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He Gets Into A Fight-(Julian Eldeman)-For Jayme

(Y/C/N)-Your Child's Name

"Jayme, come on we're going to be late" Julian called. You checked your hair and dress in the mirror once more, before walking out the bathroom. "How do I look?" "Amazing" he breathed. You looked down at your short, black sweetheart neckline dress. "Thanks." He pulled you onto his lap. "Maybe we could be late a few minutes" he smirked. You quickly got up. "Nope, don't even try it." He pouted. "Fine, but your mine when we get back." You and Julian were heading to Danny Amendola's birthday party. It was going to be at the city's best night club. You two got into the car, both very excited for the night. Your mom had agreed to babysit your 3 year old (Y/C/N) for the weekend, which would give you two some much needed alone time.

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Julian led you into the hot, packed club to a booth where other New England Patriots players were sitting. You got a strange feeling, almost as if someone was watching you. "You okay?" Julian asked, after seeing how nervous you looked. You nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine" you lied. He didn't look convinced, but he left it alone. You both went over to dance floor and you instantly started swaying your body to beat. Julian flashed you his famous smile as you continued grinding on him. Just as you started having a really good time, you could feel someone's hands grab you. But they weren't Julian's. "I'm going to go get something to drink" you told him, leaving the crowd.

You walked over to the bar where there were less people dancing, and ordered a sprite soda. You were never a big drinker. "Um, excuse me?" You looked back to be meet face-to-face with a tall, muscular, foreign looking male. You quickly got out of your seat. "Can I help you?" He reached for you and you pulled back. "Get the fuck away from me" You spat. He grabbed your wrist, and pulled you into his chest, that smelled of cheap cologne. "Shut up, bitch" he snapped. He  reached under your dress. You screamed and attempted to get away, but your cries for help were muffled by his large hand. 

Someone pulled him off of you and started punches. It was Julian. He pushed the guy into the bar, and kept throwing punches left and right. You stood back, and cried as the bouncers separated the fight. Julian ran over to you. "Did he hurt you?" he asked, his face full of concern. You did'nt answer, due to the fact you were still shaken up. "That bastard.." he muttered, glaring at the guy. The bouncers escorted you both, and the male, out of the club due to the fight you caused. When you got out of the club, you noticed large cut on the side of Julian's face. "Julian, your face-" he reached up, wincing as he touched it.

You slapped his hand away. "Don't put germs in it...Coach Belichick is gonna be pissed" you sighed. "I'm not worried about Coach...Jayme I'm worried about you." "I'm fine now, thanks to you" you beamed, as a small smile coated your lips.  He put his arm around your shoulders. "That's what I wanted to hear." You both got into the car, and Julian pulled out of the parking lot. "My mom is going to be watching (Y/C/N), until tomorrow evening" you started "Maybe we could have some alone time until then?" He gave you a devious smirk. "Sounds good to me."

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