Hey guys! So this is my second fanfic, hopefully I'll finish this one! Reviews help keep me motivated, so anything would be nice. Just to warn you, this story will have some pretty sad moments, I have big plans for it. Enjoy!
Jess sighed as she sat on the edge of the toilet seat, contemplating all that had happened this past year. Nick's new job, the marriage, the new house...no wonder why she was so tired all the time. She got up and started pacing nervously. Was it too soon? What would Nick think? They had been wanting this for awhile, right? She needed something to drink, to take this off her mind while she waited.
Jess stepped lightly out of the bathroom onto the cold wooden floors. The smell of freshly dried paint was almost overwhelming as she headed down the long hall and into the brightly colored kitchen. Jess had practically begged Nick to let her pick out the colors and design for the kitchen. Jess jumped up on her tiptoes and finally got the deep red fiestaware cup from the top shelf of the cupboard. She turned quickly around to the sink on the opposite side of the kitchen and filled up the cup with cold water. Leaning against the counter she drank all of it in one sip, lightly putting the cup in the sink (she had payed a lot for that set, no way was she going to risk not being careful with it). Jess leaned back again remembering the argument that had lead to to her favorite part of the house, the kitchen.
"Jess! I will not allow the kitchen to be that bright! We could end up blinding someone!" Nick yelled in the Home Depot store as they perused the paint aisle.
Jess lightly slapped him across the chest and said, "Just let me have the kitchen Nicholas! I'll be the one cooking in it dammit!". Heads had started to turn and Nick's face was turning a dark red. Jess lowered her voice and negotiated with him, " You can have your office dark and gloomy, but you're not touching my kitchen." Nick could feel himself losing the argument and threw his arms up in defeat.
"Fine!" He obviously hadn't heard Jess' change in volume, but Nick being the angry old man he was shouted even louder than before. Jess leaped towards him to quickly cover his mouth, her blue eyes huge in shock. Nick pulled Jess' hand off his mouth and grabbed her closer by her wrist, a giggle escaping from Jess' mouth.
"What are you doing?" Her eyes sparkled as Nick wrapped an arm around her and kissed her fully on the mouth, Jess moaning in reply. Jess broke the quickie make-out session and lightly pushed him away, "Not here, there's people watching!" Jess leaned close to Nick's ear and whispered "but, you have tonight off, right?"
He smiled and simply said with a sparkle in his eyes, "I love you Jess". Nick held her closer and whispered in her ear, "and of course you can have your kitchen."
Jess jumped at the sound of the timer, the house was so quiet at this time of day, and eerily empty. As if on her way to face her doom, Jess stared at the floor and walked back down the hallway, stopping at the bathroom door. She took a deep breath and stepped inside, but before she could get a chance was startled by a crash in the bedroom. Almost happy for the distraction she ran down the opposite side of the hall and slammed the door open, quickly finding the reason for the mess.
"Lucy!" Jess shouted at the 5 month old kitten sitting next to a broken vase, licking her paws innocently. "That was my grandmother's vase!" She picked up the kitten and dropped her outside the door, closing it behind her. That darn cat! She knew it was her idea to get it, but she almost regretted getting the feisty kitty. Dropping to the floor she began picking up the pieces of her grandmother's beautiful dark blue vase, almost bursting into tears. Her grandma Dorothy had recently passed (just another thing to add to her list of happenings) and Jess had been extremely close to her. Her grandma had known her love for the vase and had given it to her on the day she died. Jess was certainly glad that Nick had been around during the time, she didn't know how she could have dealt with it without him. Jess remembered the day she had finally cried, almost a week later after her death.
"Hey Jess, you ok?" Nick walked over to the couch and sat down next to Jess, putting his arm around her shoulder. She had been unusually quiet all day, which certainly wasn't normal for his Jess. Nick turned her face towards him and kissed her cheek, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Jess took one look at him and literally burst into tears, wrapped her arms around Nick and put her head on his chest. As her crying climaxed and turned into gasps of air Nick leaned Jess forward and started rubbing her back.
"Breathe Jess, Breathe. Just get it all out babe." Jess almost fell off the couch from the pressure in her chest, desperately trying to breathe, but luckily Nick caught her and swept her into his arms. He stood and started walking to the bedroom. Jess unintentionally squirmed in his arms, still having trouble breathing so Nick put her around his waist and she leaned her head against his shoulder. He lightly placed her on the bed, wrapped a blanket around her shivering body, leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Do you want me to stay?" Jess sobbed a yes and continued crying as Nick took off his shoes and laid down behind her, pulling her closer. Nick stroked her hair, whispered sweet comforting things in her ear and her breathing became regular. Jess stopped shivering and settled more into Nick's arms, her eyelids getting heavier with him still stroking her hair. As Jess finally fell asleep Nick whispered, "I love you Jess" and closed his eyes, falling into a deep sleep.
Almost reliving the moment, Jess burst into tears and crawled onto the king size bed falling fast asleep.