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IN WHICH jobe is clingy in front of his mom
It was a typical saturday afternoon at jobe's family home in england. the atmosphere was relaxed, and the warm sunlight filtered through the large windows, casting soft shadows on the walls. the living room was cozy, with a few football trophies on display and a picture perfect view of the lush garden outside. it was the perfect place to unwind after a long week of training and matches.
jobe, who just got home, had just returned from a morning practice session with sunderland. he was still wearing his training kit: a navy blue tracksuit with a sunderland crest on the chest and his posture exuding that quiet confidence he always carried.
laine, his girlfriend, was sitting cross-legged on the couch next to jobe's mom, denise. denise was a warm, down-to-earth woman with a bright smile, her stylish yet understated outfit reflecting her easy elegance. she had always made laine feel like a part of the family. the two of them were sitting together, chatting and laughing as they went through the piles of makeup and clothes on the coffee table.
laine was dressed casually but stylishly in a pair of low-waist, flared jeans and a tight long-sleeve shirt that fitting her curves perfectly. The denim jeans hung just right on her, and every movement she made seemed to catch jobe's eye.
jobe watched from a distance as laine and his mom worked together. he admired the way his girlfriend helped denise organize her makeup collection, giving suggestions on different shades and colors that would suit her. It was clear to him that the two women had become incredibly close over time. They had that bond that could only come from spending hours talking, laughing, and supporting one another.
As much as Jobe loved seeing them get along, there was a part of him that felt, a little left out. He leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms, watching laine with intensity. He couldn't take his eyes off her. It wasn't just her beauty, it was the way she moved, the way she smiled, and how her presence always seemed to light up any room she entered.
He stood there, staring for a moment too long, before he finally couldn't resist anymore.
"babe" Jobe called, walking over and sliding his arms around her waist from behind. His hands rested on her hips as he kissed the top of her head while towering over her.
Laine chuckled lightly, knowing exactly what was coming. "Jobe, you're being clingy again" she teased, turning her head to look at him. "I'm busy. i'm helping your mom"
"i don't care" he said, his lips brushing against her neck as he squeezed her waist. "I'm more important than makeup"
Denise, who had been watching with an amused smile, raised an eyebrow. "Jobe, are you really going to interrupt us every time we talk about makeup?" she said playfully, though she couldn't hide the fondness in her voice.
Jobe grinned, ignoring his mom's comment. "I just wanted to kiss my girlfriend" he said, before planting a kiss on Laine's cheek.
Laine giggled but gently pushed him away. "jobe, stop it. You're embarrassing me in front of your mom!" she whispered
"Not embarrassed, just loved" Jobe replied with a smirk. He leaned in to kiss her again, but this time Laine lightly swatted him away.
"Seriously, babe. I'm trying to help your mom" she said, half-laughing and half-exasperated. "Give us a break!"
But Jobe wasn't done. He always had this overprotective side of him, especially when it came to Laine. It wasn't that he didn't trust her, he just couldn't help himself. He loved her so much, and sometimes he wanted her all to himself.
Without warning, Jobe pulled her closer again, kissing her on the cheek this time and whispering in her ear, "You look so beautiful today. I can't get enough of you"
Laine felt her cheeks flush as she tried to push him off gently, but it was no use. He was stubborn. "jobe! Stop it! We're in front of your mom!" she said, laughing despite herself, but also trying to maintain some sense of decorum.
Denise, who was trying hard not to laugh at her son's antics, shook her head. "Jobe, you're insufferable! Let Laine help me for a few minutes!"
He then leaned in again, planting a kiss on Laine's lips this time. laine was happy that his mom didn't watch this time. his hands wandering to her waist and then, just as subtly, to the curve of her lower back. Laine squealed, trying to pull away. "jobe, please! We're not in private!" she whispered yelling
Denise let out a playful sigh, "Jobe, I swear, you're like a child sometimes. Let Laine have some space to breathe" She turned to Laine after coming to the room again and winked. "Tell him to behave, sweetheart"
Laine, though amused, felt herself getting slightly overwhelmed. She loved Jobe's affection, but the things they did in private didn't need to be in front of his mom.
"Jobe" Laine said, laughing but trying to be firm. "Can you please give me a minute to talk to your mom? You're always dragging me away from her!"
"i can't help it," he grinned, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "You're just too irresistible"
"You're impossible!" Laine said, rolling her eyes playfully. "You're always so clingy when your mom's around. You know that, right?"
"I don't care" he said, pressing a kiss to her lips.
Denise, now laughing, took her son's side with a shake of her head. "Alright, alright. You two can kiss all you want later. Can you give me a few minutes to talk to Laine?"
Jobe finally relented, though his eyes never strayed far from Laine. "Fine, fine" he said, still grinning. "But you're coming to find me later, right?"
"Always" Laine replied with a smile, finally giving him the reassurance he needed.
Finally, after a few minutes of gentle teasing and a few more kisses from Jobe, Laine and Denise resumed their conversation.
As the afternoon wore on, they laughed, chatted, and joked around while jobe held his girlfriend close to him.
