scullayyyyy

“we’ve always had bad timing, haven’t we?”

I’m so glad you’re back

Jackson POV ficlet inspired by the song Like My Father by Jax (go watch the music video (and maybe grab some kleenex because it always makes me cry))

714 words, read here on AO3

His parents growing up were very private in their love. A kiss on the cheek before work in the morning, again in the evening after work. Tender smiles and warm hugs. Theirs was a quiet love; ordinary. It wasn’t the love of great novels, nor of overly emotional films. Poems wouldn’t be written about them. They didn’t cry it from the rooftops or kiss in public. High school sweethearts; grew up together, went to church together, got married and had a child together. Roses on valentine’s day. That, Jackson believed, was how adults loved. Sensibly and quietly, with everyone having their own chair in the living room and the constant presence of gold bands on ring fingers. In his more cynical moments, adults loved boringly.

And then he met them.

He bought her calla lilies – her favourite – home just because. Post-its littered the house, sometimes with a smiley face or a heart along with a message to have a good day or take the bins out; other times with filthy little notes about what she would do to him if he remembered to pick up strawberries and ice cream from the store.