Jack's P.O.V
I looked at the little Damian that i had in my arms while he played with my medal.
"I guess it's just us,lil buddy."
Gabriel's P.O.V
(Y/N) looks lovely as always. I feel almost bad that I guess Chris got the better of me and got to her first,but the past is the past. He was lucky to have married her and this is her evening with me,not him.
I swished my wine along my glass. I placed my head on the knuckle of my hand as I watched her. She was nervous. She had her head slightly down. Her face was flushing. She kept moving her eyes around the room. Her breathing was faster and shaking. Our waitresses came. She asked our orders. I'll have chicken breast with the ginger sauce. She scanned throughout the menu. She started sweating a bit probably because either the words made no sense or she had no idea what the food was. So I ordered her (favorite fanciest food). Luckily they had it. The waitresses left with our menus and headed back to the kitchen.
"So.. how's the date life,bet you get all the ladies",she finally spoke. Even when we drove here she didn't speak.
"Mm not as fun as you would imagine,and I have no time for the ladies. I'm not Mcree ",I sipped my wine to my answer. I'm still sore from my last break up. I honestly thought she was the one that could help me forget my feelings for (Y/N). A taken married woman,who is now a mother,but she didn't she only made my empty void of a heart expand. I wanted to ask her about Chris and how she's doing without him to prolong the conversation,but I don't want to open up an already bleeding scar. It wasn't that long ago when he passed.
"Oh well then what about work"," Work is Work".
Your P.O.V
What's wrong with him. He's being more..well him,but he usually isn't so brutey towards me. Maybe it's just me. I do feel a little uneasy now that I know he's not gay or into men in general. This whole time his flirting and touchiness was all..real. Now I have no idea how to react to him. Maybe he can tell that I feel uncomfortable around him.
Jack's P.O.V
Damian is splashing in the sink. He makes the cutest baby noise when ever the water would fall into the floor or hit me in the eye. Luckily baby soap doesn't burn,so I'd just walk it off. I scrubbed all of Damain's long day off of him. The baby soap smelled so good.
I have no idea what (Y/N) was talking about. There was no reason to worry. Damian is too cute and adorable to be any real responsibility of nuisance. Even though babies are a big responsibility,but you know Damian wasn't that big of a one. I dried him off and put him into some onezzies that (Y/N),pre-prepared. They were blue with yellow around the edgings. It was a bit of a struggle to get him into his diapers first,but I have him one of his toys and everything afterwards was a breeze.I told him stories of overwatch. Most of them were the dumbest things that happened here. Even though babies can't really understand what adults are saying,I felt that Damian understood completely. He would laugh at the right things and listen intensely to others.
Gabriel's P.O.V
She's even more nervous. Our food came. She was trembling. There was a range of different utensils. I knew which were which and for what and for what time to use them but (Y/N) obviously didn't. She must be feeling helpless right now.
"Is something wrong" , she looked down into her lap and mumbled something as she started at the side. I ask her to repeat herself a bit louder.
"I should have worn more make-up" , "What makes you say that,you look beautiful with anything" ,I admit as I use the meat fork and knife to dig into my chicken and take a bite. The ginger sauces flavor was as spiced, delicate,and delicious as ever. I look at her after my first satisfying bite. She still has her eyes looking at her side. I look in the direction of what ever had her intense attention.
Your P.O.V
She's gorgeous. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She had her black hair. It was straight at the top,but as you went further down it cooled down her back. Her hair bounced with her movements. The coils spiraling tighter with her vibrations. Her skin was tanned. Her skin was flawless no showing of scars. Her dress was a dark purple hue. It looked like silk against her skin. It tightened at her every curve, it loosened at the lower hem as it glazed down her legs as if it was wind. Her eyes had simple black liner on top of purple covering. The dress complicated and married her immensely small waist. My waist could barely got into my old clothes. She had a silver necklace that layed on her bigger breast. The dress was barely able to cover them.Her skin shined in the little lighting the restaurant. The lightend candles made her look even more beautiful. She laugh sounded more angelically than Angela's. The man she was with even matched her beauty. He was a handsome as she was beautiful. I feel so..out of place. Everyone in here is either beautiful or rich. While I'm..neither.
Gabriel's P.O.V
I don't see why she's acting all shy. The woman she's looking at is obviously a hooker or at least an escort. She's wearing at least a whole cake of foundation. Her dress. It shows everything. You look around the room,all the men are staring. Her "low cut",if you could even call it that,it went down to her upper stomach. Her breast are obviously fake. I can practically see the incisions of her implants. Her waist was so small. She must of had some kind of modifications for that to happen. She looked like her organs were squished to jello into an unspeakable void. She didn't seem to have any other implants or injections that I could see. The light would help others to get some mirage of beauty from her,but not me my sight could see everything. I his just can't understand what (Y/N) is seeing. She's degrading herself over a some plastered up prostitute. She was all natural. She was all naturally beautiful. She made her physical flaws look like beautiful mistakes. Or whatever. I sipped more of my wine.
I look to (Y/N). I furrowed my brows in anger. She hasn't appreciated her non-alcoholic wine, let alone even touch her food. What is this. What is happening. She's so upset. So inferior to this plastic doll that she can't even eat.
I tap on the table. She finally looks away from the bootleg Barbie. Her eyes are sadden and turn further away from my gaze. I get up and walk over to her. She finally looks at me and watches my form get closer to hers. I stand next to her. I hutch over,and hold onto the head of the chair.
"How about we go some place better",I whisper in her ear. She turns to me flushed and shocked. She nods her head. I lean back to my normal straight symmetrical figure. I raised my finger and signaled for the check. The waitresses nodded her head and finished with her current guest and walked us to the cashier.
Jack's P.O.V
Damian will not got to sleep. I needed a cup of coffee just to stay up with him. He cried at least a gazillion times already. He cried for food ,he cried for me to change him, he even cried for me to play with him. The worst part was I couldn't tell what he was crying for which, for me to play with him or change him. I don't know how (Y/N) does this. My hair is a mess from letting Damian play with it while I passed out for 10 minutes. My face drooped from the lack of every I had. Now Damian is crying again. I looked at the clock in disbelief. This was going on for only 1 hour and 25 minutes. All I could do was glare at the clock. When I was getting ready get a change of diapers,he just stopped crying. There was a picture on the small table. It was Chris. He had (Y/N) wrapped around him. They looked like the happiest people that ever lived. They both smiled big. I had never seen Chris smile so big, he only ever have small shy smiles.
Damian was grabbing at the picture. I had to run to the poor thing so he wouldn't fall off the bed and hurt himself. I grabbed the golden frame of the picture. I traced the smile on (Y/N). I never seen her smile like this, not in all the years we had work together. I see Damian grabbing at my pants. He was trying to grab the picture. He cooed and purred for it. I sat down next to him. I placed him in my lap. I wrapped my arms around him and put the picture in almost arms length of him. He started whimpering so I let him hold it. He grabbed at it when it was only arms length. He nibbled on the framing of the picture. He waved it around in his arms. He exclaimed in excitement at the picture of his father. He placed his hand on Chris's smile. I look closer at the picture. I see (Y/N) had a bulge in her stomach area. I moved the picture to the side while it still being in Damian's little hands. I see writing on the back of the picture from the little slit that was out.
"Just Pregnant! 3 months!"
I smiled. They would both smiled with anything related to the other. I moved Damian's hand to (Y/N)'s stomach. I felt hot tears forming in my eyes.
"T-That's you Damian" ,I whimper out. I feel my tears streaming down my face. Eventually I just balled out crying. I lower my head to Damain's level. My face reddened. I placed my hand on my mouth so no one could here me cry. I wasn't as sad that he died as I was for (Y/N). She had to be strong even before he died as an Overwatch agent you had to be strong even when death befalls a teammate. You couldn't take days off for your emotions. And she. She had to go to funerals even after he died. She couldn't even cry. She didn't invite any one to Chris's funeral. I don't even know if he got one. The only thing we found was his finger with their wedding ring on it. What type of funeral can you give a finger! How could she survive. She had a child. No family or husband to help her. She didn't have us her friends to support her. We couldn't help her. We didn't even know she had a child until she came back. Why didn't she tell us we could have helped her. I could have helped her. My tears began to come out more violently. My mouth couldn't no longer hide my sounds of regret and my feeling of helplessness toward not being there for her.
Damian placed his hands on both of my cheeks. My eyes turned up to him. His puffy cheeks redder than mines. He then kissed my nose. His lips barely reaching it. His soft eyes looking me into my soul. His eyes spoke for him.
"It's gonna be ok",his eyes said. This gave me a glimpse into the man he will be. And even greater man than me is what he will grow up to. I wipe my eyes of tears.
"Thanks Buddy",I rubbed his head. He grabbed my hand as it rubbed in motion. His little arms barely wrapping over. I now notice how truly small he really is.
Gabriel's P.O.V
She gave me my check,I signed off on it and have them my card. I didn't even look at the price. It wasn't even worth it to began with. This night is for (Y/N),anyway. She wasn't even enjoying herself.
The waitresses came back with my card and my receipt. I clicked my finger up to let (Y/N) know that we were leaving. She stumbled a bit getting up,so I offered my hand for her to obtain her balance.
"M'lady"," My good sir". We chuckle at our little quirky exchange. I grabbed my keys from the valet man. I opened my car for the lady of the evening. She happily go in. She opened the drivers door for me from her seat. I sat into the car.
"Ohh I do love being treated like a lady",I batted my eyes and put my hand under my chin. (Y/N) let out snorted laugh and held her mouth or else she would burst. I closed my door and crossed her to close her's. I placed my hands on the wheel and we were off.
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FanfictionYou had just got back from your 8 month vacation that you were still on. With a big surprise for all the overwatch and blackwatch workers to witness. They are all pleased of this especially the fact that your back. Without your late husband,who was...