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"Fucks sake, what do you expect me to do?" Jobe's voice rings out over the phone. "I'm working, I can't just be there whenever you want." You're shocked by his harsh words, tears welling up in your eyes. But you quickly shrug them away.

"Are you serious right now, I know that-- you don't think I know that Jobe?" your voice raises irritatedly. "I've supported you through all of this, I understand, I never asked or expected anything from you, and I never complained, it didn't matter because I had you." you voice out frustrated. "What matters is that you never call, you never check up on me anymore, you're always either exhausted or out with the team. Your excuses are getting predictable." you accuse him. "It's like I don't even matter anymore." Your voice breaks on the last word, your confidence slowly shrinking.

Jobe sighs and after a few seconds he finally speaks, "Love-- fuck I'm sorry, I never meant for you to feel like that, like an after thought, genuinely, I'm sorry."

You clear your throat, masking away your sadness. "It's fine, I just need you to try, please."

"I will baby, you don't have-" He gets cut off by the sounds of his teammates speaking loudly. "Shit baby, I have to go right now, but we're good right?" He asks slightly rushed.

You sigh inwardly, "Sure sure, I hope have a good pra-"

And before you can finish your sentence, the line goes dead.

You stare at the blank screen disappointed, because the truth is, it was never fine. It's not been fine for a while now. And the worst part-- Jobe just doesn't seem to really care anymore.

The struggle of the different time zones has slowly been creeping it's way into your and Jobe's relationship, at first everything seemed somewhat manageable, you both optimistic about figuring out the long distance, but now after months of being apart, that has changed drastically. Everything between you two getting harder to manage with each passing day.

This doesn't bother you though, what bothers you though is that it seems he's completely forgotten you exist.

"What are you doing, baby" You'd ask. "Me and the boys are out tonight- Yeah, can you get me a drink!" He'd laugh with teammates. "Just having a few beers tonight, before coach kills us Monday morning", "That sounds nice baby, just don't have too much fun." You'd try to joke. "Yeah yeah" he'd say nevermindedly. "Night baby" is all he'd say before he'd end the call.

You'd put up with this for months, because the truth, is you love him so much. You love his quirks, his laugh, how stupid he sometimes could be, his little moods... you love everything about him, and you simply can't imagine what you'd do without him in your life. And that's why you decided to put up with it, because just maybe you two could make it work.

A single tear falls from your eye at the thoughts forming in your head and you swipe it away, realising. I won't cry. Because if you did, you'd be admitting to yourself that your and Jobe's relationship truly is struggling.

Your phone rings, Denise's name lights up the screen. You take a composing breath before answering. "Hi Denise," you say sweetly. "How's everything?"

From the moment you met Jobe's family two years ago, you and Denise immediately clicked, she was like a second mother to you, always listening to you rant about the silliest stuff and giving the most perfect advice when you're struggling at work.

"Hi baby girl, how are you-" she doesn't give you a second to answer and immediately continues talking. "When are you flying in for Jobe's game?"

You're eyes shoot open instantly, you haven't even though about that. You sigh before speaking, "Honestly, I don't even know if I should go..." you say softly.

"What do you mean?" she askes softly.

"Denise, you know I'd never ever want to turn you against your son... it's just that I don't think Jobe would even want me there right now." you say defeatedly.

Denise gasps softly, "How could you even say that, that boy loves you more than anything, why wouldn't he want you there?" concerned she adds, "You're his everything." she states it as a fact.

"It just hasn't felt like that these last few months, and I know it's supposed to be hard- us being so far apart and everything, but why doesn't it feel like I'm his everything anymore?" You speak softly, tears now freely falling from your eyes.

"Oh, you poor baby." Denise speaks softly. "I know it's hard, but you and Jobe are each other's person. I know that for a fact. You two may be going through a rough patch right now-- it happens to the best of us-- but you'll make it out. Trust me. And I know that boy would absolutely love it if you were there supporting him, even if he can't say it." She speaks purposefully. "Look, me and Mark are going in two days time and we're booking you a ticket." You're about to speak when she cuts you off, "No, no, listen to me. You're coming and that's the end of the story. You don't want me calling him and biting his head off for how he's been treating you, do you?"

You laugh through your tears, sniffing. "Yeah no, I don't want that... you're right." you're quite for a second before speaking, "Thank you Denise, I appreciate you so much."

"Aw" she laughs, "You don't have to thank me, I mean you're my daughter in law, I'm here for everything-- especially slagging off Jobe." she whispers the last part.

At that you laugh out loudly, "Denise!"

"Yeah yeah", she replies brushing her comment off, "We'll see you at the airport then?" You sigh happily, "You will, you and Mark have a nice day."

"Thank you baby girl, you too. Bye" she replies. You sing out a bye before ending the call.

You sigh loudly, even if Jobe didn't want you there, you'd be there. Because even if things were rocky right now, you'd still support him through anything and everything.

The energy in the first half of the game is electric, the stadium roaring with infectious support. The crowd shouting proudly at every successful pass and practically jumping out of their seats each time a goal is attempted. But somewhere past the second half, the game changed for the worst.

The ball gets passed to him successfully, he dribbles up to the box with precision and attempts to score--the crowd groans in disappointment-- he missed the shot. Your eyebrows draw together concerned.

Your eyes find Jobe automatically-- he's off his game today, missing passes and standing around, it's like his head is not in the game at all.

Denise's hand finds yours and you turn to give her a faint smile. "Don't worry so much" she smiles and all you could manage was to nod your head while your eyes were fixated on the field.

The game flew by fastly, The team attempting to score, but missing every time, and now they're unfortunately behind by two points.

In the last minute the crowd started to get restless, slightly irritated and disappointed, nothing was going correctly, and you could see that.

The final whistle blew harshly, and Jobe's hands found his head disappointed. You hate to see him like this, let down in himself.

You sit in the stadium seats quietly, watching the supporters slowly leave, one by one. The players finally moving towards their families.

Jobe turns away from the crowd, heading towards where his parents usually sit.

"Go to him... " Denise's gentle voice snaps you out of your head, softly squeezing your shoulder.

"Yeah..." you say nodding softly. You stand from your seat hesitantly, and your legs slowly start moving towards the entrance Jobe's walking to.

You carefully walk towards the end of the seats, your heart pounding against your chest with every step.

A few strides from you Jobe abruptly stops as he notices you. You stare at each other for what feels like minutes, you can't seem to understand what he's thinking, what's going on in he's mind-- but then you're absolutely shocked.

Jobe's shoulders slouch down, he's head looking down, and his hand comes up to cover his eyes. Is-- is he crying?

He starts moving and so do you and when you're finally in front of each other you whisper softly, "Jobe?" concern lacing your voice.

His looks at you and you immediately find his red-rimmed eyes and tear-stained cheeks. You silently move to hug him and his head falls on your shoulder softly, his arms move around your waist tightly.

And you swear this hug feels a hell of a lot like an apology.

Jobe sniffles softly, his head still on your shoulder and his hands now pulling you impossibly closer to him.

"I'm so so so fucking sorry, love." he says into your shoulder. "Jobe, baby--" you start your hands gently rubbing his back. He interrupts you swiftly, now looking directly at you, "No, don't baby me, I don't deserve your comfort right now, I've been nothing but an absolute dick to you-- and you didn't deserve it... any of it. I was stressed, overwhelmed and overworked, and I took it all out on you and you never said anything... I know I don't deserve you after how shitty I've been-- but god am I happy you're here right now."

Your heart swells at his apology, and you go soft immediately. You throw your arms around his neck gently and you sadly smile at his words.

"Jobie-- for you, always" you whisper honestly. He laughs his eyes still full of tears and he's hands find your cheeks gently, "I love you." he says soflty before kissing you. And you kiss him back.

The kiss isn't rough nor is it demanding. It's deliberate and soft-- it's apologetic.

You laugh breaking the kiss, gently wiping the tears from his cheeks. "Let's go find your parents..." You joke, intertwining you hand with his.

A/N

hihi! i've been working on this for WAY too long, and i genuinely don't know if it works, im sorry but i just needed a yearning jobe. hopefully you all enjoyed it <3

A while ago his fingers were softly stroking your skin, almost comfortingly, but now-- he's practically gripping your thigh, his fingers moving upwards, not at all shyly, more so determined.

You couldn't focus on any of the conversations happening around you at the team party, you barely heard the loud, thumping music of the club, all you could focus on was Jobe's hand on your thigh.

Your cheeks flush, heat rushing throughout your body and your thighs spread instinctively. Your body already so used to him. At your invitation, Jobe's hand moves up even more underneath the table, his fingers soflty teasing you over your underwear.

You suck in a soft breath, your wetness immediately growing. You revel in the slow, teasing caresses of his fingers-- driving you insane. All of a sudden he pushes your underwear to the side, his fingers immediately going through your soaked folds.

Your eyes close briefly, not wanting to attract the attention of everyone at the table while Jobe's fucking you with his fingers.

He slides through your folds effortlessly, with a painfully torturous pace. You place your head on his shoulder and turn your face away from the company. A soft breathy moan escapes your throat- one only meant for his ears.

Jobe hardens instantly, and immediately turns towards you, "Let's get away for a bit of, love." He speaks softly. You look up at him through your lashes and only manage to nod yes, not trusting yourself to speak right now. Jobe removes his fingers from you and you immediately feel the loss racking through your body.

He clears his throat, loud enough to attract the attention of the team, and says, "Uh, we're going to get a few drinks." standing up he offers you his hand. You take it-- of course, and start following him.

Jobe leads you through the busyness of the dimly lit and crowded club, determined. Still holding your hand tightly, he stops before the unoccupied bathroom of the club and turns to you, smirking.

"Go on then." you challenge him, and that is all it takes. He pushes the door open with urgency and practically pulls you in.

He locks the door, click, and then turns to face you. He slowly stalks towards you, his eyes dark and heavy with lust.

"Fuck, I just couldn't wait till we were back home..." he stops before you his one hand against the the wall behind you, his other cupping your face. Your chest rises and falls with anticipation-- hunger, as you look into his heavy lidded, lust-filled eyes.

"M'sorry." is all he says before absolutely devouring you.

Jobe kisses you with such a need that you can barely keep up, his tongue roams your mouth, his hands are everywhere and yet nowhere all at once and you whine into the kiss driving your hips forward, searching.

He smirks into the kiss, knowingly, and his hand immediately comes up to cup your pussy. You moan at the feeling of the pressure, "Jobe, baby, please" you whine softly and he cracks.

You're immediately lifted by your legs and gently placed on the counter of the sink. Jobe kisses your neck and then gets down on his knees. He lifts up your skirt, teasingly slow and starts removing your panties.

"Fuck" is all he can manage, entranced by your pussy.

He goes in immediately, his tongue lapping at your juices relentlessly. A low moan leaves your chest at the sight of this man, your man, on his knees, worshipping you. "Jobe," you release a breathy moan, "oh my god."

He looks up at you absolutely in love with the sight before him and moves up to kiss you. You fumble with the button of his pants and manage to finally get it open while he's still kissing you. Your hand reaches down to palm his covered, hard cock and he immediately let's out a whimper.

"Fucking hell" he moves back, hurriedly taking out his cock. No matter how many times you've seen it before, it always amazes you. He's just so fucking big.

Jobe lines up his tip with your hole, "Look at me while you take it.", his voice comes out strained. He pushes in slowly and you both moan into each others' mouths at the feeling.

"You're so fucking big." you breathe into his shoulder. Your hands move up to find his back and you claw at him, the feeling of his cock streching you out-- driving you crazy.

He picks up his pace at the praise, pounding into you relentlessly.

You can't form any thoughts. All that leaves your mouth is incoherent praises and breathless moans, driving Jobe absolutely crazy.

"Jesus-" he breathes and guides your leg over his shoulder. The angle making him sink even deeper, hitting the perfect spot every time. Your eyes shoot open, tears building up in them at the euphoric feeling.

"Jobe, 'gonna come" you moan hurriedly, your pussy already clenching around him.

"Ah fuck- yes baby, come with me" He rasps while still hitting that spot. "Fuuuu-" you moan loudly, spasming around his cock, and this is what drives him over the edge. He growls out loudly as he spills into you.

After a few seconds his forehead meets yours-- both a panting mess, and he chuckles. "Love, you're amazing... genuinely." he praises you.

"Shut up." you laugh as you blush, pushing him off of you. You reach down putting on your underwear and pulling down your skirt. You slowly raise onto your tip toes and kiss him softly, "Thank you."

You both get cleaned up in the small club bathroom, laughing when you find each other's eyes in the mirror.

A few minutes later, you and Jobe leave the dingy bathroom, only to return to the table without any drinks.

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You and Jobe have been together for five years now, married for three of those five. That was by far the easiest yes you had ever said, you didn't even have to think twice. Because well, he was perfect beyond words-- caring, attentive and most of all funny. He was your best friend. And that's how you two two ended up at this moment...

You feel him slowly turning, the bed dipping with his weight. The soft glow of the morning sun waking him up. You've been awake since nearly six, the baby absolutely restless. Jobe's hand instinctively reaches over and rubs your eight month belly.

"Morning, baby." he says, voice still filled with sleep, and smiles contently. "Me or the baby?" you joke speaking softly.

Jobe opens his eyes and turns towards you, the glow of the sun falling over his face and highlighting his eyes and jaw. "Both?" he shrugs and you laugh.

He moves over kissing you sweetly, his hands diving into your hair. "Mhmm," he breaks the kiss "how long have you been up?" he asks as he continues to caress your belly.

You sigh, "Long enough..." your hand automatically moves finds your belly as well, "Honestly Jobe-- and I love this baby with all my heart but god. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tired."

He laughs, actually laughs, and you turn to look at him, clearly offended, your emotions at an all time high now. "Are you seriously laughing right now? I can't even see toes-- let alone tie my shoes. My back is killing me, my boobs already hurt and I pee every goddamn second. I swear Jobe if I could, you'd be the pregnant one right now." He looks at you genuinely baffled trying not to laugh, which makes you roll your eyes. "I'm serious" you pout.

His arm finds your shoulder, gently squeezing it. "I'm sorry you're going through all of this, love, but it's nearly time, yeah?" you nod with him, and he continues, "And when that time comes, and you see our baby for the first time, you're going to be so happy that you'll forget all of the pain you even went through."

You sigh into his side, finding comfort in his words."You're right." you agree and he places a gentle kiss on your head.

"Plus-- and I'm being so serious right now, your boobs practically look edible right now" he says quickly giggling like a naughty child, pushing of the bed and laughs loudly when you attempt to throw him with one of the pillows.

"I swear, this room looks creepily sterile." You whisper laying on the bed in the gynecologist office. "Shh, she'll hear you--" he says and the doctor walks in.

"Good morning you two, how have you been feeling mommy?" the doctor asks in your direction, fiddling with her equipment. "Oh-- uh... good, I suppose, apart from the constant kicking and peeing." you attempt to joke. "Good?" Jobe whispers at you, "That's not what you were saying this morning--", "Shhh" you cut him off quickly. He just continues on, "--I mean you were nearly in tears this morning"

"Jobe, for the love of god..." you whisper irritated that he's not getting the hint. The doctor comes over smiling, understanding your frustration, and adds the chilly ultrasound gel on your now rounded belly. She grabs the probe, gently pressing into your belly, every so often looking at the screen beside you.

After a few minutes, she puts down the probe and claps her hands together sofly, "Well, everything looks perfect, baby is doing amazing-- heartbeat and everything... you two still don't want to know baby's sex?" she asks optimistically.

You turn to look at Jobe and answer quickly, "No... uh, we want it to be a surprise." the doctor turns towards jobe, "What about you daddy?"

His hand finds yours still looking at the doctor, and he says the absolute sweetest thing ever, "Whatever she wants--" he faces you smiling gently and turns back towards the doctor, "I mean boy or girl, it doesn't matter as long as it's healthy and my wife is happy-- and healthy." he adds quickly "Either way our baby will be loved." he shrugs nonchalantly, as if he hadn't said the most heart wrenching sentence ever. Just when thought you couldn't possibly love him even more.

You squeeze his hand lovingly. "That's good. " the doctor replies sweetly, "Well... I'll see you two in a while, it's nearly time!" she claps her hands together excitedly before exiting the room.

Jobe quietly helps you sit up on the bed, and after a few seconds he speaks softly, "She's so weird." causing you to giggle softly, "Shhhh, she's barely left."

Your hands find his face, looking into his eyes, your heart filled with so much joy and love, and you kiss him meaningfully.

He breaks the kiss, his forehead resting on yours, "I love you so much. "

And you wonder to yourself, how did you manage to get so lucky?

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