Summary: You're working late, and Jax is determined to make sure you get rest.
Pairing: Jax Teller X Female Reader
WordCount: 264
Content: Fluff,
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“Darlin’, why are you still up?” You momentarily glanced up at Jax before looking back down at your paperwork once more. You needed to finish the new specials by the morning. With no answer, Jax padded towards you, Sweatpants low on his hips. He placed his hands on your shoulders, slowly kneading the tense muscles.
“You’ve been over those hundred times already. You’ve tried them on the boys, and they loved them. Tomorrow, people will be queuing at the door. If not, I’ll deal with them. Your head snapped in his direction. Jax grinned. He knew that would get your attention.
“You can’t threaten my customers. I want them to come back because they enjoy my food, not because my boyfriend threatened them.” Jax smirked.
“Only if you come to bed.” You rolled your eyes, muttering under your breath about blackmail. It clearly worked. Jax helped you pull your chair out. Frowning as he noticed the bags under your eyes. No doubt this hadn’t been your first late night. However, for a while, it would be your last.
He refused to have you working yourself into the ground. He’d do whatever he needed to. Whether that would be getting the guys to help you out or getting them to hold out promotional materials. What was the point of a prospect if you couldn’t use them to help out?
“Thank you.” You mummbled barely audible.
“I’ve got you, Darlin’. Don’t worry. We look out for each other, remember. You stop me from going to jail, and I stop you from running yourself into the ground.
“What ya doin here, Lass?” Chibs got up upon seeing her his niece enter the TM lot once he got in range he pulled her into a hug.
“Just visiting my favorite uncle.” Y/n smiled hugging him back.
“I’m your only uncle.” He teased pulling her back.
“Touche, but still my favorite.” She smiled at him mischievously.
“Ye my favorite niece.” Chibs smiled back.
“Well that’s a relief. I’m your only niece so if I wasn’t your favorite we’d have a problem.” Y/n playfully squinted at him.
“How long you here for Lass?” Chibs asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulders leading her over to the picnic tables.
“Well, actually.” Y/n trailed off as they both sat down. “I was thinking about planting some root’s. And where better than near my dearest uncle.”
Chibs raised a brow in question. “You really wanna move and stay in Charming?”
Y/n shrugged her shoulders. “I miss you and my family. The MC has always been my family.”
“I would love to have you around more often and closer.” Chibs tell’s her his opinion on the matter.
“I’m here to stay.” Y/n smiled at him, she smiled being around her uncle, they use to be so close when she was younger.
“I’m glad.” Chibs would love to have her around, it had been to long without his niece around.
“Y/n?” Jax said her name in shock, not believing his eyes as he walked out of the club house.
“Jaxie.” Y/n greeted the blonde comforting she truly is there before him.
“It’s good to see you Darlin.” Jax smiled his signature Jax smile and pulled her into a tight welcoming hug. When they were younger they spent all their time together, plus Ope. So he had really missed having her around.
“Its good to see you too.” Y/n hugged him back, having very much missed him as well.
“How long are you here for?” he asked pulling away, she’d visit but never for very long so Jax wanted to know how long he had before she left again.
Y/n glanced at her Uncle Chibs before telling the blonde. “A while.”
^ ^ ^ A Week Later ^ ^ ^
It had been a week, a week of Y/n house/apartment hunting with Chib’s help. And any free time from doing that Y/n had been spending it with Jax. He was happy to have her back, and he didn’t want to waste a second.
Jax was currently watching Y/n from afar. He was so glad to have her back, but he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. For her to announce she was leaving.
“Starin at her isn’t gonna get ya anywhere, Jackie Boy.” Chibs spoke up from Jax’s side having had enough of Jax watching Y/n from afar.
“Chibs-”
“Jackie, listen. I’ve seen how close you two have become since she’s been back. If your holding back because of me, ye have my blessin.” Chibs put his hand up to stop the blonde from talking and for him to just listen.
“Its not just that. But thanks.” Jax told him, patting Chibs on the back in thanks for his blessing to date his niece.
“What's wrong?” Chibs furrowed his brows in confusion. What could Jax possibly have going on in his head if it wasn’t needing permission to make Y/n his.
“She’s a free spirit. She never stay’s anywhere to long. Y/n/n will leave soon and then where would that leave me?” Jax shrugged and sighed as he looked down rubbing his hands over his face.
“Oh Jackie boy.” Chibs laughed, shaking his head amused.
“”What?” He didn’t understand why the scot was laughing.
“She’s planted roots. Been house huntin when she’s not here or with you.” Chibs told him placing a hand on his shoulder.
“She’s moving to Charming?” Jax quirked a brow, trying to contain his excitement.
“Said so herself.” He nodded in confirmation. “You have a chance. Take it. But if you hurt her I swear boy.” Chibs growled, he loved Jax but if he hurt Y/n Chibs would definitely hurt him.
“I’d let you beat my ass if I did.” Jax knew though it wouldn’t just be Chibs who’d kick his ass. The whole club would. Jax may be prince but as far as most were concerned y/n was the princess.
Later that night Jax found Y/n up on the roof of the clubhouse.
“What’re you doin up here Darlin?” Jax asked with a lazy smirk as he climbed the ladder to the roof of the clubhouse.
“To loud and crowded inside. Why are you up here teller? Isn’t every single one of those croweaters trying to get in your pants?” Y/n shrugged one shoulder smiling as she teased him. Y/n was never one for club parties. Or the party favours.
“Only one girl I’m interested in, and she’s not a croweater or inside.” Jax stated as he walked over and sat down next to her.
“Oh, and where is she?” Y/n raised a brow looking at him amusedly.
“Up on this roof. I’m looking right at her.” He told her honestly, he was nervous which was a new feeling for him.
“Jax.” Y/n narrowed her eye’s and tilted her head not understanding what he was truly saying and she didn’t want to assume anything.
“I’ve fallen for you Y/n. Chibs told me you’re planning on staying in Charming. What do you say to givin us a shot?” Jax smiled the best he could through his nerves. He turned in his seat and reached up to cup her face and neck in his hands.
“What about-”
“Chibs gave me his blessing. Its up to you.” Jax stated hoping that information helped her make up her mind. Make her decision. He hoped she would give them a chance considering how long he has harbored a crush on her.
“I’m in Jax. Let’s give this a go.” Y/n smiled brightly at him before she pulled him into a kiss. Which sealed their new found relationship. Y/n has had a crush on the Blonde Teller in front of her since she was a little girl, so she was definitely willing to give a relationship a go and hope for the best outcome.
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❀Jax knows from the moment he brings you into his world you're life's at risk. It's why Jax is considering doing it in the first place.
❀Jax teaches you how to protect yourself, if he's not there he wants you to know how to fight.
❀Jax insists there are weapons in your house. Baseball bats, guns, knives, Jax strategically places them around your house in case anyone were to surprise you.
❀Jax makes sure you have Gemma's number. He wants you to have her numbers in case of an emergency.
❀He asks Gemma to check up on you whenever he's away. He worries about you. Also Gemma's accustomed to situations in which her life could be in danger.
❀Jax making sure you're home has the best security system possible. He wants you to feel safe and secure when you're alone.
❀If Jax is in any doubt. he'll make you stay at the clubhouse. It's a safe place and he knows the club will look out for you.
❀Jax buying you a motorcycle helmet. So you can ride his motorcycle safely.
❀Jax is ready to drop everything to protect you. He'll always put things aside. Jax would fight to the death to protect you. You're one of the most important people in his life.
Summary: How the guys would react if they overheard some guy hitting on you and telling that your boyfriend is a bitch. Inspiration came from the song below.
Tag List: @keyweegirlie @hatersaremymotivators @meera10 @youngadult9016 @littlefrogbrain
Our sweet Juice is amused at first that goofy grin plastered on his face as he sips his beer. He figures it was obvious that you are with him since the guy literally stepped in between you two as you guys were sitting and talking at the clubhouses bar. Guy must just be to caught up in how beautiful his Old Lady is. Then he hears the guy tell you that your boyfriend is a bitch and he could take him. "Alright buddy" laughs Juice that goofy grin slipping into a tight smile as he grabs his shoulder. Slipping off the stool he steers the guy out the door. "Be back in a bit babe" he calls over his shoulder to you.
"Surprise surprise he couldn't take me. Guess you are stuck with me" states Juice smugly as he rejoins you giving you a kiss on the forehead.
Chibs has grown used to the "youngins" hitting on you and such. He used to be quick to swing but your calming nature had him using patience and words a little more often now than his fist. This time though he puts the young man through one of the tables. It's hard to say whose more shocked between the three of you. "Think you can do her better Laddie?" Chibs chuckles darkly as he shakes his head at the trembling man under him. "Why don't you join me and my Ole Lady here in the bedroom. One of us can learn some pointers".
Happy turned away from the pool table when he heard the new prospects response to your decline of a date. Your wide eyed expression, tight smile and nervous chuckle when his eyes met yours told him he had in fact heard the idiot correctly. It was nothing to the prospects expression as he turned to see who you were looking at. Happy simply rolled his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other for a moment before speaking. "I'm her bitch boyfriend.
Jax is swinging fists before the guy knows what is happening. He demands the guy to answer him between every hard blow. "Think I'm still a bitch?" Are you blind? Couldn't see her crow? The ring?" "Did you miss my arm around her waist?". Jax only relents when Chibs and Opie pull him off the guy. Without another word he pulls you to the dorm hallway to relieve some more of his anger in a more enjoyable way.
Half-Sack is quick to be in the guys face. Newly patched he feels he has a lot to prove still. He makes it clear he doesn't need a gun to win a fight. Which does not last long and leaves the guy hitting on you knocked out and being dragged out of the clubhouse by Happy.
At first Tig thinks you and Kozik are playing a joke on him when you two tell him what happened inside while you were getting a drink. The two of you loved to rile him up and play jokes on him. He also can't wrap his mind around who in their right mind would tell his gorgeous, pregnant wife that she could do better and they could do her better. Especially not after you two had been together for ten years. The tears that start to well up though have him up on his feet and inside, dragging the man out by his kutte. Once he gets your nod of confirmation he pulls him toward the ring.
Opie while usually level headed and one to think things through before reacting. Can't help but to punch the guy in his face before he can even get his sentence out. While he agrees with the guy that you can in fact do better than an outlaw biker, no one else gets to say it.
Kozik would have let it slide. Being called a bitch and stuff did not bother him. What bothered him was how uncomfortable you got and how the guy would not back off. The quiet whisper of his government name from your lips had him grabbing the offending guy into a chokehold and yanking him out of the clubhouse to teach him a lesson on respect.
Rat had his teeth gritted as he served drinks from behind the bar. Still being a prospect he was limited on what he could do to a patched member, let alone the VP of another visiting charter. "You have my permission to handle that" stated Jax as he came around the bar, having heard what was happening. Rat nodded his head in appreciation before yanking the guy over the bar top. There were perks to dating the sister of the mother charters President.
prompt: after a hard day with SAMCRO, Chibs could really use a shower, a dinner and your presence. Nothing else but a sweet evening with his s/o.
gender neutral!reader, third pov, Chibs & reader are a couple, reader is friend with Sons of Anarchy, 820 words
warnings: mention of blood, mc’s activites, nudity, smoking, drinking (wine) allusion of sexual activity, age gap, physical touch (romantic way)
a/n: small fluffy imagine with Chibs just bc I love him; don’t hesitate to send request for every character you want (:
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“Babe I’m home,” you heard Chibs’ voice across the small apartment you two shared. You got up from your bed you were sitting on and you came to meet a slightly bloody Chibs. “Not mine,” he just whispered as he saw you looking at him.
“You wanna talk ‘bout it?” you simply asked while you both were heading to the bathroom.
“Nope. Right now I want you and me in the shower,” he replied with a grin, which made you laugh.
“You never stop,” you said and he shook his head.
“Never, babe.”
Chibs kissed you, already undressing himself. You did the same, and the both of you went under the hot water. You were used to Chibs’ activities with the Sons of Anarchy. In fact, you were used to the charter’s activities. So when Chibs would returned at home all bloody after a day, you would not freaked out or complained. You would always stayed there for him if he wanted to talk, but you would never pushed him, only doing whatever the two of you wanted to enjoy your evenings.
After your shower Chibs was only wearing a towel around his hips while you were already wearing your pyjamas.
“What d’you want for dinner?” you asked him.
“Ye,” he replied, a crooked grin on his lips.
“Again? You sure you can handle that many rounds?” you were only playing with him, of course.
“Love, I migh’ be more than 15 years older than ya but I still can show ya who’s the boss here.”
He gave you a kiss and a small slap on one of your butt cheek, making you laugh.
“To be honest I’ll eat whatever’s left in the fridge and the cupboards. I think ya’ll need to run some errands tomorrow if it’s alright for ya.”
“Yeah no prob’ I’ll do it.”
You smiled softly, already busy finding what to cook. You knew Chibs could also cook, but sometimes you just like being the one cooking. While you were busy making dinner, Chibs would usually set the table and poured a glass of wine for the both of you, the smell of his smoke blending with the smell of the food.
After having put some sweat pants on, Filip returned in the kitchen, dinner almost ready. You didn’t do anything fancy, only spaghetti, but that was always great for him after a day working with the club. You put the plate before him as he was turning the tv on. You sat next to him and he gave you your glass of wine.
“What d’ya wanna watch?” Chibs asked.
“Let’s watch Pride and Prejudice!” you immediately replied.
“Again? Isn’t it like the third time in two month we watch it?”
“Yeah but I love it,” you said with big pleading eyes.
“‘kay but next time I’m the one choosin’ the movie.”
You smiled and went to put the dvd in the player.
It was your little habit. Just you two and a movie night, relaxing together. Of course Chibs loved to spend the night at the clubhouse but sometimes he was better alone with you than with the club. And sometimes he also loved having you around at the clubhouse. It all depended on his moods, yours, the day you both had. And right now, spending some time with your loved one, felt like the perfect evening.
“Aye, can’t get enough of that movie, can ye?” Filip put an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him as the movie just finished.
“I’m sure you love it too,” you joked.
“Kinda have too, after havin’ watch it that many times.”
Chibs laughed then kissed you and you went deeper in his embrace. You smelt his cologne mixed with the smoke and you felt at home.
He let a hand running through your hair and you stared at the paused screen in front of you. The black background was letting you see yourself in Chibs’ arms. You also could see his disturbed face and look.
“What’s going through that head of yours?” you asked, brushing his cheek with your nose.
“Too many things, babe. Don’t wanna upset ya with the club’s shit.” He kissed your forehead. “Jax’s a good president, I trust him enough.”
You nodded and kissed his cheeks. He lit a cigarette and you looked at him, only to meet his gaze on you.
“What?” you asked.
“Nothin’. Ye’re cute. What if we go to bed?” Chibs asked, a small and soft smile on his lips. You agreed and you both put an end – in your bedroom – to another crazy day.
You knew a small evening with you in his arms could make Chibs’ day better, so that’s what you did tonight. With him, you never felt the need to ask him about his day or about the club’s activities because he was the one to talk to you when he needed to.
I glance to my right, noticing Gemma take a stool beside me.
"What do you mean?"
"Come on, the crows are buzzing, you have heart eyes for one of my boys. Who is it?" She leans in, whispering " I won't tell"
A deep sigh leaves my throat.
"It doesn't matter, they just see me as a hang round anyway" I deadpan, shrugging at the thought. But she is quick to reassure.
" No, sweetie, you're more than that, since Happy saved you from your ex, you've become the new favorite around here, you're family."
" Whoever it is that's got you so lovesick....."
" Who's lovesick?" Juice interrupts her, followed by his brothers conversing behind him.
" Nobody, it's nothing" " our girl here was bit by the love bug, won't say who for"
The boys surround me before her sentence is finished. I glare daggers at her and she just smirks and leaves the clubhouse.
********
" I know it's not me, so just tell me who you're in love with " I roll my eyes at Jax
"Aye lass, secret is safe with us" I didn't even know Chibs was behind me.
"Not gonna happen boys" I'll take this secret to the grave if I have to.
*******
"I'm just saying, she gives me looks sometimes, she's sweet on me"
" She's sweet with everyone, Juice, doesn't mean nothing"
The boys have been at it for a week now, Gemma has given up, content on watching the show unfold like a soap opera. Her son, however, is non stop asking, no, begging me to tell him, swears that the club is nearly at each other's throats over this. I've noticed, and I feel bad, but Im also so fucking nervous to let anyone in on my secret, if he finds out, will he feel the same, laugh, spit on my face. I may be a favorite, but I am head-over-heels for this guy. I'm not asking for a one night stand here, it's forever, and that's scary.
*******
The whole crew is at Gemma's for a family dinner. Food, beers and conversations fill the room. Bobby enters, apologizing for being late, bringing in a container of cookies and another of brownies. A crowd gathers around, grabbing handfuls of sweets. But when I go to reach, the tray is pulled away from me.
" I don't get one?"
" Not until you spill the tea, honey"
The others agree with Bobby and I am met with a dozen pairs of eyes staring into my soul.
" Okay, you guys win."
I take a deep breath, and close my eyes, if I can't see his reaction, it might be easier.
I feel two hands grip my shoulders; Gemma.
" It's okay, baby"
Jax let's out an impatient 'please'
"Aye lass, just tell us"
" it's you Scotty, always has been you"
*********
A.N. okay this is probably crap, but it's the best I got.
Hey, two stories in two days, not saying there will be more but it's something.
Please feel free to like, reblog or leave comments, I could use the reassurance. Thanks for reading
Summary: Exchanging keys can be a big deal but also a sign of trust and love. Reader gets a phone call with bad news while Juice is on a run. she seeks him out for comfort but settles with his apartment while he's away.
Warnings: None? pet names? crying...? The family problem is left open; we all go through some hard times, so I thought it fitting to leave it open for anyone who find it helpful to and comforting.
Authers note: i have a few ideas about how having a Key to Juices house is helpful and i think i might write like a little series for them. like nothing in order other than maybe this being the first with the how?
word count: 1867
Juice looked at you with a small smile while his hand dug in his pocket. “Here.” he says as he pulls whatever it was he was looking for. “This is for you.” he says and holds out a sing key on a keyring. You looked at the key then back to him, shocked that he was taking this step in your relationship. It made you happy while also nervous, no one had ever given you a house key before. You wanted to be closer however, it was just a surprise and a little out of the blue. Juice got nervous the longer it took you to respond, his smile faulted a little and his shoulder sagged just a bit. “You don't have to take it… I just thought-”
“I want it.” your words were rushed and sounded just as nervous as juice looked. You reached out and slowly took the key, eyeing it with a soft smile. “No one has ever given me a key before.” you confess.
Juice relaxed a little with a soft chuckle. “That so? Well you're welcome over whenever baby.” he says with a crooked smile.
Your own smile widens and you step closer to wrap your arms around his middle, his own came up to wrap around your shoulders. “Thank you juicy, I love you.” you say into his chest.
He gives your shoulders a small squeeze and kisses the top of your head. “I love you too Baby.” he says with a goofy grin, happy you accepted his offer.
A few days later you decided to make a spare key of your own and give it to him, showing him that you felt the same way and trusted him enough to have it. He showered you with affection and love over the whole thing and didn't complain when you told him you would prefer to be at his place, since he was so clean and his place was so nice.
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It was normal for you to text Juice and tell him you were going to come over or be there when he got home. You both had come to an understanding that his place was the normal meetup spot. You didn't mind your own place but Juice's apartment smelled like him, it looked like him and you felt comfortable there when he wasn't even home. He didn’t seem to mind it either, since it was naturally cleaner than yours anyways, something he tried not to tease you about.
There was a night however, he was gone for a three day run and would be back late at night. You had been given some news about a family member that caused you to spiral a little. With tears rimming your waterline you drove to Juice’s empty apartment in a daze. It was about 5pm when you pulled up and used your key to let yourself in.
You left the door unlocked and kicked your shoes off. Still in a complete daze you went straight to Juice's closet and pulled down one of his black T-shirts. You pulled your own shirt over your head and replaced it with his. Climbing into his bed you wrapped yourself up in his blankets. The blankets and pillows smelt like Juice, like he was almost there with you. You felt safer, still lonely and sad but his scent and apartment helped soothe you enough to fall into a restless sleep.
What you didn't know was that you had left your phone at home. Juice, who had tried to call you soon after you left to tell you he would be home rather late, had tried back all day. Every stop he called you once and then soon he was blowing up your phone just to make sure you were okay and every time you didn’t pick up his anxiety got worse. By the time they rolled into town Juice was making a B-line straight to your apartment. When he pulled up to find your car missing and your door unlocked with your phone inside he began to really panic.
On auto pilot he rode straight to his own apartment, the last place he could look before falling into a full blown panic attack.
Juices felt the weight of the world lift from his shoulders when he saw your car parked in the spot next to where he puts his bike. He haphazardly parks next to your car and practically runs up the stairs to his apartment. When he placed his key in the door however he found it already unlocked and the sinking feeling that something bad filled his chest again. He held his hand near his gun as he entered his apartment. It was quiet and dark when he stopped inside. Your shoes were laying upside down by the door but there didn’t seem to be any kind evidence of a break in. Relaxing his shoulders a bit he closed and locked the door behind him with a soft sigh.
Slowly he walked to his bedroom. A small smile crept across his face when he flicked the light on to find you asleep in the middle of his bed. You were wrapped in his blankets and your hair was a mess around you. Juice really wanted to let you sleep, you looked a little like you needed it at the moment.
He was too anxious and worried for that however. You had left your phone at home and the door’s were unlocked. You know by now how much Juice cares about your safety, you should have known better and locked them. He kicked his boots off, for the moment not caring where they landed.
He sat on the edge of the bed and gently moved the hair that was obstructing your face from him. His smile flipped quickly into a frown, his brows pinched together. You had been crying, evidence dripped onto his pillow. You had probably been crying for a while now and it broke Juice’s heart. His thumb came to swipe threatening tears from your tightly closed eyes. “Baby, wake up.” Juice spoke soft and gentle, trying to coax you out of your slumber slowly so as to not startle you. “C’mon baby, wake up for me please.” he asked again, now stroking your hair a little.
Your eyes shift a little before fluttering open. It took you a moment to focus and realize Juice was there. “Juice?” you croaked out.
When you sat up Juice couldn't help the giddy feeling when he saw you in his shirt. You were upset about something and you seemed to seek him out for comfort.
“Your home… What time is it?” you asked, rubbing your eyes while you try and read the clock.
Sitting against the headboard Juice wrapped his arms around you enough to pull you and sit you on his lap. You didn’t hesitate a moment and wrapped your own around his torso and laid your head against his chest. “Almost one in the morning, if i knew you were here i would have been sooner.” he said softly, rubbing your thigh with one hand while the other held you against him by your lower back.
It took you a moment to remember how you even got in his apartment. You felt bad, you hadn’t said anything and left your phone at home. You looked up at him with watery eyes. “I'm sorry.” you say, voice clever but still only just above a whisper.
Juice gave you a tender smile and shook his head. “I'm just glad your safe Babygirl, I was worried.” he told you. “What's going on, did something happen?” he then asked.
You nodded slowly, remembering the phone call you got earlier that day and all the emotions you were sleeping to get away from came flooring back. Fresh tears filled your water line before falling quickly. Before your own hand could come up to swipe them away Juice was there, gently wiping the streaks from your cheeks and tucking your hair behind your ear. He let you take your time, slowly getting the words out. You hated how broken your voice sounded but you felt just a little better telling him. He reassured you over and over he was right there, take your time, he wasn't going to leave you alone. You managed to tell him everything you knew about what happened. He didn’t know what else to do at the moment but to hold and listen to you and for the moment it was just what you needed. Safe in his arms while you poured your bleeding heart to the man you loved and trusted the most in this world.
With a shaky breath you finally gave him a small smile, tears still streaming down your face. “I just… didn’t know what to do or where to go.” you said, as you snuggled closer to him. “I just got in my car and drove here.” you admitted.
Juice smiled softly, he didn’t like the pain you were in but knowing he was such a big part of your life now just made him happy. “I'm glad you came here, wish you would have locked the door and told me so I didn’t have to panic.” he scolded you softly.
You hummed in agreement. “I know, I'm sorry.” you repeated, you felt a little awkward now that he was home, actually there giving you the comfort you had been seeking when coming here. You couldn't help but apologize. Your tears continued to fall but lessened enough so your breathing could even out. Listening to Juice’s heart beat helped keep your head in reality.
Juice shook his head again with a short low chuckle. “Baby, no need to apologize. I'm here for you and I just want to make sure you're safe.” he told you. “Next time maybe just leave me a message okay?”
“I will.” you agreed.
For a while you fell into a comfortable silence while you calmed down. Your tears stopped and your eyes felt heavy now. It was still late and you knew Juice must be exhausted. “You need sleep.” you say and go to stand but Juice's arms stop you from moving and instead pull you to sit with your back pressed against his chest.
He nuzzled into your neck. “Not before I know you're going to be okay.” He says.
You smile to yourself. He really was a good man. “I'm okay Juice, I promise.” you say and lean into his hold. “You’re here with me and that's enough, I cried it all out anyways.” You joke light heartedly.
He kisses your shoulder and lets you back in bed before getting up with a grin. “Okay, tomorrow I'll make breakfast and we can do whatever you want, alright baby? I'm all yours.” he says while undressing, opting to take a shower in the morning and getting into bed next to you.
You hummed in agreement and scoot closer to him, cursing up against his side and laying your head on his chest. You were glad he was home, now you felt like you could get some real rest and hold off your worries for a while.
