Dec 8, 2016
jacsee week day 6 // double date
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jacsee week day 6 // double date
jacsee week day 5 // memories
ship: jacques/josée word count: ~900 summary: breakups are hard, even for silver-medal olympians. part two!
He didn’t think there was a person in the entire world that could be more miserable than him.
How could they? He ruined his career and his relationship with the love of his life in one fell swoop! With one little stumble, one stupid ice chunk that threw off his balance, and Josee just went down. Face-first, even, just to make it worse! There was a huge bruise all over her beautiful, beautiful face, and it was all his fault.
Jacques sighed, staring at the three bags of potato chips he’d just bought to drown his sorrows in. Eating was really his only outlet since he had no one to ice dance with anymore. He grabbed one of the bags and tore it open, dumping the contents onto his face and hoping some chips made it into his mouth. But, if they didn’t…whatever. There was food all over his bed and floor anyway. All from the past month! His maman was starting to scream about a bunch of rats crawling over the floors. And he was trying so hard to care…
“Mon Grand!”
He turned onto his side and stared at his door. Ugh… “…oui…”
“…are you, um…are you going to leave the house today?”
He turned onto his back again. “…no…”
“…alright! Just…let me know if you do!”
He knew he was disappointing her, but he couldn’t change it. He couldn’t get up except to type a junk food grocery order on his phone and then answer the door for his chips and pie. And sodas. And cake. And cookies. And booze. And…yeah.
He heard the door slam and knew his maman had left the house. He was alone…just him and his thoughts. And all he could think about was Josee!
Josee, Josee, Josee!
She deserved more than him – so much more – but he felt like he was dying without her! And obviously he should put her needs over his, which is why he hadn’t texted her in a whole three days, but that was her birthday, so it was important!
He knew about her new partner…Pierre. He’d met Pierre before; absolutely hated the bastard. That little…well, he didn’t want to sound racist or anything, so he’d just settle for calling him a hack! He was pathetic and a loser and not worth Josee’s time and attention.
At least he was comforted by the fact that their relationship was completely professional. He knew Josee, she’d never sleep with a-…well. He just wasn’t her type. He was sure of that!
God…he was so full of junk food and beer and soda, he couldn’t think straight. Josee’s birthday the other day made him so nostalgic in the most painful ways – Josee’s birthday parties had been his job for the past ten years (ish)! Did Renee even give her a party? Who would she even invite? Maybe Josee spent the day with Pierre.
He sighed again. He loved throwing those parties. Spending his hard-earned money, ordering the servants around, yelling about mistakes that were so minor he only noticed them because he was specifically looking for them…it was so fun. And Josee was always so happy with him! And she deserved to be happy all the time. After what she’d been through…after living with her mother for so long, she deserved to be happy one day a year!
And now he’d ruined it. He ruined her birthday! It’s like all of his efforts during these previous years meant absolutely nothing if he couldn’t bother with something this year!
Another sigh. It was a sighing kind of day. Every day since the Olympics had been a sighing or a crying kind of day. Sometimes both! His schedule was pretty open for either since he didn’t have an ice dancing partner anymore and didn’t know what to do with his life.
His entire life for so many years had been all about ice dancing and Josee! Now he had absolutely nothing! Sure, he had other friends and boy toys he could go spend the nights with…but it didn’t feel right. He wanted to be with Josee.
He could still remember all the nights he’d abandoned her for some guy, and when he finally came home she’d scream at him about leaving her alone…but then after arguing they’d cuddle on the couch and make love like they’d never done before! Of course, Josee refused to call it “making love,” but Jacques could call it whatever he wanted in his own head! He loved her, dammit, he had the right.
Thinking about dating made him remember Josee’s few-month tryst with Francois Beauveau – AKA the world’s most pathetic and useless and idiotic man in existence. Jacques still didn’t understand why Josee ever gave him the time of day, despite his family’s wealth and status, there was really nothing to write home about.
But really, all these memories just made him more homesick. Homesick for the apartment they shared…homesick for anything to do with Josee. He wanted to see her more than anything. And all the memories of their times together just kept flooding into his mind and making him see stars! He wanted his golden angel back and he’d do anything to get her back!
…but…he’d wait for her to say something first. Just in case she was still mad.
jacsee week day 4 // birthday
ship: jacques/josée word count: ~1300 summary: breakups are hard, even for silver-medal olympians. warning: angst
Year after year, he did it better. He managed to buy a bigger and better cake, get more colorful streamers, found a better location each time. There were always more kids at the parties, despite the fact that she never made any new friends. For her sixteenth birthday and on, Jacques even got Mama to come; one time she even swore she saw Mama enjoying herself.
It was one of the best days of her life.
She could still see all the beautiful decorations, and hear Jacques’ wonderful voice leading everyone in a rendition of Happy Birthday! The delicious angel-food cake that made her mouth water, with the cute candles that spelled out her name…
She took Jacques to the side where no one could see and they shared a long, passionate kiss; Josee wondered how she was ever lucky enough to have a partner who cared about her so much.
Jacques gave her a few little pecks before she slowly backed away from him and towards the group, holding onto his hand and feeling him squeeze while it slid out of his grasp. He smiled brightly at her, knowing he’d made her birthday extra special.
And he was so right. She really felt special on her birthday, which she’d never felt before Jacques started planning the parties for her. When it was all her mama handling it, there’d be a quiet dinner, a single cupcake with one plain candle, and no singing ever. It was a very specific rule. But Jacques made it better! He made her birthday so much better.
He made everything so much better.
So much so that she’d grown to consider him one of the most important people in her life. Maybe even the most important. They spent almost every day together, at least for a few hours. They did so much together – eat, train, study, sometimes even sleep – and she wouldn’t trade it for the world.
X
Josee woke up with a start, thunder booming outside her window and rain angrily beating against her window. She was hyperventilating and immediately moved one hand from clutching her blanket to her chest up to her forehead – she was sweating like she’d just been exercising for hours. Lazily, she let her hand drag down on her face, and noticed an added wetness under her eyes.
Crying again. She felt like an idiot. She couldn’t stop crying. She couldn’t stop for even a second! Ever since they got out of the spotlight at the Olympic ceremony, she’d been crying and going off into her head without realizing it. Jacques told her it was “disassociating,” but Josee didn’t like putting labels on her quirks. She just…stopped thinking for a few minutes. No big deal.
Well, normally it wasn’t a big deal. Right now she was feeling lower than ever. Her dream had been so vivid – and her usual dreams about Jacques were bad enough, but a memory-filled dream was just…torturous. She hated that Mama was right about Jacques. About how he was going to disappoint her in the end. And after she’d given him everything, everything she had, he still managed to screw it up.
She wanted to hate him. She wanted to hate him so badly! But she couldn’t. She was just…sad. There was really no better word for how she felt. How could he have messed up? After all their hard work. And it wasn’t just a bad landing or a quick stumble, he ruined their final pose by dropping her painfully onto her face. It’d been over a month and her face had only just healed. But her heart would take a while longer to heal…she didn’t know if it ever could.
Josee sighed and wiped at her cheeks. Stupid tears. Stupid Jacques. Stupid Olympics. Stupid day.
She finally looked over at the clock on her nightstand to figure out the time. 3 AM. Fantastic. She didn’t think she’d be able to fall back asleep after waking up so violently, and the storm outside was just getting louder.
Her phone lit up with a 100% Charged signal and she reached over and unplugged it, sighing. She wanted to talk to someone…but at 3 AM, there weren’t a lot of options. Mama was asleep in the room down the hall – and Josee was still trying to decide if moving back in with her mama was a good decision. Just a few months ago, she would’ve called Jacques, and he almost always would answer her, but now…
She scrolled through her texts and saw that Pierre had texted her just after she went to bed. He was a very nice, very handsome guy…and a talented ice dancer, too. Having him as a replacement partner was making it easier to get over Jacques. But she hadn’t considered him as an emotional outlet. Their relationship had been mostly professional for the past month…
The phone beeped quietly as she dialed his number. Maybe he’d pick up, annoyed, and yell and her, but then at least she’d have talked to someone.
“…allo?”
“…Pierre, hi…it’s Josee,” she whispered, hoping that Mama wouldn’t be able to hear her over the storm.
“Josee?” He paused for a moment, probably checking his clock. “What’s wrong? Are you alright?”
Josee bit her lip to keep herself from sobbing. “I-I’m…I’m fine. Just…I just needed to talk to someone.”
He didn’t say anything for a moment. “Do you want me to come over?”
She blinked. This was going so much better than she could’ve expected. “Would you?”
“Oui, oui. I’ll be there in…a half hour.”
She could hear him shuffling in the background. “Don’t ring the doorbell, okay? Just…text me when you get here.”
“Of course. See you soon.”
“…see you soon,” she mumbled, not moving until she heard the dial tone. Josee stared down at her phone and looked back at her texts. She scrolled down a tiny bit and saw Jacques’ name – the last twenty messages all being him begging for her to talk to him.
She sniffed. Pierre was nice. He was strong. He was charming. And he hadn’t dropped her! Mama even approved of him, which was more than Jacques could ever say. Maybe she could really move on with him.
But just as she was thinking that, her phone lit up with a new text message. It was from Jacques. She frowned, thinking it was stupid that he was awake at this hour, but then she saw the message.
Happy Birthday, Josee. I’m sorry.
She didn’t make any sound, but the tears started flowing again. It was even more painful this time – she felt like her head was going to explode from the pressure and she couldn’t stop crying no matter what.
Josee stood up and walked over to her old dresser, opening the top drawer. It was filled with old toys and knick-knacks from her childhood. Almost all of them were presents from Jacques at some point or another. God, she wish she could just stuff it all into a bag and throw it in the garbage.
One particular toy caught her eye and she reached over and picked it up. It was a stuffed bunny rabbit that Jacques had gotten her as a present on her 10th birthday. She’d been so excited when Jacques handed her the adorably wrapped box…with the giant pink bow on top to match the little pink ribbon around the bunny’s neck.
She squeezed the bunny between her fingers. It was still so soft after all these years. And still so cute. There was even a little heart on the bunny’s butt, with the words I Love You! engraved in tiny writing.
Josee sobbed again and fell back – sitting on the floor and leaning against her bed. She brought her knees up to her face and squeezed the bunny in her arms. She could still remember how happy she felt when she saw this bunny for the first time…and even with Pierre’s help, she didn’t think she’d ever feel that happy again.
Happy Birthday, he says! Instead, this was the least happy birthday she’d ever had. And it was all thanks to Jacques, just like always.
jacsee week day 3 // i love you
ship: jacques/josée word count: ~2200 summary: jacques loves josee, simple as that! warning: lazy ending
They had been practicing gymnastics for about an hour before it happened. Jacques had never seen it happen to his future partner before, and he definitely never wanted to see it happen again. But she went tumbling down, face-first, right into the floor. And he bolted at high speed towards her, but it didn’t matter. Her adorable little head had already made impact, and there was probably a bruise forming on her perfect skin and he’d never forgive himself for not saving her in time.
Josee was already started to get herself back up when Jacques made it over. He reached down to help her the rest of the way.
“J-Josee?! Are you alright?” He was so worried she was hurt – not only because he didn’t want a smear on her lovely face, but…if her mother saw Josee crying, she’d beat Jacques over the head with whatever object was nearest.
Josee smacked at his hands and took a deep breath. “I’m fine! I’m fine!”
But Jacques could see tears forming at the corners of her eyes and he held his breath. “A-are you sure?” He reached forward to properly hold her in his arms, and Josee didn’t bother pushing him away this time.
She was doing her best not to cry, but it hurt so bad! She just wanted to cry and scream! But if mama knew that she did that…she’d take away dessert! And Josee really loved her post-dinner strawberries.
Jacques knew she didn’t want to cry, so he cuddled her in an attempt at comfort. His English wasn’t great, so verbal comfort wasn’t his specialty yet…but he’d been working on it, and really wanted to try. At six years old, he should be able to make his future ice dancing partner feel better!
“Don’t…don’t be sad, Josee!” he mumbled, holding her closer. “I…I love you!”
Josee’s eyes widened and she totally froze while Jacques leaned over and kissed the bruise forming on top of her head.
“Wha-“ Josee started as she tore away from Jacques’ grasp and grabbed his shirt collar, shaking him wildly. “What’s wrong with you?!”
Jacques felt himself tear up and let Josee shake him. “...eh?”
“You can’t just say stupide things like that all-“ She kept shaking him. “-all willy-nilly!”
“N-nilly…?” Jacques stared at her. “I don’t…I’m sorry…” He really didn’t understand what he did wrong. “I just wanted…je suis désolé…”
Josee stopped shaking him and bit her lip. She can’t believe he just said something like that, especially so casually! What was he even talking about?! Love? Her mama only said “I love you” on very special occasions (or when she needed Josee to listen better), so hearing it from her partner-to-be was just…embarrassing.
X
Between his birthday in December and Josee’s birthday in March, Jacques felt a little weird. For those three-and-a-half months, he was three years older than her! Sort of. It didn’t change anything about his completely platonic feelings for her, but three felt like so much more than two.
His birthday had been slow, and then the rest of the month was just filled with school, training, school, and more training. Christmas was what he was really waiting for. This was the first time Josee was spending Christmas with his family – apparently her mother went on a trip every holiday and left her daughter with a nanny – and Jacques was ridiculously excited to see her. But he needed everything to be absolutely perfect, so he sent his maman to pick her up and stayed at home to get ready.
Decorations? Check. Tree? Check. Freshly baked cookies? Check. Danielle and Lisette out of the way and being quiet? Check. Papa having promised not to make any jokes about Jacques wanting to lure Josee under the mistletoe with him? Sort of check.
And, on a completely random note with nothing to do with Papa, there was mistletoe between the living room and the front hallway. But that was just part of the decoration! It was a part of Christmas tradition! It was a part of-
He heard a car pulling up into the driveway and immediately halted his thoughts. Josee was here! He had to be outside waiting for her! Looking dashing and charming and like someone she was excited to spend her holidays with! He quickly grabbed his jacket and scarf and headed out the door to stand there in the snow.
Josee stepped out of the car with Leonne and she smiled brightly when she saw Jacques in the distance. They waved excitedly before running towards each other and hugging tightly.
“Thank you for letting me stay with your family, Jacques!” Josee said as they separated, still holding on to one of his hands.
“Of course, mon amie!” He smiled and squeezed her hand.
And they chatted for a bit while Leonne collected things from the car – the snow started to fall a little harder during the course of that minute and Jacques felt himself blush at the sight in front of him. Josee covered in snow, all red-faced and smiley…she looked absolutely beautiful!
Not that she didn’t always look beautiful, but still…
Jacques grabbed her other hand. “Josee! You look so…um…” He wanted to scold himself. He’d forgotten the English word for beau! She’d be so mad if he used French after promising he was fluent in English now.
“Yes, Jacques?” She tilted her head in curiosity. She looked so what?
“I…” He hesitated. “I love you!”
Josee froze and blushed, staring at him. Leonne, who was walking right by them as Jacques said that, almost dropped one of the boxes she was carrying and gaped at her son.
“What?!” They both shouted at him.
Jacques looked urgently between Josee and his maman. “Wh-…what did I do?”
Josee blushed harder and shoved him. “You’re so embarrassing! Why would you say that?! And in front of your maman!?!?!” She ran past Leonne and into the house.
Leonne walked over to her son, the snow crunching under her feet. He was just laying in the snow, trying to figure out what he did wrong. “Mon grand, are you alright?”
“Um…oui…” He looked up at his mother. “Just…confused.” He stood up and brushed himself off, taking one of the boxes from his maman to make her life easier.
“Oh, don’t worry, Jacques,” she laughed. “I’m sure Josee will come around someday!”
He blushed and glared at her. “Mamaaaaaaan!”
X
By age 14, Jacques was perfectly aware of Josee’s issue with affection. She was not a fan in any way, shape, or form. He blamed her terrible mom for that, of course. But he wanted to see if he could ease her into affection. Not anything huge, of course! But…Jacques’ mother had been out of town for a week visiting his aunt and he was feeling starved for affection of his own! So it was experiment time.
As they were eating lunch after morning practice, he decided to start his experiment. “Josee?”
“Hm?” she responded, taking a bite of her sandwich.
“I love you!” he said with a big smile.
She froze and glared up at him. “Are you trying to embarrass me?”
Jacques shook his head. “N-no! Of course not! I just…I do!”
“Well…” She frowned and puffed out her cheeks. “You don’t need to say it out loud just because you’re thinking it!”
He laughed. “I’m sorry, Josee! I’ll keep it inside next time.”
Experiment: successful! It may have seemed like a failure, but he knew she wasn’t going to say “I love you, too, Jacjac!” No, that was just a distant fantasy. It was how she responded that was fascinating to him. Jacques thought about that time for a while – each individual part of Josee’s reaction was important. The nose wrinkle, her eyebrow twitch…the way her fingers dug into her sandwich while she tried to gauge why he said it to begin with.
He didn’t want to overwhelm her, so part two of this little experiment wouldn’t happen for a while. A couple months, in fact. And he decided to try doing it the exact same way as before, just to see if she’d changed at all.
“Josee?”
“Yes, Jacques?” she responded, looking over her nails.
“…I love you!” He smiled.
Josee slowly turned her head to glare at him. No words this time, she just glared.
Jacques continued to smile. “Just…felt like telling you!”
“Yes, apparently.” She turned back to her nails, ignoring him and his little comment.
He took a mental note of this. She wasn’t as embarrassed as she was last time, but she still wasn’t even close to returning the affection. He decided to put off the experiment for a while, maybe a year or two. Hopefully he’d remember!
X
Now he was 17, and he hadn’t said “I love you” to Josee completely randomly in a long time. Now, he’d said it during times of comfort. And often after performances. But never during a purely domestic moment between them. And now that they’d been kissing for almost a year – though Josee still claimed it was completely educational and platonic kissing – maybe she’d react differently.
“Josee?”
They were snuggled up on the couch at his house, skipping through channels trying to find something to watch. “Hmm?”
He looked down at her, not smiling as big as usual, but with a softer expression. “I love you.”
Josee blushed and looked up at him. “…stop being so annoying,” she mumbled, snuggling into his side more.
This was certainly worth noting. “How is loving you annoying?” He smirked and wrapped his arms around her to cuddle her.
“ACK!” she screeched and tried to push against him. “JACQUES!”
Jacques kissed her cheek a couple times while Josee started beating on his chest with the little space she had to do so. “Je t’aime! Je t’aime!”
“JAAAAAAAACQUES!”
Finally she got away from him and quickly rushed to the other side of the couch, where there was a big fluffy blanket laying on the side. Josee wrapped the blanket around herself as tightly as possible and squashed herself down into a little ball.
Jacques smiled and scooted towards her. “Joseeeeee…don’t be embarrassed! Come out of the blanket wrap, mon chou…”
She squeaked and squished herself tighter into the ball. Jacques just smiled and rubbed her back while cooing at her and trying to get her to come out. If he didn’t think her reaction to his affections was the cutest thing in the world, maybe he’d stop. But, alas, he would definitely continue this experiment for a long time.
X
Ice dancing together for twelve years, and yet Josee still managed to surprise him! Jacques thought he was able to predict most everything she did, and then she pulled off something new.
Specifically, he was referring to an ice dancing move she was showing him. It was amazing. And he thought they did all their training together, but here she was, pulling off a move she hadn’t even mentioned to him before!
He clapped for her. “Bravo, Josee! That was amazing!”
She skated over to him and smiled. “Merci, Jacques! Now, I expect you to be able to repeat that exactly by tomorrow!”
He gaped. “Wh-…what?”
Josee laughed and slapped him on the chest. “I’m just kidding, Jacjac! I’ll give you at least a week to learn it!”
Jacques rubbed the back of his head. “Ah…merci, Josee…I’ll try my best. But how did you manage to fit in even more training to learn that?”
She started skating in a circle around him. “Oh…you know Mama. She takes me to the rink every time needs me out of the house! So I’ve had some extra practice.”
He frowned, imagining how much time they already spent here. “You’re so talented, Josee…hopefully I’ll be able to catch up, ah?” He smirked and winked at her.
Josee paused in her circling and stood in front of him, smiling shyly.
They stared at each other for a bit before Josee lifted up her hands and rested them on his chest. “Jacques…”
His heart pounded in his chest at how beautiful her voice sounded saying his name. “Ah…oui?”
She tilted her head down and laid it against his chest between her hands. Quietly, she mumbled, “…I love you.”
Jacques felt his heart explode and the blood all rushed to his face. He had to do his best to stay upright and not fall over due to sheer shock and happiness. His hands were shaking, though, and he had to control himself so he wouldn’t squeeze her tightly.
“I-“ He hesitated. “I love you, too! Je t’aime aussi!” He said with a lot of excitement, perhaps a little louder than he should’ve.
Josee’s reaction made it obvious that he was being too loud, and although there was no one else at the rink, she still shoved him away and skated to the other side of the ice. “Stop being so embarrassing!” she yelled at him.
Jacques was too determined, unfortunately for Josee, and started skating towards her. “JE T’AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIME AUSSIIIIIIII!!!!!!!”
jacsee week day two | family
jacsee week day two | family
ship: jacques/josée word count: ~1300 summary: josee finds out that one of her high school friends is a mother, then proceeds to get very lost in her thoughts. warning: ramble-y, unedited
Josee didn’t really enjoy having a Facebook account. She didn’t care about the people on it, she didn’t play any of the games, she didn’t use it for messenger, and now that she’d been out of high school for three years, she didn’t need to bother classmates about assignments anymore. But she was also particularly bad with figuring out websites and computers…so she didn’t know how to get rid of it.
Finally, after the ten thousandth invitation from Jacques’ maman to play Farmville (honestly? Even virtually Josee found the concept disgusting), she asked Jacques to delete it for her. He bit his bottom lip and quickly typed into Google “how to delete Facebook account,” which just made Josee angry. She thought he knew! Obviously she wasn’t asking him to Google something for her! But fine, whatever.
Jacques moved to follow the instructions and quickly glanced down at her feed one last time. His eyebrows shot up when he saw the name Olivia Forran. Firstly, because Jacques and that friend of Josee’s had been…intimate once or twice during high school and he hadn’t thought about her since, and secondly: she was pregnant! With her second child?!
“Josee, did you know your friend Olivia had a baby?” he asked, turning towards her.
She blinked. “What?” She leaned forward on Jacques’ shoulder. “I knew she was…well, promiscuous…but having children out of wedlock just seems like overdoing it.”
Jacques raised an eyebrow and pointed to some words on the screen. “She’s married, Josee. She got married last year.”
“…oh.” She blinked again. “But…she’s so young.”
He shrugged. “I guess she found the one, ah?” With a smile on his face, he continued his original intention of deleting the account. Scrolling his mouse over…clicking the button…aaand……. “Done!”
Josee nodded. “Thank you, Jacques…it was just so stupid to keep receiving those emails and notifications when I didn’t have any interest in them.”
“No need to explain yourself, Josee,” Jacques said while getting out of her chair. “Most people use it to keep in touch with family and friends, so I don’t think you’d have any use for-“
He shut up when he noticed her glaring daggers at him. Foot-in-mouth disease was still incurable, apparently.
“Right. So, ah…any preference for dinner?”
X
It’d been hours since their little discovery and Josee hadn’t been able to get Olivia off her mind. Not that they’d ever been particularly close – Josee never had any very close friends aside from Jacques, sad as it was. But they’d spent time together; a few sleepovers here and there, ate lunch at the same table during most of high school. And now Olivia was…a mother.
Josee didn’t know much about motherhood. Before meeting Jacques’ mom, her only exposure to mothers was her own, and Renee was…well, she was cold. Which was perfectly fine! Josee would never complain about the way she was raised. But at the time, it was all she knew. And once she saw how Jacques’ mother treated him – like an adult baby who needed constant coddling – she realized how varied parenting styles can be.
She thought about Olivia from back in school – how she acted, the type of jokes she made, how boy-obsessed she was (always asking inappropriate questions about Jacques, for instance!) – and wondered how different she was now. Was she still cracking jokes about – hmph! – genitalia?! Even with a baby cradled in her arms?! That’d be totally inappropriate!
Josee crossed her arms while laying in her fluffy pink bed. She was still baffled. Twenty years old! Married? …with children? It was just…hard to think about. And then, as much as she wanted to ignore it, Josee’s mind kept drifting to the idea of herself as a married mother.
She blushed, immediately knowing who the husband/father would have to be. He was the only significant male figure in her life. Why couldn’t her brain just invent some fake guy!?
To be perfectly honest, her stupid domestic fantasies always involved Jacques in one way or another. But usually they were far off in the distant future, when they were almost 40 and practically wasting away from old age. Now she was stuck imagining them right here and now! And-…
And now she was imagining a baby! This was so stupid. Why couldn’t she just turn her stupid brain off?! This was about Olivia! Not about her!
But, as she thought about it more, Olivia did have a nice mom. The woman always brought snacks and drinks for them when they slept over at Olivia’s house, and Josee had never heard her friend complain about her mother. So maybe Olivia would be a lot like that.
Not that everyone ended up like their mothers – she gulped some air and couldn’t stop herself from focusing on that thought. Her mother was a wonderful powerful, strong woman…but she wasn’t a nice woman. She wasn’t caring or loving or any of that babying crap. But…what if Josee’s child wasn’t as strong as she was? What if her future kid needed someone more nurturing?
…she blushed harder. Jacques would probably be a ridiculously nurturing father. And then her thoughts drifted back to that again…what would her and Jacques’ child look like? Like one of them, only smaller? Or what if they looked like a little Felix?! She couldn’t take the thought of a small baby with the thick mustache of Jacques’ father. It was both terrifying and hilarious – enough so that she giggled out loud.
Jacques immediately popped his head around her door. “Josee? What’s so funny?”
She bit her lip and stared at him. “Um…nothing.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Then…what were you laughing about?”
Josee considered her options for an answer. She could tell him the truth, or just lie and say she remembered a good joke. Really, after all they’d been through together – losing the Olympics, losing the Ridonculous Race – saying she was imagining their lovechild wasn’t exactly the weirdest thing in the world.
“Do you think I’d be a good mother?”
…that wasn’t what she’d planned on saying.
Jacques would’ve done a spittake if he’d had any water in his mouth. “Um…” He stepped through the door. “Is that what you were laughing about?”
She shook her head. “It’s…related. I was thinking about Olivia, and then I just…I don’t know.”
He walked over and sat on the edge of her bed. “Well…if it means anything…I do. I think you’d be a fantastic mother.”
“What if I ended up like my own mother? You always talk about how terrible she is and that she didn’t raise me right so what if I started acting like her and then the kid would have both me AND my mama giving it the cold shoulder all the time and I-“
She was cut off with a short peck from Jacques’ lips onto hers. “Josee. Are you planning on having a kid soon?”
Josee shook her head.
“Then you don’t need to worry about any of this. The only baby we need to think about is our little Olympic gold medal that we’ll be carrying around everywhere we go!” He smiled brightly.
Josee smirked at him, and Jacques faltered, realizing what he’d implied.
“N-not, um…not that I’d necessarily be the father of your actual baby someday, uh…” He scratched his neck. “Or not that I wouldn’t, but…I, um, I was just trying to sound poetic, you know-“
This time Josee was the one to cut him off with a kiss.
“I know,” she mumbled against his lips, and then she grabbed his shirt collar. “Now shut up and get over here.”
Jacques let out his own giggle this time and scooted up on the bed – a weird, little talk about babies and family wasn’t going to get him out of the mood anytime soon.
Jacsee Week - Day 1 - New Outfits
Bonus points if you can tell what music video this is from :3c
Jacsee Week Day 1 - New Outfits!
Well, new outfits for Josee. I made a Josee dressup doll for today. It can be played over on my deviantART!
http://neopuff.deviantart.com/art/Jacsee-Week-New-Outfits-Josee-Dressup-Doll-648952218
Jacsee Week - Day 1 - New Outfits
out with the old, in with the gold 👌😎✨