~𝒪𝓊𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈~
I never knew it could feel so good to be somebody's Star
John b x OC
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The fire cracked low, orange light dancing across all of us as we sat in a loose circle, tired down to our bones but still here.
Still breathing.
"I think the next time we take a little trip, we should maybe plan ahead," John B says.
"We can stay in a hotel next time," I add.
"And a shower," Kie says immediately.
"Yeah. I smell awful," I groan, wrinkling my nose.
"I smelled myself today—" John B starts.
"You weren't the only one who smelled you," I cut in, laughing.
That does it. Everyone laughs, the sound breaking through the quiet like it hadn't in days, warm and unguarded and free of the fear that had been sitting so heavy over all of us. For a moment, it almost feels normal. Like home.
And that's the thing.
Home.
All of us — we made a home. Together.
And then we lost it, the ache of that thought settling quiet and persistent under everything else in my chest.
JJ pokes at the fire with a stick, quiet for once, his eyes fixed somewhere far off in the flames.
Then, like he's tossing a joke instead of something huge, he says— "Hey uh you know, what's a good name for a baby? JJ. Goes both ways actually. If it's a girl— if it's a boy." He said
"What baby?" Pope asks, confused.
"Oh my God, that's right you guys don't know," I laugh, squeezing John B's hand, warmth already spreading through my chest at the thought of finally telling them.
John B looks at me, nods once.
"Uh," I start, suddenly nervous even though I shouldn't be, the words catching for just a second before I let them out.
"John B and I are planning to get pregnant. Soon. There's...a lot of details. But yeah," I smile.
Silence.
Then Cleo's face lights up. "No way. A Poguelet?"
"You?" Pope asks, stunned.
"Yeah," I smile, feeling my chest go warm and full watching their faces shift from shock into pure delight.
"You're gonna be a freaking dad!" Pope yells, laughing himself at John B.
"I'll be a dad!" John B yells back, laughing as Pope tackles him into the sand.
Cleo pulls me into a tight hug. "Oh man. I can't wait."
"Me either," I say, smiling — and she hugs me again like she means it, the warmth of her arms settling something soft and grateful deep in my chest.
