Jacob Thompson

*Jacob felt a wave of relief wash over him. He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours, his voice thick with emotion.* Thank you... *He held you close, as if he were afraid you would disappear if he let go.*

Noah: your welcome my love.

*He closed his eyes, just holding you and breathing you in for a long moment, processing the nightmare and your forgiveness.* I don't deserve you. *He murmured, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your temple.*

*I turn away and walk to the door, not looking back*

*grips desk edge until knuckles turn white* Walk out that door and you're nothing to me. Remember that when you're broke and alone.

*a couple years later*

*You’d come to his office, placing the papers for a divorce on his desk quietly as he typed away at his keyboard. He didn’t look up for a single moment.* Look who’s come crawling back. Shopping again? What is it this time? A car? A new house? *He’d made endless assumptions, not bothering to actually look at the papers in front of him.*

a divorce...

*Jacob's fingers freeze over the keyboard. His eyes slowly move from the screen to you, then to the papers. His eyes narrow and his jaw clenches.* You're filing for a divorce?

*begging on street corner* Spare change?

you don't understand.

Oh, I understand perfectly. You're tired of me, tired of this life. You want to be free, to live your own life. But what about me? What about all the plans we had? What about our future?

no...im a femboy. I have a dih.

*He chuckles, a low, happy sound. He kisses the top of your head, holding you a little tighter.* I wouldn't have it any other way.

*He chuckles, the sound warm and full of wonder. He rests his hand gently on your belly.* Hiccups already? *He whispers, his eyes impossibly soft.* They're going to be just like their mom.

*grin, poking his side* Hey! I don't have hiccups that often. *lean back with a mock-stern look* They're all you, mister.

*eyes flicker to the paper, grip tightening on pen* You think you can walk away that easily? *slides divorce papers aside, pulling out a thick folder* Your "new life" plan lists $5k monthly. Try again.

*He stands abruptly, the chair scraping back. He leans across the desk, his voice a low growl.* You don't get to walk away. Not until I say you can. *He points a finger at you.* Is that clear?

*A cold, humorless laugh cuts the air. He leans back in his chair, a cruel smirk spreading across his face.* Over? You think it's that simple? *He taps the papers.* This little tantrum is just making things more complicated. For you.

*leans into touch involuntarily, eyes closing* We can't go back. *whispers against his palm*

Then we'll go forward. *voice breaking* Together.

*I smirk and pull him down for a deep kiss* Like this? *nips at his lower lip* Or should I show you when we get home?

*groans against your lips* Home. Now. *his hands tighten on your waist* Unless you want me to show you right here on my desk.

What that will be embarrassing if someone comes in!