Signed, Mrs. Kujo

He constantly changes his mind.

Jotaro had stayed in today, and we curled up, watching another dolphin documentary. We had been at the vacation house for a little over a month, and Jotaro was almost finished with his work. With my head against his chest, hearing his steady heartbeat, I was almost lulled to sleep when Jotaro decided to get up.

He set me in between our pillows, and I sank in, still half asleep until I almost suffocated. I quickly leaned out of the pillows and sat up, rubbing my face. "Are you going out today," I asked, watching him get dressed with a little blush on my face.

He looked over his shoulder at me and paused putting his second belt on. He pulled it back off and turned to me, setting it on the nightstand to his left. "Maybe not. Your messy hair kind of makes me want to lay in bed with you all day." He started undressing, and I grinned at him, but he pulled his pants back up suddenly, and the smile slowly turned to confusion. "Are you coming to bed fully clothed?"

His face twisted slightly, almost like guilt, and he turned to me again, the discarded belt back in his hand. "I really want to stay, believe me, but I'm almost finished writing my paper and I need to get it done. I'll have it finished in a couple hours, but I need to go into town." I nodded, sighing, and got up behind him, buckling his second belt for him from behind. I let the excess hang for his fashion statement thing, and wrapped my arms around him. "It's okay, Jotaro. I know you're busy. I do want you here, but I want you to feel successful, too," I spoke into his back. He pulled me around to the front and lifted me up, hooking his hands under my thighs.

I wrapped my hands around his shoulders and put my forehead against his, smiling into his eyes. "I really fucking love you, you know? My gorgeous, understanding wife with a sexy brain," he almost rasped to me, and I pulled back, face exploding red. I covered my mouth with a hand and looked to the floor the best I could, but he continued, "and still so innocent. I don't know how many times we've made love and you still get like this when I compliment you."

I smiled nervously, putting my hands on both sides of his face. "Reminds you of school, doesn't it? I don't know if you ever saw, but I would occassionally get like this after you brushed hands with me. I can't help it," I reminisced, as he smiled back at me. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain on my butt, and I was tossed on the bed. "I really have to go before I tie you down and take you." He quickly shuffled to the door, and I rubbed where he pinched me before springing up and running after him, pinching him twice as hard on both cheeks, then smacking them as he walked out the door. "Love you, Jotaro!" I waved to him as he pulled away in the jeep after slipping on his shoes, and then I shut the door and slid down the side, burying my head in my hands.

"What are you doing to me, kiddo?" I looked down to my stomach, face ablaze at my unabashed actions. I suspected I was pregnant. I haven't had sickness yet, and I'm not sure for my period, but I've recently had cravings for things like pickle ice cream, and chocolate tortillas. The later actually sounded really good, but I couldn't imagine the ice cream.

I picked myself up, leaning on the shoe cubbies for support, and headed to the kitchen to make breakfa--brunch. It was around 11AM. When I finished frying bacon to put on my sandwich, I heard the door open, and Jotaro was in the hall again. "I can't wear this. Y/n, help-- white or black," he asked, digging in the closet for a different hat. I walked over to him, plate in hand, and opened the sliding closet doors wider. "Well, what if you tried a new color? For now, since it's hot outside, go with white like you have on, but later we can go to the tailor," I suggested, and he nodded, sighing as he stepped back, thinking for a moment.

"I hate going to the tailor," he said, and started going through his hats again. I rolled my eyes and sat my sandwich on the table, and came back to help him. I reached around him and opened a dusty box, pulling out an old classic, the hat he wore in highschool. The jacket was a no go, but he had a black jacket that matches his hat hanging in the back. "Since we were getting nostalgic this morning, why don't you go black?" He took the torn hat from me and brushed off its bill.