Sparks Fly (A Jasper One-Shot Love Story)

11. Baby Shower

AN- The night after! :O what's gonna happen?
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PIPER'S POV

Piper woke up like she usually did.

She opened her eyes. It took two minutes for her eyes to get registered to the morning light. She yawned a nice, deep, satisfied yawn, the sign of a good night's sleep.

A REALLY good night's sleep.

The details of the previous night (or early morning, really) came rushing back, and Piper jumped up with a squeak, like the kind in those not supposed to happen one night stand movies.

She was fucked. Like, literally and metamorphically.

Oh my Gods, she thought, feeling her cheeks heat up. I had sex with Jason. I had sex with my separated husband who I pretend to hate and yet love enough to get naked with him in bed.

That did it, that thought. Carefully, without making a single sound, she shifted and turned in bed, sure that she's find herself staring into Jason's icy blue eyes, hopefully as wide as hers with shock.

But nope. Jason was still sleeping. In fact, he was sleeping as if he'd never slept before. Soft snores were coming from him, and the bed sheet was thankfully wrapped around his important area, so she only had to stare at his delicious chest.

Gods, did she just think that?

His blond hair was...unusually messy, possibly because Piper's fingers hadn't left them during the night. As Piper got more used to her surroundings, she got even more embarrassed for losing control.

Well, technically, he had. But maybe, just maybe, it WAS Piper's fault...she had dropped hints...and really, Jason looked hot at night. She'd forgotten that.

Slowly, Piper made process to move out of bed, as silently as possible, because anywhere was better than here. And the idea of Jason waking up and them having to talk...well, that freaked her out good and proper.

She moved her legs out, feeling the chill of the air on her body, but stopped when she realized her left hand was clasped tightly in Jason's right. Too tight, like he never wanted to let go of her. Piper didn't remember when he'd done that, but that gesture almost melted her hurt heart.
She didn't even know if she was hurt anymore. Jason had been so sweet and different in the last month that she'd been here that she no longer had a clear perception of the wrong he'd done.

Sure, he'd ignored her. Ignored her for Camp Jupiter, for a different life there, a life she didn't want, unlike Percy and Annabeth. He'd said curt words to her that (maybe) he hadn't even realized her was saying at that time.

She didn't know, and it was killing her.

She shifted again, like a spy, carefully reaching out to remove her fingers from his, like she was defusing a bomb. Yeah, the bomb of some really awkward talking. Better do it fast.

As she was doing so, she noticed Jason's wedding ring. Technically, it was supposed to be on the ring finger of his left hand, the finger of love, in Latin (Jason told her this, in a bid to be romantic). Now, he was wearing it on his right. Many countries (she'd seen it in so many places) had men wearing it on their right, but for Piper's personal love dictionary, she considered it as a symbol of...well, hope. Maybe Jason hoped that he'd get her back and then transfer the ring back to its original place, unlike Piper, who'd removed her's in anger. Not a smart move.

But she'd seen it every single day since she removed it; she kept it in the box he'd given to her while proposing. Many times she'd been tempted to wear it everywhere; she did when she went out for a drink, as an alert that she was married and not in a mood to mingle. It was the most beautiful ring she'd ever seen.