking in the very small and subtle changes in her appearance, the fact that she wasn’t drinking, or throwing around wads of cash to anyone who so much as picked up a piece of silverware from her table. The awkwardness breezed from both sides, but did subside throughout her meal, a little bit of small talk exchanged as you both took a peek into the other’s life. You, trying to see if she was still the same woman she was a year ago, and her trying to figure out how her family was, trying to see if she would maybe be welcomed back. Her heart jumped in her chest when you called her name right as she was leaving, thinking that your relationship with Jackie hadn’t made it, that maybe you were still harbouring feelings, and were about to be the one to forgive her first. Instead she was met with you holding the keys to the condo she’d bought you while she had you under her thumb. You’d moved on, and you wanted nothing to do with her anymore. She could at least try to accept that fact, leaving you with a card for Becca that you promised to drop off.

*

Not that you had any obligation to Heather, but you needed to blow off the steam of running into her before you went home to Jackie, somewhere where you knew you could freak out a little bit and get the edge off. Becca was working Shaw’s that night and had been trained behind the bar now which meant it would be a little calmer than if she was serving, not that it was busy right now anyway. Her face lit up with a smile when you stepped into the bar, waving to you as you practically jogged through the room to take your usual seat at the wood.

“Hey! So how was it? You drop a fuck ton of plates?” She asked with a tease and you rolled your eyes.

“It was fine. But right now, I need a shot, and a drink.”

“That bad?” She raised an eyebrow, but pulled down your usual bottle of liquor, pouring one out for each of you, quickly clinking glasses before sinking the liquid back. She took a minute to grab you a pint of cider, sliding it across to you. “So…what’s going on?”

“I think this’ll explain enough.” You dug the card out of your bag, handing it to her, watching as her brow furrowed for a moment, her fingers ripping the envelope open and flipping open the card. You were completely unsurprised at the wad of cash that fell out of it, Becca letting out a loud scoff and rolling her eyes before the card was tossed aside into the trash.

“Where’d you get that? The condo?”

“She handed it right to me.”

“Oh you can’t be fucking serious!”

“In her defence she had no idea I’d be working Salt Line, so like, she didn’t arrange it or anything.” Becca picked up the wad of cash, suddenly interrupting you,

“You want this?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Ugh. I’ll give it to dad for the research grant.” She moved to tuck it safely into her bag, “did she come up to you? Or just to drop the card.”

“I got pulled to help with a couple of tables and ended up taking hers.”

“How awkward was that?”

“Not as bad as you could think?” You paused for a few sips of cider, “she’s…. different…. She wasn’t drinking, she’s in therapy, and was like, open about that. Even apologized for everything and was wondering about you and Rob….”

“Okay but different is easy to fake. And we both know she’s had decades of practice at that.”

“No, there was definitely a change. Like, don’t get me wrong, she’s still Heather, and it’s not like I trust her, but she’s putting the work in.”

“You think she’s better?”

“She’s only been gone a year, how much better could she be?” You offered with a sigh and Becca groaned.

“She’s barely been gone long enough for me to like, adjust to her being gone. None of us need her trying to force her way into our lives, we’re just getting over everything she put us through. Hell, dad still gets calls from reporters trying to bait him into giving a statement or story.”

“For what it’s worth, she’s not about to try and see you guys. Running into me was a coincidence, I mean, she knows where you work and she hasn’t shown up here yet, or at Rob’s. I think she just wants to say sorry, let you know that she’s here again?”

“Yeah. Well, I’m not exactly ready to forgive her, and neither should you.”

“I did accept her apology.” You winced, “but it was a pretty general apology, which is why I don’t think she really realizes the extent of the damage she did.”

“Please tell me accept her apology was all you did.” Becca warned, “she didn’t manage to convince you off to some back room.”

“Ew! Becks, no! There was small talk, an apology, and then I gave her the keys to the condo back. I think she thought something else was coming but I told her about the wedding, so she knows there’s nothing for her here anymore.”

“Good.” She paused to make a couple of drinks for one of the servers, “what’re you gonna tell Jackie?”

“The truth?” You felt your heartrate pick up, “I mean, what else is there to tell. We promised to not keep secrets, and we meant it. Keeping a secret about Heather of all things, would be a major red flag.” Becca grinned across the bar at you and you raised a brow, “what?”

“You’ve really grown a lot in the past year.” She smiled, “proof that at least someone is working on themselves, healing.”

“I think we’ve all done a huge amount of healing.”

“Yeah… cause she was gone.”

“Hopefully she won’t reach out.”

“If she knows what’s good for her she won’t.” Becca rolled her eyes, and it didn’t take long after that for the bar to get busy. You settled your bill and bid her goodnight, heading back to the White House where you knew you had a very loving fiancée waiting.

*

The conversation with Jackie was easier than you’d expected, your nerves instantly slipping away at the sight of her smiling face, her eyes filled with adoration and love for you and only you. She joked about Heather still being psycho, and that was that, the thought of Heather vanishing from either of your minds as you sunk into each other’s arms, murmurs of how much you loved each other and how much you couldn’t wait to be wives whispered into the night.

It was less than a month later, a card for Becca showing up at her new apartment – which raised a flag to all of you since Heather would have had to do more than enough sleuthing to get the address – with yet another wad of cash inside, this one larger than the last. The note scribbled inside mentioned that Heather was leaving town once again, this time for a much longer and indetermined length of time. That she wanted to make sure Becca was set up and would have a nice little bonus to get her through her first couple of years post graduation. Becca simply tossed the money toward her father for his foundation and burnt the card. The only reassurance that came from the note was that Heather would be nowhere to be seen for a very long time.

Before anyone knew it, the streets of Washington were coated in a light blanket of snow, the holidays back in full swing. Jackie was more than happy to see your improvement from the previous year, eager to engage in as many activities as you could manage. Knowing that you were surrounded by this new found family that truly appreciated and loved you, one that was never going to let you go, with the love of your life by your side, there was nothing that could bring you down, you’d climbed your way out of the pit that had been dug for you. And now it had been refilled, this time with love and joy, protecting you from ever being able to fall back into it.

As the snow melted, the city springing to life, birds chirping, flowers blooming on trees, the sun shining brighter and for longer each and every day, everything seemed to get better with each moment that passed. The excitement in the air rose with each step closer to your wedding as all the final plans were set into motion and before you knew it, you were saying your I do’s. Jackie’s ocean eyes swimming with happy tears as you promised that she was your love, your one and only and one and forever. Not a single dry eye in the house as your lips finally met, smiles present on both, ones that were bright enough to not fade for the rest of the evening, cheeks aching by the time you’d finally said your goodbyes to the last guests.

Finally able to return home that evening, you couldn’t keep your eyes or hands off each other, stealing little kisses, hands lingering, drawing patterns in the other’s palm while you simply drank the other in. Jackie pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, the tip of your nose and then your lips, a soft I love you breathed against your lips that you returned before following her into the bedroom.

One would think that a wedding night would be filled with bliss and taking each other to your peaks as many times as possible, but the two of you were simply happy to just be. Nothing mattered as long as you had each other, and you both knew that. You cherished those private, intimate moments with no one else around where you could be as sickeningly in love as you desired. Finally out of constricting wedding attire and clad in cozy soft clothes Jackie handed you a glass of champagne and dragged you out onto the terrace.

“What’s gotten into you?” You laughed, kissing her gently as she tugged you onto her lap in one of the recliners.

“Just one last surprise peach.” She kissed your temple, “well, actually it’s not from me. Claire just told me to make sure we were outside by midnight, a piece of the Underwood’s wedding present I guess.”

As if on cue there was a low hissing sound through the air before a burst of coloured light exploded in the sky and a small gasp escaped your lips. Jackie watched the way your eyes reflected the glitter of the fireworks, wide with surprise and admiration, the smile on your cheeks never once leaving as you sunk further into her embrace.

She realized that this moment truly was the happiest she’d ever been in her life, that this day was one of the best she’d ever had. She’d nearly accepted that she’d be alone, married to the job forever, that she wouldn’t find someone who would be willing to put up with her workload, with her own personal issues and dark past. But then there was you, the cute little assistant who blushed whenever she complimented you, the one with her own baggage, and one that she would fall in love with far too quickly, the one that she would love with all of her heart and soul for the rest of her life, no matter what happened. She would protect you with every inch of her fire, support you with everything she had, raise you up as high as she possibly could, because you were the love of her life, and she was so incredibly happy that she would never have to let you go.

You let out a little content sigh, your eyes still on the sky as you linked your left hand with Jackie’s left, bringing the back of it up to your lips to lay a gentle kiss just below her ring. You couldn’t believe it, that you had actually found someone you loved just as easily and as heavily as Jackie, much less one that returned every single ounce of affection that you held for her. Part of you still felt like you were dreaming, that this life was simply a fantasy, but the feeling of her arms around you, her lips meeting your skin, the beating of her heart just beneath you made you remember that everything was very real. You’d overcome your past, you’d made your way from the trenches and had found the exact place you were meant to be, and the person you were meant to be with, the one that you would go to war for, the one who would always have your back, and the one you would always have heart eyes for.

You felt a sudden splash of wetness on your shoulder, frowning slightly thinking it was raining until Jackie sniffled and you let out a small chuckle, burying yourself into her arms deeper, tugging them tighter around your body.

“I love you.” You murmured softly, squeezing at her hand and she hummed happily in response, “you and only you my love, a hundred times over again.”

“A thousand times over again my little phoenix.” She replied, kissing the top of your head, “I love you more than you could ever imagine. And I thank you for loving me.”

“I’ll choose you every day for the rest of my life. You’re the only thing I need. I’m incredibly proud to be your wife.”

“And I’m incredibly lucky to be yours.”

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