𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕣𝕪 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 | 𝕟𝕖𝕨𝕤𝕚𝕖𝕤

𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕞𝕖

CHAPTER SEVEN: you don't own me.Don't say I can't go with other boys

The following morning, Davey woke up grasped in a pair of strong arms and couldn't hide his smile, Jack had been so considerate and attentive last night and it left the Jacobs boy feeling treasured and happy as the sunlight began to stream through the window of Jack's cabin. He wished that he could stay like this all day, wrapped up in the arms of someone who made him feel safe and secure, blocking out the outside world; the mere thought of Jack made his stomach fill with butterflies and all he wanted was to feel this way forever.

But he couldn't, he needed to go home and face his father.

Oh God, his father. He had been so disappointed in Davey that it physically hurt, and his throat felt like it was closing up at the memory.

"Dave, it's too early to be thinking" A gruff, sleep-dosed voice mumbled next to Davey's ear, bringing him back to the happy moment they were in. "I can practically hear your brain working"

"I have to go and face my father" Davey confesses, his voice tight and Jack began gently kissing the back of his neck to reassure him.

"Did he give you a hard time last night?"

"He wasn't nasty or anything. He just looked disappointed...It's something I have never really seen from him?" Davey mumbled, turning to face Jack whilst drawing patterns along the arm which was draped around his middle, "I mean, even when I messed up as a kid, he always had an air of understanding around him and let me explain, but last night he didn't want to listen. I know I messed up royally, a-and that nearly caused Jasmine t-to—" he had started to well up and Jack brought him close, kissing his temple.

"Hey, hey, none of us could've predicted what happened last night. You saved Smalls by getting your father to help. Don't you even for a second think that this was your fault, Dave"

"But it was, I gave her the money—A-and—"

"And Spot found out about the doctor, I called and booked the appointment for her, hell, Oscar fucking Delancey was the one to get her knocked up in the first place, no one is completely blameless here, but you're the reason that she's still here"

Davey buried his head in Jack's chest and sighed as he felt fingers start to lovingly comb through his hair. "Go and see her today, she'll be glad to see you, Dave..."

"Hmm..." Davey responds with half a non-committal grunt, half a hum of relief from the scalp massage he was getting. "I'll come around lunch to avoid my father; he wants me to steer clear of you guys"

"Good job you did doing that" Jack snorts, running a teasing line down Davey's back.

"Oh fuck off, Jack" Davey laughs into Jack's chest before settling back down and lazing in the morning sun as best he could before breakfast.

"Singers, dancer, actors, this is your lucky day! Auditions for the annual Pulitzer end-of-the-season talent show are starting in the playhouse" the announcer's voice rang over the tense silence that shrouded the Jacob's breakfast table, Mayer refusing to even look in Davey's general direction. Les was shovelling down cereal, Sarah was drawing some designs in her sketchbook, and his mother was tending to Les to ensure he didn't choke.

"Everyone going to be in the show?" a very perky Katherine bounds up to the table, unaware of the subdued mood, hand wrapped around a clipboard

"Actually, we're leaving tomorrow" Mayer speaks up for the first time that morning "miss the weekend traffic"

"But we're paid up 'til Monday," Esther tells her husband, and Sarah starts to protest.

"Dad, and miss the show?"