Sunlight streamed brokenly through the blinds into the room that you shared with Jack and you stirred uncomfortably, neck sore from your fitful night's sleep. The white sheets were entwined around your form and you tried to detangle them without waking up your sleeping husband. You thought you were doing okay until your left elbow collided with a lamp on the bedside table. You jolted, catching it just before it hit the ground. You let out a sigh of relief only to be greeted by a laugh.
"Good try," Jack teased, propping himself up on a pillow. Your gaze ran from his v-line barely exposed by the sheet to his abs, shoulders, neck, and finally, his face. "You checking me out?" he asked lazily, quirking an eyebrow at you.
"We're married Gilinsky," you groaned, flopping backwards onto the bed. "I'm pretty sure it comes with the territory."
Jack's laugh brought a smile to your face and you both took a moment to lie peacefully in the silence of the morning. Mornings with Jack were your favorites. You voiced the sentiment. "I love waking up next to you."
You craned your sore neck to look at Jack. "I'm so in love with you," he said in wonderment. "Really and truly."
You lifted yourself up to kiss him. Your lips collided together, a lazy kind of tenderness that was routine in your relationship with Jack. The comfort you found in him had changed your life since you met him 5 years ago. There was no pressure to worry about morning breath or how your hair must look like you'd been dragged through a briar patch when you kissed him. Your kiss was broken when you broke away, wincing.
"What's wrong?" Concern flooded Jack's voice.
"Feel," you whispered, shocked. You lifted Jack's large hand in your smaller one, placing it on your stomach. "Wait for it," you breathed, focusing on Jack's face.
After a minute as you both waited with bated breath, it happened again. You felt the kick and watched as Jack's face lit up. "No fucking way," he gasped. "Was that- was that our baby?" He looked at with you with so much adoration that you pulled him in for another kiss.
"Yeah," you whispered once you'd broken apart. You grinned at Jack and he mirrored your expression.
"I have never been happier," he swore. "Our baby is inside of you!" he exclaimed, reminding you of the 18-year-old you'd fallen in love with. He laughed, pure joy in his voice. "I stuck my dick inside you and now there's a person in there!"
"Way to make the miracle of life sound beautiful and profound," you rolled your eyes.
"You love me," Jack said confidently. He stood up and stretched, muscles in his back flexing and straining under the tan skin. "You're checking me out again," he observed.
"Piss off Jack," you joked, pulling your messy hair into an even messier ponytail.
"Oh yeah?" Jack smirked, falling back onto the bed. "I'm gonna make you take that back."
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After you both caught your breath, happy and sated, Jack slid his hands over your baby bump. It was not much yet as you were only 16 weeks along, but his fingers traced the curve with ease. "I want to tell the world about this," Jack said in that tone of voice that let you know that he'd put a lot of thought into it. "I love you and I love our baby and I am so fucking proud," he continued passionately, "and I want everyone to know about my beautiful wife and our beautiful baby. Not just Johnson and our parents and our friends. Everyone."
"I want that too," you answered him, resting your hands over his.
"Really?" he asked, excitement making the corners of his eyes crinkle.
"Yes really."
"I'm gonna tweet it," he shouted, sprinting out of the room. He returned seconds later, phone in hand.
You rested your hands on your baby bump, watching as Jack typed, erased, typed, deleted, and typed again.
"I think I've got it," he said, showing you the screen.
@jackgilinsky: felt my baby kick for the first time this morning. proud to say @y/t/n and I are going to be parents. I'm very thankful for everything. <3
"It's perfect," you assured him.
"Okay," he said, nerves coating his voice. "I'm tweeting it. Here goes nothing."
As he put his phone down, you threw your arms around his neck. Mumbling into the connection of his shoulder and neck you said, "I just love you so much."
"I love you more Y/N," he replied, kissing the top of your head. "Want to read some comments?"
You nodded, looking at the screen in his hand.
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