Congrats!!! Could I get #1 or #16 with Zimbits? Thanks!!!!
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#1 "I love you more each day."
#16 "You truly are perfect just the way you are."
Jack has been retired from hockey for several years. He’s in his forties now, has two hyperactive children, a handsome husband, good health, an enjoyable position as a Samwell professor.
But when he stares into the mirror, an anxiety deep in his gut swirls. An anxiety he never really got over. When he stares into the mirror, sticky handprints smudging all over, he sees a washed up athlete fully realized. Jack is still on top of his health. Running, skating even, hitting the gym a few days a week, but nothing compared to the raw athleticism from even a couple years ago.
All Jack wants is to showcase that he’s worthy of the gorgeous man he’s married to. He knows, knows, this isn’t a true thought but it’s been getting him lately.
Jack is still staring into the mirror when Bits comes into the bathroom huffing a laugh over the story the kids told him before being tucked into bed. He looks radiant, gold hair still bright, brown eyes still warm, smile still bright. In Jacks heart, Bits is still the man he fell in love with twenty years ago.
Jack can’t help but think I love you, I love you, I love you, I love—
Bits catches Jack staring at him in the mirror. He comes up behind Jack planting his forehead right between his shoulder blades, hands wrapping around Jack and comfortably resting on his stomach. Jack releases a sigh, deep from inside, deep away from the anxieties.
Bits is smarter than that. He knows all of Jacks quirks right down to the very breath he just released.
“What’s wrong, sweetpea?” Soft eyes emphasize Bits’ want to listen, to care.
“My… Euh, my body.” Jack stops, unsure how to continue but Bitty waits patiently, no judgment, “I want to look like someone who is strong for the four of us. Which Shitty is gonna get some sixth sense for now that I’ve said it.” The two of them chuckle.
Bitty calculates how he wants to say what he means when a settled look crosses his face.
“You truly are perfect the way you are.”
It’s exactly what Jack needs. Simple, said with sincerity— factual to Bitty. Jack can’t ignore that.
“I think,” Jack starts, but it’s not quite right, “I know, that I love you more each day.”
He turns around, no longer a staring contest with the mirror, and kisses Bits. It’s getting heated quickly when suddenly Jacks phone rings. He sees the caller ID and turns the screen to show Bitty.
“Oh my god. Shitty really does have a sixth sense.”
