I'll Never Let You Go (Eleven)
Title: I'll Never Let You Go
Sequel to: More Than the World
Author:
turnthepageover
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: NC-17
P.O.V.: Alex
Summary: "If two people are meant to be, they'll pull through, and I've never seen a couple more in love than you and Alex. You'll see, Jack. Everything will be okay."
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack, Alex, or anyone in the lovely band and crew that make up All Time Low. They all own each other. Amen. I do, however, own Josie and her sweet little self, along with any other original characters.
Warning: Mentions of mpreg.
A/N: Let me remind you this is FICTION. Thanks.
http://turnthepageover.livejournal.com/81891.html
“Josie, I think the point of this whole finger painting thing is to get the paint on the paper, not your hair and your face,” I told the three-year-old, seeing her bangs and forehead littered with blue.
“I trying! I can’t see through my hair!” she exclaimed and I laughed.
“You could ask for a clip, silly,” I told her, using a damp washcloth to try and wash the blue paint from her skin. It only smeared, the blue color not coming off her light complexion and I sighed. “Well apparently that’s not coming off until you take a bath.”
I tossed the washcloth into the sink, leaving the kitchen to grab a baratte to hold her bangs back.
I could hear the lock turning as I snapped the accessory into her blonde hair, glancing into the living room to see Jack coming inside. He shook fresh snow from his jacket, sliding it off and slinging his scarf over it on the coat rack. I offered him a smile as he entered the kitchen, seeing him return it with a tired lift of the corners of his mouth.
“Why is our daughter turning into a smurf?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and I shrugged.
“Because she wanted to paint us pictures while I was putting the dishes away, and instead of asking me to pin her hair back she continuously pushed it away from her face,” I told him and he nodded.
“And blue bangs? Our daughter’s scene now,” he said and I laughed. “People are gonna think we’re terrible parents.”
“Self-expression is important,” I told him and he chuckled, sitting down at the table and looking at Josie’s painting, not replying.
It had been like this the last few days. He seemed distant and quiet, and it was making me nervous.
“Hard day at school, babe?” I asked him and he shrugged.
“Not really. I’m just super tired,” he said, not looking up at me.
“Are you hungry? There’s some leftover meatloaf that your mom brought over I can heat up for you,” I offered and he shook his head.
“I’m not really hungry,” he said, “I think I’m just gonna head to bed.”
“Already? You just got home,” I said, frowning and he shrugged.
“I just need a nap,” he said, getting up and leaving the kitchen.
I sighed, looking down at Josie’s pictures. She was very preoccupied with what she was doing and I bit my lip for a second, staring out the door Jack had just walked through.
“Jo-Jo, I’ll be right back,” I told her, watching her nod.
“Okay, Daddy!” she said, swiping her fingers across the page.
I left the kitchen, opening the door to our bedroom to find Jack already crawled into it.
“Look, I know I fucked up, but please don’t shut me out for it. I want to fix things, not just throw them away,” I told Jack as I walked into our room.
“What are you talking about?” he asked, sitting up slightly in the bed as he rubbed his eyes. “I’m not shutting you out, Alex. I’m just exhausted.”
“You’ve been exhausted when you’ve come home every day this week,” I said, trying not to let my frustration shine through.
“I’m sorry? What do you want me to do? I don’t particularly like feeling like I have no energy,” he said, annoyance crossing onto his face. “Don’t make this about you. Just let me sleep.”
“Are you avoiding me?”
“Jesus Christ, Alexander!” he huffed, sitting up the rest of the way. “Is taking a nap a fucking crime now?!”
I looked in his face, seeing the dark bags under his eyes contrasting against his pale skin. I furrowed my eyebrows, sitting on the bed and looking at him with concern.
“Are you okay?” I asked, reaching out for his hand. I wrapped my fingers around his, feeling how cold they were. “Babe, you’re freezing.”
“I’m fine, Alex. I just haven’t been getting enough sleep,” he said and I shook my head.
“No you aren’t. Do you feel sick?” I asked, moving up and putting a hand to his face. “Your face is pale. Maybe you should eat some soup.”
I moved the blanket up closer around him and he sighed, leaning his head back against the headboard.
“Five seconds ago you were pissed at me. Stop being the doctor now,” he huffed.
“I should make you a doctor’s appointment,” I said and he rolled his eyes.
“No.”
“Jack, you look like shit. Let me take you to the doctor.”
“You look like shit too and I deal with it every day. Now go away and let me sleep,” he insisted and I frowned.
“If you don’t feel better tomorrow I am making you an appointment. I don’t give a fuck what you say,” I told him and he nodded.
“Fair enough. Now leave my room,” he insisted, pointing to the door.
“This is my room too,” I said with a glare. “So, I am leaving because I want to, not because you told me to leave.”
“Whatever. Turn off the light,” he said, laying down and pulling the covers over his head.
“Your Deedee is mean,” I told Josie as I walked back into the kitchen.
“No, you’re mean,” she answered, not looking up from her painting and I frowned. “All done!”
“At least I don’t have blue bangs,” I told her, scooping her up. “You heathen. Your parents must suck.”
She laughed, kicking her feet as I carried her towards the bathroom.
“Come on, you need a bath, punk,” I told her, turning on the bathroom light before setting her down on the floor.
“Can I have bubbles?” she asked as I turned on the water, adjusting the temperature.
“Of course!” I said, grabbing the bubble bath and pouring some into the tub.
I helped her get in the tub without falling, grabbing a washcloth from the cupboard to attempt to get the blue paint off of her forehead.
“Hold still!” I instructed, hearing her whine as she tried to wiggle her face away from me.
“Daddy! No!” she yelled, kicking her feet and splashing a bunch of water on me.
“Josie! You’re getting me all wet!” I exclaimed, huffing. “Just stay still so I can get this paint off and then you can play!”
“Daddy, you scrubbing my face off!” she screeched, letting out a loud cry and I laughed.
“Well if you didn’t get paint everywhere this wouldn’t be a problem!” I told her, hearing her let out a louder cry and a sob. “Oh, you’re a faker.”
“Leave me ‘lone!” she exclaimed, bottom lip jutting as I pulled the washcloth away.
“You’re a hot mess, diva,” I told her with a chuckle, wiping the soap away from her forehead and still seeing that it was tinted blue. “Yeah, that’s not coming off for a few days.”
She sniffled as I put the washcloth down, kicking her feet in the water and causing it to ripple.
“Awh, my poor baby and her crocodile tears!” I cooed, seeing her glare up at me.
“Mean Daddy.”
“Baby Jo-Jo,” I pouted back at her and she let out a whine.
“Jo-Jo not a baby!” she yelled, smacking the water and making a splash.
I laughed, splashing her with the water and kissing her forehead.
“Be quiet and play with your toys, princess.”
***
“Hello,” I answered my phone, feeling Josie move her hand over my mouth as she kept her eyes trained to the movie on the television. I pushed it away, frowning at her.
“Alex,” Cassadee said in a rush voice and I furrowed my eyebrows, sitting up. “Are you home?”
“Yes,” I said, feeling Josie try to cover my mouth again but I pushed her off my lap and sat up. “What’s going on?”
“It’s Jack,” she said, and my heart sunk.
“What about him? Is he okay? What’s going on?” I repeated, getting off the couch and going into the kitchen.
“He passed out when we were getting ready to leave school. John and I didn’t know what to do so we called an ambulance. We’re at the hospital now,” she said and I ran my hand through my hair.
“Is he okay?” I asked, quickly going into my room and trading in my sweatpants for a pair of jeans.
“I don’t know. The doctor won’t tell me anything because I’m not family,” she said. “I don’t know what happened. He’s just been complaining about being tired all day and the next thing I knew he fell.”
“I’m going to take Josie to my mom’s and then I’ll be right there,” I told her.
“Okay. John and I are in the waiting room. We’ll be here,” she told me.
“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” I said, hanging up the phone.
♠ ♠ ♠I'm trying!
Sequel to: More Than the World
Author:
turnthepageover
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: NC-17
P.O.V.: Alex
Summary: "If two people are meant to be, they'll pull through, and I've never seen a couple more in love than you and Alex. You'll see, Jack. Everything will be okay."
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack, Alex, or anyone in the lovely band and crew that make up All Time Low. They all own each other. Amen. I do, however, own Josie and her sweet little self, along with any other original characters.
Warning: Mentions of mpreg.
A/N: Let me remind you this is FICTION. Thanks.
http://turnthepageover.livejournal.com/81891.html
“Josie, I think the point of this whole finger painting thing is to get the paint on the paper, not your hair and your face,” I told the three-year-old, seeing her bangs and forehead littered with blue.
“I trying! I can’t see through my hair!” she exclaimed and I laughed.
“You could ask for a clip, silly,” I told her, using a damp washcloth to try and wash the blue paint from her skin. It only smeared, the blue color not coming off her light complexion and I sighed. “Well apparently that’s not coming off until you take a bath.”
I tossed the washcloth into the sink, leaving the kitchen to grab a baratte to hold her bangs back.
I could hear the lock turning as I snapped the accessory into her blonde hair, glancing into the living room to see Jack coming inside. He shook fresh snow from his jacket, sliding it off and slinging his scarf over it on the coat rack. I offered him a smile as he entered the kitchen, seeing him return it with a tired lift of the corners of his mouth.
“Why is our daughter turning into a smurf?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and I shrugged.
“Because she wanted to paint us pictures while I was putting the dishes away, and instead of asking me to pin her hair back she continuously pushed it away from her face,” I told him and he nodded.
“And blue bangs? Our daughter’s scene now,” he said and I laughed. “People are gonna think we’re terrible parents.”
“Self-expression is important,” I told him and he chuckled, sitting down at the table and looking at Josie’s painting, not replying.
It had been like this the last few days. He seemed distant and quiet, and it was making me nervous.
“Hard day at school, babe?” I asked him and he shrugged.
“Not really. I’m just super tired,” he said, not looking up at me.
“Are you hungry? There’s some leftover meatloaf that your mom brought over I can heat up for you,” I offered and he shook his head.
“I’m not really hungry,” he said, “I think I’m just gonna head to bed.”
“Already? You just got home,” I said, frowning and he shrugged.
“I just need a nap,” he said, getting up and leaving the kitchen.
I sighed, looking down at Josie’s pictures. She was very preoccupied with what she was doing and I bit my lip for a second, staring out the door Jack had just walked through.
“Jo-Jo, I’ll be right back,” I told her, watching her nod.
“Okay, Daddy!” she said, swiping her fingers across the page.
I left the kitchen, opening the door to our bedroom to find Jack already crawled into it.
“Look, I know I fucked up, but please don’t shut me out for it. I want to fix things, not just throw them away,” I told Jack as I walked into our room.
“What are you talking about?” he asked, sitting up slightly in the bed as he rubbed his eyes. “I’m not shutting you out, Alex. I’m just exhausted.”
“You’ve been exhausted when you’ve come home every day this week,” I said, trying not to let my frustration shine through.
“I’m sorry? What do you want me to do? I don’t particularly like feeling like I have no energy,” he said, annoyance crossing onto his face. “Don’t make this about you. Just let me sleep.”
“Are you avoiding me?”
“Jesus Christ, Alexander!” he huffed, sitting up the rest of the way. “Is taking a nap a fucking crime now?!”
I looked in his face, seeing the dark bags under his eyes contrasting against his pale skin. I furrowed my eyebrows, sitting on the bed and looking at him with concern.
“Are you okay?” I asked, reaching out for his hand. I wrapped my fingers around his, feeling how cold they were. “Babe, you’re freezing.”
“I’m fine, Alex. I just haven’t been getting enough sleep,” he said and I shook my head.
“No you aren’t. Do you feel sick?” I asked, moving up and putting a hand to his face. “Your face is pale. Maybe you should eat some soup.”
I moved the blanket up closer around him and he sighed, leaning his head back against the headboard.
“Five seconds ago you were pissed at me. Stop being the doctor now,” he huffed.
“I should make you a doctor’s appointment,” I said and he rolled his eyes.
“No.”
“Jack, you look like shit. Let me take you to the doctor.”
“You look like shit too and I deal with it every day. Now go away and let me sleep,” he insisted and I frowned.
“If you don’t feel better tomorrow I am making you an appointment. I don’t give a fuck what you say,” I told him and he nodded.
“Fair enough. Now leave my room,” he insisted, pointing to the door.
“This is my room too,” I said with a glare. “So, I am leaving because I want to, not because you told me to leave.”
“Whatever. Turn off the light,” he said, laying down and pulling the covers over his head.
“Your Deedee is mean,” I told Josie as I walked back into the kitchen.
“No, you’re mean,” she answered, not looking up from her painting and I frowned. “All done!”
“At least I don’t have blue bangs,” I told her, scooping her up. “You heathen. Your parents must suck.”
She laughed, kicking her feet as I carried her towards the bathroom.
“Come on, you need a bath, punk,” I told her, turning on the bathroom light before setting her down on the floor.
“Can I have bubbles?” she asked as I turned on the water, adjusting the temperature.
“Of course!” I said, grabbing the bubble bath and pouring some into the tub.
I helped her get in the tub without falling, grabbing a washcloth from the cupboard to attempt to get the blue paint off of her forehead.
“Hold still!” I instructed, hearing her whine as she tried to wiggle her face away from me.
“Daddy! No!” she yelled, kicking her feet and splashing a bunch of water on me.
“Josie! You’re getting me all wet!” I exclaimed, huffing. “Just stay still so I can get this paint off and then you can play!”
“Daddy, you scrubbing my face off!” she screeched, letting out a loud cry and I laughed.
“Well if you didn’t get paint everywhere this wouldn’t be a problem!” I told her, hearing her let out a louder cry and a sob. “Oh, you’re a faker.”
“Leave me ‘lone!” she exclaimed, bottom lip jutting as I pulled the washcloth away.
“You’re a hot mess, diva,” I told her with a chuckle, wiping the soap away from her forehead and still seeing that it was tinted blue. “Yeah, that’s not coming off for a few days.”
She sniffled as I put the washcloth down, kicking her feet in the water and causing it to ripple.
“Awh, my poor baby and her crocodile tears!” I cooed, seeing her glare up at me.
“Mean Daddy.”
“Baby Jo-Jo,” I pouted back at her and she let out a whine.
“Jo-Jo not a baby!” she yelled, smacking the water and making a splash.
I laughed, splashing her with the water and kissing her forehead.
“Be quiet and play with your toys, princess.”
***
“Hello,” I answered my phone, feeling Josie move her hand over my mouth as she kept her eyes trained to the movie on the television. I pushed it away, frowning at her.
“Alex,” Cassadee said in a rush voice and I furrowed my eyebrows, sitting up. “Are you home?”
“Yes,” I said, feeling Josie try to cover my mouth again but I pushed her off my lap and sat up. “What’s going on?”
“It’s Jack,” she said, and my heart sunk.
“What about him? Is he okay? What’s going on?” I repeated, getting off the couch and going into the kitchen.
“He passed out when we were getting ready to leave school. John and I didn’t know what to do so we called an ambulance. We’re at the hospital now,” she said and I ran my hand through my hair.
“Is he okay?” I asked, quickly going into my room and trading in my sweatpants for a pair of jeans.
“I don’t know. The doctor won’t tell me anything because I’m not family,” she said. “I don’t know what happened. He’s just been complaining about being tired all day and the next thing I knew he fell.”
“I’m going to take Josie to my mom’s and then I’ll be right there,” I told her.
“Okay. John and I are in the waiting room. We’ll be here,” she told me.
“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” I said, hanging up the phone.
♠ ♠ ♠I'm trying!