You are my fireheart

Jack unlocks the door and lets himself in. It doesn't take him long to find you. You are laying up on your bed, face scrunched in pain even though you are snoring softly.

Jack is a doctor so he knows what's wrong with you immediately. The curled up position, heating pad under your tummy, dark bedding... and he also knows because you've mentioned it to him in the passing.

Fuck, you look in so much pain that it breaks his heart. At the sound of your name, your bleary eyes fall on him just as another painful cramp takes over.

Jack instantly kneels at the side of your bed, hands reaching out to cup your face. "Sweetheart, why haven't you called me?"

"Didn't want to bother you. Nothing you can do anyway." You say with a dry voice. There's no water on your nightstand so Jack already knows your words are a lie. There's a lot he can do actually.

"Nonsense, angel. I'm here now, okay? I'll try to make you feel better. Just hang tight." Jack leans in to give you a kiss on your forehead before he's moving.

He fills up a glass of water for you and heats up another pad you can put under your tummy. Jack is pretty sure you haven't eaten properly these last couple of days and orders some light food like chicken broth for you as well.

He does all of that as quickly as possible, he doesn't want you to wait too long.

When he finally comes back, your eyes are closed again, but your face is far from content.

"Okay, baby. Can you sit up for a second?" He squints with worry at you.

"Hmm." You nod against the mattress, not caring about anything else but the pain. You want it gone. "It hurts so much."

"I know, sweetheart, I know." He murmurs, his voice all soft, he hates seeing you so weak and hurting.

He helps you into a sitting position, holding you upright as he hands you the water. You sip on it slowly, breathing deeply through the pain.

"How's the pain on scale from 1 to 10? 10 is the worst." Jack coaxes an answer from you and braces for the answer. If it's too bad, he'll definitely take you to the Pitt. And he won't take a no for an answer.

"Like 8?" You mumble out, wincing.

"Do you remember when you took a painkiller?" He asks and you murmur the time. His hands are still holding you steadily and content warmth spreads through you at that. Even though you feel a little bit bad about worrying him, you are happy that he came.

"I'll go get you another one-"

"No, stay please. Just for a few more mintes." You whisper. You know you need the pill, but you want a warm hug from your boyfriend first. He's a soothing presence, making you feel a bit better.

Jack reads your expression, and smiles. "Of course. Anything for you, angel."

He puts the glass back on the table after you finish the water and helps you lay back down again, pressing the new heating pad against your tummy.

Sure, he really pissed you off, but at the same time the only person that can bring you comfort is him. And you don't want to be all alone and sad in his big house. You hate being away from him, even if you are mad at him.

You pad on your bare feet towards the garage, and stop in the doorway unsurely. Jack's already in the car, waiting for the garage door to roll up.

He sees you fiddle nervously with your sleeves before you finally walk up to the car. He rolls the window down because yeah, he might be mad but he'd never just blatantly ignore you.

"Can I... C-Can I come with you? Please. I'll sit in the back and I promise I won't say anything. I just...Can I?" Your wet, big eyes practically plead to let you in. To not be left here. You're scared that maybe if you let him go all alone, he might realise he doesn't want you one night.

Jack's eyes soften a bit, and you hear the lock open on the door. You immediately jump inside the car, not giving him a second to change his mind.

You quietly sit in the back as Jack backs out of the garage and starts driving down the road.

It doesn't take long for Jack's pent up energy to sizzle out. Especially, when he hears you sniffle with your runny nose every once in a while.

Jack tries to catch your eyes in the mirror but you just won't look his way, eyes strained on the road. And he can't have his best girl looking so, so down. Especially because of him. So he pulls into the nearest parking lot.

Jack kills the engine and jumps out. He rounds the car, opens your door all while you watch him with confused, but hopeful gaze.

"I'm so sorry, angel. I shouldn't have let it get so heated. And I shouldn't have tried to leave. I'm an idiot." It's his defence mechanism, he'd rather leave and cool down before he'd say something and regret it later.

Jack's hands hover inches away from you, holding onto the cushions next to your thigh.

"I'm sorry, too. I'm sorry for yelling. And for making you take me for the ride with you, I was just...." You stop talking before you can say too much. You don't want to sound crazy.

You turn to him, and his hands immediately move and settle on your hips.

"What is it?" Jack's thumb brushes your exposed tummy. He softly urges you to answer his question. You both need to talk it out even if it can hurt.

"I was worried you might not want to be with me anymore." You explain sheepishly, eyes everywhere but on him.

"Wait, baby." He frowns at you. "Do you always worry about that after an argument?" He can remember all of the times you two argued, and every time you didn't let him go cool off alone. It's basically a routine by now that after you argue, you two go for a ride together.

You just nod, embarrassment settling in. "Why didn't you say something?" God, it pains him so much to think about it.

"Don't know. I was just worried." You shrug, but it's far from casual. You look like you might die from embarrassment any second now.

"Fuck, sweetheart. You know, that no matter how much we fight, I'm not leaving. You're it for me baby. There's nobody else I'd rather be upset with."

"Don't you think it's annoying though? Me being so...so clingy." Jack thinks that surely you must be joking. You look so uncomfortable at your skin as you ask him that, that Jack's swears he must be doing something wrong if you feel like that.

"Sweetheart, if it was up to me, we'd literally be attached to hip 24/7. I love being with you. You're my favourite person ever." Jack states, words all lovey and honest. Your eyes water from it, it overwhelms you for a second because it was exactly what you wanted, needed to hear.

"You're my favourite person, too." You mumble out, your hands sneaking out of your long sleeves to squeeze his. Jack chuckles because only now he notices it's his big-ass hoodie you have on.

"I love you, angel. So all is forgiven?"

"Yes." You nod quickly and lean in for a very much needed kiss.

You can barely even remember what the fight was about as his lips move against yours, and both of your bodies finally relax.

"I love you too, Jack." You breath out against his lips. He pulls away with a gentle smile and wipes away the left wetness on your cheeks with tender hands.

"Do you want to go get ice-cream?" Jack suggests, and your face lights up as you nod sheepish.

"Okay, c'mon, need my girl next to me." He scoops you up before you can protest and manages to put you in the front seat, all while you giggle at him.

He rubs soothing circles into your skin as your tears slow down. "But you were so excited for us to swim together. Said it'd be perfect for your leg."

You feel so bad. Because he finally got 2 weeks off from work so you could go relax somewhere far away. And you found the perfect place on an island. A private house with a pool and a sheer blue sea water just a few feet away. And food available at all times of the day with many activities to do as well. Basically a heaven on earth.

"We can still swim, sweetheart. We are there for two weeks. You can wait until your period ends. Or you can get in the pool with a tampon or a cup. Or you can just get in, you won't bleed in the water because of the pressure, remember?" He taps your chin lovingly, reminding you that it's all okay.

"Or we can go buy you some period swimsuit. I think I saw that somewhere." Gosh, your heart might just burst from how sweet your boyfriend is.

"Oh, yeah? You saw that somewhere?" You chuckle with a sniffle.

"Yes." He rolls his eyes at your teasing. "My point is, baby, that it's okay you got your period. We'll have great time anyways." You nod softly against his hand.

Jack wipes away the remaining tears and leans in to give you a peck on your forehead.

"Do we have time to go look at that underwear?" You ask tentatively, you know there's still plenty of time until your flight, but you also know that Jack wanted to take a nap after his shift.

"Yes, let's go now so we don't rush later." He says and it makes you feel even worse. Jack clocks your unhappy frown immediately.

"No, Jack. You need to sleep." You'd rather have no swimwear then make him go with you.

"I'll nap in the plane, I'll have plenty of time then, okay?"

"Or I can just go alone?" You suggest.

Jack gasps dramatically, hand on his chest. Oh, he's got the jokes now, huh? "No way, sweetheart. You need my expertise."

"You just want to ogle me in the bikinis."

"And?" He smirks at you, and you just chuckle at his antics. You love showing off clothes for him anyway.

"Okay, fine. But I'm paying."

"In that case, I think we don't even need to go anywhere. Two weeks on the couch seem great." There's no fucking way he's letting you pay for anything. He's a gentleman after all.

"You are insufferable." You mumble, shaking your head in disbelief with an amused smile on.

Oh.

That's what he's doing. You didn't even realise it, but your sad mood is gone, replaced by soft smiles reserved just for Jack.

"And yet, you love me." He grins some more at you, pushing another kiss onto your face. This time on your cheek, close to your plush lips.

"I do love you. You are too good to me."

"No, baby. It's just what you deserve and more. And I love you, too. Now c'mon, let's get dressed and go buy you the swimsuit and sunscreen." He gets up on his tired legs, one of them way more achy than the other. But he doesn't show it, you'd make him stay home.

"Wait, how did you know I needed sunscreen?" You raise your brows at him.

"Baby, I don't think there's a single think that I don't notice about you."

You kiss him on the mouth before he can say something even more lovely and you'll cry about it.

Good thing you don't know about the velvet box safely hidden in his suitcase, otherwise your period hormones might just make you sob.

But that reaction is reserved for later, when he finally gets down on his knee.