Bigger Than The Whole Sky ☆ Jaylor

Chpt. 10 - Last day together

*IMPORTANT: THIS CHAPTER WILL BE TRIGGERING TO ANYONE WHO CAN'T HANDLE BLOOD OR LOTS OF SWEARING (and potentially something else but no spoilers!) 

October 10th, 2022.

I wake up to soft kisses against my forehead, and when I open my eyes, I see him holding himself up with one arm, smiling.

"Sorry I woke you, love, I just wanted to spend our last day doing fun stuff, not just sleeping." He whispers, soft and gravelly, while his hand runs up and down my torso. 

Oh. Right. I had forgotten. Today is our last day together before Joe has to fly to New York early tomorrow morning, for auditions and meetings. We've been separated for work plenty of times, over our 6 years together, but it never gets any easier, especially not now that I'm pregnant.

"Don't leave baby... Just keep me in your arms forever and we can fly to the moon and raise our baby there with nobody else around." I mumble, still 90% asleep.

"And no oxygen, either?" Joe teases.

"Ugh. Good point."

For a few moments, we lay in blissful morning silence, except for one of those tiny blue and yellow Finches chirping outside. I'm almost asleep again when Joe crawls across my body and stands beside the bed. He pulls me up so I'm sitting against the bedframe and I want to marry him all over again when he kisses my hand and whispers, "I'm gonna go get you some breakfast, okay? And then we've got plans. I have to leave at like 4am tomorrow, and I won't get to kiss you all week," he complains dramatically. "Therefore, I have to spoil my gorgeous pregnant wife with lots of kisses and flowers and cuddles and food and a perfect day while I can."

I almost cry. The tears even well up in my eyes, but I don't let them fall. Instead, I reach up to him for a hug and kiss his cheek. "Baby... no one has every loved anybody as much as I love you. You're just, you're an angel. You're so perfect, Joe."

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When I wake up again, Joe is back from the shops. I can hear him humming to himself. I actually laugh out loud when I hear that it's 'As It Was' by Harry Styles. I can't blame him though, it's a really catchy song. 

I remember I still have to text Jack to catch up in New York next week, so we can tell him that I'm pregnant. I type a message: 'Hey jack, you in NY? can you come over for dinner at start of next week? we miiight have some news... not music related, very exciting. Bring Maggie if she can make it!!' Hitting send, I take a big breath and throw my legs over the side of the bed to stand up. Surprisingly, barely any nausea floods my body as I stand, and I silently thank our baby for not making me throw up this morning.

I wander downstairs to the kitchen and see Joe with my pink apron on, mixing a bowl of pancakes, I think, humming loudly to himself. Olivia is sitting on the kitchen bench, listening to him, and Benjamin is walking around his feet. The whole scene was so domestic and homely and beautiful. I rest my warm hands on my flat tummy. Both me and my baby are the luckiest people in the world to have Joe in our lives.

"G'mornin' babe, I'm making pancakes again, hope that's alright." He says with his typical boyish grin.

I walk over to him and hug him from behind. "Thank you, my diligent housewife," I tease, knowing damn well that Joe knows how grateful I really am. He kisses my hands, that were wrapped around his shoulders and upper chest, and untangles himself. I watched as he puts the bowl of pancake mix on the bench, then walks over to the dining table to grab a large bouquet of blue and pink flowers. He presents them in front of me and chuckles a bit when I gasp. "I am a very diligent housewife," he jokes back.