Jump. //Jai Courtney Fanfiction

forty-three

Jai

May 10th:

"It's 6:00 in the morning, why are you awake?" A groggy Ayla asked me and I snuggled into her neck.

"Because your brother just called me to say that him and Megan have landed and are going to check in their hotel, get some coffee and relax until brunch."

"Brunch isn't until 11:30, I still have time to sleep."

She closed her eyes and buried her face back into her pillow.

"Well, I'm not tired anymore," I pouted.

Ayla rolled over, looking into my eyes with scrunched eyebrows and a confused look on her face.

"What? So... go watch TV or, I don't know, play with the dogs or something?" She noted with a question.

'But, I want you to wake up too."

"Jai," she tried to be serious, but it was failing. "I can't take you seriously with that thing on your face."

Rubbing my crooked beard with a grin, I raised my eyebrows.

"Well, get up then."

"Excuse me? Who do you think you are? I am tired. And I want to sleep," she firmly told me.

"Fine," I huffed, kissing her cheek and climbing out of bed. "But you better be up in like, an hour."

"Hmm, we'll see."

Stretching my arms over my head, I realized I was up so early because I was able to sleep in my own bed last night. Damn that felt good. Toronto was great, but the bed in my trailer? Shit. Total shit. I actually think I was given that damn thing to make my mood even worse. To somehow contribute to my role as a total bag of shit.

Well, it works. I am a total dick every morning. My back is constantly killing me, I waddle to the shower and I don't even both brushing my hair, or my beard. I cannot wait to be done with this role. I feel like a total slob.

And Ayla agrees. She doesn't hesitate to tell me that I look like shit when we FaceTime. She says it lovingly, of course, but I have a hard time not being an asshole most of the day, so talking to her makes me feel better. Even though I know I look like trash.

"Please comb that thing when you get out of the shower," Ayla groaned from her pillow as she saw me walking into the bathroom.

"Oh God, don't worry. Though, I don't think there's enough oil to keep it down," I glanced in the mirror, pushing my scraggled beard down as much as I could. "Do you think anyone will make a comment about me wearing a beanie in May? I think it's supposed to be, what, 25 degrees today."

"Babe, it's too early for this. Fahrenheit, please."

"78 degrees," I turned an laughed at her.

"Yes, you will look silly with a hat on. But, you'll look sexy to me. Wear the gray one. It wont look as silly," she kept her eyes closed as she told me, wrapping her arm around Kit who spooned in front of her.

Tate had made his way between her legs, resting his head on her hip.

"Gray, got it."

*

"Come on, let me see it!" Dan teased, lifting up my beanie.

Managing to get it off of my head, everyone at the table had a nice laugh.

"Oh, man, that really is awful," Ayla's brother laughed.

Laughing, feeling a little blushed, I let the group have their chuckle before sticking the wool hat back on my head.