JJ Maybank Imagines

Never Grow Up

inspired by Taylor Swifts 'Never Grow Up'

this is from jjs pov of his daughter growing up.

disclaimer- there is no y/n in this story !

your little hands wrapped around my finger

I watched as Emma's hands wrapped my finger, she's only 4 months old. She looked so peaceful in her tired state. I wish I was that peaceful. My girlfriend had her and just kinda...left. She didn't want a baby this young. I cant really blame her, we're only 18.

and it's to quiet in the world tonight, your little eye lids flutter cause you're dreaming so I tuck you in and turn on your favorite night light

The night was quiet, too quiet. I looked down to see her sound asleep, a fistful of my shirt held tightly in her hand. Oh if she could stay like this forever and ever.

I laid her down in her crib that John B and I built for her. Her night light that I hate cause I'd rather sleep in the dark but helps her sleep through the night was lighting up the room with a yellow glow.

to you everything's funny, you got nothing to regret.

It must be funny being a baby, everything must feel so weird. Maybe it's nice, you got nothing to regret.

Honestly, I'm kind of glad my girlfriend left. I loved her, but I love Emma more and I don't want people in her life that don't truly love her.

I'd give all I have if you could stay like that

I'd give up everything for her. If it meant Emma would be happy I'd do anything. She deserves the world at at 4 months old she's already my best friend. And I think it's fair to believe she's the best thing that's ever happened to me.

After she was born and my girlfriend left I stopped with being high 24/7 and the constant drinking. I worked more hours, finished school and now we're doing just fine. I have a one bedroom apartment and it's great.

oh darling don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up, just stay this little. don't you ever grow up, it could stay this simple.

As I lay in bed I think about her growing up. I wonder if I'll be like Luke, if I'll find a mother figure for Emma. I wish life would stay this simple forever.

Despite money being tight everything was fine. Emma goes to daycare during the day and I work. On weekends I'm home with her and we hang out with the pogues or alone, whatever works.

It's all going just fine.

5 years later

Emma's hand gripped mine tightly as we walked through the grocery store parking lot. When we reached a cart I placed her in the seat at the front.

"what snacks do you want for school?" I asked, wiggling my eyebrows which made her laugh. She started kindergarten a little over a month ago and she's loving it. We also moved into a two bedroom apartment but most days she ended up in my bed anyways.

I think with it just being me and her for so long she's very attached to me.

"hmmm, gummies!" she giggled. I nodded as we made our way to the snack isle where she picked lots of other thinks. Bad dad award goes to me for letting her eat so much junk.