misinterpreted; jg

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Olivia's POV

"No" Jack says. 

My heart basically falls out of my ass, as the words come out of his mouth. I look down at my lap and then back up at him. "Why not?" 

He sighs, "I don't want to treat my kid the way my dad did with me, I'm scared that I will. They also cost a lot of money and are really annoying." 

"Jack, you would be a good dad. Trust me. You wouldn't be anything like your father, you're nothing like him." I assure him, hopefully trying to get him to change his mind. 

"I don't know. I don't need to think about this for a few years, I'll think about it when I'm married but it probably won't happen." He shrugs. 

"Do you see a future with me? Like marriage?" I ask. 

He turns to me, placing a hand on my knee, "I want to marry you so bad Olivia, when we're older of course." 

I blush and then look down at my stomach. Which is also churning with guilt, nervousness, and happiness. A whole mixture of emotions floating around, making me feel sick. 

My smile fades when I think about Jack not wanting kids. It makes me sad, I've always wanted to be a mother, not at this age obviously but when I'm older. Maybe after college, or a few years after. I never expected this, but fate throws things at you left and right. A tear slips from my eye and I quickly wipe it away.

"What are you crying again?" Jack asks. 

"I'm not crying, someone's just cutting onions somewhere." I say and chuckle a little bit at my stupidness.

"Why are you crying Olivia?" He asks again. 

"I want kids Jack." I say, "when I'm older of course." 

"I don't know Liv." 

I stand up and look down at him, "I'm going to bed now." 

"What? No. I'm sorry I upset you baby." He says standing in front of me, using his thumb to wipe my tears away. 

My heart flutters at his actions, and his pet name for me. "I'm tired Jack." 

"Can I sleep with you?" He asks. 

"I don't know." I trail off.

"I know you don't want to be alone." He says. He's right, I just want to be in his arms and feel safe for once. I feel very vulnerable at the moment and I don't like it. 

"fine." I say, walking into my room swaying my hips on purpose. I walk into the connected bathroom, only to have the door slammed shut and me pushed against the wall. "Jack." I say. 

"You don't away with teasing me babygirl, you should know that by now." He smirks, his face inching closer to mine. 

My breath hitches, and I swallow the lump in throat. "Jack." I whisper breathlessly, "we shouldn't" 

"But you want to." He says, looking into my eyes for permission. 

I bite down on my lip looking up at him innocently, really wanting him to kiss me. His eyes flicker down to my lips and then back up to my eyes. "Dammit" He says before smashing his lips onto mine. 

I immediately moan at the feeling. Not having any contact with him for a long time was the hardest thing ever, besides Jack's boner poking my inner thigh. 

His tongue slides into my mouth and his hands lower to my butt giving it a squeeze. I moan against his lips, he picks me up walking me over to the bed and laying me down.