Them. | The Final Installment of the Him Series | Joe Jonas Fanfiction

Fifty Eight.

"They're fine, my love," Joe begins, chuckling as I check my phone for the millionth time already.

I sigh, nodding. "I know, I know. I just don't like not being with them."

"I told you that you could've stayed home," he says, giving me a look. "But I am really glad that you came with me."

I grin lightly. "I am too. We definitely needed this forty-eight-hour vacation to ourselves. I just miss them... and I worry. You know that."

He grins, running his hands down my arms before grabbing my hands. "I do know that. So, please remember that they are at home with Jess, who knows them all too well and not one but two bodyguards that are very well aware of what they are there for and are pretty damn good at what they do from my understanding."

I nod. "Yes. They are trustworthy and the girls are in good hands. I know."

He grins. "We have an hour or so before I have to be downstairs. Do you want to take a nap? Eat something? Anything?"

I shrug. "I don't know. I just want to kind of relax. I'm excited to see your set though."

He chuckles, shrugging. "It'll just be a normal DJ set. Just like I always do."

"I know, but I haven't seen one in a while and I'm excited."

He grins, kissing me. "Well, then you go lay in bed for a bit and I will shower and start getting ready."

"No, no. If you're not laying down, neither am I. I'll shower too."

He raises a brow. "Is that a good idea?"

I shrug. "I don't know, are you gonna try anything?"

He shrugs. "Would I have a shot?"

I shrug, making a face. "I'm not really in the mood but you could try."

He shrugs again. "No need. Let's go shower."

After our shower, we both dry off and set up at the dual sink, doing our hair, me doing my makeup and both getting dressed to make our appearance downstairs. A DJ set at a hotel opening. Also, one of my first times in Cancun. It's nice, but I still have to say Greece is my personal favorite. Then again, I feel I'm always going to be bias to Greece. Deciding to leave the girls home was my decision... at least at the end of the conversation. Joe was okay bringing them or leaving them, but I don't know, I guess a couple days without the girls didn't sound too bad at the time. Now here I am, sitting here worried sick about them while they're probably eating goldfish, watching their tablets and having the time of their lives. Joe and I deserve these two days away. I mean, he just got done with tour, I've been home with the girls nonstop and now I'm pregnant, which neither of us expected so soon after the miscarriage. We deserve two days to just be the two of us, relax, and enjoy the time without the girls calling us every thirty seconds or so. Every parent deserves that. Us included.

"Okay, so I'm walking the carpet, you're staying with security, right?" Joe asks as we leave the hotel room, raising a brow at me.

I nod. "Yes."

"Okay," he sighs, nodding. "Good. Good. It'll go smooth. We don't have anything to worry about."

"I didn't know you were worried," I tell him, gently touching his arm.

"I'm not," he shakes his head, avoiding eye contact.

"Joe," I call him gently, making him look at me then look away quickly. "I knew it, what's going on?"

He shakes his head, sighing again. "Nothing. I'm nervous."

I raise a brow.

He gulps. "I'm nervous, I swear. Plus, carpets can be a little overwhelming and stressful so-"