Jerrie Thirlwards - One shots

Circe

an: I'm kind of annoyed that I can't start on my painting right now because I'm too tired. Anyway, here's a oneshot to make up for my absence (I know this is not enough)

“It’s going to be okay, love,” Jade said gently, stroking her wife’s hair.

Perrie sniffled and looked up at Jade. Her eyes were puffy and rimmed with pink tears clinging to her lashes.
“You must think I’m so silly,” she said, her voice trembling as she wiped her eyes. “Hatchi was a dog. . . just a dog.”

Jade brushed her thumb over Perrie’s cheek, wiping away a tear. “He was more than a dog. He was an absolute nightmare.” She and Hatchi had a love and hate relationship. She considered Hatchi as her rival when it comes to Perrie’s attention.

Perrie laughed, a strange, choking sob of a laugh. “You loved him, and you know it,” she said.

“Not even a little. But I love that he made you happy. That’s all,” Jade said stubbornly.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Amelia,” Perrie said, pressing a small kiss to Jade’s cheek. “Speaking of, I’m tired. I should rest.”

Jade watched her go, sighing to herself. Perrie’s grief over Hatchi was so great that she’d taken time off from work. It made her feel absolutely useless, and she wished she could find something to do to make things better.

****

“Jade, I know you wanted to find Perrie something,” Leigh-Anne said, watching the crowd on the streets of London. “But do you have any ideas? We could be in here forever.”

Jesy smirked. “And then Jade will get hungry. There’s no worse fate than having to shop with a hungry Jade.”

Jade rolled her eyes at her best friends. Scoffing to herself. Why had she ever thought taking them along was a good idea?

Then, she remembered Perrie’s sad face and chewed on lip, the way she sat aimlessly. As much as the two irritated her right now, she needed their help.

“Maybe another dog?” Jade thought out loud, staring at the pet store. “It would be nice for her to have a pet again.”

Jesy threw her arms up in exasperation. “You’re an idiot. Another dog won’t help her.”

Jade sighed again and then it hit her like a train. A living dog might not but a stuffed one may be less painful.

“Tell you what,” she said, clapping her hands together, grinning at the brilliance of her idea. “You two go find Perrie something flowery and hippie.”

Jesy snorted. “Perrie doesn’t just like ‘flowery and hippie,’ you know.”

“I know,” Jade assured Jesy, waving a dismissive hand. “But I’m being the clever one here. I have to get her something amazing since I’m her wife. You two don’t have that sort of obligation.”

Leigh-Anne and Jesy exchanged looks, a silent conversation seeming to pass between them. It unnerved Jade when they did that. Somehow, it always made her feel like she was missing something important.

Leigh-Anne shrugged and clapped Jade on the back. “Do what you need to do, Poopey. Maybe we can find her something colorful that has lots of flowers and peace signs. She likes those shit.”

With a nod, Jade turned away from them and started through the sea of people until she found the old shop. It had been ages since she’d last been in here. Her mum bought her favorite teddy bear from this shop.

“Can I help you, dear?” the elderly woman behind the counter called.

“Dogs?”

The woman nodded and gestured at a shelf with her gnarled finger. Jade mumbled a quick thanks and walked over, looking at each of the stuffed animals in turn. There were all sorts of breeds, colors, and shapes.