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Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 175

warnings: nsfw moment, dual pov hmh masterlist

“Well, shit…” John stands back with his hands on his hips and looks down at the pipe dripping in the wall. He looks over at you and sighs, “We’re in hot water.”

You give him a blank stare before bursting out in laughter, “That was the worst dad joke; I loved it.”

John looks so incredibly proud of himself every time he makes you laugh, but the gorgeous smile on his face fades as he looks down at the floor.

The floor is covered with about an inch of water. The rug is ruined, along with the couch and chair, most likely. Your heart sank to your stomach when you heard a loud noise earlier, and you rushed downstairs and saw that a pipe had burst underneath the staircase. You didn’t know how to turn the water off, so you frantically called John, who wasn’t home at the time, and he told you how to turn it off. He wasn’t even worried about the wall or about anything in the basement. He asked if you were okay.

To say you were completely devastated about the burst would be an understatement. Tucked under the staircase were several boxes of things John had put away, so you were so worried that they were all ruined. They are wet and they’ll need to be laid out in the sun for a bit to dry, but nothing was devastatingly ruined. And thankfully none of John’s bookbinding things were ruined either. You would have bawled your eyes out for John if it all had been damaged.

John uses the back of his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead, then he places his hands on his hips. He looks disgustingly sexy right now. You’re not sure what it is, but god, you want him so bad. He’s just standing there in a plain white t-shirt, but since he’s so warm from moving all the furniture around, he’s sweaty, which means his shirt is wet, which means you can see his tattoos, which means you are totally turned on by the sight of him.

“I’ll have to call Jimmy.” he says, breaking you from your sex-fueled daze, “If he doesn’t know how to fix it, he’ll know a guy.”

You quickly wipe at your lip since you’re almost positive you’re drooling, “So, what do we do in the meantime?”

“All this has to go,” he says, gesturing to the basement. “If it stays down here for too long, it’ll get moldy. Logan, can you help bring some of this stuff upstairs?”

Logan nods, “Of course.”

“Peach,” John calls out when you turn to help Logan. He beckons you over and leans down to kiss you when you get to him, “I think we’ll have to postpone date night.”

“That’s okay!” you smile up at him, “I mean, we’ll still be together tonight, right?”

John smiles as he stands up straight to his full height, causing you to tilt your head back more, “Of course.”

“Then I’m happy,” you reply as John’s smile gets bigger, “Date night was never about doing something. It was about being together. As long as we’re together, I’m happy.”

“So damn lucky,” he says as he leans down and wraps his arms around you, tilting you back and kissing you. “How? How did I get so lucky?”

You laugh as you stand back up, “You’re cute.”

Logan begins to put things in a box to bring upstairs, so you walk over and help him. After gathering a box worth of things, you lift it up, which John gives you a disapproving look about since it’s heavy, then you head upstairs with it. You grab a laundry basket and head back down to fill it up with more things while John begins to get any of his bookbinding stuff.

“Did I do this?”

John turns around with his brow furrowed, “The pipe? No, you didn’t do this. Why would you even think that?”

“I dunno,” you shrug when he looks at you, “I was home, so…”

“And?” he walks over to you, “What does that have to do with anything? Unless you came down here with a baseball bat and beat the shit out of it, I’m going to go out on a limb and say you didn’t do this.”

You tilt your head back and look at him, “Are you upset with me?”

“Why would I be, mouse?” he says, his voice so soft and sincere that it gives you goosebumps, “This isn’t your fault.”

“Your things are ruined.”

John shakes his head, “They’re not ruined. Look at me.”

You look up at him again, “Your box of things from Helen…”

“They’re okay, and if they’re not, then oh well,” he says softly, “They’re just things.”

“They’re not just things, Jonathan. They’re your memories!”

John shakes his head and smiles, “Memories live in here and here…”

You smile when he puts his hand on your chest for a moment before touching your temple. "Corny.”

“But true!” he kisses you and smiles, “Everything will be okay, and I’m not upset with you. The pipe is old and probably needed to be replaced years ago. I’m not blaming you or anyone. Shit happens.”

John’s phone begins to ring in his pocket, so you give him a quick kiss and continue packing up the rest of the basement with Logan’s help. Thankfully, Ronan is with your parents, so you’re not worried about keeping the basement door open or her getting hurt. The basement will need to air out, so you’ll have to keep the door open, and you need to get everything out of the basement as soon as possible so nothing gets moldy. Jimmy probably has some large fans to help dry up the water and a pump to get it all out.

You head back upstairs and bring John’s box of things from Helen outside, and you open it to find a few pictures are wet. You carefully pull them out and set them in the sun, hoping they’ll dry quicker.

“I’ll have to call you in a little bit,” Logan says, and you scrunch your brows and look over at him in the yard with his phone pressed to his ear, “I still want to do that tonight, but I just have to talk to my…well, they’re not my parents, but I’m staying with them, so I just need to talk to them first. Okay. I’ll call you in a little bit and let you know.”

You look back down and set out a few more things as Logan walks over, asking if you need help with anything. You sit back on your knees and shrug as you look at the pictures of John and Helen drying in the sun.

“There’s a few boxes downstairs still that will definitely need to come out. Thankfully, it’s warm today, so maybe everything will dry nicely in the sun.” you say as you fix a picture so it gets completely dried, and Logan nods, sitting in the chair.

“Who is that?”

You look down at the picture Logan is pointing at, “Oh, Helen. John’s late wife.”

“John was married before you?” he asks incredulously, “That doesn’t sound right.”

A small chuckle leaves your lips, “Yup, he was married for five years.”

“What?” he widens his eyes, “I didn’t know that. Did you know him when he was married?”

You sit on your butt and cross your legs, “No, I moved here two years after she passed away. I didn’t know John at all. Knew literally nothing about the guy.”

Logan smiles, “That’s crazy. Even I knew who he was. I didn’t know he was married, but I knew who he was when I got older. Well, I mean, I heard rumors.”

You smile, “Rumors that you quickly realized weren’t true.”

“Well, sort of,” he laughs, and you smile at him. “I know for a fact now that he’s not as mean as they say he is. He’s pretty cool.”

“I think I’ve mellowed him out a little,” you say, shrugging, “But I really like him that way. He is a really good guy. Super sweet and incredibly kind, but he doesn’t hesitate to protect the ones he loves; you saw that firsthand. But don’t listen to all the rumors.”

Logan nods, “Yeah, definitely.”

“I grew up in the Midwest, and John wasn’t making many trips out there, so I didn’t know who he was.” you laugh, leaning back on your hands, “I moved here, I actually lived in Tess’ house for a while. Our friend lived there first and wanted some roommates since she didn’t like living alone in such a big house--it belonged to her parents. We came to visit one year and fell in love with Mill Neck, so we saved up money and moved out here a year later. I lived in the house for about eight months before I finally met John.”

“Was he super smooth when you two met?”

You scoff, “No! He made Bleu run up to me because he was too nervous to say something to me himself. He came into my work with the plan of asking me out but literally chickened out. John Wick chickened out on asking me on a date. Can you believe that?”

“John doesn’t seem like he’s scared of anything.”

“Yet he was scared to ask me out, which just blows my mind. I still think about it to this day. Like, how could he have been so nervous? I’m just me, you know?” you shrug and shake your head, “But yeah, he was married before we met. She passed away from a heart condition, and it was really hard for John. He was really lonely for a long time. He had Bleu, but it’s not the same. He needed people.”

Logan looks down as he nods, “Yeah, I bet. But at least he has you now and your family.”

“Yeah,” you smile proudly, “I love that man so much. I’m sure you’re so sick of us.”

“No, it’s nice,” he laughs, shrugging his shoulders, “Probably weird for me to say. I know I’ve told you before that I didn’t grow up around that, so it’s really nice to see.”

You smile at Logan and sit up, “You were on the phone earlier. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop or anything.”

“Oh,” Logan starts to blush a little, “It’s, uh…my girlfriend.”

You sit up more and gasp, “You have a girlfriend?”

Logan’s face turns even brighter red, “Yeah, we’ve been seeing each other for about three months now.”

“And you didn’t tell me!”

“I didn’t know how to start that conversation!” he laughs when you stand up and put your hands on your hips. “Plus you tried to give me the sex talk that one night, and I don’t know! I didn’t know how to bring it up!”

You look over your shoulder at John as he comes out of the house, “Did you know he has a girlfriend?”

“I didn’t, but I had a feeling. Lots of private phone calls and you’d come back in with flushed cheeks and a smile on your face.” John places his hands on your shoulders and squeezes, “Trust me, I get it. She makes me feel the same way, and has since day one.”

“Aw!” you look over your shoulder at John and lean back a little to kiss him, then you look at Logan, “You’re in love with her!”

“See? This is why I didn’t tell you two.” Logan stands up and laughs, “You’ll make a big deal out of it.”

“Well, we have to meet her.” you say, and Logan shakes his head, “Yup, absolutely. If she’s dating you, she clearly is a good kid, but I need to see for myself.”

Logan puts his hands out and shakes his head, still laughing, “Please no.”

“Fine!” you roll your eyes playfully and groan. You smile at him, “I’m really happy for you.”

“Thank you,” he says, squinting his eyes at you playfully when you grin. “You still want to meet her, huh?”

You nod your head, “Yup.”

Logan chuckles and shrugs, “Well, I wanted to make dinner for her, but I don’t know how to cook, and well, I don’t even have my own place.”

John gestures to the house, “Yes, you do.”

“Yeah, but it’ll be weird if you’re here.” he says, then he widens his eyes, “No offense. God, sorry, you’re letting me stay here and I’m not even paying you guys rent, and now I just said that, and you’ll probably kick--”

“Hey, you’re fine,” John says, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, “I wanted to take this one out tonight anyway. You’ve proven yourself to be responsible, and I’m trusting you here, but…would you like to have the house to yourself tonight?”

Logan stares at John, “Like all night?”

“We trust you.” he says, and you look at John in shock because who the hell does he think he is letting two young kids take the house for the entire night? John shrugs when he looks at you, “Y/N can give you a fool-proof recipe, and you can make dinner for her tonight--trust me, I’ve used it before and have never burned it.”

“Um, can I talk to you?” you ask, pulling John away from Logan. You get far enough away that you’re out of earshot, then you look at him, “Do you really think it’s a good idea for two young kids to be in a house alone?”

John scoffs, “They’re going to have sex whether it’s here or somewhere else.”

“AH!” you put your hands over your ears, “La-la-la, I don’t wanna hear it!”

“Peach, he’s a responsible kid--he’s 18. We want him to feel like this is his home too, and I want him to know we trust him.” he holds your hands and looks into your eyes, “Everything will be fine. Ro is with your parents, we can go out and do something, and Logan can have his girlfriend over.”

You scrunch your brows and tilt your head, “Who the hell are you?”

John laughs, “I trust him. There’s nothing that he can get into. My guns are locked up in a safe. Everything is fine. I know you trust him too.”

“Yeah, but it’s weird hearing you say it first.”

He laughs again, “What can I say? You’ve changed me, peach.”

You sigh, “There need to be rules.”

“Absolutely,” he nods in agreement.

Narrowing your eyes at John, you shake your head, “Why are you the cool dad?”

“You can be the cool mom too.” he says, gesturing to Logan, “Go be the cool mom.”

You walk over to Logan as he smiles at you, “Rules. There are rules.”

“Of course.” he nods.

“Rule number one: the basement is off limits. It’s all wet and John has some really important things down there.” you say, and Logan nods as John sits on the couch next to him, “Rule number two: no super loud music. You can listen to music, of course, we’re not ghouls! But it’s a weeknight and you need to keep it down a little.”

John sits back with his hands in his lap and grins at you, nodding when you look at him. He’s loving this for whatever reason.

“Rule number three: no alcohol. You’re underage and I definitely don’t need the cops showing up at our house, especially not with everything else going on regarding your parents.”

“Good rule,” John says, nodding his head.

You gesture to John, “You got any rules you would like to add?”

John smiles and shakes his head, “Nope.”

Of course he doesn’t. He gets to be the good guy right now.

“Rule number four…” you close your eyes and exhale since you dread saying this, “If you’re going to have sex, please use a condom.”

“Okay!” Logan gets up and starts to walk away, “I get it. I respect the rules. I will obey the rules. No problem.”

You call out to Logan as he quickly walks into the house, “This is embarrassing me as much as it’s embarrassing you!”

“Highly unlikely!”

John lets out a laugh as you look back at him, “That was amazing.”

“You get to have the sex talk with Ro then.”

“Oh, hell no!” he sits up, fiercely shaking his head, “Absolutely not! That’s my baby girl. I can’t do that.”

You cross your arms, “Nope. You made an agreement--”

“I did no such thing,” he laughs as he gets up, wrapping his arms around you, “I made no agreement, peach. I didn’t sign anything, I didn’t give verbal consent.”

You uncross your arms and wrap them around John’s neck, “That was very weird, and I’m not looking forward to doing that with Ro someday.”

“I can’t believe you said ‘condoms’ to him.”

“Well, I don’t know!” you let go of John but he doesn’t let go of you, “I just don’t want him to make any mistakes. A baby is the last thing he needs right now. He’s not in the position to take care of a baby, and if that were to happen, knowing us, we’d help him with it. We’d probably let him stay here, and I don’t want us to take care of a baby since we’re not even ready for another.”

John presses his lips to your cheek, “You’re right.”

“So,” you exhale, looking at John’s warm eyes, “What’s the plan for us tonight?”

“He gets the house to himself, so I think that you and I should go somewhere…” he says, and you nod, “Overnight.”

A smile spreads on your face, “Like a hotel?”

“I think so,” he wraps your arms around him and holds you tight, lifting you up a little and walking to the house, “I say we get the basement cleaned up, then we pack an overnight bag. Spend the night in with some room service.”

“And sex,” you say, leaning closer to his face, “Lots of sex.”

John cocks up a brow, “You got something sexy to wear tonight?”

“I have just the outfit in mind.”

“Outfit? No, no, no, my peach.”

You laugh when he lets go of you, “Oh trust me, only you will get to see this outfit.”

John grins as you back away, “That’s what I like to hear.”

After calling your mom to let her know the plan for tonight, you called Tess. You wanted to make sure she’d be home in case Logan needed something. You practically begged her not to show up at the house to embarrass him. She promised that she wouldn’t, so fingers crossed she actually follows through.

John is putting your overnight bag in the car right now when an old dark blue Toyota pulls into the driveway. You glance over at Logan as he perks up, and you smile to yourself before you look away. He practically runs to the door to greet his girlfriend, and you watch as he helps her out of the car and leans down to kiss her. She says something to him and puts her hands on her face as if she’s nervous and blushing.

“That’s the girlfriend,” John says from behind you, and you look over your shoulder at him, “Look at him. He’s deeply in love.”

“You know that look?”

John looks down at you and nods, “You should be familiar with it too. It’s how I look at you every day.”

“Please,” you roll your eyes and start to walk away but he pulls you back to him.

“I mean it, and you know I do.” he whispers in your ear, “You know that I’m still crazy about you. The butterflies in my stomach right now are insane, all because I get to spend the night with you with no interruptions.”

You scoff, “Because you’re getting some, that’s why.”

“Do you really think that of me?” he asks, turning you around to look at him.

You open your mouth to reply, to tell him that you’re joking, but the door swings open as Logan ushers his girlfriend in. You glance back at John and meet his gaze for a moment, then you look back at Logan.

It was a joke. Surely he knows that!

“This is my girlfriend, Daniela,” Logan smiles proudly.

“Hi,” you reach out and shake her hand, "It's nice to meet you! I’m Y/N, and this is my husband, John.”

Daniela is as cute as a button! A tiny little thing with curly red hair and freckles that make her green eyes even more vibrant--she looks like the real life version of Merida. Ronan would be obsessed. Standing next to Logan, who has gotten so much taller lately, makes her look even smaller than she is.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she says quietly, then looks up at Logan, “Thanks for letting him stay here.”

“We don’t mind,” you wave it off, “We actually really like having him there.”

Daniela holds his hand tight and smiles at him when he looks down at her. John clears his throat a little and you look over at him as he looks at you. He’s still upset with you, but you’ll talk later.

“We’re just grabbing the last of our things, and the house is all yours. Oh, just remember to let Bleu go potty before bed.” you say, and Logan nods. “Both him and Toast also need their bowls filled too. Toast always gets wet food before bed, and Bleu gets a treat.”

“I got it, Mrs. Wick.” he says, and you shoot him a look since he never calls you Mrs. Wick anymore. He grins and shuffles in place a little, “I won’t forget, I promise.”

You reach out and hug Logan, “We trust that you won’t.”

You walk over to get your purse and phone while Logan gestures for Daniela to head into his room. He points down the hall and nods his head, then he rushes over to John and practically pulls him into the kitchen. You can hear John’s deep voice, but you’re not sure what he’s saying, so you grab your things and head into the kitchen.

“All good?”

Logan nods as he rushes past you, “Yup. See you two tomorrow.”

“Call us if you need anything.” you say, and he nods before quickly walking to his room. You look at John, “What was that about?”

“Just wanted to ask me something.”

You squint your eyes, “About what?”

“Just some stuff.” he says, and you slouch a little, “Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay, well, you’re being an ass.” you say as you walk away from him, heading out to the car.

John swings the car door open a little harder than usual and tosses his bag in the back, then he gets in and slams his door. You furrow your brow and look over at him as he starts the car, and you shake your head, turning towards the window.

If he wants to be a dick, then you just won’t talk to him.

Pulling into the parking lot, you shift in your seat a little and look up from your phone. The car ride was completely silent other than the radio, which softly played several songs that you and John love. John didn’t say a word to you, and you didn’t say anything to him. He didn’t even hold your hand or rest his hand on your thigh either. You just looked at your phone the whole time. He pulls into a parking spot and turns the car off, and you both sit there.

“What’s the point in us even still coming here?” he finally says, and you look at him, “If we’re just going to ignore each other all night, this isn’t worth it.”

“You get a room, and I get my own.”

John scoffs, “Is that what you really want?”

“If you’re going to be an asshole all night, then yes.”

“Fine.” he gets out of the car and grabs his bag, leaving you alone.

You look over your shoulder and watch as he walks into the hotel, and you sit in shock for a few minutes before finally getting out of the car. You pull your phone out and call Tess, listening to it ring while you get inside and search the lobby for John--he’s already gone.

“Hi, hey, Tess, hold on.” you put your phone against your chest and smile at the woman behind the desk, “Just a room for one.”

The woman takes down a few things from you and asks for your ID and asks a few other questions, then she slides it back along with a key card that has your room number on it. You take your bag and head to the elevator, pressing the button for the third floor.

You put your phone back up to your ear and lean against the wall, “You still there?”

“Are you at a hotel?”

You sigh, “Yes, John and I wanted to come stay here tonight while Logan had his girlfriend over--”

“Did you meet her?”

“Yeah, she’s super adorable. He’s completely in love with her. It’s so cute.”

Tess laughs, “Adorable.”

“Anyway, John and I were planning on staying at a hotel, but now we’re fighting. I don’t know, it’s weird.”

“What did you do?”

Rolling your eyes, you step onto your floor and head down the hall to room 305, “I didn’t do anything. Why is it my fault?”

“Then what did he do?”

“I don’t know. He was just kind of being an ass.”

Tess starts to laugh, “But how?”

Before you even say it, you know she’s going to side with John, because even you know you were out of line for what you said.

“All I did was mention how Logan looked like he was in love, and John said something about how he looks like that when he’s with me because he’s in love too,” you say, and Tess playfully groans. You slide your key into the door and head in, “He said how he had butterflies in his stomach because he was so excited to spend the night with me. I may have said that he’s only excited because he’s getting laid. He wasn’t happy about that, then after that he was just short with me.”

Tess is quiet before she laughs, “So, it was your fault.”

“I mean, I guess, but you’re my sister, you’re not supposed to tell me I’m wrong.”

“Wrong! I’m your sister, so I am absolutely supposed to tell you when you’re wrong, and right now, you’re wrong.” she says as you plop down on the bed, “Babe, you know John is in love with you and you know he was excited to spend the night with you. I know John, and I know everything that you’ve told me over the years. If you told him that you didn’t want to have sex tonight, he would absolutely be cool with that. He’d be fine just laying in bed watching movies with you, and you know it. You got a good man, goose.”

You flop back on the bed and close your eyes, “I know you’re right.”

“I love when you say that,” she laughs as you shake your head, “So, you’re both in separate rooms?”

“Yeah, and this hotel is big, so I have no idea where he is.”

“So, call him.” she says, and you sit up and exhale, “Call him and fix this. You’ll feel like shit until then.”

“You know, sometimes I wish you’d take my side on things.”

Tess bursts into laughter, “I will when you’re right, but you’re so wrong right now, babe, it’s not even funny. I am firmly Team John on this one.”

“You’re annoying. I’ll call you later,” you say as you kick off your shoes, and you listen to Tess laughing as you hang up.

She’s right. You hate to admit it, but she is right. You only hate to admit it because she’s your big sister. You know you’re in the wrong here.

Since the information is confidential, you can’t really ask what room John is staying in, which means you have absolutely no idea where he could be. Even if you said that he’s your husband, they still wouldn’t tell you. They saw the two of you come in at separate times.

You scroll to John’s name on your phone and press it to your ear, instantly getting his voicemail. You hang up and call him again. And again.

“Hi, you’re not answering so you might have your phone off, which means you’re really mad at me. You never turn your phone off. Anyway, I just wanted to know what room you’re in so we could talk.” you sigh loudly, trying your best not to cry, “I don’t want to do this over the phone. I’d prefer it in person, of course. Just…call me when you get this or come to my room. I’m in 305.”

Hanging up the phone, you scoot up in bed and curl into a ball, clutching your phone in your hand.

The sun is starting to go down when you finally sit up in bed after having fallen asleep. You stretch and yawn, then you look down at your phone and see you don’t have any missed calls from John, so you decide to call him. Voicemail again.

Your stomach rumbles loudly, and you groan before getting off the bed to use the bathroom before changing into something else. You’re not going to stay cooped up in the room all night, plus you need to make sure the car is still here. If it is, that means John is still somewhere in the hotel.

After changing and putting on some different shoes, you grab your purse and head to the elevator. You walk outside and look over to where John parked the car and see it sitting there still.

“So, he’s still here,” you say to yourself, then you turn around and walk back inside.

There’s a sign with arrows pointing to the bar and restaurant on the other end of the hotel, so you follow the signs until you get there. You look around the place in search of John, but you don’t see him.

“Can I get you a table?”

“Oh, uh…” you look at the hostess and blink a few times, “Sure.”

You follow behind the hostess while you look around for John, then you sit down and face the door. If he comes in, you’ll spot him. Your back is to the large open doors where the patio is, and you can feel the breeze coming off the ocean. You shiver a little and wrap your arms around yourself, rubbing your arms to warm yourself up.

Exhaling softly, you search the restaurant for John but still no sign of him. You get out your phone and text Tess. Maybe he’s reached out to Jimmy.

I can’t find him! He won’t answer his phone and I can’t ask for his room info. They won’t give that out to me.

Knock on every door.

Be serious!

I am. You know he’d do it for you.

Apparently not since I still can’t find him. Has he called or texted Jimmy at all?

Nope.

You’re really no help lately. What’s your deal?

I'm sorry! Finny is like…shitting his brains out, so I’m a little busy.

Is he okay?!

Stomach bug. He’ll be fine. And you will be too. You’ll find John. He’s probably looking for you too.

You put your phone down when the waitress comes over to ask if you’d like some appetizers, but you’re not in the mood to even eat right now, so you just get something to drink.

You’re not only sad, you’re starting to get really anxious. Not knowing where John is is just making your stomach hurt. You’re so anxious that you’re getting heartburn. You let out a big sigh and stretch up to look at the bar for John, then you slouch. You toss a few dollars onto the table and get up, heading out the back to the patio. Still no sign of John.

When you step back inside, your eyes immediately land on the dark-haired man sitting at the bar, drinking a glass of whiskey, and you start to smile. He’s here. You walk up beside him and hop onto the stool as he looks at you. He sits up straight and raises his brows, waiting for you to say something.

“You weren’t answering your phone.”

“I don’t have it with me. I forgot it at home,” he says, and you nod, “Tried getting your information at the front desk. They wouldn’t give it to me. They didn’t care that I said I was looking for my wife; I…might have caused a little scene.”

You smile when the bartender puts a glass of water in front of you, then you sigh and look at John as he watches you closely, “I’m sorry about what I said.”

“Can we…” he shakes his head, “Can we talk about this somewhere else?”

A group of guys are laughing loudly in the corner while the radio overhead blasts music, and you nod your head. It would be best to do this somewhere else. John gets off the stool and reaches for your hand to help you down, and the two of you walk to the door and out to the elevator. You almost expect him to let go of your hand, but this is your husband, this is Jonathan Wick; he absolutely will do no such thing.

“I’m in room 305,” you say, and John holds up his card, “My room or yours?”

“Wherever.”

If you two weren’t upset with one another, this might be kind of hot. Like you met a stranger in the bar and are going back to your room with him. You tuck it in the back of your mind for another night when you and John are feeling adventurous.

“Why don’t we just talk in your room? It’s closer.” he suggests, and you nod in agreement before pressing the button for the third floor.

You lean back against the wall and stare ahead, trying not to cry. John never really gets mad at you, so the fact that he’s clearly upset with you just makes you want to sob right now. He really is the sweetest, most gentle, and kindest man you’ve ever met, and upsetting him is like the worst thing in the world--and he does not get upset like this easily with you. You just never want to let him down. Despite the two of you being in a bit of a fight, he still presses a kiss to the back of your hand.

Again, he’s still your husband, and even if you two are fighting, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you. John never fails to show that.

Pulling your key card out, you slide it into the door and jerk your head back when the light beeps red rather than green. You slide it through the door again and get the same red dot.

“Peach…” John calls out, and you look over your shoulder as he points to the room number. “Wrong room.”

You’re so stressed and flustered that you weren’t paying attention to the room number. You keep your head down as you turn around and slide your key through the correct door. You push it open and gesture for John to come in, then you lock it behind you. John sits on the bed and looks at you when you lean against the desk across from him.

Since this is all your fault, you need to apologize first, which you have no problem doing.

“I’m sorry about what I said.”

“Do you know why I’m mad?”

You nod, “Because I said you were only excited about being with me tonight because we were going to have sex. Oh, and I called you an ass.”

“You can call me an ass all you want, because you’re right, I was being a bit of an asshole.” he says as you look at him, “But what pisses me off is you thinking I only cared about coming out here tonight because of sex.”

“Well, to be fair, I said we were going to have lots of sex, so really, I shouldn’t even have gotten mad because I was insinuating it earlier.”

“But even if we were planning on coming here for that, you clearly think that’s the only reason I would ever be excited to be alone with you.” he says, and you just stare at him, “Right?”

“Right.”

“Why?” he asks, and you look at him with tearful eyes, “Why do you think that?”

You shrug, “Because doesn’t every marriage get there at some point? They stop enjoying just being alone and sitting together, and they only spend time together when they’re going to have sex.”

“Have I ever made you feel like I’m not happy unless we have sex?” he asks, and you shake your head. “Have I ever made you feel guilty if you’re not in the mood? I am genuinely asking.”

“No.”

John scoots to the edge of the bed and reaches for your hand, “Of course I’m excited to be alone with you. Of course I want to have sex with you--you’re sexy! You’re my wife and I’m incredibly attracted to you! But I’m also completely fine with just ordering room service, watching a movie, and holding you all night with no distractions. I love you, mouse, and I don’t care if we stay up all night having sex or if we pass out at 9 o’clock after eating some food. I just want to spend time with you. I genuinely really like you. I like spending time with you. You make me feel good. You make me laugh. I want to be around you…literally all the time. I hate it when we’re not together.”

“I’m sorry.” you say as he pulls you closer to sit next to him, “I just…I don’t know. Why do you even like me? Like, I just wonder sometimes.”

“You want a list of reasons? Because I will gladly list all the reasons I like you. We’ll be here a long time, but I’ll do it.” he says as you laugh, shaking your head, “Are you sure? I can.”

You shake your head, “I’m being needy.”

“You’re asking for reassurance,” he says softly, tilting your chin up so you’ll look at him, “And I’m more than happy to give that to you.”

“I don’t even know why I’m being like this,” you get up and groan a little, “I was fine all day! We were fine all day. We cleaned up the basement, got ready to leave, and then this happened. I’m so stupid!”

John furrows his brow, “Hey! Don’t talk about my wife like that.”

You laugh as a tear slides down your cheek, “I’m insane.”

“You’re not. Stop saying those things about yourself,” he walks over and reaches for your hands, “Sometimes we just feel random things.”

“You never feel this way.”

John chuckles, “Trust me, I wonder every day why the hell you’re with me.”

“What? Why? That’s…that’s stupid. I’m crazy about you! I love you so much. Why would you ever question that?”

“See? Now you know how I feel right now.” he says, and you roll your eyes. “Look at me.”

You sniffle as you look back at him through blurry eyes.

“I love you more than anything in this world,” he says as you bite your lip to stop yourself from full-on sobbing. “Whether we spend tonight watching a movie and stuffing our faces with food, or we…spend the night under the covers, I don’t care. I’m just happy to be with you. I’m kind of like Bleu when he gets to go in the car. He has no idea where he’s going, but he’s happy to be along for the ride with you.”

You start to laugh, “Did you just compare your love for me to our dog’s love for car rides?”

“Yeah, I did.” he smiles, and you shake your head a little. “Of course I want to have sex with you. Look at you.”

“Shut up!” you laugh, hiding your face in his chest.

He tilts your head back and looks into your eyes with an intense gaze, “I want to do whatever you want to do tonight. As long as we’re together, I’m happy. Isn’t that what date night is all about?”

You hold his gaze when you realize he’s just echoed your words from earlier, and you close your eyes and lean against his chest. He wraps his arms around you and holds you for a few moments, then he leans down and kisses you.

“I never want you to feel like sex is the only reason I’m here.” he whispers softly as you nod, “It’s a great bonus, but it’s not the main reason I’m here. I love you, I love our life, I love our daughter. I’m here because I can’t breathe without you. You absolutely complete me, and I would be no one without you.”

“Stop,” you put your head in your hands as you cry, and John starts to laugh. “You’re too sweet and I can’t do this!”

John laughs as he pulls you to the bed and sets you in his lap. You finally stop crying and sit back to look at him as he smiles. He wipes away the remaining tears on your face, then he presses a kiss to your cheek.

“I am so sorry for what I said, and I’m sorry about tonight,” you say softly as he nods, “Seriously. I want you to know that I know you’re not just here for sex. Most of the time it’s me jumping on you.”

John squints his eyes, “Mmmm, not true.”

“Is too! Look at you! You wanna talk about someone sexy? Look at you. Look in the mirror right now and tell me you wouldn’t have sex with this guy.” you say as John laughs, shaking his head, “Anyway, I know you’re not just here for that. I had a…lapse in judgement and I apologize. Sincerely.”

“I accept your apology.”

You let out a big breath and close your eyes, “Thank you.”

“You think I wasn’t going to forgive you?”

“I wouldn't have blamed you! I was stupid.”

John shakes his head, “Stop calling yourself that. Stop talking about my wife that way!”

“Sorry,” you playfully frown, but you smile when you he leans up to kiss you.

“I’m sorry too,” he says, and you wave it off, “No, I need to apologize. I should have known you were just feeling a certain way. I know you. I should have figured it out.”

“John, I don’t expect you to be a mind reader,” you say, and he shrugs, “You can’t read my mind. I need to learn to vocalize what I’m feeling more, but I’ve never had someone who has cared about that before. I’ll work harder on that. I want us to continue talking to each other about our feelings.”

John nods, “But I’m still sorry. I was an asshole to you. I should have been more considerate and not rushed to being angry with you. I’ll work on it too. We’ll work on it together.”

“See?” you smile as you look at him, “This is why we’re so perfect for each other.”

“It’s true,” John holds you in his lap and hugs you tight, “We don’t really need two rooms, do we?”

“No, we don’t. What a dumb idea. Who came up with that?” you joke, and John smiles before kissing you.

“I’ll go grab my bag and come back here. If that’s cool with you.”

You stand up and nod, “Yeah, unless your room is cooler.”

“It’s not. It faces the parking lot.” he laughs, walking over to your balcony, “You got a beach view.”

The sun is still hanging low in the sky, turning it beautiful hues of pinks and oranges. You look over at John as the sun warms his face, and you smile when he looks at you. You immediately tear up again, so he pulls you into his arms.

“It’s okay,” he whispers into your hair, “We’re okay, baby.”

“I’m really sorry.”

John chuckles, “I know you are, and I am too.”

“Don’t apologize again.”

“I was being an asshole!” he says as you laugh, “I was being an ass and I upset you. I’m sorry.”

You nuzzle into John’s arms and close your eyes, “Me too.”

“Promise me one thing,” he whispers, and you tilt your head back, “You’ll never think I’m just here for sex.”

“I won’t,” you shake your head, holding his gaze, “I never did. I just…I don’t know, I was being stupid.”

John smooths your hair back and presses a soft kiss to your lips, “We have so much more than just our attraction to one another, don’t we?”

“We do,” you say as you start to smile, “We have a lot of love between us.”

“Can’t imagine my life without you, peach.” he says, swallowing hard as if he’s about to cry. “I don’t even want to think about it. Let’s talk about something else instead.”

Right on cue, your stomach rumbles loudly and causes John to laugh. He walks over and sits down on the bed, then he gets the menu out and happily hands it over to you.

John left to get his bag from his room and to check out. There’s no reason to have two rooms now that things are better. You still felt like an idiot, but after getting some food and talking with John, you feel better. He hasn’t even brought up the argument earlier, so he’s completely moved past it.

That’s the thing about John when it comes to you: he’s never going to bring up something that upset you and throw it in your face. He’s never going to bring it up again once it’s been dealt with. He moves on. When it comes to you, John is always quick to forgive and forget. He isn’t one to dwell on fights or arguments, and you know he’ll never bring it up later on just to hurt you.

You shot a quick text to Tess to let her know that everything is fine with John and that he left his phone at home. You also sent a text to Logan to let him know that John’s phone was at home as well, but you never got a response. You’re sure he’s just having fun. Gross. Ew. You don’t even want to think about it.

Since John left to get his things, you decided to quickly change into the lingerie that you brought with you. Obviously you know that John isn’t just here for sex, but you want him so bad. The way he’s so soft-spoken and sweet to you just melts you and turns you on. He’s hot! And the fact that he loves you so unconditionally just makes you want him even more. Not to mention, you and John aren’t able to actually be loud during sex very often. His hand over your mouth or your face pressed into the mattress can be hot, but sometimes you just need to scream for your man.

You’re sitting on the bed in your robe when the door finally opens, and you perk up and smile when John walks in. You kneel on the bed and crawl over to kiss him, and he drops his bag to the floor and rests his hands on your waist. He leans back as he moves his fingers a little, feeling the thin lace of your underwear, then he looks down at your chest.

“Peach…”

“Yeah…” you match his tone and grin as he looks at you.

John shakes his head, “You didn’t have to do this. You don’t have to do this.”

“Well,” you sit back on your knees, “You’re kind of like…really respectful of me, and that’s hot.”

He laughs, “Well, yeah, of course I respect you.”

“That’s so hot,” you say, and John laughs as you untie your robe a little to reveal a sliver of the lingerie underneath, “If you want, of course.”

“Well, when have I ever said no?” he laughs, and you smile proudly. “You’re not just doing this for my sake, are you?”

You kneel on the bed and pull him closer by his belt, “No. I wasn’t lying when I said that you being respectful of me was hot, but also…can I admit something?”

“Yeah.”

“Earlier when you were downstairs cleaning up the basement and you were all sweaty,” you bite your lip as he nods, “I so badly wanted you to bend me over and fuck me right there on the couch.”

A smile spreads on John’s face, “Really?”

“Yeah! That shirt you were wearing was soaked through, and I could see your tattoos--you know I’m a sucker for your tattoos.” you say, then you run your hand down his arms, “And your biceps look particularly good lately. I just want to sink my teeth into them.”

John cups your face as he pulls you closer to him, “What else? What else do you want to do?”

“So many things,” you laugh quietly, resting your forehead against his, “I want to feel you in my throat, I want to feel your beard on my thighs.”

“Mhm, what else?”

You reach down and begin undoing John’s belt as you hold his gaze, “I want you so deep inside of me when you come. What about you? What do you want?”

John’s laugh is low against your temple as he cups your ass in his hands, “I want to taste that perfect pussy of yours, want you riding my face until your legs are shaking and you’re screaming my name.”

“Mm,” you hum as you tilt your head back to look into his eyes, “69?”

“That’s always good,” he kisses you slowly and hums before meeting your gaze, “It’s all up to you, my peach.”

You pull John’s belt from around his waist and toss it aside, “I’m fine with anything and everything.”

“I think anything and everything can be arranged,” he whispers, and you bite your lip as he gently lays you down on the bed so he can worship you.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, feeling grateful for this night with John and that it didn’t end up being a disaster after all. The soft sound of John's breathing lulls you into a state of relaxation, and you let yourself sink deeper into the mattress by his side.

As you lay there, lost in thought, you become aware of John's hand on your arm. It's warm and reassuring, and you feel a surge of love for him wash over you. You turn towards him, and he smiles at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Without a word, he pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. You rest your head on his chest and listen to the steady beat of his heart as it matches yours. Right now, nothing else matters except for the two of you together in this bed, surrounded by pure love and happiness.

“Earlier when Logan wanted to talk to me,” he finally says, and you tilt your head up to look at him, “He was asking where I kept condoms.”

“Okay, ew.”

John laughs quietly, his chest bouncing with the movement, “Which is why I didn’t tell you what he wanted to talk about. I wasn’t being an ass. I was just not telling you since you didn’t want to hear it.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to hear it or that I’m immature or something. It’s just…he’s kind of become our kid these past few weeks. I know he’s eighteen, but he’s still so much a kid sometimes, you know?”

“He didn’t really get a childhood, but he’s doing really well lately,” John presses a kiss to your forehead and exhales, “I told him that we keep them in our bathroom linen closet. The box is unopened, so…”

You scrunch your face up, “Oh, gross. Now we’ll know if the box is unopened.”

“Better safe than sorry.”

“Yeah, true,” you say as John pulls you back into his arms.

John sits up and looks down at you, “Should we order some dessert?”

“Yes!”

Shooting up in bed, you reach for the phone and hand it to John. He orders two hot fudge sundaes and some chocolate chip cookies, then he puts the phone back down and kisses you, humming when you cup his face and flop back on the bed.

“Tonight had a rough start, but it ended up being really good.”

“That was my fault,” you whisper, lightly rubbing your thumb against his bottom lip, “Sorry.”

He smiles before kissing your thumb, “It’s okay.”

You touch the small scar on John’s upper lip and look into his eyes, “You’re so perfect for me, Jonathan. Just everything about you is so perfect for me. If I don’t sound too corny, I think you were made for me.”

“I think I was too, just like you were made for me,” he replies, and you feel your eyes filling with tears. “I know it hasn’t been that long, but I was thinking about something…”

“Okay.”

John takes a deep breath and shrugs, “Would you want to renew our vows sometime soon?”

You tilt your head and smile, “Yeah!”

“Helen and I did it just before our five year anniversary, but I was thinking…” he clears his throat and sits up a little, “It’s already past our anniversary, but that doesn’t matter. We could have it next month or something. We could have all of our friends and family there.”

“I like that idea.”

John tucks your hair behind your ear and smiles, “I know it’s not really a milestone year, but that shouldn’t matter. We’ve gone through a lot these past few years, and…these have been the best years of my life.”

You sit up and pull the sheet over your chest, “Mine too.”

“I want to do this for not only you, but for us.” he says, and you nod. “And Ro is here now. She can be our flower girl.”

“What made you think of this?”

John looks down before he looks at you, his gaze intense, “We’ve really made a new family these past three years; Jimmy, Tess, Finn, April, Jen, Amanda, Aurelio, their kids, your parents, and Logan, everyone at the shops. You know how devoted I am to you, but I’d like to reaffirm that commitment in front of some really important people. And I just want to celebrate our love.”

“You…are so cute,” you start to laugh as you lean up to kiss him. “I think it would be a really fun thing to do. I would also love to reaffirm my commitment to you, which makes it sound like I’ve been sneaking around behind your back.”

John chuckles, “You’d have to be out of my sight for that.”

“God, I know! You’re like obsessed with me!”

“I am!” he laughs loudly, nodding his head, “I’m very obsessed with you!”

Cupping his face, you kiss him, “I am too.”

“I love you, Mrs. Wick.”

“I love you too, Mr. Wick.” you whisper against his lips.

There’s a knock on the door, so John quickly throws on his boxers and answers it while you stay in bed. He rolls the cart in that has your desserts on it and you happily take the sundae from him when he hands it to you.

“I couldn’t imagine cheating on you,” you say, and he looks over at you with those sweet brown eyes, “For obvious reasons, of course, but…you’d know within a minute if someone was cheating on you. You have eyes and ears all over New York. Everyone is so loyal to you.”

John nods, “I would probably find out pretty quickly. Probably why no one has ever cheated on me.”

You scoff, “Stop. You know why no one ever has cheated on you, babe. You’re a really good man and everyone who has ever been with you has been so lucky.”

“I’ve only been in two serious relationships.” he reminds you, and you shrug.

“And you married both of them and made both of them very, very happy ladies, so…” you point your spoon at him, “That says a lot about you.”

You both fall silent as you eat your ice cream and watch TV, but something is nagging at you.

“I feel like that was a really weird thing to say,” you say, and John looks over at you and raises his brows in question, “About cheating on you. I shouldn’t have said that. It was weird.”

“You say a lot of weird things, peach.”

You laugh when he smiles, “I do, but I don’t want you to think that cheating on you has ever crossed my mind.”

“I have never thought that,” he says reassuringly, “Honestly. I’ve never thought it. I don’t want you to think that I have people watching your every move, because I definitely don’t.”

“They’d be bored. I’m with you most of the time.” you laugh as John smiles, “I’m as loyal as a person can be.”

John smiles, “As am I.”

“I love you,” you lean over and kiss him, then you lean back against the headboard and look down at the chocolate in your sundae. You smirk as you take a little bit and place it on your breast, “Oh no!”

“What?” John looks over and immediately starts to smile, “Uh oh. We better get that taken care of.”

You bite your bottom lip and smile as John leans over to lick it off of you, “So weird. I actually think you have some…right down there.”

John looks down when you point to his crotch, “Oh, wow, I do. How crazy.”

“I better take care of that.”

“Yeah, yeah, definitely.” John grins, leaning over to give you sticky, sweet kisses.

Logan called this afternoon to let you know that Daniela was gone and that the house was cleaned. You didn’t even expect him to call at all, but it was nice that he did, and the fact that he cleaned the house on top of it was a pleasant bonus. You and John checked out of the hotel and headed off to your mom’s to get your sweet chunky girl, then you made your way home, all while Ronan squealed happily in the backseat with her faithful bunny, Coco. It’s cute how much she loves it since John bought it for her all the way back when you were in Italy before you were even pregnant. She doesn’t go anywhere without Coco.

Once you were home, you took her up to her room for a quick nap, then you headed back down to find John. You might be clinging to him more than usual (who could ever tell though? You’re always clinging onto him), but he doesn’t seem to mind, mostly because the moment you’re both out of each other’s eyesight, you’re looking for one another a second later. You’ve always been like this though.

John’s voice carries from the back patio, and you skip happily through the kitchen. You see that he’s talking to Logan and they seem to be in deep conversation, so you hang back and listen through the open window.

“So, everything went okay last night?”

Logan nods as he looks at me, smiling proudly, “Yeah, it was really cool. Didn’t hurt that I get to stay in this place. She’d never been to my house or met my parents before, so she was nervous to meet you and Y/N.”

“I think Y/N would probably love to have a sit-down dinner with her or something at some point.” I say, and Logan grimaces, “Don’t worry. I’d be there the whole time. Act as a buffer. She’s not so bad.”

“Nah, she’s great.”

I smile, nodding my head, “She’s not entirely sure how to navigate things with you, and if I’m honest, I don’t either. We understand that you’re eighteen, but…I guess being parents ourselves and knowing everything you were going through, we feel very protective of you, but we also don’t want to overstep. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah, I get that.” he nods, glancing up at me.

“Anyway, don’t worry, I’ll keep Y/N at bay if you ever want Daniela to come over. You’re more than welcome to invite her over to swim or anything. We won’t hover. As much as she teases, Y/N won’t.” I say, and Logan laughs.

We sit quietly for a few moments while Logan scrolls through his phone. He chuckles a little and sets it in his lap, then he exhales and sits back.

I glance over at him, curious. "What's so funny?"

Logan shakes his head, "Just a stupid meme Daniela sent me."

I nod, smiling in understanding. Y/N always sends me those Tiky-tok video things. I have no idea what they’re about half the time, but I watch them since she sent them. Most of the time it’s kids saying funny stuff or wives pranking their husbands.

After a few minutes, Logan clears his throat and sits up straighter, "So, I wanted to ask you something.”

I turn to him, “Sure.”

“It’s kind of stupid,” he says, but I shake my head. He takes a deep breath and exhales, “How did you know Y/N was the one?”

"I just knew," I reply with a smile, thinking back to the moment I first met Y/N on that September day. “I know that’s a stupid answer, but now that I think about it, I just knew.”

There was an instant connection that I couldn't explain, but it felt right. I remember how my feelings for her deepened over time as we shared more experiences and moments together. The whole year before I met her was like pieces of a puzzle falling into place. Everything was looking up for me, but the one area of my life where I didn’t have what I wanted was my love life. But I met her one day, and it became clear that she was the missing piece. When I stood back and looked at my metaphorical puzzle, it was missing a piece, and it was her.

Logan chuckles, “Wanna elaborate?”

“We went through some tough times and I realized how much she meant to me, and during that time she showed her unwavering support and love for me. It made me realize that she was the one who would always be by my side no matter what life threw at us. And life has thrown some weird shit at us.”

He nods thoughtfully, taking in my words, “But how can you be so sure? I’m not saying she’s not the one for you--it’s clear you two are…ya know, in love. I’m just…wondering for personal reasons.”

“I get it,” I nod when he looks at me, “Y/N was meant to be in my life from the very beginning. Every decision and even every mistake I made led me to her even if I didn’t know it at the time. Every mistake, every victory, everything, it all led to her, and now I can't imagine living without her--the thought of that just gives me anxiety. There's something about her that just clicked with me from the start; her personality, her sense of humor, her kindness, all of it just felt right. She’s been one of the few people who has ever learned about my past and never treated me any differently. When I told her, I just assumed she’d run away from me, but she…she just loved me harder and she was adamant about staying in my life, and I’m incredibly grateful for that.”

“Did you ever break up? You said you had hard times…”

“We did. We had this huge fight--back when she finally found out who I was--and she left. She said she’d call when she was ready to talk to me. We didn’t talk for a week.” I laugh quietly, recalling the memory and remembering how absolutely heartbroken I was, “It was the longest week of my fucking life if I’m honest. It was really rough.”

“I bet.”

I let out another small laugh, “She actually went out on a date with another guy during that time.”

Logan widens his eyes, “Were you mad?”

“No,” I say, then I laugh and shrug, “Okay, maybe a little bit, but I wasn’t mad at her. I was mad at myself. Maybe a little mad at the guy too. He had his eye on her for a while, even when we were together, and I didn’t like it--that’s a story for another day. But I fucked up. I pushed her away. I saw them together one night and it killed me. I already knew she was the one for me, but seeing her with someone else just tore me apart. It absolutely destroyed me. She admitted that she only went out with him to make me mad--it worked--and she regretted the date. I never wanted to make her feel bad about it though. I loved her, and I wanted what was best for her, even if it meant it wasn’t me. I still feel that way, but the thing is, I know I’m what’s best for her.”

“Did you guys break up because of who you are?”

“No,” I laugh as I look at him, “It wasn’t. It was because I lied. Not because I’m…me, it was because I wasn’t truthful about it, and she was hurt that I lied to her. Isn’t that crazy?”

Logan shrugs as he laughs, “Lying is fucked up.”

“Our fights nowadays don’t last more than a day. I can’t stay mad at her, and hopefully, she can’t stay mad at me. That’s just not how our marriage works. We immediately want to work things out--that’s how much she means to me; I can’t stand being upset with one another.”

I pause for a few minutes while I gather my thoughts.

“I lost my last wife.” I say, and Logan nods, “So, I never want to lose any time with Y/N now. I don’t want to spend hours or even minutes fighting or being upset because I know how quickly someone can be taken from you. I don’t want to lose her.”

I smile as memories of Y/N flood my mind--all the laughter we've shared together, all the tears we've shed, all the milestones we've accomplished as a team rather than alone, all of these things remind me why she is undoubtedly the one for me.

“Sometimes words aren't enough to describe what you feel in your heart when you meet someone who feels like home.” I say, and Logan looks at me like it’s the most profound thing he’s ever heard, “So, to answer your question, about being so sure, it's about having trust in your connection with someone and being willing to work through any challenges that come your way. I love her more than anything in this world, and I am lucky for every day that she says she loves me too. And as…corny as it is, when you know, you really do know.”

Finally, he speaks up again, his voice softer this time, “I understand what you’re saying. I’m only eighteen, so it probably won’t happen for me for a long time, huh?”

“Not necessarily true,” I shake my head, “I never thought I’d get married again after Helen passed, but I met Y/N and everything changed, and I knew I couldn’t live one more day without her. I never thought I’d be a dad. Now I can’t imagine not being a dad. Ronan is one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I absolutely love being a dad, and I love it even more because I get to be a parent with my best friend. We never know what life is going to bring us.”

Logan nods, “Yeah, I guess.”

“Do you…feel that way about Daniela?”

“Woah, we’ve only been dating for three months.” he says, laughing nervously, but I can tell he does. He wouldn’t be asking otherwise.

I shake my head, “Doesn’t matter. I was only with Y/N for about two weeks before I knew. I probably knew sooner than that, to be honest. The amount of time doesn’t matter.”

Logan nods his head as he smiles, “Then yeah. I do feel that way about her. She’s the only person, other than you and Y/N that has stuck with me through all this stuff with my parents. I’m trying every day to be a better guy for her. I’m saving up all my money for my own place since I’m sure she doesn’t want to hang out here all the time. I just want to be a good guy for her.”

“And I’m sure she thinks you are.” I smile at him when he looks at me. “I’ll give you a little advice. Never stop chasing her. Keep surprising her. Keep winning her over. Time and time again. Trust me, it’s worth it. Every time I make Y/N laugh, I know I’m doing something right. It’s the best feeling in the world. You never want to lose that. Don’t ever stop trying to be the best guy for her. I promise it’s worth it, and if she’s the right one for you, she’ll be able to tell how you’ve never stopped chasing her.”

“Do you think Y/N can tell?”

I smile, “Yeah, I think she can.”

“Are you boys having heart-to-hearts out here without me?” Y/N asks as she pushes the patio door open. She thinks I don’t know that she was listening that whole time. I know the sound the floor makes near the window, and I heard it creak about five minutes ago. “Not fair!”

I laugh when she plops down on the love seat next to me, “We’re having guy chats.”

“Ooh,” she rolls her eyes dramatically, “I can leave.”

I look at her and squint my eyes, “You just listened that whole time.”

“I did not!” she mocks a gasp, putting her hand over her heart, “How dare you!”

Logan laughs, “I knew you were there. I could see you!”

“Okay, fine!” she throws her arms up and pouts, “Maybe I just wanted to be part of the guy chats!”

“Next time, mouse,” I say, nudging her chin with my knuckle.

Y/N laughs as she looks at us both, “And yes, I can tell that John has never stopped chasing me. I’ve never stopped chasing him either.”

“My favorite girl,” I say as I tuck her hair behind her ear.

Y/N smiles at me before she looks at Logan, “Look, I won’t hover because I’m not…your mom or anyone to you, really, but I would really like to have Daniela over for dinner sometime. You’re more than welcome to let her come over whenever.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it.” he says, then he shrugs, “You are someone to me though, but I get what you mean. You two took on a lot when you took me in, so thank you. I know you’re not really my parents, but you kind of are, and you’re doing a good job.”

Y/N puts her hand over her heart and smiles at him, “Thank you.”

Logan laughs, “You’re welcome.”

“And one last thing…” she sighs loudly and looks up at the ceiling before looking at him, “If you ever need the place to yourselves for…reasons, tell John, not me. He can handle it and get us out of the house so you can have alone time.”

Logan laughs as he puts his head down, “Okay.”

“I know you don’t plan to stay here forever, but until we find you a place…” she looks at him and nods, and he smiles. “This is your home, Logan. Please don’t ever think otherwise.”

I smile at Y/N when she looks at me, “Ro down?”

“Yeah,” she nuzzles into my arms and rests her head against my shoulder, “I think we should all go out for dinner. I don’t wanna cook.”

“Oh, that reminds me,” Logan says, and we look at him, “Daniela loved what I made last night. Thanks for the recipe.”

Y/N smiles proudly, “It was the first meal I ever made for John, and he still asks for it about once a week.”

“I love it,” I say, hugging Y/N closer to me, “And it’s still as good as the first time. I might argue it’s gotten even better.”

A smug smile spreads on her face when she looks at me, then she squints her eyes, “I’m not making it tonight.”

“Damn!” I jokingly stomp my foot, then I grab her and hug her tight, “We can go out to eat then.”

Logan’s phone starts to ring and he holds it up, “It’s Daniela. I’m gonna take this inside.”

I smile at him as he walks past, then I look down at Y/N when she smiles at me, “What?”

“You’re so cute. Having little heart-to-hearts with Logan, gushing about me even after I was insane last night.”

“You weren’t insane, peach,” I lightly push her head down to rest on my shoulder, “We all have our moments.”

She laughs, “I have lots of moments.”

“I have moments too,” I say, then I laugh, “Remember how I reacted that day that guy was talking to you at the shop. That was a bad moment.”

Laughing loudly, she sits up to look at me, “I just helped him find a book. You literally told me that we looked good together, and I was so insulted! I don’t look good with anyone but you! You were like ‘Oh, well, you two would have made a good couple.’ I was so mad at you!”

I laugh when she mocks my voice, “See? I have bad moments too.”

“Oh, babe, it was so bad,” she laughs, scrunching her nose up, “How dare you think I look good with someone else or that I even want someone else!”

“I know, it was dumb,” I admit, and she leans over to kiss me, “Now you know how I feel when you think those things. Pure nonsense, huh?”

Y/N nods, “Yeah, absolutely.”

The patio door creaks open as Logan leans through it, “I’m gonna hang out with some friends for a bit, but I’ll be back by dinner.”

“Oh, okay,” Y/N smiles at him, then she squints her eyes, “Tell Daniela I say hi.”

Color creeps into his cheeks as he nods, “I will. Be back in a bit.”

“Bye,” I wave at him, then I look over at Y/N, “You’re loving this.”

“I think it’s adorable!” she snuggles back into my arms and exhales softly, “I’m gonna nap right here.”

I laugh as I press a kiss to the top of her head, “Can I hold you?”

“Please.”

I wrap my arms around her and close my eyes, feeling so completely content. I know she’ll get up and find something to do since she can’t ever stay still, but until then I’m going to hold tight to her and cherish this moment.

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