What Happened to the Good Boy? (What Happened Series #2) *completed*

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Jaydeth's POV

2 years later

"I am a writer and a ..."......

"A what? You cant just say a writer you have to have more emphasis on it then that." 

"I know but what if I don't want to be anything more than just a Writer?" 

"That's not what I..."

"No see that's the problem every one wants me to be more than what I am and the thing is maybe I just want to try this. Maybe I just want to be one thing and not everything everyone want's me to be." 

I stared at him quiet now. I hadn't seen it like that and I knew I had upset him a bit now. 

"I'm sorry, my love." I murmured wrapping my arms around his shoulders as he lent back in the computer chair. He was a bit tense before sighing and slinking his arms around me as well. "I hadn't meant it like that. I just meant you needed to sound more driven. I know that this is what you want. You've found your way in work and happiness.  I just wish for others to see the drive I see and know the Writer I know. You're more than just a writer. You're an arrow that never misses its mark. You're an unstoppable force that never hinders others in the process. You're amazing and i want everyone to see that. Like i do..." I trail and he looked up at me with those damned violet eyes. 

"No one sees me the way you see me." He whispered and i felt a pang in my chest. Turning him around i gripped the arms of the chair and leaned forward placing a loving kiss on his lips. His soft hands cupped my face and neck. Pulling away our lips hovering against each others, i stared into his eyes. 

"I wish you would let them see some parts of what I see. Regardless if they cant see it my way." He blinked and didn't say anything just let me pull away and go back over to my bed with one last peck against his soft lips. 

We didn't say anything as we sat in silence his fingers sliding back and fourth across the keys of his keyboard without actually clicking them. I glanced at my phone screen mindlessly avoiding texts from daddy constantly checking on me. I broke the silence when he sighed again.

"Alright enough. Cynthia and Leo are waiting for us. We might as well head out now." I said and he pushed away from the desk.

"I'm not ready." He mumbled rubbing his eyes standing slowly. I jumped up spinning him a bit. 

"Well.... hop to it." I kissed his temple and slapped both butt cheeks as he squealed away. Smiling, I turned the the closet and began looking for something to throw on. We got dressed quickly both of us passing one another giving mindless touches and teasing pokes. Grabbing my keys as we headed through the living room, i spoke. "Ready?" He hummed a "mmhm" in response and i let him out first. Glancing back at our home a warm buzz danced through me. 

When i had first mentioned getting a place Dad of all people was against it. Saying i had had a rough year and that being away from those who cared about me wasn't the greatest idea. I hadn't thought much on how negative things had been and tried hard to focus on the positive. Ronny would have most likely shared this place with me and i wouldn't have liked being here alone. So Trinity had a space in my closet and soap in my shower. A desk in our bedroom and a seat at the table. 

This was his home too. 

As much as he had a room and clothes at my godparents. He had them at my parents home as well. Yet i think this was his home of homes. He spent majority time here. And i was 100% okay with it.