Drive | Joult

Chapter 1

(Jennifer)

"Nick! I'm home!" I yell, opening the door. I look around for him, but all I see is his jacket on the couch and his shoes by the door. I walk upstairs slowly, wondering if he's asleep. "Nicholas!" I walk into our bedroom. I feel a set of hands on my waist and I hear him laughing. "You never call me Nicholas." He hugs me from behind and kisses my cheek. "You're such an ass I was worried about you." I put my hands over his as he gently moves them back and forth. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to surprise you." He says, starting to kiss down my neck. "And maybe scare you a little." He finishes in between kisses. I giggle as his lips move to my shoulder. He pulls away and kisses my cheek one more time, before lifting me up and carrying me to the bed. He sits down with me on his lap and places one hand on my back and the other on my stomach. "How was filming?" He asks, his blue eyes staring intently into mine. "It was alright. Josh wasn't there today though." Josh is my best friend. I miss him so much when he's gone. I usually try to avoid talking about Josh because I know it makes him jealous. "I'm sorry. I know filming can be stressful." He rubs my back in circular motions. "Yeah." I sigh as I lay my head on his chest. I love when he babies me like this. "Are you hungry?" He asks, probably already knowing the answer. "Of course." I smile, making him laugh. "Okay, I'll make dinner is salad and fish okay?" He asks. "Yeah that sounds great." I continue to smile at him. He picks me up and runs downstairs with me in his arms.

We eat dinner in silence. I'm too hungry to care about trying to talk. We sit across from each other and every now and then I glance up from my plate and catch him looking at me. It makes me a little uncomfortable, but it's not necessarily a bad thing if he likes looking at me right? "After dinner we could...um go for a walk and get some exercise." I suggest, distracting him from whatever he must've been thinking about. "Yeah, sure whatever you want." He gets up and puts his plate in the sink. I look down at my plate and I see that I've ate most of it, all that's left is salad anyway. I put my plate in the sink on top of his and I wash my hands. I grab my jacket and shoes and I walk outside with him.

We walk to the nearby park and I let go of his hand. "It's so nice here at night." I sit down on the bench. "Yeah it's quiet and peaceful." He agrees, making me smile. Everytime I think about the word peaceful all I can't think about is Nick, he's so calm and quiet and gentle. He'd make a wonderful father and husband. I stop myself and look away before I can say anything stupid. We can't do that right now, I have to keep reminding myself. "Hey, Jen what's wrong?" He looks concerned. "Nothing, I'm fine hun. I was just thinking about what you said." I try to smile at him. He can tell it's not real. "What about it?" He urges me to go on. "I was just thinking about you and how you're such a good boyfriend and that you would be a really good father because you're so peaceful and gentle and sweet and I know we can't have kids because of our careers and stuff." I'm probably freaking him out. "Wow. That's a lot to think about." He wraps his arm around me. "I know. I'm sorry." I take his hand off me and hold it instead. "Don't be. I want to too. I just don't want to rush things you know since we're both busy with our careers and we have to shoot X-Men and that might be hard if you're pregnant or if you've just had a baby." He assures me, squeezing my hand gently. "Yeah I know you're right. I just, I don't know I just feel like I should be doing something for you or something. You're always taking care of me and I know you love kids and you're parents want us to get married and it's just really hard." I start to get frustrated with myself. Why would I even bring this up? "It's okay, calm down. We'll be finished filming X-Men next year and then we can both take a break from acting." he says, soothingly. "Yeah, maybe after I finish Mockingjay we could go see my parents? I hate being away from them so much." My parents always make me feel normal instead of being famous, I'm just their daughter. "Yeah. I love seeing your family." He rubs my hand. "We should probably get home, its kinda cold out here." I suggest, shivering.

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