The Sky's The Limit (Jack x Reader)

Where the Lost Things Go

"Where on Earth have you all been?"

You hurried down the stairs and next to Michael, who was standing in the doorway looking out at Mary Poppins, Jack, Annabel, John, and Georgie.

"I told you to bring them straight home," Michael continued, scowling at Mary Poppins. "I've been worried sick!"

"We're sorry we're late, father," Annabel said kindly. "It wasn't Mary Poppins' fault."

"We got lost in the fog," John added.

"Jack and the leeries lead us down the 'frog and toad'!" Georgie said, proud of himself.

"He means 'road'," Mary Poppins clarified.

"So you've been off filling the children's heads with stuff and nonsense. I've heard quite enough. Come in at once!" Michael said harshly, and you were slightly taken aback.

"Best I take my leave."

You looked past Michael and the children walking inside dejectedly and saw Jack standing on the pathway.

"Oh, Jack." You squeezed through the doorway and went over to him. "Did you spend the evening with the children?"

"Yes I did, miss." He nodded at Mary Poppins as she walked past him, saying goodnight. "They really are wonderful children."

"Yes," you agreed. "It was very kind of you to spend time with them."

"Oh, I don't mind," he said, waving off the compliment. "I find children can be better company than us grown ups, anyway."

You laughed. "And here I was about to ask you to go for a stroll."

He cheeks tinted pink. "You were?" You nodded, an amused smile on your face. "Well, I didn't mean all grown ups are unpleasant. Some are, actually, very pleasant, in-including you, so, uh, what I mean to say is, that, um..." 

You chuckled, resting a hand on his arm. "Would you like to go now?"

"Yes, please."

You laughed again, then set off down the street, your hand wrapped around his arm.

"So, have you enjoyed your time on Cherry Tree Lane so far?" Jack asked as you made your way down the cobblestone London streets, the streetlamps creating a soft yellow glow. 

"I have," you said contentedly. "I truly wish I didn't have to go back to Bath."

"Well, then don't." You looked at him in surprise. "Forgive my boldness, but if you would like to stay, why don't you? Your family is here, after all."

"That's true," you conceded, a bit disappointed that he wasn't saying he wanted you to stay. "I love Michael and Jane and the children, but Bath is my home. I don't believe I'm quite ready to give up on it. At least not without a good reason." There. That was as big of a hint as you were going to give him.

He snuck a quick glance at you. "You don't think you have one already?"

What was he trying to say? "Well-"

"Oh, I love this song!" Jack pulled away from your grasp and moved towards the home closest to you. He stopped on the sidewalk, looking in the direction of the music.

You followed him, and as you got closer, you heard a slow, jazzy song drifting out of an open window. The curtains were pulled back so you could see into the kitchen, where an older couple swayed together slowly to the song.

"That's very sweet," you said, smiling at the sight. "I do love 'It's Been a Long, Long Time'. It's a classic, in my opinion." You turned to Jack, only to see him holding out his hand to you. Confusion crossed over your face.