Umar bakht

post 6x09 (title from sucker by my beloved jonas brothers because of the brotherly theme to this episode and also because it’s basically all i’ve listened to for the last week and also because jake has definitely sang it to amy on their drive to work k bye)

“Your mom probably hates me now,” Jake says, watching Amy as she gets ready for bed. He’s made so much progress in convincing his in-laws that he’s good enough for their daughter over the past few years  and now he’s gone and blown it by roasting Camila in front of an entire restaurant. “I bet she’ll scratch my face off all the family photos the moment she gets home.”

Amy rolls her eyes affectionately at him in the mirror, taking off the dainty necklace he bought her last Christmas. “She won’t hate you,” she reassures him, walking over to his side of the bed. “How could anyone hate you? You’re the best.”

“And you’re biased.”

“It’s the truth,” she promises, pecking him on the lips before turning around. “Unzip me?” She asks over her shoulder.

“‘Course,” he responds, dutifully lowering the zipper on the pretty dress she’d worn to dinner. He kisses her now-bare shoulder. “All done.”

“Thanks, babe.” She lets her dress drop to the floor and steps out of it, taking off her bra in exchange for her ratty old NYPD t-shirt. She hurries through her skincare and dental routines, climbing into bed with her husband as soon as the intricate fifteen stage process is complete. A yawn escapes her mouth as she settles her head against the pillow.

Jake smirks. “Long day, huh?”

“Mm-hmm,” she hums her agreement, pouting a little. “I thought those beautiful Brazilian bastards were going to take you away from me again.”