The apartment felt too quiet after the door slammed. You sat on the couch, heart racing, the sharp edge of your argument with Jack still lingering in the air. Words had been exchanged—ones that couldn’t be taken back easily. He left for Dodger Stadium with a clenched jaw and a heavy bag slung over his shoulder, and now you were alone with nothing but regret and silence.
You didn’t mean for it to get so heated. It was a stupid fight, the kind of argument that spirals from frustration and stress rather than anything real. He had been distant, preoccupied with the time consuming 162 game baseball season, and you felt forgotten. When you voiced your feelings, the conversation quickly turned into something else entirely.
“I don’t have time for this right now,” Jack had snapped, his tone cutting deep.
“You never have time anymore,” you fired back, your voice trembling.
The memory burned, but the truth sat heavier on your chest: neither of you had wanted it to end that way.
As the hours stretched on without him, your fingers itched for your phone. You wanted to call and tell him you didn’t mean it, that you missed him already. But pride held you back.
Jack was in Seattle, ready for a three-game series against The Mariners. The Dodgers had won the first game, but his heart wasn’t fully in it. His pitches were sharp, his form steady, but the weight of your last conversation lingered at the edge of his mind.
It wasn’t until the second night, when he opened his spare bag to grab a clean shirt, that he saw the note.
He paused, breath catching, as he unfolded it. Your familiar handwriting covered the small page, the ink slightly smudged where your hand must have brushed it.
Hey, love. I just wanted you to know that I’m so proud of you, and I know how hard you’ve been working. Even when you’re busy, I always feel lucky to have you. Come back safe. I miss you already. – Y/N
Jack sank onto the edge of the hotel bed, the note trembling slightly in his hand. He read it once, then again, each word sinking deeper into his chest. You had written it before the fight, before the harsh words. You hadn’t meant any of it—just as he hadn’t meant his.
He reached for his phone without thinking twice.
The familiar ringtone broke the quiet of your room, and you scrambled to answer.
“Hello?”
“Hey.” His voice was soft, but the weight behind it was heavy. “I found the note.”
You closed your eyes, a wave of emotions crashing over you, as you remembered writing it before the fight. “Oh.”
“I read it... three times. Maybe four.” He let out a breathless chuckle that didn’t quite reach his usual warmth. “I’ve been an idiot, haven’t I?”
“We both have.” You swallowed hard. “Jack, I didn’t mean what I said. I know how much pressure you’re under. I just… I miss you when you’re away, and I hate how I handled things.”
“I miss you too.” His voice was raw, filled with longing. “I hated walking out like that. I hated leaving you upset. I should’ve listened instead of snapping at you.”
Silence lingered for a moment, filled only with the unspoken apologies that hung between you.
“I don’t want us to be like this,” you whispered.
“We won’t be,” he promised. “When I get back, we’ll talk. I’ll make it right. No distractions. Just us.”
You felt your heart lighten, the knot in your chest slowly unraveling. “I’d like that.”
“Good.” His tone softened into something gentler, filled with affection. “And just so you know—I’m still madly in love with you. Even when I’m an idiot.”
A small laugh escaped you. “I’m still mad, but I still love you too.”
When Jack finally returned, it was late in the evening. The door creaked open, and you turned from the kitchen to see him standing there, his bag slung over his shoulder. The moment your eyes met, the fight felt a million miles away.
He dropped his things and crossed the room in a few quick steps, pulling you into his arms. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too.”
Neither of you let go for a long time. And neither of you had to say it—you both already knew.
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