Release - Septiplier

Chapter Five

A/N: Today has been real shitty and it keeps getting worse, so I hope today's chapter(s) don't reflect that. (I'm not sure if I'll be posting more than this.) But, I'm truly sorry if it does suck. I don't mean to sound whiney, I apologize if I came off that way.

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Jack and I were sitting in front of the fireplace, Chica next to Jack as usual. We were eating pumpkin bars and drinking hot cider, sharing funny stories we could remember and simply enjoying one another's company. The aura of the house was nothing but peaceful as fall scents filled our home while we relaxed near the hot flames. Our mugs of the cider were sitting on the floor in front of us, next to napkins where we set out treat down when we weren't eating it. I had an arm around Jack and his head was resting on my shoulder. 

"Do you believe in ghosts?" I asked him, breaking the brief silence that had fallen upon us. He hummed, seeming to think about it for a moment.

"I think I do, yes. Why do you ask? Do you believe in them?" He countered and I sighed deeply, debating whether or not to tell him about my weird dreams and the strange occurrences happening recently, but I didn't want to freak him out. 

"Just thinking about Halloween and all, you know? I'm not sure if I believe in them," I made up a quick excuse and I turned my head to see him glancing up at me, smiling sweetly. He suddenly sat up straight, with a more excited grin crossing his face.

"Oh! Speaking of Halloween, I wanted to see a psychic! I thought it'd be super cool if we could do that together... but I wasn't sure how to ask, because of your medication and all that..." He trailed off, his eyes going to the ground. I smiled softly and caught his attention by waving a hand in front of his face. Chica was getting dangerously close to our pumpkin bars.

"Chica, go lay down," I said and she obeyed without hesitation. I turned back to Jack. "Sure, sweetheart. We can go see a psychic. I mean, they're all money scammers-"

"Are not!" He playfully smacked my shoulder.

"...But we can go see one if it'll make you happy," I continued where Jack interrupted me and concluded what I wanted to say. He smiled and leaned in to kiss my cheek, as he did, Chica snuck back and grabbed his pumpkin bar and ran off with it. "Chica, bad!"

Her tail went in between her legs, but she kept eating it. I was a bit angry at her for taking something that belongs to Jack, but he was just giggling and eyeing my cake. I sighed and pushed it towards him, seeing his smile broaden. He picked it up and broke it in half, leaving one on the napkin, while stuffing his cheeks with the other.

"You know you can have the whole thing, sweetheart," I laughed, but he just shook his head. I shrugged and grabbed the other half and began eating it. Jack had finished his quickly and stood up, leaving the room briefly, and returning with a blanket. He draped it around both of us and picked up his mug of cider, taking a sip. Once I had finished, my arm wrapped around his thin frame while under the blanket and pulled him closer to me, leaving it there once our sides were touching. With my free hand, I grabbed my own mug and Jack clanked his against mine and giggled again. "Quit being cute or else."

"Or else what?" He smiled adorably and I set down my mug. I took his out of his hands and let it sit next to mine. I turned towards him and looked him in the eye, before shoving him backwards and sitting on his waist.

"This!" I smirked, ticking his sides. He squealed and fell into a fit of rapid giggles, trying to toss and turn away from me. I laughed and stopped ticking him, leaning down to kiss him gently. He hummed and began kissing back, his hands pushing through my hair and keeping my head in place. I tried not to smile into the kiss and let my weight gradually rest on top of him, a hand at his hip, while the other was cupping his cheek. 

"You make everyday of my life worth living," He murmured after I pulled away and I smiled brightly, positioning myself off of him and making him be the little spoon. I let my arm rest under his head, letting him use it as some sort of pillow.

"I should be saying that to you, sweetheart," I chuckled into his ear and felt myself growing tired. I heard him let out a yawn and try to push further towards me, but couldn't and eventually sighed in defeat, knowing he couldn't get closer. 

"Nap time?" He yawned again.

"Sure," I smiled.

"When I wake up, promise you'll be there?" He tilted his head back, allowing me to see his ocean eyes. I smiled at him again and nodded. He settled back into his previous position and after a while, I felt him begin to fall asleep in my arms. I grabbed the blanket, which thankfully hadn't fallen too far away, so I wouldn't have to move Jack off my arm, and threw it over the both of us, giving Jack the majority of it, knowing how cold he can get, even though we were sitting in front of the fireplace. 

Chica came back, crumbs in the furs of her chin, and laid down with us, curling into a comfortable ball next to Jack. I felt my eyes growing heavy, the heat coming from Jack, the fire, and the blanket making me grow tired with every second. I wondered if I'd have another dream about Eli, but tried to ignore that thought and just focus on Jack, Chica, and the sounds of the flames in front of us.