#daddy!jared

What made things worse that morning was that it was raining, heavily. You huffed out a sigh and reluctantly removed Jared’s arm from your middle, carefully peeling yourself out of the bed.

Your body clock not so nicely telling you to get out of bed at six every morning. Juliana was a nightmare to get up in the morning so had to kindly deceive her by waking her a little earlier. Knowing that she would go to sleep right after, you went downstairs to get both yours and her bowls of cereal, only pouring milk in your bowl before spooning the concoction into your mouth. It was routine so being half asleep wasn’t a problem.

You heard banging around above you so gathered someone up there was bound to be awake and your daughter was least likely to be the corporate of the noise. It had to be Jared.

More fumbling continued before it abruptly subsided, it was followed by a melody that you had heard before but couldn’t place your finger on. You barely heard Jared’s voice through the ceiling but if you stayed quiet enough, you could make out the faint words flowing through his mouth.

You rarely got to hear his voice but when you did it was a joy to hear, especially when it was accompanied by the strings of his guitar.

As the song progressed, you decided to go upstairs and see what the bang was after you listened to the beautiful song, of course.

Stopping outside the door, you smile as you hear the quiet strumming of the guitar waiting for the next line to be sung. Your daughter is lying over Jared’s outstretched legs, clutching her stomach a few odd tears roll out her cheeks. When you see that your smile instantly dissipates, wanting to know why your baby girl is crying.

You quietly come into the room and kneel by the foot of the bed, placing your hand on her stomach, over her hands where she’s clutching it. Juliana jolts a little but relaxes as soon as she sees that it’s you. Her movement makes Jared stop playing and open his eyes to take a peak at his surroundings.

‘What’s up, sweet pea?’ You ask her, rubbing her stomach lightly.

She carefully rolls to face you, laying her hand over yours now to prevent you from taking it away. She sniffles before answering your question. 'I woke up and my tummy didn’t feel too good. It hurts mommy. So I came to daddy and asked him if he can make it go away.’ She accentuates her point by jutting out her bottom lip into a pout. 'It’s not gone.’

You look over to Jared and see that he has a shy mixed with a cheeky grin on his face. 'Come on, sweet pea, daddy’s silly and didn’t think to give you medicine-’

'No!’ She interrupts. 'I don’t want mecine. I want daddy to keep singing but it’s not working.’

You huff and close your eyes trying to think of an argument but your husband swoops in and says, 'I’ve been playing for a while now Juli, I don’t think my magic guitar has enough powers, maybe if you let mommy give you some medicine, it can power up. Shall we try it?’

'I don’t wike it.’

You press your lips together in an attempt to stop yourself from giggling, you also refrain from sparing a glance at Jared. Your tongue comes out to wet your lips before you retort.

'It’s not liquorice, it’s orange. I made sure that I got you the good tasting one.’

Jared makes the decision to tell you now that he has already called his manager, your workplace and Juliana’s school that none of you are coming in today due to a 'bug’ that has been going around that you all caught.

His smile is back as he shrugs adorably. Why does he have to be so cute? When Juliana hears that she isn’t going to school, she perks up a bit, slightly tightening her grip on your hand, looking at you, trying to gauge your reaction, seeing if it was true.

Any other time, you would have scolded him but today was perfect for a day of relaxation and just lounging about. Where he got the time to do that astonished you but you were grateful for it. You nodded in response and smiled.

You hauled her from the Jared’s legs and into your arms where she clung to you.

'Mama, can daddy make his banana pancakes?’ She mumbled into your shoulder.

Stroking her hair, you answered. 'I’m sure if you ask him, he’ll make them for you, princess.’

Jared raised the strap and put it over his shoulder and began strumming and humming as you all made your way down the stairs.

It was bugging you now. You definitely knew the song. You felt yourself humming along but not quite knowing the exact words.

'Jare, what’s that song your playing?’ You asked as you placed Juliana in her chair. Instead of giving you the title, he started from the beginning and sang the words.

Can’t you see that it’s just raining?

Ain’t no need to go outside…

But, baby, you hardly even notice When I try to show you this Song is meant to keep you From doing what you’re supposed to. Waking up too early Maybe we can sleep in Make you banana pancakes Pretend like it’s the weekend now

You bobbed your head along with the music, singing as you realised that it was Banana Pancakes by Jack Johnson. Fiddling in the cupboards, you rifled through them in search of the medicine. When you found it you shouted, 'Aha!’

And we could pretend it all the time Can’t you see that it’s just raining? There ain’t no need to go outside

But just maybe, like a ukulele Momma made a baby Really don’t mind the practice ‘cause you’re my little lady Lady, lady, love me 'cause I love to lay here lazy We could close the curtains Pretend like there’s no world outside

The two of you -you and Jared- sang the lyrics to your poorly daughter. Her head rested upon the cool marble countertop, her legs swinging slowly to the beat and her eyes closed. She truly did have a tummy ache.

Unscrewing the lid, you walked over and gave your little girl a small shake to have her open her eyes. She gracefully rose her head from the island, eyes still sewn together but without being told she opened her mouth and waited for the orange flavoured liquid to enter her mouth.

And we could pretend it all the time Can’t you see that it’s just raining? There ain’t no need to go outside

Ain’t no need, ain’t no need, mmm, mmm, Can’t you see, can’t you see? Rain all day, and I don’t mind

Seeing her eyes start to droop, you quickly twisted the lid back on and carried her in your arms. You held your finger up to your lips, for Jared’s singing and strumming to slowly fade out.

The last of the song you heard that meant so much to you, when the whole world fits inside of your arms. It reminded you that Jared and Juliana were your whole world and nothing could break the bond the three of you had.

Jared took off the guitar and put it carefully into one of the stands that were randomly scattered across the house, and joined where you and Juliana were lying together, your daughter snuggled into your side.

Before he laid next to you he snapped a few photos and pocketed his phone. 'Maybe the banana pancakes can wait for a while.’

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It was a long day, especially for an active five year old who was used to roaming around as she pleased. You kept her entertained as best you could with the usual fare, coloring books, YouTube videos ad nauseam, and wrangling whoever you could from the cast to join in an endless game of freeze dance. By noon you were exhausted, but Jules was still going strong; probably thanks to all the candy Mark was passing her behind your back.

You were called to set soon after lunch, and you left your daughter in the capable hands of Marcy, your friend and favorite hairdresser.  

Your scene was a quick one: a little argument between Sam and your Angel character. Of course he had to go and mess up your lines by making kissy faces at you when his back was to the camera, so it took a little longer than it should have. When the final cut was called, you slapped your husband hard on the arm and went off to retrieve your daughter from the makeup trailer.

Only, Jules wasn’t in the makeup trailer. Neither was Marcy.

They also were not in Jared’s trailer. Or Uncle Jensen’s. Or by the catering truck. Or anywhere that you could see.

Panic began to rise in your chest and you ran back through the set until you found Jared. He saw the fear in your eyes and he grabbed your shoulders, pulling your focus up to his worried eyes.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

You stuttered, out of breath, “I can’t…Jules. I-I don’t know where she is!” Your eyes danced around you, heart pounding against your ribs. Jared pulled you into a quick hug, kissing the top of your head before he pulled away and took your hand.

“She’s fine, we’ll find her,” he said firmly, as he pulled you behind him and took off in search of your daughter.

No one had seen her. No one knew where she was. Security was called and notified, and just about everyone you ran into was put on alert.

“Yes, forty-two inches tall; brown hair, to her shoulders…” Jared gave Juliana’s description to the Security Officer as you paced around behind him, walking the perimeter of the fence that led to the car lot.

Your mind was racing and you chewed on your thumb nail, stomach burning with worry. Just as you were about to lose it completely, you looked passed the fence into the lot and saw movement in one of the stunt cars. You leaned closer, peering between the chain link, and your heart stopped.

“Jared!” you called him over, pointing wildly towards one of four Impalas parked behind the fence.

Jared took off, sprinting towards the car, and you followed behind as fast as you could. All your fear melted away when you looked inside the black car.

Jules was sitting happily on Uncle Jensen’s lap in the driver’s seat, her tiny hands turning the wheel side to side. Her laugh echoed through the lot as Jensen bounced her on his knees, making engine sounds and turning her left and right. Despite your panic and annoyance at the entire situation leading up to it, you had to admit, it was one of the most adorable things you’d ever seen.

“What the hell, man? We’ve been going nuts looking for you guys.” Jared scraped a hand down his face and shook his head in relief.

Jensen laughed and shrugged back at him, “She wanted to learn how to drive. Said it was ‘Teach Your Niece How To Drive Day’. What could I say?”

Jules honked the horn and you laughed. “Of course she did. I told you we were in big trouble with this one Jared.”

Your husband laughed and wagged a long finger at his daughter, “You’re lucky you’re cute, Little Miss.”

“Oh Daddy,” she grinned, “I’m adorable.”

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“I just miss you and I wish you could come home.”

“I know baby, I’ll be home next weekend. There’s no con and I can spend as much time as I want with you and Leighton.”

“Yeah, it’s just hard to not be up there with you all the time.”

“I know, but I didn’t want you to have to keep traveling with Leighton and be alone when I go away to cons for the weekend. I’ll be home before you know it.”

The boys were pulling up to the airport so you quickly said your goodbyes to all of them and Jared promised to call you when they landed.

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You were sitting on the sofa, waiting for Jared’s call before you put Leighton down for a nap. She was playing on her mat, rubbing her eyes and yawning. You wanted her to stay awake so Jared could see her this time, but it was getting late and you didn’t want her to be overtired, lord knows no one like an overtired baby. You carried her up to her room and rocked her and sang to her for a bit before you placed her in her crib and headed back down stairs.

You plopped yourself back on the sofa, still waiting for Jared’s call that should have come by now. You turned the tv on to help keep yourself awake; getting up at 5am with a hungry baby called for taking a nap, but not until you talked to Jared. To no avail you fell asleep, waiting for a call that never came.

You woke up to a dip in the sofa, assuming your dog and jumped up to take a nap with you. But then you felt large hands brushing the hair out of your face and a pair of soft lips on your forehead. You turned to see your husband and a bouquet of flowers in his other hand.

You were at a loss for words, you just wrapped your hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down into a passionate kiss.

When the kiss broke, Jared cleared his throat, “Wow if you're going to kiss me like that everytime I surprise you, I have to do this more often.”

You giggled, “I won’t say no to that! What are you doing home?”

“I just thought I’d stop by to see my two favorite girls.”

“Well one of your girls is due to wake up soon, we can get her up early if you want?”

“Nah, let her sleep. I want to spend some quality time with my wife,” Jared said as he leaned down to kiss you, pulling at the hem of your shirt.

It seems as though all kids have the perfect timing. Leightons cries started sounding through the monitor. Jared and you broke the kiss laughing, “You get the kid, I’ll go find some water for these bad boys,” you said, grabbing the flowers

“Ok,” you said as you turned toward the kitchen, when Jared grabbed your arm and twirled you into his chest, whispering in your ear, “We’ll finish this later.”

Those four words sent chills down your spine and all over your body as Jared bounced up the stairs with the world’s biggest smirk on his face, knowing exactly what he just did to you.

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