🖤 dumb slut 🖤

It’s been exactly 2 years to the day since you first met Jack Abbot, and the two of you were driving exactly where you felt that electric spark for the first time. His hand rested on your knee as the radio plays softly over the hum of his truck. He pulled up in front of the Robinavitch house for their annual 4th of July party. The two of you walked up the driveway, his hand resting on the small of your back as you carried a dessert of angel food cake, berries, and cream. He unlatched the gate and you found everything to be the same as the year before, and the year before that. Robby at the grill, his wife Julie yelling at him to stop burning the burgers, their kids screaming and splashing in the pool- which is exactly where you were when Jack first laid his eyes on you.

When Jack begrudgingly showed up to the party two years ago, his eyes immediately fell on you. Gravitated like a moth to a flame. You were splashing and tossing around Robby’s youngest daughter, Maeve. You are best friends with Robby’s wife, and he was surprised he’d never seen you before. All the beers he and Robby shared on the back patio, all the kids birthday parties, the school plays, and yet the two of you never crossed paths. He was honestly pissed he never told him about you. But there you were, electrifying and full of life. Beaming brighter than the sun. It didn’t take long for you to notice the mystery man either. You’d be lying if it wasn’t the prosthetic that first caught your attention- but as your eyes traveled up you began to study his face and frame. His arms were deliciously toned and defined, dog tags dangled from his neck, his salt and pepper hair was perfectly curly, and his eyes, well… they told a story. A story you were desperate to hear, and when he glanced at you, your heart nearly stopped. The two of you left together that night- and spent nearly every night together since.

Two years later, he still looks at you like it’s the first time. He still can’t keep his hands off of you. Despite being much older than you and having the grey hair to show for it, you made him feel like a kid again. He gave your butt a squeeze before you walked into the house to put your dessert in the fridge, and you shot playful eyes at him. He looked back at you, hungrily, as if an hour ago he didn’t have your legs pinned behind your head.

When you changed into your bathing suit and jumped into the pool, he wasn’t far behind; pulling your body flush against his and planting kisses along your collarbone. Enough for Dana to scream, “get a room you two!” as she walked into the party. Jack was never one for PDA, he preferred to keep things in the bedroom; but he wanted everyone to know that you were his.

You two spent most of the party in the pool, your fingers wrinkled like raisins. Jack loved the water, hydrotherapy was an integral part of his rehabilitation. It was one of the few things that alleviated his pain, floating on his back and letting the weight he carried (literally and figuratively) just melt away.

As night fell, Jack and Robby started building a fire as you sat and talked with Julie and Dana. Maeve sat on your lap and her older sister Ali stood behind you braiding your hair.

"Whats that on your neck?" Ali asked, exposing the hickey you forgot you had. Dana glanced over and chuckled under her breath as she sipped on her third glass of wine. After blaming it on your curling iron you made you way over to Jack who was adding some logs to the fire. You smacked him on the back of the head and he turned furrowing his brow but still smiling.

"Ali found the little gift you left on my neck two nights ago." you blamed as you sat down reaching for some marshmallows, and grabbing his hand to join you. You shut your eyes, warmth of the fire illuminated your face. Jack sat beside you and pulled you into his lap, inspecting his work on your neck.

"You cant blame me when you're so damn delicious." he bit your neck once more, burying his face into your hair that smelled of chlorine and barbecue.

"Speaking of," you finished roasting your marshmallow. "Say ah", Jack followed and you fed him, letting him take a bite of a s'more. Chocolate stuck to the corner of his mouth and you giggled, wrinkling your nose.

"I'm a mess" he laughed, wiping graham cracker crumbs off his lap and wiping his mouth of the sticky chocolate and melted marshmallow.

"You missed a spot." you whispered, leaning in you kissed the corner of his mouth. Over and over again, licking his sweet lips until he was kissing you back, humming quietly.

Soon the kids began to make their way over to light sparklers and roast their own marshmallows. Pulling away from Jacks embrace you checked the time.

"It's almost time for the fireworks." you whispered, giving his hand a squeeze. Jack put his arm around you, pulling you close to him once more. You rested your head on his shoulder and he rubbed your back in slow circles.

"I'll be alright." he whispered to you assuringly. Jack had gotten better with the idea of fireworks. Unexpected loud noises were still difficult for him, and while on days like today his heart beat it a little faster, and his mouth was a bit more dry- he was able to prepare. Therapy helped a lot too. On the other hand, you loved fireworks, and him watching the awe on your face helped ease his anxieties.

At the first whistle and pop of the fireworks, everyone’s eyes moved to the now lit sky. Illuminating with red, white, and blue.

You felt Jack shift, and when you glanced over you saw his jaw was clenched, his brow was furrowed, and his posture was stiff. You grabbed his hand, his palms were a bit sweaty. You watched his chest rise and fall a bit quicker. Reaching over you started to draw circles on nape of his neck, hands traveling up and ending up massaging his ear lobes.

“I’m with you, you’re safe.” You wrapped your arms around his torso, giving him a squeeze. “Eyes on me.” He looked at you, eyes love drunk, and planted a tender kiss on your lips. You traced your finger along his jaw and he slowly started to relax. Slowly you grounded him. Slowly you saw his dimple creep back as a faint smile returned to his face. And slow you saw him reach into his pocket and get down on one knee.

“Wh- Jack…”

“I wasn’t nervous because of the fireworks,” heads began to spin, Julie nudged Robby’s gaze away from the sky, Dana stood with her hand over her mouth, Langdon held a beer shaking his head with a goofy smile on his face, “this is where I met you. This is where fell in love with you. So I thought it was only appropriate for this to be the place I ask to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

“Jack… Jack yes.” Your lips crashed onto his, tears flowing freely from your eyes. Cheers began to erupt from the party, the sky still lit up behind you. He slipped the ring on your finger, a beautiful blue sapphire surrounded by small diamonds. His hands trembled as he slid it on, and you teased him asking how those were surgeons hands. When the moment was over, Robby came over and smacked Jack on the back and Julie and Dana, and Robby’s girls rushed to see the ring.

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it.” Robby nudged him, and your head shot sideways.

“You knew!?” You and Julie said in unison.

“Michael Robinavitch, why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” Julie sputtered and quickly apologized to the little ears listening.

“You can’t keep a secret to save your life. Even the mailman would know.” And Julie’s mouth fell right open, but she didn’t argue, she knew he was right.

“I didn’t think a public proposal would be your thing.” Langdon chimed in giving his congratulations in the only way Frank knew how.

“They aren’t.” Jack sputtered immediately. “But this day is special to me…us,” he wrapped his arm around you “So unfortunately I had to propose in front of the circus.”

By the end of the night your face hurt from smiling. You walked as if you were walking on air. You couldn’t take your eyes off Jack or your ring. As you drove home that night you pulled out your phone and opened Pinterest.

“Okay so… I was thinking about a color scheme…”

“Already?”

“Jack I’ve had my wedding planned since I was 12… anyway so I was thinking about a color scheme…”