#jackofevans

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EVA: Where did all of those presents come from?

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For the most part, this whole living together thing was working out pretty well for Eva and Jackson. Bedtimes were awkward, because sleeping in separate rooms while living in the same apartment was weird, especially considering they had two children together, so they’d obviously shared a bed before, but other than that, there had been no major problems. In fact, Eva would dare to say she and Jackson had been getting along pretty well, all things considered. Still, it was nice when she had the place to herself, since she didn’t feel like she had to restrict the things she said or did. The last couple hours had been like that.

For the past twenty minutes, though, Eva had been on a Skype call with her mother and little sister, and they were in the middle of discussing Christmas plans when Jackson had walked through the door. Eva looked up, giving him a small smile in greeting, then turned back to focus on the screen again. “Hey, guys, I’m gonna go. We can talk more about this soon, okay?” she said, and her mom wrinkled her brow, “What is there to talk about? You’re coming here for Christmas. That’s what we decided.” Eva nodded, “Right, I know, we are. I just mean we’ll figure out travel plans and that stuff. I really have to go, okay? I love you both, tell the guys I love them, too,” she said, blowing a kiss to the screen, before ending the call and closing her laptop, then looking up at Jackson. “Fun day?”

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EVA: Look, I still don't think we should be doing this. I can handle things out here in New York, you can just visit a couple times a month and still see the boys, Leia will still get to see your face whenever you come out here, I'm gonna be going out to Miami every now and then to see how things are going with the studios, etc. I don't think anything good is going to come of us living together, and I just don't think it's as necessary as Vera and Sam seem to think it is.

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EVA: I think we should take some space.

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EVA: I wish we were rich and you never had to work.

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EVA: Something doesn't feel right for real this time.

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EVA: Babe, I think I need you to come home.

EVA: I called my mom but she's all the way in Texas and she can't get here and I'm freaking out.

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Ever since their talk a couple weeks ago, Eva had gotten adjusted to the idea of having two babies rather than one, and she’d even been able to get just as excited about it as she had been when they’d found out they were pregnant in the first place. There was still a lot to do, but they’d finally managed to buy everything they were going to need for the nursery, minus the cribs, and today they were getting around to finally fixing up the room, all ready for their boys. After breakfast, they’d gotten to work right away, and had already been able to build up the second set of drawers they’d gotten. They already had a ton of baby clothes, and Eva had just kneeled down on the floor in the middle of the nursery to start organizing them when Jackson’s phone had buzzed and he’d had to run outside to take a call, which she wasn’t happy about, but she wasn’t trying to stress herself out today, so she’d just told him to hurry back, then gone back to folding baby clothes. Jackson wasn’t gone long before she heard footsteps out in the hallway, along with more than just his voice. Her brows knitted together as she leaned to get a view out of the nursery door and into the hallway as the door began to open. “Babe, is someone here?” she called, really not wanting visitors today. They had to get this stuff done.