Tattoos: COMPLETED ✔

Chapter 39

We arrive in South Dakota about an hour later. One of Jace's drivers is already waiting as we decend the stairs. I thank Mark and he smiles kindly.

My house is about a hour drive from the airport, so I kick my feet up and rest my head in Jace's lap.

"You should put your seatbelt on," he says running his hand through my hair, but he does nothing to move me off of him, so I stay where I am.

I notice Jace's foot is tapping repeatedly against the floor; I place a hand on his thigh. His movements still. "Is someone a little nervous to meet the parents?" I tease.

He narrows his eyes playfully. "Of course I am," he says.

"Don't be. They'll l-" I was about to say they will love you, but as soon as I thought it, it felt like a million butterflies were moving around in my stomach, so I quickly change my wording, "They are easy going, so as long as you don't burn the house down they will like you."

"Looks like I'm fucked then," he says, seriously.

I smile and squeeze his knee. He cracks a smile also and tilts my chin up before placing a light kiss on my lips. When he moves back, I say, "What you will have to watch out for is my siblings. They will be all over you." My heart burns when I think back to when I introduced Tobias to the family; they loved him as much as I did. And that was my problem: I loved him... too much, and he didn't love me nearly enough.

"Jasmine? Did you hear me?" Jace asks, and I'm quickly pulled out of my thoughts.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I said we're almost there."

I sit up and look out the window and surley enough we're passing through my home town. I point out to Jace all the places I went to as a kid, and he listens closely as I reenact the time I jumped from the top of a slide and broke my leg. He laughs when I talk about the first time I have ever burnt something (toast) and how I knew right then I would always be a horrible cook.

The driver pulls onto the curb in front of my house since my driveway is littered with cars. I comb my hands through my hair in hopes of taming it, but it's no use.

Once Jace grabs our bags, he says something to the diver and he nods before taking off. He interlaces our fingers, but I can tell he's still nervous from the way his thumb strokes the back of my hand repeatedly; I squeeze his hand in reassurance, and he shoots my a shy smile. A smile that I have come to really like.

Once I open the door, my youngest sibling is on me in a heartbeat. "Jasmine!" Emma yells, throwing her petite arms around my waist. Jace lets go of my hand, so I can wrap my arms around her.

Once she lets me go, I look up to find Matt, Jordan, Zayn, and Mom all looking at Jace. Even Zayn's interests is peeked for once.

I grab Jace's hand and take a step forward. "Everyone this is Jace, and Jace this is Emma," I say pointing to the littler version of me. "Matt." I point to the kid with messy brown hair and glasses before going to my eighteen year old brother who has short brown hair and is wearing some rockband t-shirt. "Jordan," I say and finally point to my last and oldest brother, Zayn, who is twenty. He's wearing all black and is easily the most distinguishable sibling with his back hair and tattoos that snake up his arms until they disapear behind his t-shirt. "Zayn."

My mom walks to Jace and extends her hand. "Hello, I'm Jace. It's so nice to meet you Mrs. Adams," he says politely, shooting her his most charming smile, and she practically sighs. Get a grip mom.

My mother laughs kindly. "You can call me Kerry. It's nice to meet you too."

"Where is dad?" I ask when I don't see him in the kitchen.