#Jack harlow x oc

[nattinatalia]

Mia saying this to Jack: “daddy stop being a brat and listen to mommy”

“Jack, can you get my mixer from the top cabinet please?” You ask your husband as you rub on your eight month belly.

“I’m vanilla baby.” He starts singing and ignoring you completely.

Mia stares at her dad and wonders why he’s not listening since he always does everything at the first call.

“Babe? I need the mixer to make your cake.” You say one more time.

“She’s 28, telling me I’m still a baby.” He’s bobbing his head now.

You sigh and grab the stool and carefully place both knees on it.

Mia gasps at that. “daddy stop being a brat and listen to mommy” she points your way.

Jack furrows his eyebrows and pulls out his AirPod. “W-hat?”

He turns around and sees you on the stool and jumps from his seat and runs your way. “What in the world are you doing?”

You sigh, “I was calling you for help, but I didn’t realize you had your pods in.”

He shakes his head, takes a hold of your hand to help you down. “Throw something at me next time. You can’t be climbing shit, you could get hurt.”

You smile sweetly at him. “Yes sirrr.”

Mia shakes her head. “You scared me mommy.” She glared at Jack. “What song were you singing?”

You nod, “is that a new track?”

Jack smiles, “aht aht, let’s bake this cake together and maybe I’ll show you two what I have so far.”

You and Mia both smile “Deal.”

[earthtoharlow]

Don’t Like The Lights

Sequel to Flashing Lights series, must read Flashing Lights first to understand

Series Masterlist

18. Eastern Parkway

warning: so much fluff and some smut sprinkled in between

Jack was the first one dressed. He had Noah and London dressed and ready to go as well, feeling pretty proud of himself for getting everything in order while Maryse finished up. They had gotten a late start getting ready that morning because they were both up most of the night with Noah, who always seemed to have trouble sleeping some nights. Between rocking him and feeding him, they barely got more than a couple of hours of sleep.

As he held London in his arms, he talked to her in that soft, playful voice he always used with her. “Alright, little princess, we’re all set. You ready to go watch Daddy’s big show? You gotta look out for me, okay?”

London gazed up at him, blinking with her wide eyes, and just as he leaned in to kiss her tiny forehead, she let out a little burp — followed by a stream of spit-up all over his fresh shirt.

“Ah, come on!” he groaned, laughing despite himself. He held her out at arm’s length for a second, looking at the mess on his outfit. “London, you just had to do me like that, huh?”

Maryse walked into the room just in time to see the scene, biting her lip to hold back a laugh. “Oh no, not the outfit!”

Jack shook his head, still grinning as he gently handed London over to Maryse. “Yeah, well, I guess it’s a sign I needed a wardrobe change. She wasn’t feeling it.”

Maryse smirked, bouncing London softly in her arms. “You better go change quick before Noah decides to add to the chaos.”

Jack gave her a mock glare before heading back to the closet. “I was looking forward to wearing that! Alright, round two.” He disappeared into the bedroom, muttering to himself about “kids keeping him humble.”

As Jack disappeared into the bedroom to change, Maryse looked down at London in her arms and whispered with a smirk, “Good job, baby girl. I hated that outfit.”

London blinked up at her, wide-eyed and innocent, as if she had no idea the little victory she’d just handed her mom. Maryse smiled, rocking her gently. “You’ve got good taste already.”

A moment later, Jack came back out, now dressed in an all white outfit. “Alright, round two. This one better pass inspection,” he said, holding his arms out and giving a playful spin.

Maryse raised an eyebrow, pretending to assess his new look. “Much better,” she teased. “London approves this one.”

Jack chuckled, leaning over to kiss Maryse on the cheek before giving London a playful poke. “Traitor. You two are already teaming up on me, huh?”

Maryse laughed softly. “Get used to it.”

She then handed Jack, London so she could grab the diaper bags, and to triple check that they had everything they needed for the long day ahead of them.

Jack scooped up both babies, holding them like footballs under each arm. Maryse watched him in disbelief and burst out laughing. “You’re going to hurt them!” she teased, shaking her head.

Jack grinned back, completely unbothered. “Nah, they love it!” He glanced down at the babies, and sure enough, both Noah and London were smiling wide, letting out little giggles as they bounced gently in his grip.

Maryse couldn’t help but laugh harder. “I swear, only you would think carrying them like that is a good idea.”

“You’re no fun!” Jack said and handed London back to her.

Jack held Noah, who was looking around with curious eyes, and gently rested him against his chest. “Alright, buddy, time to head out,” he said softly, adjusting Noah’s little baseball cap.

Maryse followed with London in her arms, making sure she was comfortable as they headed to the door. As they stepped outside, the car was already waiting to take them to the festival.

“Let’s go, family,” Jack said, flashing a smile as he opened the door for Maryse, who slid in carefully with London. He secured Noah into his car seat, making sure everything was perfect before sitting beside them.

As the car pulled away, he glanced over at Maryse. “You ready for this?” he asked, giving her a playful nudge.

Maryse smiled, a mix of excitement and nerves in her eyes. “As long as I have my three people with me, I’m good.”

Jack leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Always.”

As they settled into the backseat of the car, Maryse leaned back with a soft smile, watching Noah and London. The twins, only a few months old, were lying beside each other, babbling in their little baby language. It was like they were trying to communicate, their tiny hands occasionally reaching out toward one another.

“They’re already best friends,” Jack said quietly from beside her, noticing the same thing.

Maryse nodded, her heart melting. “It’s like they have their own little secret world already.”

As Jack was going to respond his phone buzzed, and he took a quick call, going over some last-minute details. His voice was calm, yet focused, as he sorted out logistics with the event team. When he hung up, he sighed and leaned back in the seat, glancing at Maryse.

She smiled softly at him. “I know this is a lot, but you’ve handled everything so well. I’m really proud of you.”

Jack’s eyes softened as he looked at her. “Thanks, babe. That means a lot.” He glanced at the twins, who were babbling in their car seats, then back at Maryse. “None of this would feel as good without you and them.”

“You’re doing something huge,” she said, squeezing his hand. “I know how much this festival means to you.”

He smiled, that signature smirk she loved. “Yeah, but you three are still my priority. Always.”

Maryse squeezed his hand gently and smiled at him. “Don’t worry too much about us today, okay? Just make sure this day is special for you. You’ve worked so hard for this, and you deserve to enjoy it.”

Jack looked at her, his eyes softening with appreciation. “You sure?”

“Yes. We’ll be fine. Your parents are watching the babies, and I’ll be right here cheering you on. Just focus on making this festival everything you dreamed it would be.”

He nodded, still holding her hand. “Alright, I’ll try.” Then, with a playful grin, he added, “But I’ll still sneak away so we can have a quickie.”

Maryse rolled her eyes, laughing. “You’re impossible.”

***

Day 1 of Gazebo Fest was in full swing, Maryse stood backstage with Clay watching the crowd enjoy the festival. The music was loud, the sun was blazing, and she was feeling both proud and a little overwhelmed by the excitement of the day. She bounced on her heels, and swayed to the music.

Clay turned to her with a teasing grin. “So, where’s the man of the hour? And where’s my niece and nephew? You lose them already?”

Maryse chuckled, shaking her head. “I’m not sure, honestly. He said he was going to check on a few things, but now… who knows where he’s gone off to?”

Clay pulled out his phone, scanning the crowd. Then, he smiled and nudged her. “Actually, I just found him.”

Curious, Maryse followed his gaze. When she looked, she burst into laughter. There, in the distance, was Jack cruising around in a golf cart with London sitting comfortably in his lap, her tiny sunglasses on, looking like she was enjoying the ride. Beside him, Urban sat with Noah, holding him securely, as if they were just casually taking a spin around the festival.

“Oh my god,” Maryse muttered, shaking her head in disbelief. “Of course he’s in a golf cart.”

Clay laughed. “He’s really out here living the dad life, huh?”

Maryse smiled, her heart swelling with love. “Yeah, he really is. And it’s somehow adorable and ridiculous at the same time.”

They watched as Jack drove closer, finally spotting them by the stage. He gave a goofy grin, clearly proud of himself. He pulled the golf cart to a stop and hopped out, carefully handing London over to Maryse.

“Hi baby girl, did daddy and uncle Urban take you on a joyride?”

Urban got out of the cart with Noah in his arms, grinning ear to ear. “Man, this is the life!”

Maryse rolled her eyes. “I swear, you guys are like big kids.”

Jack smiled and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. “Gotta keep it fun, right?”

“Yeah, well, you’re lucky I didn’t see you before. I would’ve been too worried about them bouncing around,” she teased.

Jack leaned down to London, who was sucking on her tiny fist. “You had fun, didn’t you, little one?”

London let out a small giggle as if on cue, making everyone laugh.

“She’s showing her personality now,” Clay said, smiling at the little family. “Y’all make this parent thing look too easy.”

Maryse smiled softly, leaning into Jack as the sun shone down. “It’s definitely not easy, but we’re figuring it out.” She kissed London’s cheek and glanced up at Jack. “Even if he does like to stress me out”

***

As the festival buzzed around them, Jack’s parents took over watching the babies, giving him and Maryse a rare moment to themselves. He gently pulled her aside, away from the crowd and noise, until they found a quiet corner near the backstage area.

Maryse noticed the serious look on his face and raised an eyebrow. “What’s up?”

Jack sighed, running a hand through his hair. “So, I just got word that they’re predicting a storm tomorrow. Like, a big one.” He paused, looking at her for a reaction.

Maryse's eyes widened slightly. “A storm? But—”

“Yeah, and I don’t want to cancel the second day of the festival,” he interrupted, clearly torn. “We’ve put so much into this, and I don’t want to let everyone down. But at the same time, I don’t want to risk anything if it’s as bad as they’re saying it could be.”

Maryse nodded slowly, understanding his frustration. “I get it. But you know safety has to come first, right? What are the options?”

Jack rubbed his jaw, clearly frustrated. “They’re saying we could push it back, maybe even delay it a couple of hours to see how things go. But there’s no guarantee the storm will pass by then. It’s just… it sucks. We’ve worked so hard for this.”

She reached out, placing a hand on his arm. “I know. But no one’s going to be upset if you have to delay it for safety reasons. Everyone understands that weather can’t be controlled. You don’t want to risk something bad happening.”

He leaned against the wall, sighing again. “I just hate feeling like I’m letting people down. Especially for something we’ve been planning for so long.”

Maryse stepped closer, wrapping her arms around him. “You’re not letting anyone down. Everyone’s having a great time today, and even if the second day gets pushed back, it’ll be worth the wait. Trust me, people will appreciate you looking out for them.”

Jack exhaled, his shoulders relaxing a little. “I know you’re right… I just hate the idea of it getting messed up, you know?”

“I know,” she said, resting her head on his chest. “But you’re doing amazing. This festival is incredible. You’ve got two beautiful babies, and we’re all safe. That’s what matters most.”

Jack smiled down at her, his mood softening. “You always know what to say, huh?”

Maryse grinned. “That’s my job.”

He kissed the top of her head. “Alright, I’ll talk to the team and see what we can figure out. Maybe it won’t even be as bad as they’re saying.”

“Whatever happens, it’ll be okay,” she said, squeezing his hand. “We’ll make it work.”

With that, Jack seemed to regain some of his usual confidence. “You’re right. I’ll let you know what the plan is as soon as we know for sure.” He paused, looking around for a moment before grinning. “But for now, how about we go check on our little troublemakers?”

Maryse smiled back at him. “Lead the way.”

As the sun began to set and the crowd’s energy buzzed under the warm sky, Jack and Maryse stood backstage, each holding one of their 3-month-old twins, both babies sporting tiny headphones to protect their ears from the loud music. London was in Jack’s arms, her little hands occasionally grabbing at his shirt, while Noah rested contentedly against Maryse's chest, his eyes getting heavy as the music played.

Jack looked out over the sea of people, feeling a surge of pride and accomplishment. This was his dream coming to life, but the worries about the weather tomorrow still hung in the back of his mind.

Sensing his tension, Maryse leaned into him slightly and whispered, “No matter what happens tomorrow, you should be really proud of yourself. Look at all of this, Jack. You made it happen.”

He glanced at her, his expression softening as her words hit him. “You think so?” he asked, a bit of his vulnerability showing beneath his usual calm.

She nodded, giving him a gentle smile. “Absolutely. No one else could’ve pulled this off like you did.”

Jack looked back at the stage, then down at London, who was starting to doze off in his arms. The sight of her tiny frame bundled up, safe and sound, warmed his heart. He glanced over at Noah, snuggled into Maryse, and the feeling only grew stronger. “Yeah… I guess I did,” he murmured, almost to himself, as the sounds of SZA’s voice echoed through the night.

***

Jack sat on the edge of the bed, running his hands through his hair, he had just put out a statement canceling the second day. The storm had damaged the site and more rain was expected later that night. Maryse walked over, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, it’s not your fault, Jack,” she said softly. “You did everything you could.”

He let out a long sigh, looking at her. “I know, but it sucks. People came out for this, and now it’s over because of some storm.”

Maryse gave him a small smile, thinking for a moment before an idea sparked. “What if… instead of letting the day go to waste, we invited the artists to do something fun? Like, I don’t know, take them all to the bowling alley or something. It’s indoors, we could still hang out and enjoy the day.”

Jack raised his eyebrows, considering the suggestion. “Bowling?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Something low-key and fun. It doesn’t have to be the festival, but at least you all can unwind together. It’ll show them you care about them having a good time, even if things didn’t go as planned.”

He looked at her, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You know what? That’s not a bad idea.” He stood up, his mood already lifting. “Alright, let’s do it. I’ll start making some calls.”

Maryse grinned, watching him grab his phone, already moving on from his frustration. She knew how much this meant to him, and she was glad to see him bouncing back. “And who knows, maybe you can redeem yourself from the last time we went bowling,” she teased.

Jack shot her a playful look. “Oh, you’re on. Just wait.”

Later that night Jack was able to get a few artists to come to the local bowling alley to make the most of the weekend. He had been pretty down about the second day of the festival getting canceled, but seeing everyone having fun, laughing, and bowling helped lift his mood.

Maryse glanced over at him, noticing his smile growing wider as he watched Omar Apollo celebrate after knocking down a strike. He seemed more at ease, the tension from the past few days finally fading away.

“You feeling better?” she asked softly, nudging him as they sat near the lane, holding their bowling shoes.

He nodded, his eyes still on the group. “Yeah, actually. It sucks we couldn’t go through with the show, but… seeing everyone like this, still vibing, it’s cool. I needed this.”

Maryse smiled, leaning into him. “You did a great job. People are having fun regardless. That’s what matters.”

He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, giving her a squeeze. “Thanks for suggesting this. It was a good call.”

She looked around at the artists, laughing and enjoying themselves, and nodded. “They deserved to have some fun too.”

Maryse stood and grabbed his hands pulling him to his feet. “C’mon, I came here to whoop your ass in bowling not to watch you just sit here!”

Jack laughed. “You’ve never whooped my ass in bowling a day in your life!”

All she could do was roll her eyes “Today might be the day.”

“You’re a dreamer. You dream a lot.”

***

A few days after the festival, Jack’s parents showed up unexpectedly at their house. Jack opened the door, surprised to see them standing there with determined expressions.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Jack asked, stepping aside to let them in.

Maggie gave him a knowing smile. “We’re here to give you both a break.”

Maryse, who had been sitting on the couch with Noah in her lap, glanced over. “A break?” she asked, confused but intrigued.

Brian nodded. “Yep. You two need to have a life outside of the babies. We’ve already made plans—we’re watching them for the entire weekend.”

Jack blinked, caught off guard. “Wait, the whole weekend? Are you sure?”

His mom laughed, waving off his concern. “Of course! You two need time for just yourselves. You’ve been incredible parents, but it’s important to enjoy some alone time too.”

Maryse looked over at Jack, who seemed just as surprised as she was. “I don’t know… I mean, Noah still has his nights where he won’t sleep—”

“And London’s just starting to settle into her routine,” Jack added, sounding hesitant.

His mom shook her head, smiling warmly. “We’ve raised kids before, remember? We can handle it. You two need to go out, relax, and enjoy being just the two of you for a bit.”

Maryse felt a wave of nerves hit her. It had been so long since it was just her and Jack without the babies. “Are you sure? I mean, we don’t want to—”

“Yes, we’re sure,” his dad interrupted gently. “Trust us. You need this. You’ve done so much for the twins, and now it’s time to take care of yourselves too.”

Jack finally cracked a smile, glancing over at Maryse. “Maybe they’re right. We could use a little break.”

Maryse hesitated, glancing down at Noah, but then sighed. “Okay… but if anything happens, you’ll call us immediately.”

His mom grinned. “Of course. Now go plan something fun before we change our minds!”

Maryse looked over at Jack who was already pulling out his phone, probably looking up restaurants or something to do. For the first time in what felt like forever, they were about to have a whole weekend just for the two of them.

Jack booked them a hotel downtown, something nice and quiet to get away from everything for the weekend. Before they left, though, they spent what felt like hours saying goodbye to the twins. Both Maryse and Jack gave Noah and London big, long kisses, and they went over everything with his parents one more time.

“Okay, so Noah really likes being rocked, but not too fast,” Maryse explained, glancing at his mom. “And London—if she starts fussing, humming helps her calm down.”

Jack added, “Oh, and Noah hates the green pacifier—only the blue one works. London’s more flexible, but that one is non-negotiable for him.”

His parents smiled patiently, nodding along as if they hadn’t heard the same instructions a few times already. Brian chuckled, “We’ve got it. Go enjoy yourselves, we’ll take good care of them.”

“Are you sure?” Maryse asked, looking over at the twins again, her heart tugging at the thought of leaving them.

His mom laughed and waved them toward the door. “Go! You need this. We’ll call if anything happens.”

Finally, with a gentle push, they were ushered out the door and into the car. As they buckled up and started driving away, Maryse looked over at Jack, who was sitting unusually quiet in the driver seat. His eyes were a little red, and she could see him subtly wiping the corner of his eye.

She raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Are you crying?”

He immediately denied it, shaking his head quickly. “Nah, I’m not crying. There’s just… something in my eye.”

Maryse couldn’t help but laugh softly, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “It’s okay if you are. I’m kind of emotional too.”

Jack sighed, finally giving in. “I mean, it’s the first time we’re leaving them. Feels weird, you know?”

She nodded, leaning her head back against the seat. “Yeah, it does. But it’s good for us. They’ll be okay… and so will we.”

Jack glanced over at her with a soft smile, wiping away the last trace of his tears. “You’re right. We’ll survive… barely.”

When they finally arrived at the hotel, they stepped into the room and were greeted by an almost eerie quiet. No baby cries, no sound machine, just silence. For the first time in what felt like forever, they weren’t on high alert for a diaper change or a feeding.

Jack tossed his bag onto the couch and stretched out, taking in the peace. Maryse wandered over to the window, gazing out at the city lights, and let out a long, relaxed sigh.

After a moment, she turned to him, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Is it selfish that I’m kind of loving how quiet it is right now?”

Jack grinned, walking over to her and wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. “Not at all. I was about to say the same thing. It’s weird… but nice.”

She leaned back against him, closing her eyes. “I didn’t realize how much I missed this. Just… breathing, without having to worry about anything.”

“Yeah,” Jack agreed, resting his chin on her shoulder. “But I give it a couple of hours before we start missing the chaos.”

Maryse laughed softly, knowing he was right. “Probably. But for now… I’m going to enjoy every second of this.”

“Me too.” Jack said as he started to walk her backwards towards the bed.

“I love you, M” He whispered, as they were now sitting on the bed. Jack leaned closer to Maryse, with the intention of kissing her. Maryse never let it happen, instead choosing to push his shoulders until he fell back onto the bed.

“Yuck.” Maryse said with a wicked smile, climbing onto his lap and kissing him deeply, his hands running over her body in a way she knew that they wouldn’t be making the dinner reservations. And she was okay with that.

Jack, always liking to be in control, flipped Maryse over on her back and swiftly pulled her skirt along with her underwear down her legs and kicked off his pants.

Maryse spread her legs as wide apart as she could, looking up at Jack. He looked like he was a starving man and she was a hot meal. She would be lying if she didn’t want him to devour her. Jack pushed her back, leaning down between her legs and breathing over her clit, the cool heat hitting her just right.

She gasped loudly, unable to shove his head down there as his hands came up to pin her arms down on the bed, his mouth on her pussy. Maryse moaned loudly, tilting her head back, squeezing her eyes shut tightly.

“You’re so wet for me, baby.”

Maryse was wet as soon as started kissing, she couldn’t deny it. They had a very healthy sex life, but ever since having kids, they don’t have sex as often as they would like to now.

Jack pulled away slightly, moving to kiss her knee before softly biting on the inside of her thighs, going back to breathe her in before moving away to kiss and bite her other leg. Maryse moaned again, raising her hips only to have Jack wrap his hands around her waist and pin her down. She wanted to cry, she needed him.

“Please,” She practically whined, quickly pulling her shirt over her head and unhooking her bra and tossing it aside so she could cup her breasts. “Jack please.”

Jack smirked, pulling away completely and sitting up on his knees. He shook his head as he watched her play with her nipples.

“Why the rush? We have all the time in the world.”

Maryse groaned, loving and hating when he teased her. “Please! I need you now…”

“I love taking my time with you, M.” Jack moved his hands up her body, pushing her hands away so he could pinch her nipples.

Jack then cupped her face, stroking her cheek with his index finger and staring down at her before leaning down to kiss her, their tongues fighting one another.

When Maryse finally felt breathless from all the kissing, Jack finally pulled away. He moved down to tease her breasts and nipples and then eventually made his way down.

Jack kept her on edge, fingering her and nibbling on her clit, alternating the nibbles with flat licks of his tongue & then flicks of the tip, and every time she was about to reach her orgasm he would stop, only to wait until she came back down so he could start the process all over again. Maryse was beginning to think he hated her.

At one point Maryse found herself actually sobbing, her hands clawing at Jack’s arms that were pinning her down, begging for him to please, please let her cum. He just laughed, “I love you.” and pressed a kiss to her clit and carried on as before.

Her thighs were shaking and her body was coated in sweat when Jack finally put her out of her misery and licked at her clit, two fingers stuffed into her pussy and his thumb pressing against her asshole.

Maryse came with a shout, her voice hoarse from all the begging and pleading and Jack sat up between her legs, a wild look on his face and his chin dripping with all of her juices. He let go of her hands and she surged forward, kissing him and tasting herself.

Jack fucked her mouth with his tongue, rubbing their tongues together so she would taste herself and pinching her nipples. He pulled away eventually and stroked himself a few times, watching Maryse.

“Get down.” he mumbled, turning her around and shoving her head down so he could enter her in one swift motion. Her back arched beautifully and he spanked her left cheek before moving to do the same to the right, alternating between grabbing and spanking at her cheeks.

Maryse was moaning loudly, pressing her ass back with each stroke and matching Jack’s movements, her pussy hot and tight and just perfect in this position. Jack gripped the back of her hips tightly, fucking into her. She was sure that she would have bruises in the morning.

“I could be inside you forever.” Jack groaned, burying himself further inside her.

“You’re the love of my life.” Jack found himself repeating sweet nothings as he kept the pace lost in the moment. His hands roamed over Maryse's back, but something tugged at him. He paused for a second, then gently flipped her over so he could see her face. He needed to see her—her beautiful, familiar expression that always left him breathless.

“Open your eyes.”

As their eyes met, a rush of emotions hit him. He hadn’t realized just how much he missed being with her like this, without any distractions or exhaustion. “I missed you,” he murmured softly, as he entered inside her again, his voice low but full of meaning, as if those three words carried all the weight of the past months.

Maryse moaned and smiled up at him, her eyes a little glossy, and reached up to touch his cheek. “I missed you too,” she whispered back, her thumb brushing over his skin.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her lips, savoring the closeness they’d been craving for so long. Maryse’s legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his shoulders, gripping tight as he gave her slow, deep strokes.

“Oh my god,” Maryse whimpered as they came at the same time and as Jack emptied himself inside her.

Afterward, Jack collapsed on top of her, both of them breathless. He started to move, but Maryse quickly wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.

“Stay,” she whispered, her arms tightening around his back. She loved the feeling of his weight on her, grounding her in the moment, no matter how heavy he was. There was something about it that made her feel safe, connected.

Jack smiled against her neck, pressing a kiss to her skin. “I’m crushing you,” he teased softly, but he didn’t make any effort to move, knowing she wanted him to stay right there.

“I don’t care,” she murmured, her voice sleepy and full of contentment. “I like it.”

With a low chuckle, he shifted just enough to get more comfortable but stayed close, holding her until the two of them drifted off to sleep.

They were only asleep for about thirty minutes when Jack stirred, feeling the urge to use the bathroom. He groaned softly, not wanting to move, especially with Maryse still clinging to him. Slowly, he tried to untangle himself from her legs without waking her, but as soon as he moved, she mumbled something and tightened her grip.

“Babe, I gotta go,” he whispered, pushing her curls out her face. Maryse let out a small, sleepy protest before loosening her legs and letting him slip away.

“Hurry back,” she muttered, barely awake.

Jack smiled as he got up, walking to the bathroom. He glanced back at her, curled up in the sheets, and thought about how peaceful she looked. Even though it had only been a short nap, it felt like the best rest he’d had in a while.

When he walked back out the restroom, Maryse was now sitting up in the bed with the sheets tangled around her.

Jack leaned against the doorframe, putting on a mock-serious expression.

“So… when am I gonna see you again?” he teased, pretending like it was a one-night stand.

Maryse raised an eyebrow and smirked, playing along. “I don’t usually do second dates, you know,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “But maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you take me out sometime.”

Jack grinned, walking back over to the bed and flopping down beside her. “Well, in that case, I better make it count.” He leaned in, brushing a kiss against her cheek, and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him.

“Just don’t be late next time,” she added with a chuckle. “I’ve got high standards.”

He winked, pulling her closer. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Maryse let out a sigh of contentment. She stared up at the ceiling, her thoughts wandering. The silence was peaceful but strange after weeks of constant baby sounds. She shifted a little, looking over at Jack, who was lightly tracing patterns on her arm.

“I’ve been thinking,” she began softly, “about this new chapter of our lives… everything’s changing so fast, and I kinda feel like I want a change too, you know? Like maybe I should do something different… maybe get blonde streaks in my curls or something.”

Jack raised an eyebrow, glancing over at her with a teasing smirk. “Blonde streaks, huh? You know you just got that curl treatment not too long ago ’cause you were freaking out about losing them after the babies were born.”

She laughed, rolling her eyes at him. “I know, I know. But it’s just… I don’t know, I feel like I need to mark this new era somehow. Something fresh.”

He playfully tugged on one of her curls. “Babe, your curls are already perfect. But if blonde streaks are what you want, do it. Just don’t blame me when you miss your natural look in two weeks.”

Maryse smiled, feeling comforted by his support but also amused by his teasing. “You’d miss my wild curls too,” she teased back, poking his chest lightly.

“Absolutely,” he replied, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “But I’m down for whatever makes you feel like yourself. Just don’t go too crazy,” he added with a chuckle.

She sighed contentedly, resting her head on his chest. “I don’t know, maybe I just want something that feels like… me again. After everything—pregnancy, the twins, life moving so fast—sometimes it’s hard to remember what that is.”

Jack watched her closely, sensing there was more behind her words than just hair. He knew her better than that. “You know it’s not the hair, right?” he said, shifting closer to her on the bed. “You don’t need blonde streaks to feel like yourself.”

She frowned slightly, turning her eyes to him. “What do you mean?”

“I think what you’re really missing is the music,” he said, his tone gentle. “That’s where you feel like you. Not in some hair color. You’ve been talking about wanting to get back in the studio, and I think that’s what you need.”

Maryse sighed, her hand falling to her side. She hadn’t admitted it fully to herself, but she knew he was right. Since giving birth, there had been so much focus on the twins that she hadn’t made time for her own creative outlet. She felt a pang of guilt, wondering if it was selfish to even think about it.

“You think I should?” she asked, her voice quieter now.

“I know you should,” Jack reassured her, brushing his fingers across her cheek. “The music’s always been your way of finding yourself again. And it’s been way too long.”

She gave him a small smile, appreciating how well he understood her. “Maybe you’re right… it’s time.”

He grinned. “Of course I’m right. But if you still want to go blonde, I won’t stop you.”

She laughed softly, leaning into his touch. “Ok good because I still want to do it.”

***

The next morning, as they were lounging in bed, enjoying the last few moments of peace before the day started, Maryse reached for her phone. “I’m gonna FaceTime your mom, just to check on the babies,” she said, already dialing.

Jack stretched out beside her, eyes still half-closed. “They’re fine,” he mumbled. “Mom’s got them.”

“I know, but I miss them,” she replied, the call already ringing. A moment later, his mom’s face appeared on the screen, and she gave them a warm smile.

“Good morning! Look who’s up early,” his mom said with a laugh. Then she turned the camera toward the twins, who were lying on a blanket, kicking their little legs.

“Hi, my babies!” Maryse cooed into the phone, her voice softening as she watched Noah and London. “Mommy and Daddy miss you so much.”

Jack leaned in, half-smiling at the screen. “They behaving?”

Maggie nodded. “Oh, they’ve been angels. Just had their bottles and are already playing. But you two, stop worrying about them. Enjoy your time together!”

Maryse smiled but couldn’t help asking, “Noah slept okay? He didn’t wake up too much last night, did he?”

His mom waved off her concern. “He did great. Didn’t wake up until early this morning. You don’t need to worry about a thing.”

Jack chuckled, kissing Maryse on the shoulder. “See? Told you. They’re in good hands.”

Maryse sighed, giving the twins one last look. “Okay, okay. We’ll see you later, then. Love you guys.”

“Love you too,” his mom said before hanging up.

Maryse put the phone down and turned back to Jack, who grinned at her. “Feel better?”

She nodded, smiling softly. “Yeah… but I still miss them.”

They stayed locked up in the hotel room all day only leaving to grab lunch. When they got back to the hotel, Maryse collapsed onto the bed, letting out a deep sigh. She stared up at the ceiling for a moment before rolling over to look at Jack, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone.

“You know,” she began softly, “I was thinking… do you think it’d be okay if we went home early? I miss them already.”

Jack paused, setting his phone aside. He looked at her with a small smile. “I thought you’d never ask,” he said, clearly relieved. “I’ve been missing them too.”

Maryse smiled, feeling her heart warm at his words. She had enjoyed their alone time, but something about being away from their babies felt incomplete. “Let’s go home,” she said quietly.

Jack stood up, grabbing his jacket. “Let’s do it,” he said, his voice lighter now that they’d both admitted what they were feeling.

They packed up their things quickly, eager to be back with their twins. As they headed out of the hotel, Maryse couldn’t help but laugh. “We didn’t even last 24 hours away from them.”

Jack grinned, shrugging. “I’m okay with that.”

Within minutes, they were on their way home, excitement bubbling up in both of them at the thought of seeing their babies again.

When they walked through the door, Maggie raised an eyebrow, her arms crossed with a teasing smile. “What are you two doing back already? Didn’t you have a whole weekend planned?”

Maryse and Jack exchanged sheepish grins, walking straight toward the twins, who were lying on a play mat. “We missed the babies too much,” Maryse admitted, bending down to scoop up London.

Jack chuckled, picking up Noah and immediately showering him with kisses. “Yeah, we didn’t last,” he added, pressing his lips to Noah’s chubby cheeks. “We couldn’t help it.”

His mom laughed, shaking her head. “You two are hopeless. It’s only been a day!”

But Maryse and Jack were too busy covering their babies with kisses, making soft cooing sounds as the twins giggled in response. “Did you miss us?” Maryse whispered to London, her eyes soft as the baby girl gurgled.

Jack gave Noah one last kiss on the forehead before looking over at Maryse. “Next time, we’ll try to last longer,” he joked, glancing at his mom. “Maybe.”

Maggie rolled her eyes playfully. “I’ll be here when you’re ready to try again.”

After a few moments of smothering their babies with affection, Maryse looked over at Jack and smiled. “Let’s swap,” she said softly.

Jack grinned and nodded. “Deal.” He carefully passed Noah to Maryse and reached out to take London from her arms. They cradled their new little ones, and Maryse immediately kissed Noah’s forehead, holding him close. “Hey, big guy. Did you miss me?” she whispered, gently bouncing him as he cooed in response.

Meanwhile, Jack held London with the same care, pressing his lips to her tiny hands. “Your brother got all the attention for a second, but now it’s your turn,” he murmured, smiling down at her. London looked up at him with wide eyes, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, Daddy missed you too.”

They both took turns doting on the twins, alternating between soft kisses and playful chatter, completely wrapped up in the moment. Maggie and Brian stood back with a slight shake of their heads watching with amused smiles as Maryse and Jack showered their grandchildren with love.

Turning to his parents, they smiled gratefully. “Thank you so much for watching them,” Maryse said, her voice full of sincerity. “We really needed that time together… even if we couldn’t last the whole weekend.”

Jack chuckled, still holding London tightly. “Yeah, we tried. But we missed them too much,” he added, looking down at his parents. “Seriously though, we appreciate you stepping in. It was nice to have some quiet, even if it was just for a bit.”

His mom waved them off, smiling knowingly. “We get it. But don’t worry about cutting it short—you two deserved the break.”

His dad chimed in, “And you know we’re always here to help. Anytime you need us.”

Maryse and Jack exchanged a glance, both grateful to have such supportive family around them.

***

an: this was super duper long but I feel like it was needed 🤭 and since this was so long I need everyone to tell me what their favorite part(s) were!! Thx for reading 🥰

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Second Chances (part 2)

Warnings: angst. angst. angst. strong language.

Synopsis: It’s six years later and both of your beautiful twin daughters are thriving. Jack went off to Atlanta and missed out on their lives he didn’t even know that you went through with the pregnancy, but he’ll soon find out.

⭐️ None of this content is accurate or portrays these people in real life. I make references to real places and people, but this is simply a work of FICTION. I would love to hear your opinions and critiques. Enjoy 🫶🏽.

A/N: This is way longer than I expected, it’s like 3k+ words oopsies, but let me know how y’all like it.

Part 1 Here

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Nine long months after being left to deal with your pregnancy on your own, you gave birth to your girls, Oaklyn and Emery. To say your pregnancy was rough would be an understatement. From the morning sickness all throughout your pregnancy, your emotions being all out of wack and constantly crying over Jack, and on top of that finding out you were pregnant with twins which meant you were now at a higher risk for complications, you were seriously going through it. You had your grandma and doctors in your ear constantly telling you to rest and stop stressing so much, but no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t. You were so scared. When Jack walked out of your life you had no idea how you were going to take care of a baby alone, let alone two at once. But you did it. You raised your beautiful baby girls for six years and you and the girls were happier than ever.

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Jack and Urban left for Atlanta without you all those years ago. You never told Jack that you went through with the pregnancy, and you made sure everyone that knew never posted any pictures of them or talked about them on social media or around people that knew Jack. After a few long weeks you finally found the strength to block Jack on everything, you even went as far as to block Jack's parents and all of his friends. Looking back on it now that probably wasn’t the best decision, but you were hurting and you’d be damned if you let Jack anywhere near the kids he chose to leave behind. The only people who knew about your pregnancy were your grandma and your best friend Alyssa, and you even put your pride aside and let your parents know, even though you didn’t have the best relationship with them.

As the years went on it got harder to avoid Jack and people who were associated with him, hell the whole world was becoming familiar with Jack. Even though you had Jack blocked, you could never fully escape him, he was the talk of the town, the whole city of Louisville was talking about Jack. This had you on edge constantly paranoid that someone would recognize you and learn about your kids and it somehow getting back to Jack. But after two long years of living in fear, you decided that you weren’t going to let Jack destroy your dreams while he got to live out his. You had planned to go to college in Atlanta, but never ended up going for obvious reason, but you finally felt that it was time to let go of some of that fear and chase after what you wanted. So you packed up you and your kids and moved to Atlanta. You knew this was a risky move, moving to the same state and city that your ex, who also happened to be your babydaddy, lived in. You didn’t care though, you had worked your ass off since Jack left you.

You worked since finding out you were pregnant and was back at it a few weeks after giving birth. You knew you were going to need money to provide for you and your kids, so you took up multiple part-time jobs and even babysat on the side for some extra money, and a bonus was that you got to spend time with kids and learn a lot about how to take care of them since that’s what you’d be doing for the next 18 plus years. Your grandma and Alyssa would watch the kids which you were extremely grateful for. You and Alyssa’s relationship had grown so much since highschool, she was truly your best friend, so much so that you both agreed to move in together. When you packed up for Atlanta she packed up right with you.

You knew moving to a new state with toddlers was going to be a challenge, but at least you had Alyssa by your side. It didn’t take you long to settle in Atlanta. You, Alyssa, and the twins moved to a beautiful 4-bedroom apartment, which was perfect for the four of you. You decided on doing college online, pursuing a business and entrepreneurial degree, and got a job at a bar. You’d work night shifts so you could be home with your kids during the day, and do your work for school. Alyssa would work morning and evening shifts and when she got home sometimes she’d watch the kids, but you had found a nanny for the girls, who was always happy to come over at any time which you were extremely grateful for.

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Alyssa came home from her shift at the salon, and you had the night off, which you loved so much. On your days off you could spend your night with your three favorite people instead of being surrounded by careless drunks. You were entirely expecting to sit around in the living room and watch movies and eat snacks with your kids and your best friend and just relax, but you were shocked when Alyssa suggested that you two go out that night.

“Come on Y/n, we’ve been here for six months and neither of us have done anything but work and come home. We should go out and try to make some connections and some friends,” Alyssa pleaded.

“What about Emery and Oaklyn? What if we run into Jack? Working and coming home aren’t that bad, I enjoy being home. We've gotten into a good routine,” you told her.

“Call over the nanny, she's always willing to watch the kids whenever, and stop worrying about Jack even if we do run into him he'll probably be too busy to even notice us. We need to break out of our routine a little and make some friends. I love you but I really want other people to talk to and hang out with, you know. It’ll help us feel more comfortable knowing we have more people to go to other than just ourselves.”

“Okay, fine but if this night goes terrible I’m never going out again,” you said sarcastically (not really).

“Great, call the nanny and let’s go get ready!”

You called over Noelle and she was happy to come over and watch the kids. You and Alyssa got ready just on time for Noelle to arrive. You opened the door and hugged her and told her you’d be back in a couple hours and she was welcome to sleep over. And with that you left and went off to the club.

You and Alyssa had, had a few drinks and were currently tipsy drunk and dancing on each other when you heard an unfamiliar voice beside you.

“Ouu girl you tryna come dance on me like that?” a man said half jokingly, but it made you and Alyssa very uncomfortable and you both gave him a dirty look. He put his hands up in defense and quickly realized he fucked up.

“Sorry, I thought you were some of my friends that I came with, guess I'm a little too tipsy,” he laughed.

“By the way my name is Druski, are you ladies new around here, I have never seen you guys here before,” he asked the two of you.

You looked at Alyssa, not knowing what to say. You were shy, you always have been. Alyssa took that as her que to introduce the both of you since she wasn’t shy at all really.

“Yeah we are actually, well we moved here six months ago, but this is our first time really getting out of the house and trying to meet new people,” Alyssa told him.

“Well shit if you’re looking for some new friends I'd be happy to introduce you to some of my other friends that I’m here with, you guys can come and sit up in our section if you want.”

“That sounds good, and thank you,” Alyssa said before Druski turned and led you guys up to his section where there were two women and a man sitting around and chatting amongst each other, whilst sipping on their drinks.

“Essence, Amara, Tae, this is…”

“I’m Alyssa and this is Y/n,” Alyssa said, giving the small group a friendly smile.

“I just met them downstairs, they’re new around town and looking to meet some new people and make friends so I thought I'd introduce them to y’all,” Druski explained.

This was the start of beautiful, and extremely close friendships. You, Alyssa, Essence, and Amara became the infamous friend group of four. You were all basically best friends and would hang out almost everyday, they’d be over at your apartment most of the time and you included going out to the club on weekends into your routine. You even became really close with Druski, he was like a big brother to you, he was truly the funniest person you knew. You loved all of them, but this new friendship would lead to your secret being exposed. Because while Dru was also getting extremely close to you, he was getting extremely close to Jack and neither of you knew.

4 years later (6 years after Jack leaving)

Druski had invited Jack and some of their mutual friends over to his house just for a little get together. And as usual Dru was trying to play matchmaker.

“Yo Jack, you think you’d be down to go on a date with one of my friends?” dru asked.

“You know I’m not looking for a relationship right now, but I guess a little date won’t hurt,” Jack laughed and Dru joined in.

“Yeaa, that’s the spirit, but I just wanna let you know that she is a single mother, but she has her own business and a college degree and she’s out here doing the thing. But it might take a little bit to break through the barrier she has set up. Her baby daddy left her when he found out she was pregnant,” Dru told Jack.

“What a piece of shit, but like I said it’s just a little date nothing too serious. What’s her name and what does she look like?” Jack asked

“Her name is y/n and thi-“

“What?” Jack interrupted before Dru could even finish his sentence. Jack and Urban shared this knowing look and Jack gulped, all of a sudden he was feeling sick. It couldn’t be you, could it? There’s no way. Dru lifted his phone to Jack and it was a picture of you and Alyssa at the opening of your own salon.

“She’s the one on the right. Yo, why do you look like you’ve just seen a ghost?” Dru laughed and asked Jack.

“Nothing. How old is the kid?”

“They’re six.”

“They?”

“Yea… I forgot to mention that she is a single mother of two. She has twins.”

Jack was silent. The memories of that day he found out you were pregnant flooded his mind. The kids were six that matched up perfectly with the timeline. He never knew you went through with the pregnancy. He honestly just assumed you hadn’t since she hadn’t said anything, he didn’t expect you to keep it from him.

“Jack…?”

“Look dru. What I’m about to tell you, you cannot tell a soul. And I apologize in advance because I know she’s your friend. But I think those might be my kids. Right after graduation me, her, and urban made plans to move out here to atlanta, and a few days before we were supposed to leave she told me she was pregnant and I panicked. I left her. I honestly thought she hadn’t went through with the pregnancy, but I guess I was wrong, she just never told me,” Jack admitted and the whole atmosphere of the room shifted.

“Why would she tell you? You left her, and her kids,” Dru said, he was visibly annoyed.

“I don’t know I just thought maybe she’d let me know because they are my kids too. But regardless, you think you can give me her address?”

Dru scoffed. He couldn’t believe what his friend was asking of him right now.

“Are you serious? I’m sure the last person she wants to see or talk to is you. What you did was really fucked up Jack. I never expected that from you.” Dru told him truthfully.

“Look I know I’m asking for a lot, but in order to try and make things better I need to talk to her, and I can’t do that if I don’t know where to find her. Please Dru.” Jack begged.

“Okay, but if you fuck this up more than you already have, I swear. There I just sent it to you, don’t fuck this up Jack.”

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It was the next day and you decided you were going to go into the salon a little later today so that you could sleep in. And it was a Saturday so the kids didn’t have school. It was around 9 am when you heard a knock at your front door. You tried to just ignore it because who could be knocking at your door this early in the morning, but whoever was on the opposite side of the door wasn’t letting up. You pulled yourself from out of bed and made your way to the door. You didn’t even ask who it was you just swung the door open in annoyance and asked what they wanted. But when you saw who was on the opposite side of that door you were in disbelief.

“Jack? How the fuck did you find me ? Why are you here?” You asked him in one breath you were so nervous, you felt like you could throw up any minute.

“Yesterday Dru had tried to set me up on a date and when he told me with who he showed me a picture of you. He told me you had twins and how the dad had left. And I realized he was talking about me. I’m sorry I know it’s early, but can we please talk y/n?”

You scoffed and tried to shut the door on him, but he stopped you by reaching out and putting his hand on the door.

“Please,” he asked again.

That’s when you heard the voice of one of you kids yelling for you down the hall.

“Wait here, we can talk but just wait here for a minute,” you told him and shut the door.

“MOMMY!!” Oaklyn and Emery came running at you clearly full of energy.

“What are you doing up girls? I have something to take care of so can you go sit in your room for a little until I come and get you?”

“Yes,” they said and you both made your way to the girls room. After the girls were settled in their room you ran to Alyssa’s room to wake her.

“Alyssa…Alyssa!” you whisper screamed at her.

“Whatttt, it’s too early y/n”

“Yea, well Jack somehow found me and he’s at the front door asking to talk. Can you please go sit in the room with the girls while I talk to him in the living room? I don't want him to see them.”

“Oh my god, um yea c'mon. If things go south and you need me to beat his ass call my name,” she agreed.

Alyssa made her way to the girls room to keep them occupied while you headed back to the front door. You opened it and stepped inside to let Jack through and you led him over to the living room. You were both sitting on opposite couches facing eachother.

“You wanted to talk, so talk,” you told him.

“When dru told me about you and the kids I was a little shocked that you hadn’t told me that you went through with the pregnancy. It hurt to find out from someone else that i’m a dad to two girls that I never got to meet. I wanna see them, Inwanna meet them.”

“You have actually got to be kidding me. And a dad? You are not their dad, you made that clear when you walked out of my house six years ago and told me ‘you didn’t want anything to do with the baby.’ Do you fucking remember that or did that get lost somewhere in that brain of yours? WHY THE FUCK WOULD I LET YOU SEE MY KIDS THAT I WAS FORCED TO RASIE ON MY OWN BECAUSE YOU COULDNT GROW SOME BALLS AND OWN UP TO YOUR RESPONSIBILITIES!?,” you were so frustrated and angry with him that you were now yelling. He had some nerve coming here.

“You chose fame over your kids a long time ago, you don’t get to just show up some six years later and expect to come back into my life, in my kids life and act like nothing happened. You have some nerve, you haven’t even apologized to me about leaving me and you want to meet the children you walked out on? You missed their first steps, their first words, you missed watching them grow up. You weren’t there by my side while I was in labor for 18 hours in pain crying and wishing you were there. You weren’t there to raise them, so you do not get to call yourself a dad. You are no dad, let's be honest, the only thing you are is a sperm donor and a piece of shit!” You got up to walk away but he grabbed onto your arm.

“You can’t keep my kids from me. I know wasn’t there and I know I fucked up but I’m here now and I’m ready to step up and be a dad now. I’m sorry for leaving, I’m sorry I left you to do it all alone, I was young and stupid and I feel bad, but please just let me make it up to you. Let me show you that I can be the dad they deserve, let me meet them. It doesn’t have to be today, but please don’t keep them from me,” Jack practically begged you.

“Jack…let go of me. And get the fuck out of my house! NOW.” You pulled your arm from out of his grip and ran to the girls room and shut the door behind you. You sat on the floor crying, filled with emotion, against the door waiting to hear your front door open and close like you had six years ago. When you finally heard it, ironically you felt like a huge weight just lifted off your shoulders, the exact opposite feeling of how you felt when he walked out of your life all that time ago, but now you were praying he left and left for good this time.

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Should you let Jack meet the kids or continue raising them on your own…🤷🏽‍♀️?

A/N: Also if you want to start being tagged in my posts you can message me or send me an ask, kk bye besties 🫶🏽.

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[halfmoondaze]

can u do one where he forgets it’s her birthday

You Should Have Been Here

This was supposed to be the happiest day but instead, you found yourself locked in your guest bathroom while everyone else was having the best time celebrating your birthday.

You were surrounded by your closest friends and family members, who made time out of their busy schedules to show up and others even flew out to see you. But there was someone who was still missing.

You were whipping away your tears when there was a knock on the door.

You took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Hey, we were missing you out there. Any news from Jack?”

Your face immediately shifted.

“Babes, what’s wrong?” Y/F/N asked.

“Can you please….shut the door?” you managed to say as you felt your voice breaking.

She quickly entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her before turning to you.

“Hey, what’s the matter?”

You looked down and shake your head ‘no’, trying not to start crying.

And just like that she put the pieces together.

“Hey, it's ok” she softly said and embraced you.

You couldn’t take it anymore and burst into tears.

“He said he’ll be here” you whispered.

“Maybe something came up and he’s rushing to get here” she said trying to remain positive.

“I don’t think so” you slowly pulled away from her. “He didn’t even text me or called me to say ‘happy birthday”

“What?”

You just nodded in response.

“Y/N I’m so sorry”

“It’s fine. I should get back before everyone else starts to worry”

“Alright, but let me fix your makeup first so you don’t have to answer any awkward questions”

In the meantime, Urban who was at the party was growing annoyed at Jack for not answering any of his texts or calls; or even bothering to show up.

“Guys, have you heard from Jack?”

They all shrugged.

Then when he glanced at the hallway, he saw you walking out with Y/F/N and then he knew something was not right.

You managed to do the performance of her life, as you put on your best face for everyone else.

As you walked back to the Livingroom you were surprised by all your friends, as all the lights were turned off and everyone was singing happy birthday to you and filming you while one of your friends walked over to you with a birthday cake.

Urban, on the other hand, managed to sneak out of the house party without being noticed and drove off to Jack’s place.

After ringing the doorbell for what felt like the 10th time, Jack finally opened the door.

“Hey”

“Busy much?” he said with a pissed tone in his voice.

Jack was taken aback by Urban’s sudden mood.

“What?”

“I was calling you a bunch of times”

“Well sorry, I was in the studio” he said nonchalantly as he let Urban inside while he walked to his kitchen.

“So, is that why you didn’t even bother to show up?”

Jack stopped in his tracks and turned to Urban.

“What are you talking about?”

“Do you remember what day is today?”

“Saturday?”

“It's Y/N’s birthday”

His face fell off as he stared into an empty space for a few seconds.

“No, it’s not. I could never forget it…” he said starting to panic as he pulled up his phone and looked at the date.

Then he came to the realization.

“Fuck” he said running his hands through his curls in frustration.

“Yeah”

“I-”

“You better go over there now before you lose your girl”

Jack wasted no time and walked out to his car and drove off to your place.

When Jack arrived at your place, it was too late. All the lights were off.

He sighed to himself.

He quietly walked to your front door and rang the doorbell.

When you opened the door, he saw you in your pajamas looking disappointed.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t make it”

“I’m sorry too” you softly said before closing the door on him.

[heckyeahjackharlow]

Interurban Love (Jack Harlow Fanfic)

Jack Harlow decides to stop into a humble small business suit shop on the outskirts of the city.

Quick read (more parts to come if there’s a yummy response rate)

749 word count

“Hey, wake up!” Mark, April’s uncle and also the store manager slammed his hand against the checkout desk, where April stood as he made his way towards the back of the house. He was running late, and she knew exactly why by the look of his newly twisted dreadlocks. She needed a new look herself, but was happy with her naturally curly hair especially since the winter months were approaching. She was nearly falling asleep on the job. Another slow ass Sunday at Interurban Lux — a hot spot for wannabe hotshots. Although the store was geared towards luxury looks for men, April was usually met with nothing other than high school students who were just window shoppers. It didn’t help that the location sat right on the outskirts of the city. She respectfully straightened her stance and worked on displaying her fake smile to a room full of ghosts. There was literally no one there and with two hours left before the store closed she wanted nothing more than to go home.

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April was in the middle of dusting off a few mannequins, her back turned towards the entrance, when the doorbell rang signaling a customer. Of course the last thirty minutes of the day! “Hi there, we’re closing in thirty min…” Her voice trailed off as a handful of men stepped inside.

Mark made his appearance known, entering the room just as jolly as can be. Probably happy that he’s actually getting business for once… or preparing for some sort of robbery.

“Hey fellas! How can I help you all today?” They spoke in a hushed tone so it was hard for April to make out anything that was being said. She inched closer to possibly assist and noticed a shaggy haired, slim fair skinned guy in black sweatpants and a hoodie, who appeared to be hiding and keeping to himself. Great, another kid needing a suit for a dance. Assuming the least, she went back to her closing duties and let her uncle handle the transaction. “Sure, we can take care of Mr. Harlow here with no problem.”

Harlow? Wait, come to think of it from what little features she could make out of the guy he did look like… Jack Harlow! What was he doing waaaay out here? As if to be discreet, Mark led the fellas to one of the more private rooms in the back. It wasn’t until moments later that he called April back there. “Yes sir?” April asked, her nervous energy beginning to form.

He smiled at her while handing her an iPad to take down measurements, “We have Mr. Jack Harlow here. He needs a suit for a very special event and he chose us to get the job done for him.”

She tried to sound as calm, cool, collected and professional as possible, “Great. I’ll be here to assist in whatever way I can.”

She smiled over at Jack who honestly looked drained, but still responded gratefully, “Thank you. I appreciate y’all taking the time, I know you close in 15 minutes.” He stood and stretched a bit. “Personally, I like a good double breasted suit. Double the breast, double the style.” Jack stated with a cheesy smile.

April giggled, “Noted.”

***

For the next 20 minutes Mark and April did their due diligence on getting him measured properly. She didn’t know quite what to expect during this encounter but it was pleasant for once. Jack was funny and personable and possibly hitting on her…? Either way! What’re the odds that the two would run into each other again?

“Okay Jack,” Mark dropped the ‘Mr. Harlow’ bit as Jack requested during his fitting. “We’ll have that suit made for you and ready to go in a few days.”

“I appreciate it,” Apparently they were now on “family terms” because Jack brought Mark in for a brotherly dap. Meanwhile, April stood there with a smile. Jack smiled at her and held his arms open for a hug, “Bring it in.” And that she did. He stood taller than her, and smelled delicious. Embarrassingly enough, she almost didn’t pull away…

“One last thing. Do you mind if we get a picture with you? I think it would help our business tremendously.” Mark asked. He wasted no time whipping out his outdated android.

“For sure. Hey Bruce, snap a pic for us.” The three maneuvered themselves in front of their Interurban Lux sign, Bruce snapping their photo on the outdated android.

[a-moment-captured]

[princess-an]

People compare Jack Harlow to Drake saying that Jack took the Drake formula etc but when I look at Drake I don't wanna fuck him when I look at him👇

My legs will open immediately

Hs could be singing about how his tv don't work and id listen and start a petition to get his tv fixed.

[pixiedust0]

El Sueñito

❥𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 - 𝐼𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑．

❥𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 - 6.7𝑘

❥𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗��𝚜 - 𝑇𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟, 𝑗𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑗𝑎𝑐𝑘．

❥𝚃𝚠𝚘- 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖’𝚜 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎

❥𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝 - 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎

❥𝙰/𝚗: 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒. 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡．

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7 y/o

Even at a young age Dream believed in forever. She was taught to hold the people she loved close and never let them go. She knew her parents would never leave her they were her parents.

But she always feared her friends moving on and leaving her. Especially Jack, she never wanted to lose him. She had just got out of school sitting in the back of her dad’s car as he drove her to dance class. “Papì.” She looked out the window of the backseat watching the raindrops fall on the window.

“Yes princesa.” He gave her a quick glance as he focused on the road. “Can I get married.” He felt all the color drain from his face. She was still his little girl and the thought of her getting married and talking about it so soon shocked him. “No.” He spoke quickly shaking his head quickly.

“Why not.” Her tone came out as a whine, her bottom lip poking out. He tried to contain his laughter still trying to let her know he was serious. “You will never ever get married.” She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.

“But I want to marry jack.” His laugh he was trying to hold in finally escaped. His daughter tilted his head at her not understanding why he was laughing. He looked back at her and realized she was serious.

“Oh, why’s that.” He loved how kind and loving his daughter was. He knew he always made jokes about her and Jack getting married but he never realized how serious it could be. Jack was always over and he saw the little boy as his son.

He knew that jack would hold on to her as long as he could and so would dream. But the thought that dream wanted to marry him was surprising. “So we could be together forever.” She smiled at the idea playing with her hair.

“Marriage isn’t just about being together forever hija it’s about being in love.” He told her pulling in the parking lot of her dance studio. He turned off the car and got out opening the door for his daughter, helping her out. “I love jack.” She replied grabbing his hand as they walked in the building.

“Loving him and being in love with him is not the same thing.” He shook his head and helped her out her coat. Hanging it up on the hook and helping her take off her shoes. “I’m going to marry him.” She said brightly giving a kiss on the cheek racing out the lobby into the room her class was being held.

“If you say so hija.” He said more so to himself know that his daughter because she couldn’t hear him.

10 y/o

Marco couldn’t remember at time in the last few years where he didn’t feel sick. He never understood why. But when Isabella all but forced him to go get a check up he found his why.

Cancer

Marco had cancer and his first thought was dream. How would she react when she found out? Would he get to see her grow up? Once the doctor told him what is was it seemed like everything around him turned into white noise.

He saw him talking but he couldn’t hear anything. Isabella was no better she was sitting right next to him, missing her shift at the restaurant. Once they made it home all Marco do was stare at the floor.

Isabella tried her best to reassure him that everything would be okay. It was only stage two they could fight this but like back at the doctors office he couldn’t hear her. She asked Maggie to pick dream up from school, telling her she would explain later.

Once he heard the front door close and listened to the little footsteps making there was into the kitchen he snapped back into reality. “Hi mamí why aren’t you at work.” She sat her backpack on the kitchen table looking at her mother standing behind her sitting father.

“Why don’t you sit down dream.” She did have to be a genius to see her parents looked upset. As far back in her memory as dream could go she never seen them look so sad. “Am I in trouble if so Jack told me to do it.” If they had any strength to laugh at there daughter they would have.

“No princesa your not in trouble.” She looked between the both of them before finally pulling out a chair to sit. “Okay then what’s wrong?” She saw the way her mothers eyes filled with tears. The way her father eyes never left her own. “Papì’s is… um-“ Her mother spoke up but stop shortly after. Not being able to find the right words.

“I’m sick dream.” She looked at Marco suspiciously almost as if she was studying him. “You don’t look sick.” He sighed softly, closing his eyes for a few moments. There was no guide book on how to tell your kid that you have cancer.

“It’s not like a regular cold baby.” Her mother spoke up giving Marco’s shoulders a gentle rub. “Then what is it?” She didn’t understand and honestly no one suspected her to. She was just a little kid after all. “It’s the kinda of sick where he might not get better.” Isabella told her gently.

“The kind of sick mamí’s Papì had.” Isabella didn’t tell dream much about her parents only that her father had cancer and mother died of another kind of sickness. Dream really didn’t understand what any of that meant. “You have cancer.” It didn’t come out as a question more like a statement like she was finally understanding.

Marco didn’t have the heart to tell her yes so he just nodded his head instead. “Your going to die?” Both her parents eyes double in size at her question. “No, no one’s saying that.” Her mother rushed out.

“But that what happens right people get cancer and they die.” She sounded nothing they knew their daughter to sound like. She sounded so hallow and empty. “I could get better.” They watch as dreams eyes filled with tears. Threatening to spill down her face.

“What if you don’t what if you die and-.” Marco saw the way her breath quickened as if she was choking on her own air. “Come here.” He reached over as she rushed into his arms holding on for dear life. “I’m not going to die dream.” He softly calmed the sobbing girl in his arms.

“Promise?” She asked through broken sobs. He tried not to tense, he looked up at his wife who shook her head all but begging him not to answer. “I promise.” Isabella went to say something but stop once she noticed the way he looked at her.

They didn’t know what was going to happen to him but he saw no reason in scaring Dream more than he needed to.

“I’m never going to leave you Dream.”

11 y/o

Jack knew one thing for sure at ten years old. Dream was going to be in his life forever, and he would always keep it that way. Dream was all Jack could wish for in a friend and having urban with them the trio never split up.

They were together everyday at school and almost every day after school. That was until Dream met Ashley. Who she would be with most of the time at recess and during class. The only time they got to hangout with her was after school unless she had dance class.

Which she had most days, oh yeah and Ashley was in that too. He found the times he spent with dream by himself fading away as well. “Hey guys.” He turned around slightly to see dream walking over to him and urban as he stood by his locker.

They both ignored her approaching presence as they continued there small talk conversation. “Um hello did you not hear me.” She taped Jack’s shoulder once she finally reached him.

“Did you hear something urb.” He asked pulling his backpack out his locker. Placing a few notebooks inside. “Nope you.” Jack just shook his head closing his backpack and stood up throwing it over his shoulder. “Don’t be mean to me I’m right here.”

Her eyebrows furrowed at her friends confused what she had done. They had never treated her so cold before. “Oh now you want to talk to us.” Jack asked her turning around to face her. Urban standing slightly behind him watching the argument unfold.

“I always want to talk to you guys.” She laughed at the two. “Could’ve fooled us.” He pushed past her staring his journey to the front of the school urban and dream trailing behind. “What do you mean?” When dream didn’t understand something she got upset.

Which jack knew and he continued to push her buttons anyway. “Where’s your new best friend?” Once they made it outside on the sidewalk to wait for there parents he faced her.

“Who Ashley? I don’t know.” He could tell by the way she was looking at him she was getting mad. “Oh so you admit you’ve replaced us.” He yelled at her causing all the other kids around them to look.

“What no I didn’t!” Urban looked back and forth between the two nervously. Dream and Jack didn’t fight often or at all really. So watching them yell at each other like this was weird.

“Yes you did go hang out with her.” He rolled his eyes at her. She stood there for a few seconds glaring at him. “Fine I will.” She huffed and stormed away from the pair getting into the back of her moms car before pulling off.

“Do you think you were a little too mean to her?” Urban spoke up as he looked at his best friend. As he watched dreams car move farther away in the distance. “No.” He answered he was upset he was being replaced.

“She’s just making a new friend jack and plus she probably feels out numbered. She just might want a friend that’s a girl.” She tried to reason with his upset friend. “Whatever.”

“Dude.” He spoke through out laughs. “What” He was confused why urban was laughing at him. “Your jealous.” He poked his arm as Jack’s eyes widened. “No I’m not.” He rushed out. He just missed his friend why was that so hard for everybody to understand.

“Do you like her?” He whispered make sure no one was listening to him. “What no like dream that’s gross.” He shivered at the thought with a look of disgust on his face. “You do!” He yelled out a little louder than intended.

“No I don’t so shut up.” He snapped. Gripping the straps of his backpack. Jack like dream what no never. She was his friend and always would be, Nothing more.

…

Not that Jack regretted his choice by picking a fight with dream but he wasn’t happy. It had only been a couple days since they talked but he missed her. She avoided him in the hallways and even at home.

Urban had been begging him to apologize but he didn’t really know how. She hurt his feelings and sure he didn’t have to go and start a fight but he was mad. He finally had enough and decided that he man up and talk to her.

She was sitting on the steps of her front porch, picking the petals off a flower. He walked over sitting beside her, placing his backpack right next to him. “Hey.” He hesitantly spoke up after awhile.

“Oh your talking to me now.” She turned to look at him rolling her eyes once she saw his sheepish face. “I’m sorry I was mean.” She looked at him angrily for a few seconds before she finally released a sigh. She didn’t like being mad at him. It not like she was a lot.

But it didn’t change the fact that she missed him. “You hurt my feelings.” Her head fell to rest on his shoulder. He wrapped one of his arms around her pulling her into a side hug. “I know I didn’t mean it.”

“I won’t hang out with Ashley anymore if you and urby don’t want me to.” Dream really was a loyal friend, he knew that. Anything jack needed or asked her to do she would, but you wouldn’t see that until later.

“No it’s fine, We just miss you.” She smiled softly at this. She missed them to. She never really had a girl that was a friend before, so when she met Ashley and she liked the same things Dream did she just had to be her friend.

Her goal wasn’t to hurt her best friends but Jack and urban really didn’t understand her love for dance and she couldn’t blame them. She knew they tried their best. “How about we all hangout together she’s really cool you guys would like her.” He just nodded.

He didn’t like the thought of sharing Dream. He already had to do it with urban so adding someone else would only cut his time with her down more. But if it was what she wanted he would try. “I got you something.” He spoke up after awhile of sitting in silence. He pulled away for her and went to open his backpack.

“What is it?” He could see the excitement rolling off of her. He hid the present to his side a little, making sure she couldn’t see. “Close your eyes.” She did and held out her eyes for good measure. He placed the gift in her hands.

“Okay open.” Once she did she saw a medium sized pink stuffed bunny. She stared at for a few seconds taking it in. “Do you like it?” To be quite honest he had never seen dream so quiet. “I love it!” She pulled him into a hug holding on tightly. Everything was finally right again.

12 y/o

“I thought you had early dance class?” Jack mumbled turning away from the energetic girl jumping on his bed, throwing the blanket over his head. “It got cancelled.” She cheerfully said pulling the blanket off his face. She leaned over poking him. “Stop that.” He grumbled trying to grab his blanket. Her vice grip on it making it difficult.

“Come on you said I could show you my new costume for my competition.” She ripped the blanket all the way off him. “What time is it?” He asked her rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Almost noon.” She reached over to his nightstand handing him his glasses.

“How did you even get in here?” He grabbed his glasses from her placing them on his face. “The window.” She mumbled looking down slightly. His eyes transfixed on his open window looking back at dream. “I thought your mom told you to stop using the tree to climb from your house to mine?” Jack laughed getting out of bed, to put on pair of shoes.

“She’s went to work early at the restaurant I seized my opportunity.” She shrugged climbing on his bed to the open window. “She going to the competition?” Meeting her on the bed following behind her as she stuck her body out the window climbing on the strong branches. “She better she promised. She already missed seven of them.” She walked along one of the branches carefully grabbing on to a few as she made into her room.

Jack sighed at that he knew that Isabella loved seeing dream dance. It’s why she signed her up at three years old. He knew she didn’t like missing them but the restaurant had got busy lately seeing as they were short staffed. “You know she try’s Dream.” He told her as he took her outreached hand helping him off the tree and in her room.

“Not hard enough.” She rolled her eyes walking over to the black dress hanging on the back of her door to her bathroom. “It’s always the same excuse ‘Sueñito lo siento mucho Sabes que mamá lo hace lo mejor que puede, iré al siguiente.’ Like come on change it up once.” She shook her head grabbing the dress walking inside the bathroom cracking the door, so they could still talk.

Jack laughed at her taking a seat on her bed. “You know you sounded just like her right then.” He heard her giggle from behind the wooden white door giving him a funny feeling in his stomach which he just shook off. He had been getting that a lot recently around dream which he didn’t fully understand. Which is why he ignored it.

“It’s kinda easy when she says it to you seven times in a row.” He heard an unzipping noise meaning she must’ve just now starting to put on the costume. “Would you hurry up I’m bored.” He got up grabbing a basketball from the other side of the room. He sat back down tossing it up in the air and catching it. “Would you shut up I’m going as fast as I can.” She spoke zipping up the dress and opening the door walking out.

His concentration on the basketball seised not bothering to catch it as he looked at her. Making the ball fall to the ground bouncing a couple of times as his eyes never left her. Dream wasn’t a girly girl the only time she ever dressed like one was for a dance competition or something important. Most of the time it’s was baggy pants and hoodies.

Jack thought she was pretty either way I mean she’s his best friend. But right now there was something about his usually Tom boy friend wearing the most beautiful thing he had ever seen her wear that made that feeling in his stomach come back. “What do you think, you’ve been starring for awhile I look like an idiot don’t I?” She asked slowly shifting her weight from one foot to the next.

He shook his head quickly trying to talk over the lump in his throat. “No you just…um you look…” He couldn’t find the word he was looking for it was like all the words in the world had left his brain. “Geez Jack do I look that bad?” Her head fell looking at her sock covered feet. “N..No you look beau…beautiful D.” Something about they way he stuttered made her look at him.

“Thanks.” She smiled shyly to him. Walking over to sit next to him. “Ashley told me that Avery kissed her yesterday at school.” She blurted out to him making his head snap up to her. “No way.” He gasped out eyes widening. “Yeah apparently it sucked.” She giggled making him crack a smile. “Seriously?” He questioned shaking his head. “Yeah she said he kissed like a frog.” Dream grimaced.

The statement made jack wince. “God I hope I don’t kiss like that.” He shook his head looking at the baby pink walls of her room. “You wanna see?” She asked him looking at the side of his face. “What do you mean?” He gave her a confused look. “You can kiss me and I’ll tell you.” She shrugged like it was no big deal.

Which made Jack jump out of his seat standing in front of her. “What!” This was a huge deal to Jack. He had never kissed anyone before and neither had dream. “I can’t kiss you that weird!” He whispered shouted to her not knowing if her dad was home. “I don’t think so.” Her eyebrows pulled together giving him a confused look. “Dream you’re my best friend I’m not kissing you.” He shook his head pacing around the room.

“Fine I guess you’ll never know if you kiss like a frog then.” She snickered walking back to the bathroom to change. Once she closed the door he didn’t understand why he felt this wave of sadness. He made right decisions she was his best friend he couldn’t kiss her. Right?

…

“What do you mean you can’t come!” Dream screamed into the phone at her mom. “Sueñito lo siento mucho Sabes que-“ Before Isabella could finish her sentence Her daughter cut her off. “No you’re a liar! You promised you’d come it’s nationals! I hate you if you don’t come I will never ever talk to you again!” She yelled seeing Maggie’s eyes widen as she finished the braid in dreams hair.

Jack just gulped as he sat next to her. Jack knew dream loved her mom deeply. But he also knew that she only did dance for her and even though he didn’t know significance to ‘nationals’ he knew that only the best dancers got invited he knew it was a big deal. This would be her third time going and she had never one here before she always got beat out for first place by some girl named Stefani.

Ashley always came in third which she was fine with. No, dream was competitive she needed to beat Stefani even if it was only once. Eveytime she had always gone up against her (which was a lot seeing as they were the same age) she had always one. Dream hated it she hated her. She always rubbed dreams face in it.

“Hija-“ Before Isabella could reply Dream hung up the phone giving it to Maggie. “Dream..” Maggie stammered off not really knowing what to say. “Is my dad here?” Her voice quivered, her eyes welling up with tears as she looked at her self in the mirror in front of her. Maggie’s heart broke. Isabella had been working hard ever since they found out Marco had cancer. Insurance only covers so much and they had bills to pay.

She knew dream wouldn’t understand, she just wanted to make her parents proud. “Yeah he out there waiting in the audience.” She told her softly try to not make the little girl even sadder. “Thank you for helping me get ready Maggie….again.” She mumbled playing with her hands.

“No problem sweetheart…why don’t me and Jack go wait with everybody else while you go over your dance you go on in thirty minutes.” She smiled at the smaller girl pack up all dreams things. “I’m going to wait here with her.” Jack told his mom watching dream put on her ballet shoes. “Are you sure?” She asked unsure. “Yeah I’ll go to the seats before she dances.” He replied not really looking at his mom.

Which made her laugh softly. He looked completely mesmerized by his best friend who was wrapping her ribbons of her shoes around her legs. “Okay good luck dream.” She nodded as Maggie dragged all Dreams stuff making her way to the audience to sit down.

Jack watched dream rerun her dance over hundred time as he kept replaying the music. Once her thirty minutes was up they walked back stage. They watched Stefani’s dance on stage. They both had to admit she was good. Well better than good she was amazing.

He could tell dream’s confidence was shook by the way she pulled at the ends of her dress. “Hey you know you’re way better than her right?” He grabbed her hand away from her dress trying to bring her attention to him.

Although her eyes were glued to the girl on the stage. “Then why does she beat me every time?” Her tone was dry eyes following every move Stefani made. “So we’ll do something different this time to bring you good luck.” He told her making her look at him. “Like what?” her eyes rolling when she heard people began to clap when the music stopped.

“Kiss me.” He told her quickly looking over to the stage watching Stefani walk off looking back at dream who just looked at him blankly. She leaned up slightly kissing his cheek. Leaving a red kiss mark. “I’ve done that before and I still lost to her.” She spoke shanking her head at him.

She went to walk away waiting for them to call her name. When jack pulled her hand back causing her to be pulled closer to him. Before she could even speak to ask him what he was doing he grabbed her face with one hand and leaned and connected their lips. It was sweet simply kiss that only lasted five seconds. But dream knew one thing.

Jack did not kiss like a frog.

Once he pulled away that feeling in his stomach returned this time strong. “Good luck.” He smiled and walked away from her. Going to sit in the audience. Dream stood there blinking not moving she looked towards the stage on the other side she saw a wide eyed Ashley with her mouth open.

When jack made it back to audience he sat next to Marco it being the only open seat. He looked over at the boy his eyes going to the red lipstick mark on his cheek. Which he didn’t think too much about. Untill his eyes fell to the lipstick on his lips. His eyes widened a bit.

“Please welcome act number 76 Dream Santiago preforming dark hearts.” The announcer spoke as dream walked on to the stage standing in the middle posing waiting for her music to start. His eyes fell to her face see the red lipstick on her lips.

This made him chuckle lightly as he reached into his Back pocket. Helping a blushing Jack wipe off the lipstick marks as best as he could. Jack however stayed looking at the stage watching Dream. He thought she looked amazing. Her turns were sharp. Her feet were pointed. Her legs looked long and straight.Her facial expressions were on point to the music and her jumps were high.

Now he didn’t know what half of those words meant. He just remembered dream told him all those things were important. Once she was done and walked off the stage everyone got off up and cheered for her. Before she could take in account what happened she was dragged away by a hyper Ashley.

“Oh my god dude! You were amazing. Everything was perfect. Forgot all that sorry I tried you kissed jack!” She yelled the last part making dream slap a hand over her mouth. “Dude shush I don’t know he just kissed me.” She whispered looking around seeing if anyone was staring at them.

“Are you guys like dating and didn’t tell me!” Making dreams eyes go wide. “What! No I told him about you and Avery this morning and he said he hoped her didn’t kiss like that so I told him to kiss me he said no I let it go and then he kissed me to wish me good luck I guess.” She rushed out all in one breath.

“What does this mean?” Ashley asked her, her voice still low. “Nothing we’re best friends it was just a good luck kiss, a make sure I don’t kiss like a frog kiss.” She told her grabbing her hand walking to sit down in chairs backstage. “Did he?”she leaned in.

“No he definitely did not”

After making small talk and Ashley bringing up Jack kissing dream at least five more times. It was time for them to go back on stage for their age division. Her , Ashley and Stefani were all in the 12 to 15 age category this year which in itself was hard for them. Last year they were in 8 to 11 they were the bigger kids it was easier for them to win.

Now they were the younger ones but all that Dream cared about was making the top ten. Stefani wasn’t even a factor in her mind. All she kept thinking about was the fact that jack had kissed her he said it would bring her good luck.

“This is the scoring for our 12 to 15 age division, the will be crowned miss Starlight and receive five hundred dollars and will obviously be a national title holder and is automatically invited back to nationals next year.” The crowd cheered as everyone got ready for them to announce the winners.

“In tenth place number 64 Silence miss Ashley Moon.” As her name was call she immediately looked at dream bringing her into a hug, before quickly getting up and getting her trophy standing in line waiting for the others to be called. As time passed more and more girl got call standing in line holding their trophy’s smiling.

“In forth place, number 75 Cry miss Stefani Parks.” Dream felt all the color leave her body. Stefani got fourth place. She always beat dream. Always, and now she got fourth place and Dream hadn’t been called yet. She didn’t place.

“Oh no…poor dream.” Clay mumbled his face falling. Everyone’s heart ached for the girl and even though she tried not to show it her own heart broke. They all slightly fell back in their seats. Well, except jack he sat the edge. He believed in her he knew that she was amazing.

He knew she could beat Stefani that she could beat everyone. To him dream was the best dancer that ever lived. Even though she was twelve years old. Hey cut him slack he was young he didn’t know any better.

Dream just sat there her hands playing with ribbons of her shoes not even looking up as third and second place were called. “And our first place overall in the 12 to 15 age division being crowned miss energy number 76 Dark hearts….Dream Santiago.”

As soon as they said her number way before they even said her name Jack jumped out of his chair. “YES!” Everyone else getting up cheering for her as well. She felt her heart drop and she snapped her head up to look at everyone looking at her. She quick got up walking to her place in line.

They placed a tiara on her head giving her a sash to wear. Placing a trophy right next to her that was taller than her. She couldn’t believe it she looked at the crowd seeing her dad, Maggie,Brian and clay standing clapping for her. Her eyes falling to jack who was now standing in his chair jumping up and down with the biggest smile on his face.

Seeing him made her smile even wider if that was possible. But is soon faltered slightly when she noticed her mom wasn’t there. She had missed her performance and she had missed her win. “Ladies and gentlemen let give a round of applause to our winners.Take a bow girls.” All the girl bowed on stage. Once the applause was done all the girls walked off stage.

Waiting for the next age division to receive there awards. Ashley ran up to dream grabbing her in a hug. “You did it! You beat her.” Dream laughed at her best friend. “Great job you won to y’know?” She questioned pulling away from her. “You know I don’t care about this stuff.” She shrugged causing her friend to shake her head at her. “I’m gonna go find my moms good job dream!” She yelled running off to the main room of the building.

As dream started to walking to go find her own family, dragging her heavy ass trophy against the ground seeing as she couldn’t carry it Stefani stopped her. “Hey…I just wanted to say good job it was about time you won.” Giving her fake smile. “You too it’s about time you lost white girl.” Causing Stefani to scoff as dream just slow dragged her self and her trophy away.

It took about fifteen minutes to make it to the main room,having to stop now and then to catch her breath. Before she could even look around she was pushed on the ground someone jumping on top her rolling around on ground bringing her to a hug. “Ouch.” She landed on top of her attacker.

Then on holding on her tightly. “You did it.” Jack whispered to her him never letting go of her. “I thought you wanted to be a rapper not a football player.” He rolled his eyes at her comment, he loosened his grip not completely letting go but making it easier for her to breathe. She looked down at him a lazy smile on his face.

“Thank you.” She told him sweetly pecking his cheek leaving a mark. “W…what di..did I do?” His stuttering causing her to smile. “The good luck.” She replied kissing his other cheek. She got off him and dusted her self off and helping him up. “They’re my national winner.” Hearing Marco’s voice make her smile and turn around running into his arms.

He caught her picking her up wrapping his arms around her. “Estoy muy orgullosa de ti, princesa. Hiciste un trabajo increíble.”He whispered to her as a nine year old clay looked at his brothers face. “What happened to your face.” His parents looked at their oldest son face amused making him blush.

Today was hands down best day of dreams life. Until it wasn’t.“Did mamí come?” Dream asked the group making her father sigh. “I’m sorry princesa, no.” Her smile fell as she tucked her bottom lip in between her teeth.

“How about we all go to the restaurant and show her your win dream.” Brian told her,making her slowly nod to him. “But you’re carrying that.” She pointed to her trophy grabbing clays hand and walking out. Jack chasing after them.

…

The car ride to restaurant was quiet jack and dream in Marco’s car the other Harlow’s in their own. Once they made it Marco told the kids to wait in the car as he went in. They watched as he talk to host at the window before coming back out talking to Brian then getting in the car.

“Carmen said she left not that long ago to go see you dance, she might have just got there we’ll meet her at home.” She nodded at him as he made there way home the got out the car Marco putting the trophy in the living room for Isabella to see when she walked in.

…

Dream could tell you the exact day she realized true love wasn’t real. The way they painted it out in the story books, that shit didn’t happen in real life. Princesses weren’t perfect.

She thought they were, but after hearing her parents scream at each other for hours when she was supposed to be sleeping. She heard first hand that her mother wasn’t a princess she sounded like the evil queen. It was only a couple hours after her big win her mother just now getting home.

“I’m fucking tired Marco!” She jumped at the sound of her mother yelling. Isabella always tried her hardest to save face in front of her daughter. She never needed dream to hear or see this.

“Mi amor please just-.” Marco sounded so tired. All the chemo and radiation treatments were taken a toll on him. He was exhausted and sick everyday. “Do not tell me to calm down.” Her mother cut him off. She sounded so angry.

She curled up close to her window holding the stuffed pink bunny jack and gotten her for as an apology. Trying to decide if she should plan her escape or not. “Can we not fight.” He sighed, his words coming out strained.

“We never fight it’s always your to tired you just got back from the hospital, what about me what about what I want.” She flinched at every word. Sure her mom yelled at her occasionally when she did something rebellious.

But in all her elven years, she had never seen her yell at her dad.“I don’t understand, I thought you had everything you wanted?” His words came out as more of a question. She looked out her window, which was a straight across from Jack’s. A tree in the middle connecting the two.

To see if he was still awake. She didn’t know how late it was but he always made her feel better when she was sad. His light was off so she knew he was sleeping.“I don’t! We have everything you want you inconsiderate selfish bastard.” Her eyes widened, this was not right.

“Isabel-“ This was not like her mother at all and by the tone of her father’s voice he noticed it too. Maybe she was stressed she had been working at the restaurant a lot more to cover Marco’s hospital bills. Insurance only did so much.

“No Marco I hate you.” She sounded so cold. She was spitting her words out like they were venomous. “I hate this house.” Dream was frozen to her bed in fear. She never thought she could ever be afraid of her mother until now.

“I hate this neighborhood.” She heard the sound of things slamming against the wall. The sound of objects breaking. “I hate this life you forced me to have all because you wanted your stupid Sueño americano.”

“I hate our daught-.” She stopped her own sentence with gasp. As dreams eyes filled with tears she remembered how quiet it got. She would never forget how quiet it got. Her mom hated her? The woman who brought her into this world hated her?

“You want to blame me that’s fine. You want to hate me for everything you agreed to, Vale, pero no te atrevas a traer mi el Sueñito a esta Isabella.” Her father finally spoke up. His voice was stern but he still sounded in so much pain.

“Ella es inocente, es perfecta y es lo único bueno de lo verdaderamente malo en lo que te has convertido.” Marco was already a very broken man. To him he was supposed to be strong and in charge and now he was sick and Isabella just broke him even more.

“Marco I didn’t-.” Her father cut her off before she had the chance to continue a she did to him earlier. “Enough!” He yelled, Marco wasn’t the yelling type he never raised his voice to anyone. “Leave.” He sounded so out of breath. She just bet he looked so tired. “What?” Her voice was low so low that dream wasn’t even sure she heard her.

“If you don’t want this life, I forced you to have leave and never come back.” She remembered the way the tears fell from her eyes after she tried for so long to hold them back. “I’m giving you the chance now go Isabella.”

And she did.

She packed up everything she had and she left. Dream watched as her mother pulled out of the driveway with no hesitation and she never came back.

She tucked the pink stuffed bunny under her arm and slowly walked out of her room. She tiptoed her way down the hall looking through the crack of her father’s door way. His face in his hand’s and shoulders slightly shaking, she figured he was crying.

She looked around the room and saw all the broken glass and pictures frames adorned on the wooden floor. She slowly walked into the room stoping in front of her father. Clearing her throat to grab his attention.

He slowly looked up with his blood shot eyes watching his little girl giving him a bright smile. “Do you want to get ice cream?” He laughed softly at his Dream nodding his head yes.

She took his hand in hers dragging him to stand and guiding him down the hall towards the kitchen. They sat there in a comfortable silence eating ice cream. Marco never asked her is she overheard the whole thing, he knew she did.

And no matter how long dream tried she would never forget that day. The day she realized true love didn’t exist.

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : Instagram AU

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yourusername Life has been crazy lately, but we’re still here 💘

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alizemiaharlow THE PARENTS 🤞🏼

ezharlow Life has been kicking our asses, mostly dads 🤷🏼‍♂️

jackharlow Here you go…..

cassiewyatt ARE YOU GUYSSS BACK FROM VACATION????

yourusername Cass baby, you’re literally on our driveway 😂😂

cassiewyatt I knowwwww I want to make sure you guys were back lol

user1 WEVE MISSED YOU GUYS OMGGGG

user2 THE HARLOWS ARE BACK?????

user3 MOM AND DAD!!!

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jackharlow Did you miss us?

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ezharlow YES

ezharlow NEVER AGAIN LEAVE ME WITH YOUR DAUGHTER!!!!

alizemiaharlow 🙄 You’re so dramatic.

cassiewyatt 🤣🤣🤣 oh the amount of tea I have for you guyssss. But yes, we did miss youuuuu guys 🥺

jackharlow We’ll catch up on it all Princess.

claybornharlow Is this bad timing to let you know one of your demon spawns crashed y/n Supra?

yourusername EXCUSE ME WHAT?

cozane CLAY 🤦🏻

jackharlow It was Ezequiel wasn’t it?

ezharlow WHAT? MEEE? WHY DOES IT ALWAYS HAVE TO BE ME??

druski It always is you. you came into this world to humble your dad 🤣🤣

jackharlow 🙄

claybornharlow So definitely not EZ

ezharlow HA IN ALL YOUR FACES

jackharlow MIA???? IT WAS MIA???

alizemiaharlow *blocked & runs away*

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alizemiaharlow The night everything changed 😭 MOM IM SORRYYYYYYY

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cozane Never again please

alizemiaharlow 🥺 I’m sorrryyyyyy

selenosunni 🤦🏼‍♂️ Scared us half to death

cozane Had me sweating and shit

urbanwyatt Wait why don’t I know about this?

urbanwyatt WHAT HAPPENED?

ezharlow How do you not know this? Doesn’t she tell you everything?

urbanwyatt APPARENTLY NOT

alizemiaharlow 🙄 Stop instigating cheesy

claybornharlow Ok let me clarify, she didn’t crash crash, a curb got in her way and it scratched up the tires and rims and a little pit of the paint.

ezharlow & if you know my mom, you know ever since she was a teen she wanted a Supra (thanks Paul Walker) so when dad bought it for her on their 6th year anniversary, she’s been putting in work and drives it on special occasions.

alizemiaharlow Way to make me feel even worse

yourusername I don’t care about the car, as long as YOU are okay Mia.

ezharlow Wait so can I keep it then since you don’t care about it?

jackharlow 🙄 NO

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alizemiaharlow Demon spawns have style🔥🔥

jackharlow goblin and my babies looking 🔥🔥🔥

cozane what are you doing to goblin?

ezharlow Tunin’ it a bit

user if I had rich parents of course I would ask them for that car

ezharlow Gag on you my parents didn’t buy it for me.

claybornharlow Ace Sebastian and Arya Lizeth Harlow 🥺 the ones who have me wrapped around their little fingers.

alizemiaharlow Same & they know it 😩

user did you get that car with your mommy money

ezharlow Nah, with your daddy’s money.

user he probably doesn’t even know how to drive it.

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[earthtoharlow]

From the Dining Table

chapter 02

previous chapter

Maya sat at her desk in class, mindlessly scrolling through her phone as she waited for class to start when a text from her best friend popped up.

“You didn’t tell me that your mom dated JACK HARLOW?!”

She stared at the screen, confused, thinking it had to be a joke. Her mom had never mentioned anything like that. Maya quickly texted back;

“What are you talking about????”

Her friend responded immediately, sending a link along with a string of shocked emojis. Maya hesitated, her heart racing, before clicking on the link.

“Scarlett Hayes Spotted at Jack Harlow’s Concert: Former Lovers Reunite After 20 Years”

The headline was followed by pictures of her mom at the concert, and old photos of her and Jack together from years ago. Her stomach dropped.

Frantically, she started googling more. Article after article talked about her mom’s past relationship with Jack Harlow, with pictures she had never seen before — her mom smiling, holding his hand, standing close to him on red carpets.

She couldn’t believe it. The world was going crazy over this. And she had no idea it had ever happened.

Maya’s fingers tightened around her phone, her mind racing. Why didn’t her mom ever tell her about this? Why did she have to find out from the internet like everyone else?

She spent the rest of the school day thinking about what she read about her mother and her favorite artist in the world.

Since it was her week to stay with her dad, when he picked her up after school, Maya was unusually quiet, staring out the window. He glanced over a few times, sensing something was off but waiting for her to speak.

As they pulled into the driveway, she finally blurted out, “I’m really mad at Mom.”

Her dad frowned, cutting the engine. “What happened?”

She took a deep breath, trying to collect her thoughts, but the frustration bubbled over. “I found out that she used to date Jack Harlow?! And she never told me. I had to find out from some stupid article online!”

Her dad’s expression softened as he realized what she was talking about. He leaned back in his seat, letting out a slow breath. “Ah…”

“I mean, how could she keep that from me?” Maya continued, her voice rising. “All this time, I’ve been a fan of his, and she didn’t say a word! I had no idea, and now everyone knows! All my friends are sending me messages like I should have known!”

Her dad nodded, his face sympathetic. “I understand why you’re upset. It’s a big thing to find out like that.”

The daughter looked at him, her eyes filled with hurt. “Did you know?”

He hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. “Yeah, I knew. It was before you were born, before we even met. Your mom’s always been private about her past relationships.”

“But why didn’t she tell me? It feels like she’s been hiding this huge part of her life from me,” Maya said, her voice cracking.

“I can’t speak for your mom,” he said gently, “but I don’t think she was trying to keep secrets to hurt you. Maybe she just didn’t know how to bring it up, or didn’t think it was something you needed to know. But I get it, you have every right to feel upset.”

Maya looked down at her hands, still angry but also conflicted. “I just… I don’t know what to say to her.”

Her dad gave her a reassuring look. “Take some time to process it. And when you’re ready, you can talk to her. She’ll explain everything.”

She sighed, leaning back in the seat. “I don’t even know if I want to talk to her right now.”

The daughter sat in silence for a moment before she looked at her dad, her brow furrowed with uncertainty.

“One of the articles said that Jack was the reason you guys got divorced because she could never get over him. Is that true?”

Her dad shook his head gently, giving her another sad smile. “No, sweetheart, he wasn’t the reason.” He took a deep breath, trying to explain without overwhelming her. “Your mom and I… we realized we were better as friends. It wasn’t anyone else. It was just something we figured out over time, and we both wished we’d realized it sooner.”

He paused, glancing over at her, seeing the mixture of confusion and pain in her eyes. “But that doesn’t mean we didn’t care about each other. We still love each other, just in a different way now. And no matter what, our marriage brought us you. You’re the best thing that ever came out of it.”

She looked down, biting her lip. “So, you guys were never… unhappy because of him?”

Her dad shook his head again. “No, our marriage ended because we grew apart. Nothing more than that. Your mom’s past with Jack has nothing to do with what happened between us.”

Maya nodded, her emotions still a whirlwind but feeling some of the weight lift off her shoulders. “I just don’t understand why she kept it from me,” she whispered.

“I know,” her dad said softly. “But I think she’s probably been carrying this for a long time, not knowing how or when to tell you.”

Maya sighed, leaning her head against the window, still trying to make sense of everything. “I guess.”

“Maya knows.”

Scarlett sat in her publicist’s office, her heart sank, and her stomach twisted in knots as she read her ex husband’s text. She had hoped she could explain things to Maya on her own terms, but now the timing was completely out of her control.

“They’re going to release the photos any minute now,” the publicist said, looking up at her. “You being at Jack’s concert… it’s already blowing up online. We need to get ahead of the story, make a statement, or at least spin this in a way that—”

Scarlett cut her off, her voice sharp with frustration. “He’s ruining my life again. Twenty years later, and somehow, he’s still a problem. I can’t believe this.”

Her publicist sighed, trying to remain calm. “We need to act fast. The press is going to eat this up, and if we don’t address it—”

“I said I’ll handle it,” she snapped, standing up abruptly. Scarlett couldn’t believe she was in this position again, with the past she had tried so hard to bury now being dragged out for everyone to see.

Her publicist frowned. “How are you going to—”

“I’m going to fix it. Don’t worry about it,” Scarlett said firmly, already grabbing her coat and bag. “He’s still in town. I know he still has a place here in Atlanta.” Her eyes were blazing with determination as she headed for the door.

“Wait, what are you—” her publicist began, but she was already out the door, leaving her with no choice but to watch Scarlett go.

The drive to Jack’s place felt like it took hours, though it was only across the city. She hadn’t been to his home in years, but she still knew the way like the back of her hand. Pulling up in front of the familiar house, she sat in the car for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. This wasn’t how she wanted to deal with this, but she couldn’t let him destroy her peace again.

Scarlett got out of the car, her heart racing, and walked up to the front door. Without hesitation, she knocked, the sound echoing through the quiet neighborhood.

For a moment, there was nothing, just silence. But then, the door opened, and there he was—Jack, looking just as surprised as she felt furious.

The door barely opened before Scarlett shoved past him, storming inside without so much as a glance in his direction. Jack staggered back, shocked by her bold entrance, but before he could say anything, she came to a halt.

Two girls were sitting on the couch, wearing barely anything. They looked up in surprise, caught off guard by the actress standing in the middle of the room with an icy glare. Scarlett crossed her arms, her expression hard as steel. “I suggest you both leave. Now.”

The girls exchanged nervous glances, knowing exactly who she was and not daring to argue. Without a word, they gathered their things and hurried out of the house, leaving an awkward silence in their wake.

As soon as the door shut behind them, Jack turned to her, his frustration clear. “You can’t just walk into my house and kick my guests out like that!”

Scarlett whipped around to face him, her eyes blazing. “Well, I just did,” she snapped, stepping closer. “And I’m not here to deal with whatever… situation that was.”

Jack shook his head, still trying to process what had just happened. “What the hell do you want, anyway?”

“Have you seen the news?” she asked, her voice sharp. “Or are you too busy with your little party to notice how your concert has blown up every tabloid?”

He looked confused for a moment before realization dawned. “What are you talking about?”

She threw her hands up in frustration. “You’re ruining my life again! Just like you did twenty years ago! I can’t believe I let my daughter talk me into going to your stupid concert, and now the whole world knows! The headlines are everywhere, and I’m not dealing with another scandal because of you.”

Jack stared at her, his expression shifting from confusion to irritation. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I’m very serious,” Scarlett said, her voice trembling with anger. “I’ve worked my whole life to put that mess behind me, and now, because of one stupid concert, everyone’s dredging up the past. I don’t owe you anything, but I’m telling you—this is the last time you mess with my life.”

He stepped closer, his voice low but firm. “You think I did this on purpose? You were the one who came to my concert, and now you want to blame me?”

She scoffed. “I didn’t come for you. I came for my daughter, who’s obsessed with you, by the way, and now she knows that we used to be together. And I have to deal with the fallout!”

Jack crossed his arms, his jaw clenched. “That’s not on me.”

“Oh, really?” Scarlett shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Because it sure feels like you’ve been a problem in my life since the day we met.”

Jack clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay calm, but Scarlett’s words stung. He could feel the familiar tightness in his chest, the kind he hadn’t felt since they’d broken up all those years ago. But he wasn’t going to let her get to him this time.

“It’s not my fault you tried to cover up something that can be easily looked up,” Jack shot back, his voice low but steady. “You’re mad at me for what? For living my life? You knew this would come out eventually. Maybe you should’ve been honest with Maya in the first place.”

Scarlett’s face flushed with anger, and she took a step toward him, her hands balling into fists at her sides. “Honest?” she spat. “You don’t get to lecture me about honesty, Jack. Not when you left me with no explanation, no reason—nothing. And now you’re going to tell me how I should live my life?”

Jack didn’t flinch, though her words cut deep. “You wanted to move on, and you did. So did I. But that’s not on me if your daughter didn’t know. If she was gonna find out, it was always gonna happen.”

“You think I don’t know that?” she shot back, her voice rising with each word. “But now she’s hurt and confused, and the whole world is watching, making assumptions! I don’t need this in my life. I don’t need you in my life.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Then why are you here?”

“Because you need to fix this,” Scarlett demanded, her voice sharp. “I don’t care how, but you need to figure out a way to make this go away. I’ve got enough to deal with, and I’m not going to let you screw everything up again.”

Jack scoffed, folding his arms across his chest. “You think I can just make the headlines disappear? That’s not how this works. You walked into my concert—you knew what that could mean.”

“I didn’t expect the world to lose its mind over it!” she shot back. “Fix it, Jack. Or at least stay out of my way while I do.” She stared at him, her chest rising and falling with frustration, before turning toward the door. “I’m not going to let you ruin my life again.”

Jack watched her leave, feeling the weight of her words hang in the air. As the door slammed behind her, he stood there, feeling the sting of the past and the mess they were both tangled in once again.

Scarlett got back into the car, slamming the door harder than she meant to. Her hands gripped the steering wheel as she tried to steady her breath, but the frustration and anger boiling inside her were too much to contain. The words they had exchanged echoed in her mind, hitting her harder now that she was alone.

She inhaled sharply, willing herself to calm down, but instead, a sob broke through her clenched jaw. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes stinging with the tears she was desperately trying to hold back. Her whole body trembled with the mix of rage and sadness, and she leaned her head back against the seat, closing her eyes tightly as if that could stop the flood of emotions.

Why does he still get to me like this? Scarlett thought, her chest heaving. The weight of everything felt suffocating—the media storm, Maya finding out the truth, and Jack standing there, as if he hadn’t left her broken all those years ago. She felt the tears spill over, and for a moment, she was thankful for the tinted windows, knowing he couldn’t see her like this.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally wiped her eyes, taking deep breaths as she tried to pull herself together. She stared out the windshield, her face still damp, and forced herself to focus on what mattered now. Maya. She needed to explain things, to make things right with her.

With shaky hands, she started the engine and pulled out of the driveway, not glancing back at Jack’s house. As she drove, she tried to gather her thoughts, mentally preparing herself for the conversation with her daughter. It wasn’t going to be easy, but it was time. She owed Maya the truth.

Before long, she found herself pulling up to her ex-husband’s house. Her stomach knotted with anxiety as she parked the car and sat there for a moment, trying to prepare herself for what was to come. After a deep breath, she got out, determined to fix things with Maya, no matter how painful the conversation would be.

She stood at Robert’s door, her fingers anxiously fidgeting with the strap of her purse as she rang the doorbell. She hadn’t even realized she’d forgotten her key in her rush to get there. Her heart pounded as she waited for him to answer, her mind racing with thoughts of Maya and how she was feeling.

A few seconds later, the door swung open, and Robert stood there with a knowing look in his eyes. He didn’t say anything at first, just gestured for her to come inside. She stepped in, glancing around the house she used to share with him, memories flashing before her. But now wasn’t the time for nostalgia.

“Where’s Maya? How is she?” she asked, her voice tight with worry.

Robert looked at her, his expression serious, and said, “Last I saw, she was burning all your pictures together.”

Her eyes widened in shock, and before she could say anything, he cracked a smile. “Relax, I’m kidding.”

She smacked him on the arm, exasperated. “That’s not funny, Robert!”

He laughed softly, but there was warmth in his eyes. “Maybe not, but it got you to lighten up a bit. I can tell you’ve been crying.”

Scarlett paused, realizing her eyes were probably still red and puffy from her meltdown in the car. She tried to brush it off, but Robert had always been good at reading her, even after all these years.

“I’m just—” she started, but her voice cracked, and she stopped herself, taking a deep breath. “I don’t know what to say to her. I never wanted her to find out like this.”

Robert’s teasing tone softened. “I know. But it’s Maya. She’s upset, yeah, but she’s also smart and she loves you. You’ll figure it out.”

She nodded, taking some comfort in his words but still feeling the weight of what was to come. “Where is she?”

“In her room,” Robert said. “She asked to be alone for a bit, but I’m sure she’ll talk to you when you’re ready.”

With that, she headed toward the stairs, mentally preparing herself for the conversation that had been a long time coming.

Robert watched her with a concerned look as she started toward the stairs. Before she could take the first step, he gently called after her, “Do you want me to be there when you talk to her?”

She paused, turning to face him. Part of her wanted to say yes, to have someone there with her for support, but deep down, she knew this was something she had to do alone. This was her past, her truth, and her responsibility to explain to their daughter.

She shook her head. “No. I need to do this on my own.”

Robert gave her a soft, understanding nod, stepping back to let her go. “Alright, but I’m here if you need me.”

Taking a deep breath, she made her way upstairs to Maya’s room, her heart pounding with every step. Once she reached the door, she hesitated for a moment, listening for any sounds from inside. Hearing nothing, she gently knocked.

“Maya?” she called softly. “Can I come in?”

Silence.

Scarlett waited for a few seconds, hoping for some kind of response, but there was none. Deciding not to push too hard, she slowly turned the handle and stepped inside. Her eyes landed on Maya, who was lying face down on the bed, her body unmoving, clearly in her own world.

Seeing her daughter like that, her heart broke even more. She carefully approached the bed, sitting down on the edge, unsure of how to start.

“Maya,” she said softly, her voice full of love and concern. “Can we talk?”

Still, Maya didn’t move, she didn’t know if Maya was ignoring her on purpose or just too upset to respond. Either way, she knew this conversation wasn’t going to be easy, but it had to happen.

She hesitated for a moment, watching her daughter’s still form, before deciding to lie down next to her. Maya didn’t flinch or acknowledge her presence, but that was okay. She wasn’t expecting a response just yet. The important thing was that she was there, and she needed to say what had been held back for so long.

“Okay,” she whispered, her voice soft but steady, “you don’t have to say anything. I’ll do the talking.”

She stared up at the ceiling, gathering her thoughts before continuing. “I didn’t tell you about Jack because… well, there are a lot of reasons, I guess. At first, it was because I wanted to protect you. You were so young, and your dad and I had our own relationship by then. I didn’t want you growing up thinking things were more complicated than they needed to be.”

Her voice wavered slightly, but she kept going. “And then as the years passed, I thought it didn’t matter anymore. Jack was a part of my past—something I had locked away. You see, we were together a long time ago, and what we had… it was intense. When he broke things off, it hurt me in ways I wasn’t ready to talk about. I thought that by not telling you, I could pretend that part of my life didn’t exist. I thought it would be easier if I never had to relive it. But now, looking at everything, I realize that keeping it from you only made things worse.”

Scarlett swallowed, feeling the weight of her own words. “I didn’t want you to find out like this, Maya. I should’ve told you sooner, and for that, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hide anything from you, but I guess I was still hiding from myself.”

Her eyes drifted over to Maya, who still hadn’t moved, but she could see the slight rise and fall of her shoulders, hear the quietness of her breathing. Maybe she was listening.

“Jack wasn’t the reason your dad and I split up,” she continued, wanting to make that clear. “Your dad and I—we loved each other, and we always will because we have you. But we realized that we were better as friends. It had nothing to do with Jack or my past with him. It was just… life.”

She let out a soft sigh, her emotions starting to overwhelm her. “I know you’re upset, and you have every right to be. I just hope you understand that I never meant to hurt you, Maya. I love you more than anything, and I hope we can talk about this—really talk about it—when you’re ready.”

Maya shifted slightly before turning over onto her back, her eyes meeting her mom’s for the first time since the conversation started.

“Why did he break off the engagement?” Maya asked, her voice quiet but direct. “And… do you still love him?”

Scarlett felt her heart tighten at the question. She had expected something like this, but it still hit her harder than she thought it would. She blinked, taking a deep breath before responding.

“I… I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. “I might never find out why he ended things, Maya. He didn’t give me a reason, and I’ve spent a long time trying to figure it out. Sometimes I still wonder, but… he just walked away without an explanation. And that was hard.”

Maya’s gaze didn’t waver, and it was clear that she wasn’t going to let the conversation drop there.

“And the other question?” Maya pressed, her eyes softening as if she was almost afraid to hear the answer. “Do you still love him?”

Scarlett hesitated, the weight of the question hanging between them. She wanted to be honest with her daughter, but the truth was complicated. It always had been.

“It’s… complicated,” she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know if I can even answer that right now. What I felt for Jack back then—it was real. It was strong. And losing him… it hurt me more than I can explain. But love? I don’t know. After all this time, I’ve tried to move on, but part of me will always wonder. Part of me will always remember the good moments we had. But it’s not the same as it was. People change. I’ve changed.”

Maya searched her mother’s face, trying to read the emotion behind the words. There was so much she didn’t know, so much she couldn’t understand yet.

“So… you don’t hate him?” Maya asked quietly.

Scarlett closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them with a sigh. “I don’t know if I could ever hate him. But that doesn’t mean I still love him the way I used to. It’s just… complicated.”

Maya shifted closer, wrapping her arms around her mother in a tight hug. “I’m sorry you went through that,” she whispered softly. “If it makes you feel better, I won’t listen to his music anymore.”

Scarlett chuckled despite herself, hugging Maya back with a warmth she hadn’t felt in a while. “Oh, sweetie,” she said, pulling back just enough to look at her. “I’m not going to stop you from listening to his music. As much as I hate to admit it, his music is pretty good.”

Maya smiled, the tension in the room easing with a bit of humor. “Really?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Scarlett replied with a playful roll of her eyes. “I might not be able to stand the man, but his talent? That’s something else entirely.”

They both laughed, the heaviness between them starting to lift.

***

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Hi can I send a request doing a little prank on Jack. Like talking to your fans on live saying “guys Jack said I can get a second bf 🤭” and he comes up from behind “wtf are you talking about 🤨”

Prank

For the past couple of weeks, you started doing Instagram livestreams to interact with fans. However, since that one time Jack made an appearance at one of your lives, being his goofy ass self, the number of views of your livestreams increased a lot. 

And after someone suggested you on the comment section to do a prank on Jack, you knew you had to do it. 

“Guys, Jack said I could get a second boyfriend” you said as you entered the livingroom where Jack was sitting scrolling through his phone. 

“The fuck you talking about?” he said switching his attention to you. 

You started laughing. 

“Y/N, quit playing” 

“Oh my god, you don’t remember?” you said looking at him. 

“Remember what?” 

“You told me that I could get a second boyfriend a few days ago” 

He looked at you confused. 

“You trippin” 

You rolled your eyes. 

He sat on the couch next to you. 

“Y/N” 

“Yes?” you answered failing to contain your laughter. 

“Are you messing with me?” 

“Maybe” you giggled. 

Then he went on top of you and started tickling you.

“Jack stop” you said laughing hysterically. 

“Oh you want me to stop?” 

“Jack please” 

Then he stopped. 

You took your phone and ended the live. 

“You know you’re the only one for me right?” you said getting closer to him. 

“I don’t know. Am I?” he said teasing. 

“Of course” 

“Hmm…I don’t buy it” 

“Maybe I should show you then?” you whispered into his ear. 

“Maybe you should” he said inches away from you face. 

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Jack Harlow x Reader : Instagram AU

A/N: Something new 👀

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user 💯 look at the nails lmao and she posted that pasta on her story then deleted it.

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19. L’amour De Ma Vie

Noah and London were now six months old, and doctors gave Jack and Maryse the go ahead to start introducing them to baby food, and today was the first taste. Jack had Noah and London strapped into their high chairs, armed with tiny spoons and jars of baby food, while Maryse chatted with her manager Coco on the phone in the next room.

“Alright, Noah, London,” Jack grinned, holding up a jar of banana baby food. “Let’s see if you’re ready for the good stuff.”

He scooped a tiny spoonful of the banana mush and held it up to Noah, who eyed it curiously before opening his mouth. Noah’s face lit up the moment he tasted it, and he reached out for more, babbling excitedly, kicking his feet. 

“Looks like someone’s a fan,” Jack chuckled, spooning another bit into Noah’s mouth as his son happily gobbled it up.

Turning to London, he offered her a taste with equal enthusiasm. But the moment it touched her lips, London made a face of pure disgust, wrinkling her nose and letting the banana mush dribble out of her mouth. She gave Jack a look as if to say, “How could you do this to me?”

“Oh, not a fan, huh?” he laughed, grabbing a napkin to clean her little chin. “I thought everyone liked bananas!”

In the other room, Maryse overheard the commotion and chuckled to herself as Coco paused mid-sentence. “Sounds like things are going… well?” Coco asked with a smirk in her voice. 

Maryse laughed, glancing over to see Jack trying to win London over. “You could say that,” she said, “Noah’s loving it, but London… not so much.”

She leaned against the wall, watching as Jack continued his adorable efforts, gently encouraging London with another tiny spoonful. “Come on, girl, just one more bite. It’s not that bad, promise.”

But London pursed her lips defiantly, giving him a look that left no room for negotiation. Maryse smiled, knowing she was witnessing the twins’ little personalities shine through already.

As she balanced her phone between her shoulder and ear, Maryse listened to Coco running through her upcoming schedule. “Since you’re back in the studio again things are definitely about to pick up. They want you to perform the national anthem at the closing ceremony for the Paris Olympics….”

As Maryse listened to Coco on the other end of the line, her eyes widened. “Wait, Coco, are you serious?” she asked, barely able to contain her surprise.

Coco laughed. “Yes, I’m serious! The committee wants you to sing the national anthem at the closing ceremony of the Paris Olympics. It’s a huge honor, and they’re thrilled at the idea.”

Maryse’s mind started racing. The Olympics… in Paris. A massive global stage, and a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. “Wow… I don’t even know what to say,” she breathed, glancing over at Jack, who was still amusing himself trying to coax London into another spoonful of baby food.

Jack noticed her expression and raised an eyebrow. “What’s going on?” he mouthed.

Maryse held up a finger, smiling in disbelief as Coco continued. “Look, it’s big, but they want an answer soon. Think about it, but know they’d be honored to have you.”

“Okay, I’ll talk it over, but… yeah, wow, Coco. Thanks for telling me. I’ll get back to you soon.” She hung up and paused in the doorway, her heart melting at the scene in front of her. The twins were facing each other in their high chairs, babbling in what sounded like a secret language only they understood. Little giggles and expressive hand gestures filled the room as they looked at each other with wide, curious eyes.

Jack turned to Maryse with a grin, whispering, “I think they’re plotting against us. Look at them.”

Maryse laughed, leaning into him. “I wouldn’t be surprised,” she replied, watching as Noah’s babbling grew louder, and London responded with an enthusiastic clap.

Jack grinned, “We’re doomed.”

Maryse laughed again, leaning into him. “If they team up to take us down, we don’t stand a chance.”

They both let out huge laughs, after coming down Jack squeezed her hips, “So what’s the big news?”

“So… they want me to sing the national anthem at the closing ceremony of the Olympics,” she said, letting the weight of it sink in.

Jack’s face lit up, a huge grin spreading across his face. “Paris? Babe, that’s huge! You have to do it!” 

Maryse laughed, her excitement mixing with a touch of anxiety. “I know, it’s… I can’t even wrap my head around it. But performing live, on a stage that big… it’s kind of terrifying, too.”

He stepped closer, wrapping an arm around her. “You’re gonna kill it. If anyone can own that moment, it’s you. Besides,” he added “You performed at the Super Bowl while pregnant.”

“I did do that, huh.” She said with a smirk as she looked up at him. 

As Maryse soaked in the excitement, her expression shifted. “Wait…” She looked up at Jack, a flicker of worry crossing her face. “Isn’t that the same weekend you’re booked to perform in Saudi Arabia?”

Jack’s smile faded as he did a quick mental check. “Oh man… yeah, it is.” He ran a hand over his head, realizing the dilemma. “I completely forgot they overlap.”

They looked at each other, both trying to piece together a way to make it work. “We’re gonna be on two different continents,” she murmured, disappointment settling in. “This is huge for both of us, though…” 

She glanced at Noah and London who were busy with their baby food. “And… who’s going to watch the babies?” She looked back at Jack, concerned in her eyes. “We’ve never left the country without them before. A couple hours away sure but…”

He nodded, the same worry flickering across his face. “I know. We’d need someone we trust completely.” He thought for a moment before adding, “Maybe my parents could stay at our place? They’ve handled them for weekends, and the twins love them.”

Maryse sighed, still looking uncertain. “Yeah, they’d be in good hands, but it’s so different knowing we’ll be so far away.”

He put his hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently. “I get it. I feel the same. But if this is something we both need to do, we can make sure they’re safe and loved. And we can be on FaceTime constantly.”

She nodded, finally letting herself smile a little. “Alright, if we can set up everything for them, maybe we can make this work. And you better believe I’ll be FaceTiming every chance I get.”

Jack pulled her close, reassuring her with a warm smile. “Look, as soon as I’m done in Saudi Arabia, I’m heading straight home. I’ll pick up the twins, and we’ll all meet you in Paris.”

Her eyes lit up. “Really? That’s a lot of traveling…”

He nodded, squeezing her hand. “Yeah. I don’t want you missing them that long, and I want us all together. Plus, the kids’ first trip to Paris? Gotta make it a family thing.”

She laughed, her face softening. “You really think of everything, don’t you?”

“Only when it comes to you and them.” He grinned. “It’s all planned out—we’ll be cheering you on in the crowd while you blow everyone away with the anthem.”

LIFEOFMONET

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As they loaded her bags into the car, Maryse held Noah and London close, her eyes welling up with tears as she kissed each of their heads. “I hate leaving them. They’re just so little…”

Jack gently grabbed the twins from her and handed them off to his parents, then put his arm around her, pulling her into his chest. “Babe, it’s only a couple of days. And they’ll be right there with you soon enough—probably before you even start to miss them.”

She sighed, leaning into him. “I already miss them. I just feel like…like I should be here.”

He stroked her back, keeping his voice soft. “You’re doing amazing. They’re happy, they’re healthy, and they’ve got everything they need—especially with you as their mom.” He wiped a tear from her cheek, smiling. “And, you’re allowed to do something for you, too. We’ll be right behind you before you know it.”

She sniffled, nodding, and glanced back at the babies, who were both smiling and babbling away in his parents arms. “Promise?”

He chuckled. “Promise. I’ll see you in Paris with these little ones soon, and you’ll rock that performance. We got you.”

With one last kiss to each of them and a deep breath, she climbed into the car, waving as she pulled away, her heart tugging—but feeling a little lighter.

As Maryse’s car disappeared down the road, Jack let out a sigh and turned to find his mom giving him a knowing, sympathetic look.

“She’s been having a tough time,” he said, shifting Noah to his other arm as London reached for her brother’s hand. “She’s feeling all that mom guilt…like she shouldn’t be leaving, even for just a couple days.”

His mom smiled gently, resting a hand on his shoulder before reaching for Noah. “She’s a wonderful mom, and it’s completely normal. But you’re right here, and she knows you’ve got it handled.” She leaned down, softly brushing a hand over Noah’s head. “Give her some time. It’ll get easier.”

Jack nodded, feeling that bittersweet pride. “Yeah…I just want her to know it’s okay for her to have her own time, too. She deserves it.”

Back inside the house, they went into the living room, London sitting on his lap, his mom studied him for a moment before speaking gently.

“Have you thought about suggesting she talk to someone?” she asked, tilting her head. “It’s not easy to admit, but I think she might be dealing with some postpartum depression.”

Jack’s jaw tightened slightly as he glanced down at London, who was playing with his necklace. “Yeah…I’ve thought about it. She’s been up and down, and I know she’s struggling more than she lets on.”

His mom nodded thoughtfully. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. A lot of women go through it. I think it could help her, even if it’s just having someone to talk to outside of you.”

Jack sighed, running a hand through his curls. “I know you’re right. I just don’t want to make her feel worse by bringing it up.”

“You won’t,” his mom assured him. “Just remind her how much you love her and that it’s about making sure she feels her best, not just for the babies but for herself too.”

He nodded, a look of determination crossing his face. “I’ll bring it up when she gets back. She deserves to feel okay…better than okay.”

“And you deserve some credit too,” his mom added with a warm smile. “You’re doing a great job, Jack. She’s lucky to have you.”

Jack smiled faintly, bouncing London slightly. “We’re all lucky to have her, too.”

***

In his dressing room, Jack paced back and forth, his phone pressed to his ear. It had become a mini ritual of his to call Maryse before every show, even more so now that they were apart. He glanced at the clock. Luckily, Paris was only a couple of hours behind Saudi, so it wasn’t too late to call.

After a few rings, her familiar voice came through. “Hey, babe.”

“Hey,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips. Just hearing her voice eased some of the tension in his chest. “What’re you doing?”

“Trying to figure out how to navigate the room service menu in French,” she joked. “I think I accidentally ordered snails earlier.”

He laughed, adjusting the chain around his neck. “Snails, huh? Fancy now.”

“Don’t start,” she teased, but he could hear the smile in her voice. “How’s it going over there?”

“Getting ready for my second show,” he said, sitting down on the edge of the couch. “You know I can’t go on stage without hearing your voice first. It’s my good luck charm.”

“Cheesy,” she said softly. “But you don’t need luck. You’re going to kill it, like always.”

He leaned back, looking up at the ceiling. “Yeah, but it’s different when you’re not here. I miss you. I miss the kids.”

“I miss you too,” she said. “But just think, after this, we’re all going to be in Paris together. You’ve got one more show, then you’re home to grab the twins and come meet me.”

Can’t wait,” he said sincerely. Then, after a pause, he added, “You good, though? For real?”

There was a slight hesitation before she answered. “I’m okay. I still hate being away from them, but I’m managing.”

He nodded, even though she couldn’t see him. “You’re doing amazing, you know that? Don’t be too hard on yourself. The kids are fine, and you deserve to have moments for you too.”

“Thanks,” she said softly. “You always know what to say.”

“Of course I do,” he teased.

Jack leaned back on the couch, phone to his ear, grinning. “So, how’s Paris? Are they treating you like the star you are?”

Maryse chuckled. “It’s been good. Oh! When I got to my hotel room, they had an Eiffel Tower made out of macarons waiting for me. It was so cute!”

“Macarons, huh? They know how to spoil you,” he teased, shaking his head. “What else? Did they roll out a red carpet to your room too?”

“Not quite,” she said with a laugh. “But rehearsals were good. And…Tom Cruise sent me flowers.” Jack could hear the smile in her tone. 

He sat up straighter, his eyebrows raising. “Wait, wait, hold up. Tom Cruise sent you flowers?” He exaggerated her tone, mimicking her emphasis. “Like, ‘Oh, Tom Cruise, action star, Mission Impossible, Mr. Hollywood’?”

Maryse burst out laughing. “Stop it! That’s not how I said it!”

“No, no, you said it like, ‘Oh, Tom Cruise,’ like he’s the one that got away or something,” he teased, shaking his head dramatically.

“Whatever,” she said, trying to suppress her giggles. “He was just being nice.”

“Nice?” Jack  smirked. “Looks like I got some competition’”

“Oh my gosh, you’re ridiculous,” she said, still laughing.

“And you’re over there fangirling,” he shot back playfully. “Bet you saved the card, didn’t you?”

She gasped in mock offense. “I did not!”

“Mm-hmm,” he teased.

“Jack, you don’t even need to worry, you’re the only white guy I'll ever love.”

Jack froze mid-laugh, his face breaking into a wide grin. “Wait, what did you just say?”

Maryse, barely holding back her laughter, repeated with a playful tone, “I said you don’t need to worry because you’re the only white guy I’ll ever love.”

He leaned back, pretending to look offended. “Oh, so I’m just the token white guy now, huh? Is that what this is?”

She burst out laughing. “I’m just saying, Tom Cruise has nothing on you.”

“Damn right he doesn’t,” Jack shot back, smirking. “I mean, he could never rock a curly mullet? 

“Exactly,” she teased. “You’re safe.”

“Safe?” he repeated, pretending to be wounded. “That’s not the kind of reassurance I want! I want to hear I’m your one and only forever.”

“Oh no I think my phone is breaking up!” Maryse started making noises into the phone. 

“M!” Jack said laughing 

“Love you, I’ll be watching clips later!” Maryse said giggling before hanging up.”

Jack smiles when he immediately looked down at his phone when a text came through from Maryse. 

“You’re my forever.”

***

Jack stepped off the plane, his face showing every bit of the exhaustion he felt. Noah was squirming in his arms, while London fussed in Urban’s. As they headed to the gate, Urban chuckled, “Man, I don’t know how you’re still standing.”

“I’m not,” Jack replied, stifling a yawn. “The only thing keeping me upright is the thought of getting to Maryse.”

They finally reached the luggage area, and Jack carefully placed Noah into the double stroller before Urban secured London next to him. The kids, already cranky from the long flight, began to whine.

“Alright, alright,” Jack murmured, crouching down to adjust Noah’s blanket and handing London her pacifier. “I know it wasn’t the best flight, but we made it. Let’s not start a scene, huh?”

Urban shook his head, laughing softly. “Bro, you really thought traveling with two six-month-olds was gonna be smooth?”

Jack groaned, running a hand through his messy hair. “I was hoping.” He glanced at the kids and sighed. “Man, I just can’t wait to get to Maryse. She’s gonna fix all this.”

“You mean you’re gonna hand them both to her and take a nap,”  Urban teased.

“Honestly?” Jack said with a tired grin. “You’re probably right”

They made their way to the car waiting to take them to Maryse hotel. As the driver loaded their luggage, Jack slumped into the backseat next to them, stealing a quick glance at his sleeping twins. “

“Finally,” he muttered under his breath, leaning his head back.

But as the car sped through the Paris streets, his exhaustion slowly shifted into excitement. He couldn’t wait to see Maryse’s face when he walked through that door—with her babies in tow.

Halfway to the hotel, Jack’s phone buzzed with a text from CoCo, Maryse’s manager. His eyebrows furrowed as he read it:

CoCo: Hey, just a heads-up—Maryse is at rehearsals, but she’s not really herself today. I think she’s missing you and the babies. You might want to swing by and surprise her. I think it’d do her some good.

Jack sighed, glancing at Urban, who was busy trying to entertain Noah with silly faces.

“What’s up?” Urban asked, noticing the change in his expression.

“CoCo says Maryse’s not acting like herself. Thinks she’s missing us,” Jack replied, looking back at the twins. “She said we should stop by rehearsals to surprise her.”

Urban smirked. “Man, you know she’s missing y’all. She’s been glued to those kids since they came out. Let’s do it.”

Jack leaned forward to the driver. “Change of plans. Can you take us to the venue instead of the hotel?”

“Of course,” the driver replied.

Noah started fussing again, and Jack handed him a bottle to keep him calm. “Alright, little man, we’re about to see Mama. No more tantrums, alright?”

London cooed from her seat, and Urban chuckled. “London’s the easy one. Noah? That’s your troublemaker right there.”

Jack shook his head with a tired smile. “They both have their days. Double trouble.”

As they pulled up to the rehearsal venue, Jack took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the long trip fade at the thought of surprising Maryse. He unbuckled Noah, while Urban handled London, both of them now wide-eyed and curious about their new surroundings.

“Alright, kids,” he said as they approached the doors. “Let’s go make Mama’s day.”

Maryse stood on stage, gripping the microphone tightly as she tried, once again, to hit the opening notes of the national anthem. A song she could normally perform in her sleep now felt like a mountain she couldn’t climb. She kept messing up—wrong key, missed breath, or tripping over a word. Each mistake sent a wave of frustration crashing over her.

“Alright, that’s enough for now,” she finally said, waving at the sound engineers. “I need five.”

She flopped down on the stage, her back hitting the floor with a dramatic thud. Throwing her arm over her face, she groaned quietly.

Why can’t I get this right? The thought played on repeat in her mind. Between missing the twins, worrying about the performance, and dealing with the guilt of leaving her babies, everything felt heavier than usual.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice the soft sound of footsteps approaching until she felt a sudden, tiny pressure on her stomach. Her eyes flew open, and there, on top of her, was a smaller version of Jack—Noah.

“Noah!” she gasped, sitting up in shock as Noah leaned forward, his tiny face scrunched in determination as he planted the wettest, sloppiest kisses on her cheek.

She laughed, not even caring about the drool or the mess. Her arms wrapped around him instantly, holding him close as tears threatened to spill over.

“Oh my god, Noah!” she whispered, covering his little face in kisses of her own.

When she sat up fully, still clutching Noah, her eyes lifted to see the rest of her heart standing just a few feet away. Jack stood there, holding London, whose chubby cheeks lit up with a grin as she reached out for her. Behind them was Urban, a diaper bag slung over his shoulder, grinning like a proud uncle. 

“What—how—” she stammered, standing up with Noah in her arms. “I thought I wasn’t going to see you all till later tomorrow.”

“Surprise,” Jack said, his tired eyes softening as he handed London over.

Maryse took her daughter eagerly, pulling both babies close as she blinked back tears. “You must be so exhausted!”

“You were missing us, weren’t you?” Jack asked, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. “CoCo might’ve snitched.”

Maryse let out a watery laugh, holding her babies tightly. “You have no idea how much I needed this.”

“We do,” Jack said softly, stepping closer to wrap an arm around her waist. “And we’re here now. All of us.”

In that moment, everything else faded—the pressure, the stress, the guilt. She was with her family again, and that was all that mattered.

The hotel room was finally quiet, the chaos of the day melting away. Maryse lay on the bed with Noah and London sprawled on her chest, both in deep sleep for the first time all day. She gently rubbed their backs, her fingers tracing soothing circles as she stared off into space, lost in thought.

The bathroom door opened, and Jack walked out, his hair damp, a towel slung low around his waist. Maryse’s eyes flicked to him, and she couldn’t help but bite her lip. Despite her exhaustion, a part of her couldn’t deny how much she missed him, in every way.

Jack caught her staring and smirked as he sat on the edge of the bed. “You good over there?”

“Sure,” she replied, her voice low. “But you’re gonna need to put on some clothes because I’m already distracted.”

He laughed, shaking his head as he stood to grab a pair of pants. “Fine, fine. Can’t have you losing focus.”

Once dressed, he sat back down and leaned toward her, his expression soft but serious. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Maryse’s  brow furrowed. “Okay… What’s up?”

He hesitated for a moment, his thumb brushing over the bedspread before he spoke. “Have you thought about maybe…talking to someone? Like a therapist?”

Her body stiffened instantly, and her guard went up. “A therapist? For what?”

“For you,” he said carefully. “I just… I’ve noticed how hard things have been for you lately. You’ve been overwhelmed, and with the twins, the performances, and everything else, I think it could help to talk to someone.”

Maryse gently placed the twins on the bed so that she could sit up. “I don’t need a therapist. There’s nothing wrong with me.”

Jack sighed, his voice calm and patient. “I didn’t say there was anything wrong with you. But you’ve been through a lot, babe. Pregnancy, postpartum, leaving the kids for the first time—it’s a lot. You’ve been carrying it all, and I don’t want you to feel like you have to do that alone.”

Her eyes softened, but she still shook her head. “I’m fine. I’m just tired, that’s all.”

“You’re not fine,” he said gently, reaching over to place his hand on hers. “And that’s okay. It doesn’t mean you’re not strong, and it doesn’t mean you’re a bad mom. It just means you’re human. I just want you to be okay—for yourself, for me, and for them.” He glanced down at the sleeping twins, his voice laced with emotion.

When she stayed quiet, he continued. “You never really talked to anyone after the stalker broke into our apartment either. You just kept going like it didn’t shake you, but I know it did. You’re carrying all of this stuff, and I just don’t want it to get heavier.”

Maryse’s defenses crumbled slightly, her fingers brushing over Noah’s hair. “You really think I need to talk to someone?”

“I think it could help,” he said honestly. “You don’t have to decide now, but just think about it, alright? For me?”

She nodded reluctantly, her voice softer now. “Okay… I’ll think about it.”

“That’s all I’m asking,” Jack said, leaning in to kiss her forehead.

Backstage at the closing ceremony, the air buzzed with energy as Maryse prepared to step into the spotlight. Jack sat in the corner, gently rocking the stroller back and forth, his eyes locked on her. Urban snapped candid shots of her as she adjusted her all-white suit, brushing a hand nervously through her hair. Jack could tell from her small, fidgety movements that she was feeling the weight of the moment, but he also couldn’t stop marveling at how breathtaking she looked.

The crisp white suit fit her perfectly, exuding elegance and power. It reminded him of a future he’d been quietly dreaming about: her walking toward him in a different white outfit, down an aisle, with the same mixture of nerves and confidence.

She turned toward him, crossing the room to check on the babies. Her lips found Noah’s forehead, then London’s, as she murmured a few soft words to each of them. When her eyes finally met Jack’s, she noticed the way he was watching her—intense, unblinking, and full of admiration.

“What?” she asked softly, a nervous laugh slipping out as she straightened her suit jacket.

“You’re just… so beautiful,” he said simply, his voice low and steady.

Her cheeks flushed, and she ducked her head, fiddling with the buttons on her cuff. “Stop staring at me like that.”

He smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Why? I like making you nervous.”

She gave him a look, but the corners of her mouth twitched upward. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re perfect,” he countered smoothly.

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile that followed. “I’ll be back in a bit,” she said, brushing a hand over Noah’s tiny fist before walking toward the stage entrance.

As she disappeared from view, Jack chest swelled with pride and love. She might’ve been nervous, but to him, she looked every bit like the star she was born to be.

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AN: 🥹 hope you all love this

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