DANGEROUSXWDW

J.A.| Baby Girl

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4 November 2006

The sun slowly transitions into a stunning warm orange hue as its last hurrah before the moon comes out to shine. A chilly gust of air contrasts from the sweaty warmth we created by running around for the past half hour. My feet run as fast as they will carry me, crunching the crisp brown leaves beneath them as I stretch my small arm out to tag my best friend.

"No fair," Jack crosses his arms after being tagged for the fifth time in a row.

"It's not my fault you're slow," I respond from up on my high horse.

"Kids! Dinner is ready!" my dad calls from the sliding door leading into my house from the backyard.

Jack's parents are gone at work often, providing several opportunities for me to crush him at a game of tag or two. Not a day passes by where we don't see each other.

We run inside, energy zipping through our veins from today's play time and toss our jackets and gloves on the back of an empty dining chair. My dad, Jack and I sit down for dinner at the large dining room table. As we chew on our hot chili soup, we have conversations, blabbering about god knows what. As our bowls empty, my dad receives a phone call from Jack's mom.

"Why don't you kids go upstairs and play until you need to get picked up," my dad suggests to the two of us.

Never able to pass up an opportunity to play games, Jack and I run upstairs, our energy refilled from dinner.

"Hey Jack," I start, sitting on the floor in front of my hot wheels as he sits across from me.

"Yeah?" he questions, rolling a violet mustang along the carpet.

"Promise we'll be best friends forever," I say, fiddling a red GTO in my small hands.

Jack looks up at me with his big chocolate eyes and soft, flat brown hair, "I promise."

"Good news, kids! Jack, you're going to sleep here tonight!" my dad announces, coming into the room.

Now

"Remember that night? We were so happy that we got to spend the night together. We stayed up all night playing Mario Kart even though your dad told us to go to bed before nine," Jack whispers from beside my hospital bed, holding my hand as I squeeze his.

I nod, sweating, panting and groaning in pain as I get ready to give birth to our daughter. "Tell me another story, Jack. Please," I toss my head back on the pillow waiting for the nurse and doctor to come into the room.

"How about the night of September 28th, 2015?

28 September 2015

A tapping noise emerged from my window, ripping my attention away from my history homework. My head snaps in the direction of the noise, my muscles tense, ready to fight off whatever or whoever was at my window about to murder me. As I approach my window, all I see are curls, but as I step closer I see familiar brown eyes under the curls.

"Jack?" I open the window, "What are you doing?"

"I got my mom to perm my hair," he flashes a boyish grin after stepping into my room through the window.

My eyes rake over the pile of curls on his head, and they look good, attractive, even.

"I like them," I smile, seeing how excited Jack is.

"I thought you would," he sits down on my bed, "what are you doing?"

He has sat on my bed several times, hell, he's even slept next to me in it, so why the heck do I feel so weird seeing him on it now? It's a weird feeling, it's a feeling of...excitement? I quickly search for the answer to the question he asked, "homework."

"Oh," there's a quiet pause after he speaks, which rarely happens, defining the odd tension in the room.

"Can I do something without you hating me?" he asks.

"What do you mean?" I quiz, sitting next to him.

"Just answer the question," he sighs.

"I'd never hate you-" I start but don't get very far.

Jack's soft lips smash on top of mine, his right hand cupping my cheek. I'm taken aback, because I thought I was the only one feeling this way. I've been in denial about having feelings for him for a long time, so this feels amazing. He pulls away slowly, looking into my eyes, passion swimming in his and we just look at each other for a moment, for the first time in this light.

I grab the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me, and I kiss him with everything that I've got. Jack slowly pushes me flat against my bed, moving to hover over my body as his lips move along my jawline, down my neck. He rests his forehead against mine as his fingers fumble to undo the buttons on my shirt.

I wriggle out of my shirt and lift his shirt over his head, fingers grasping at the chance to finally explore his body in a way like never before. We don't even stop to think about what we are doing; it just felt right. Jack's lips suck on the skin at the top of my breasts and unbuttons my jeans. It doesn't take long to unwrap all our clothes and toss them onto my bedroom floor.

Jack rips open a condom packet I didn't even know he carried around with him and slides into me, his mouth gaping open and his eyebrows knitting together.

"Oh, god," I breathe out, not expecting sex to feel this good.

After a while, I feel a knot in my stomach, ready to untangle itself in a matter of seconds.

"Jack," I start.

"I know," he whispers, "me too."

He props his arm up on the wall as if he's trying to hold it up, rocking the bed as his thrusts speed up. A long moan exudes from the back of his throat as he brings us to the brim.

"Holy shit."

Now

"That was our first time," he smiles, kissing my hand, "we've come so far."

A small tear runs from my eye, not only from the memory but from the intense pain I'm in. The doctor and nurse rush into the room and check me.

"You're definitely ready, you're 10 centimeters," the doctor informs, moving a stool to the end of my bed, adjusting his rubber gloves.

I look up at my best friend, the love of my life, scared shitless to become a mother, to give birth.

"This is it, baby. You can do this," he reassures me with a kiss on my head.

"Alright, let's start pushing," the doctor tells me.

All the memories leading up to this moment flash before my eyes in an attempt to distract from the pain as I bring our daughter into this world.

After an immense amount of pushing, sweating and screaming out in pain, I hear it. I hear our daughter's cry. She gets cleaned up and swaddled and finally, handed to me.

Looking through the tears in my eyes, I see her small button nose. She opens her eyes, and peers into mine; her eyes look just like Jack's.

"She's the cutest thing I've ever seen," Jack whispers, planting a small kiss on her head.

"What should we name her?"

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Thanks for reading this imagine from the Autumn Series!

Comment what you would name her! :-)

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