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Epilogue - Home is Where the Heart Is

Chapter Sixteen of Sweet Home Alabama

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x OC (Linley Mitchell/Floyd), Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OC (Linley Mitchell/Floyd)

Description: Things are better than ever in the year since you and Jake Seresin found each other again on the day of your disastrous second wedding. You can finally say you're happy. Really, truly happy now.

Themes: love, attraction, angst, sex, cheating, lying

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 1353

A/N: And with that, Sweet Home Alabama is wrapped! We've finally reached the Happily Ever After in Jake and Linley's story. Thank you all for reading it and enjoying it. I never expected to have so many people love the movie and my little Top Gun spin on it!

Love you all to bits!

Star

AO3: Cross-posted here!

Wattpad: Cross-posted here!

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Falling in love with Jake Seresin again is far easier than you’d ever expected it to be. It helps that you don’t have to get to actually get to know him again. But you do have to rebuild the trust he has in you. At the beginning, after the first night of your second marriage, as you’ve taken to calling it, you’d walk into a room and Jake would startle and look at you like he couldn’t believe you were still here with him. It had been one of the many ways you and Jake had needed to heal together after seven years apart. You’d cried, you’d laughed, and god, had you fought numerous times over the first months you were back in Pigeon Creek. It wasn’t just your relationship that you’d had to contend with rebuilding after all. You’d had to rebuild your brand after relocating to Alabama. Jake is still building Deep South Glass. Obviously, the Bradshaws hadn’t helped at any step of the way. The wedding that you’d nearly had with Bradley Bradshaw had been the gift that kept on giving. Somebody had given the press present your cell phone number and you’d been getting phone calls from anonymous numbers asking for your statement once the articles about the Mayor of New York calling you a bitch had hit circulation, along with professional video from the videographers Carole had hired.

But you’d stayed with Jake, taking the media storm as the first test for your relationship. It was difficult, especially once the press got a hold of your marriage license from when you were eighteen and then proceeded to mob Deep South Glass fighting for a chance to interview your husband. But the challenge was well worth the effort, especially when you have the chance to tumble into bed with Jake every night. Soon enough, the media forgot, choosing to focus on Bradley’s budding relationship with none other than Callie Bassett, and you fell in love with your quiet life in Pigeon Creek again. It wasn’t too quiet, though, not with Natasha flying down every chance she got. But she doesn’t fly down to Pigeon Creek to see you. Instead she flies down to see you, and also to see more of Bob, which is a relationship you never would have expected. It makes you happy to see your best friends in love with each other. You also adore having Natasha in town as often as she is.

It’s been a year since your disastrous wedding to Bradley Bradshaw fell through. You’ve set up a deal with your old mentor, sending him designs in the mail and are working on creating your second full collection. It makes you happy to be creating in a place where you feel so happy. Deep South Glass has grown a colossal following and Jake has presided over three store openings across the South East. There are even talks about opening a shop and store-room in California. Artisanal Glass-blowers and Glass sculptors across the nation want to become a part of Deep South Glass. 

Despite the hype, he still makes lightning sculptures on the beach on stormy nights. You always join him. Of late, though, you curl up with Bryant under a blanket, safe and sound in the cab of the truck. It’s overprotectiveness on Jake’s part, coupled with a hearty dose of fear. One late-term abortion was more than enough for the both of you, so you don’t argue anymore when he pleads with you not to lift things or to stay in the car during his lightning storms. He does allow you to join him in the truck though, because it’s tradition at this point for you both, and because you know he secretly enjoys the thermos of hot chocolate you always pack as well as spare clothes and towels.

You’ve got a towel in your hand when Jake opens the door and lets in a cold draft. Bryant burrows even closer to your belly and you smile sleepily up at Jake from within your warm blanket nest.

“I’m so glad you’re not out in that tonight, Lin.” Jake towels himself off roughly after tugging his shirt off. He splatters you with cold rainwater, and you burrow even more under the warm blanket. His chuckle makes you smile as he pecks your pursed lips and downs a full thermos cup of the hot chocolate you hand him. 

“You’re smiling at me now, darling, but it’s cold out there.”  To prove it to you, he pulls you into his lap and his fingers like ice when they dip under your shirt and make contact with the warm skin of your belly. 

You squeal and gasp at the contact and choke out, “Ice, Jake! Your fingers are ice! I was perfectly happy and warm in here, you know? You also woke the baby up! I just got her to fall asleep and not kick my ribs like she was trying to play soccer!”

“M’sorry Lin.” You know he is sorry, especially when he draws the blanket up around you both and his calloused fingers massage slow, warm circles across your stomach.

Instead of letting him apologize, you pull him into a kiss, slow and sweet, content in your perch on your husband’s lap. When you pull away, you hum in pleasure, soothed and sleepy just from the massage, and your growing daughter is fast asleep in your womb.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you look like this?” You press a kiss against his collarbone and smile.

“Every day, Jake. I don’t think you’ve stopped telling me how beautiful I am or how much you love me. You tell me every morning when I stagger into the bathroom, practically sprinting, because our baby girl is dancing on my bladder. You tell me when I’m bedraggled, covered in charcoal and pastels, and sleepless because one of my designs isn’t turning out how I can see it in my mind’s eyes. Above all else, you tell me when I’m scared out of my mind and worried that my body’s going to mess up all of our hard work again.” Jake’s eyes glint in the light which lances down to meet the lightning rods you’re a safe distance from. “I fall in love with you every time, too.”

“I didn’t tell you those two facts enough the last time.” His voice still hitches thinking of that dark time in your life as well as the seven years that followed. “I’ll never know if by saying those words to you, it would have made me enough for you to stay.”

“You’ve always been enough for me to stay. I ran away from you because I couldn’t face myself anymore. But we’ll never know if you telling me you love me would have changed anything. All we can do now is live our lives together, just you and me, with our baby girl and Bryant. All we can do is live as a family, love as a family. We can’t afford to think about the what-ifs in our lives, the ways different decisions would have changed the past. But we can learn from the mistakes we made.” You sip carefully on the hot chocolate, relishing in the warmth sinking into your veins as Jake holds you just a bit closer.

“I love you so much, Linley Seresin.” His lips press gently against your temple. “I’m never letting you go ever again.”

“I’d revolt if you tried to let me go now, Jacob Seresin. You’re in this for life now. Anyhow, I’m going to need you to help with half of the feedings and diaper changes once our little miss makes her appearance.” 

“Always.”

When you fall asleep that night wrapped around a hideously expensive pregnancy pillow with Jake’s arm around your waist, you are incandescently happy. If only that young girl leaving Pigeon Creek all those years ago had the faith in Jake and in your love that you do now. Maybe it’s true what they always say. Home is where the heart is. You’ll never forget that now.

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