You came home from work to an empty home you shared with your husband of 1 month, you knew he went to Nash's and Cam's for the night to just hangout and you respected that so when he offered for you to come with him, you said no thanks. You walked into the kitchen to find your 10 year old dog dead on the ground, you started crying your eyes out, you ran upstairs. You called Jack "hey baby, I'm actually on my way h- JACK! STACEY IS DEAD! I DON'T KNOW HOW, I DON'T KNOW WHY! PLEASE HURRY I'M GOING TO HAVE A PANIC ATTACK!" you scream, "oh my god, Y/N stay calm, I'm going to be there as soon as possible" and with that you hung up paising back and fourth for about 10 minutes, its not that Stacey was your world, but just the fact that you walked in your kitchen seeing your pet dead, scared you really bad. "Y/N I put Stacey in a bag in the backyard, its okay" Jack says walking into your guys room, you ran over to him, hugging him tighter then ever. He brings you to the bed and you two fall asleep and sleep through the whole night in his arms, feeling safer, and calmer.
