Their Things | one shots

13. Gathering - ITS

@hiyahninja said:

jack and Emma with their future kids at a family gathering with jacks family. #theirthings

Rating: Non-mature

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Jack Donnahue's POV

The feeling of something tickling my nose made me want to sneeze but I didn't want to lose the last vestiges of warm comfortable sleep just yet.

Raising my hand to bat away whatever the thing bothering my nose was, I opened my eyes reluctantly and was met with brown hair on my face.

Immediately, a grin made its way onto my face and I stifled a short laugh, gently brushing the silky strands away from my face to see Emma still in dreamland as she slept beside me.

Shifting about, I smoothed down the material of my shirt from where they had been bunched up due to sleep.

I didn't really like sleeping with a shirt on but after having children and them growing to the age where they could move about on their own, it became a rule for the both of us to be clothed as soon as possible in fear of getting caught.

I smirked but quickly feigned sleep once I noticed Emma stirring. Once she did that, she would normally wake in the following minutes.

Closing my eyes, I could feel Emma staring at me and I couldn't help teasing her. Really, it was a serious past time of mine. To see her having the expression on her face which was a mix of annoyance and amusement was worth it. It was a bonus if she tried her best not to laugh.

"If you're going to stare any longer, you might as well take a picture."

I could see her roll her eyes and run her fingers through her tousled hair before narrowing her eyes at me. "How long have you been awake?"

I grinned cheekily and shrugged. "A couple of minutes. I don't have work today and I know you're off as well. Netflix and chill?"

She scoffed, most probably at the stupid and overused euphemism. "No way, not when you used that ridiculous term." She stared at me with mock disapproval as I gave her a lascivious leer.

"Plus, we have Gwennie's thing to go to," she added.

I wriggled my eyebrows and shrugged nonchalantly and pinned her against the bed. "Why, hello there," I smirked as Emma grudgingly allowed a smile on her face. "We have about thirty minutes before we're interrupted," I murmured as I lowered my face closer to hers.

"I'll say fifteen minutes," Emma countered thoughtfully, hands looping around my neck as mine grabbed onto her waist, thumbs caressing the exposed skin of where her shirt had ridden up.

"Deal," I declared eagerly.

True enough, approximately fifteen to twenty minutes later, we were freshly showered and mentally prepared for the day's plans which was not going to be easy seeing that all of us had to be dressed appropriately for the afternoon's festivities.

Gwennie's son, Rylan was reaching the proud age of two and she had decided to throw a birthday party at her home. The whole Donnahue family had obviously been invited and it was bound to be chaotic.

"Wait, are you making breakfast or lunch?" I asked in confusion as I stopped preparing the macaroni for lunch and peered over Em's shoulder to see her cooking eggs.

"Breakfast that consists of pancakes and scrambled eggs and some fruit. Why?"

I breathed out in relief. "Nothing, I was preparing lunch and I thought you were doing lunch too but none of that happened so never mind," I finished rambling and Emma gave me a soft grin.