Fluff One Shots

Jake & Allison

I lean back against the cool ceramic of the bathtub, letting my eyes fall closed. Jake is watching the game, and I decided to take a relaxing lavender bath. Jake has been a bit distant since the wedding - especially after we found out. I'm so excited, I've waited for this since I was a little girl But Jake...Jake isn't. I think he's scared. He's had bad luck before and I think he just doesn't want the hurt again.

I look up as the door handle turns and Jake walks in. I smile, "game over?" He nods and walks towards me. I fight the urge to run my hand over my stomach as he leans over and kisses my forehead. I tip my head up, asking for a real kiss and he obliges. 

"My love, you look gorgeous," he says as he runs a hand over my hair. I look up at him and smile. I am so completely in love with him. 

"Mind if I join you?" he's already stripping so I assume I don't have a choice - but I nod anyways. As soon as the last of his clothes meet the floor I scoot forward so he can climb behind me. Once we're settled I lean back against him, grateful for the barrier between me and the cold of the tub. 

"Who won?" I scoot further down in the tub. 

"Chiefs," he sighs. He never cares who wins so long as its not the chiefs. It's adorable. He doesn't care for sports but he wants to get into football so he can make dad friends. Have I mentioned I am totally and completely in love with him? 

I turn to look at him over my shoulder and quickly get lost in his caremel eyes. They are gorgeous. I could stare at his eyes for the rest of my life. His eyes were the first thing I fell in love with. I remember staring at his eyes from across the coffee shop. They were mesmerizing. They were the first brown eyes I've ever been infatuated with - they were almost honey when I saw him. I couldn't get enough of his eyes when I first met him. "I'm so lucky," I murmur and lay my head back against his shoulder, my cheek against his warm skin. 

He chuckles softly, "why do you say that?" He asks as his hand swipes over my stomach. The action catches me completely off guard. I almost cry, he hasn't touched my belly since I started showing. My eyes water, and I try to blink them away but he notices. His thumb moves over my stomach and let a sob out. Joy. Joy is what I feel. I never knew how to identify that emotion but I know without a doubt that I am joyful now. Not just happy, not just ecstatic, but joyful. I'm joyful that the father of my child is touching my belly. I'm joyful that the love of my life loves the baby we made. Im joyful because he seems happy and content. 

"Because I get to love you," I tell him. His arms encircle me in a soft squeeze and I look up at him to give him a kiss. He leans down and gently kisses my nose, making my heart turn over. 

We cuddle in the tub for a little while, and I relish every moment I get to love him. 

A/N

I *hate* sentimentality so I'm sorry if this isn't the best lol. But hopefully you guys like it, and give me some prompts I'm terrible at this. 

Chloe don't be mean if you read this.