Damage

JACK'S POV

Trying to sit through a movie with (Y/N) anxiously moving around the whole time was difficult. Usually I'd point it out but I could tell something was up that I couldn't really joke about.

"Let me know what happens in the end." She quickly got up, startling me. We were so close to finishing! That's what she said.

"(Y/N), the fuck?" I whined, pausing the movie. She acts like I can't do that...we're in our own house for crying out loud.

That's when I looked down at the wrinkled leather where she was sitting. A tiny, shiny spot was left in it's place. I shined my phone over it to reveal it's dark red state.

"Oh." I whispered to myself. 

I quickly used a Kleenex and wiped it up before running into the kitchen to prepare two bowls of her favorite ice cream that was constantly stocked in our freezer.

"Jack?" I heard her voice coming near.

"I'm in the kitchen." I directed her, throwing the scoop in the sink. 

"What are you doing?" She giggled quietly, wrapping her arms around my waist.

"Getting your favorite to finish off this movie." I smiled over my shoulder at her.

"Why? What's so special?" She continued. "Usually you make me get off my ass."

"I know." I gave her a look.

"Oh." She blushed and let go of me. "You're acting nicer than usual." I saw her wrapping her arms around her waist tightly. I watched her jaw clench repeatedly.

"Let's go." I carried the bowls back into the living room. I pressed the play button on the remote and starting scarfing down the ice cream as fast as I could, a bad idea as usual.

"I wish you were like this everyday." She giggled, happily eating up.

"Well, I was concerned." I looked down at the empty bowl in my lap as my head pounded away. 

"It happens all of the time. You know that." She shook her head at at me, smiling wide.

"Well, I decided it should be different." I declared, giving her a soothing look, holding out my arms as she crawled under them.