Why Don't We Imagines

those 8 letters - Jack Avery

"you know me the best, you know my worst, see me hurt, but you don't judge." I heard someone sing, I looked at the clock: 3:34 AM. I stepped out of bed, my feet touched the cold wooden floor. I grabbed my socks and put them on, to keep my feet warm. I walked to the other side of the hall. I heard the crying get louder, and the singing softer. When I opened the door, I saw my husband, Jack, standing at our daughters crib.

"why do I pull you close and then ask you for space." His words flew through the room. The curtains were waving from the open window. I leaned against the wall. The smile on my face grew, as he kissed her nose.

"If all it is it 8 letter why is it so hard to say." He finished the song, she was quiet now. He laid her back down in her crib, still not noticing I was there too.

"Sleep tight babygirl." He said and turned around. "Geez! y/n, how long have you been standing there?" He asked shocked. His eyes were wide open.

"Not long," I say and I kiss his cheek. "You need to sing to her more often, it calms her." I say when we walk back to our bed. He closes the door behind him, and falls on the bed.

"I don't know why, but it reminds me of someone." He says, referencing to me. The only source of light in our room, was the moon, shining through our still open window. The light breeze touched my hot skin. Perfect. His eyes found mine, and he wrapped his arms around me. The skin to skin contact made my heart beat faster, even though we have been married for two years now, every time I felt my love for him grow.

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"Opening and closing up again, I've been hurt so I don't trust." I heard his voice echo through our house, singing to my crying daughter. I felt the pain of our fight in my heart, and laid down on my bed. The fights became more frequent and it took it's toll. Everytime I saw Jack die a little more inside, just like me. I put my hand on my stomach, and felt something hit me. The baby. I smiled, the feeling made me feel better. I wiped the tears from my cheeks. I heard a knock on the door.

"y/n? are you there?" I heard Jacks voice. He opened the door. "Can I come in?" He begged, I saw he cried, just like me. I rolled around, signaling he could enter. His eyes met mine and he sat down beside me. I put my head on his shoulder.

"We can't keep fighting, y/n" Jack said and he locked his eyes with mine. I nod my head in agreement. We need to stop.

"I don't know about you, but I think that if we keep doing this, we'll have to divorce." Tears rolled down my cheeks as he spoke the words. He was right, this wasn't good for us and our daughter, Autumn.

"I know Jack, but I don't wanna be alone, we have a daughter, that counts on us, we are gonna have a son, I don't wanna go through this alone." I said and I closed my eyes. I don't remember how but my head was now leaning against his and we were just quietly crying.

"I'm willing to fight for you, y/n, because I love you, I love you with everything inside me, but I don't know how we always end up fighting." He says and he kisses me. For some reason, we made the best out of this terrible moment.

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"There you go." The nurse said, and she laid our son on my bare chest. I saw he was still crying, but when he touched me, he stopped. I looked in Jacks eyes, all I could see was happiness, not even tiredness, he was just happy. 2 years ago, we started trying to have another kid. Things didn't work out right away, but here he was. Autumn was excited at first, to meet her little brother, but as I got further into the pregnancy, she saw how it changed me, my attention for her, en Jacks attention for her. But she got used to it, just like every other 4-year-old. A few hours later she entered the room.