A/N: I literally have no excuse to have taken so long to update. I guess I've just had some writer's block and have lost a will to write…I'm so very sorry about the extreme hiatus but I will truly try to update more often if you guys don't totally hate me yet! Again, so very sorry! Thanks to Leolivia1128 for the word that inspired this chapter! I hope you enjoy! (:
Disclaimer: Yeah I still don't own Kickin' It cause if I did Liv wouldn't leave us
Word: Kids
Summary: Jack and Kim are old, and they're growing apart…what will it take for them to remember why they fell in love in the first place?
When: Many, many years in the future (It's a Saturday…in case you care)
Quicknote: Sorry if this sucks, I just really wanted something up for all of you!
Jack POV
I creak my eyelids open, the light flooding into my pupils and temporarily blinding me. I take a deep breath in through my nose, and smell old food remnants, pop spills, and sweat, rather than the familiar scent of argon oil and strawberry mist that is usually accompanied with my awakenings. Oh right, fell asleep on the couch again.
You may be wondering: Jack fell asleep on the couch? Isn't he married to Kim? Shouldn't he sleep with her? Well, that's the thing. Kimmy and I…we've been having some problems. Nothing big, we're not getting a divorce or anything like that…just little disagreements; the kind that every couple has eventually.
But it's always stupid things. And it's killing me. I mean, I just love her so much. I always have, since we started dating way back when. It breaks my heart every time we have another fight and she storms away to our bedroom, slamming the door loudly behind her. Sometimes I can hear her crying behind closed doors. That's what hurts the most. The fact that our constant arguing is the reason for her tears. I can't stand it. It makes my heart ache.
I forgot to mention something. We also have two kids. A beautiful little girl, age 4, named Casey, and a handsome little devil, age 9, named Maxwell. They hate seeing us fight too. I always hear Max trying to calm Casey down after hearing their mom slam the door yet again.
As I was saying…I woke up to assorted stenches coming from the uncomfortable vinyl couch of our living room. Not the most pleasant thing to wake up to, to say the least. There's always a kink in my neck, a sharp pain in my back, and a tingling in my arms. I push myself up into a sitting position, a dull throbbing pulsing through my skull. I can hear the familiar birds chirping in our backyard, signifying the morning. But the sound that I long to hear is the one that's absent—the light snores that always accompany my beautiful wife's gentle sleep.
I sigh to myself and rub the morning out of my eyes. I drag myself to the door of 'our' bedroom and lightly press on the door, so there is only the slightest crack of light shining into the room. The light just barely meets edge of the bed, and I can see it reflecting of the golden brown hair of my Kim. My Kim. I forgot how good it felt to say that. I tiptoe my way across the room, pausing at the door to listen to her snores for a moment. I smile to myself. I miss her so much.
I slip into the bathroom, and quietly close the door behind me. I turn on a light and look around. Her stuff is slowly starting to take over my side…even though my side was never all that extensive to begin with. I sigh again, realizing that she's etching me out a little bit every day. I don't like the looks of this. I ready myself for the day, trying to take as little time as possible—Kim hates when I hog the bathroom…as if she can talk. That's one of the reasons we argue a lot.
As soon as I finish, I push the door back open the slightest bit, scanning the room again. Kim seems to be stirring, so I quicken my tiptoe out the other side. As soon as I'm out, I close the door and make my way to the kitchen. If there's one way to win over Kim's heart—it's with food. And I know how much she loves my cooking. I hear the water running in the bathroom, and I know I have a good hour at least before she'll come out of her sanctuary.
I put together her favorite breakfast—waffles and bacon—and set the table. I set a huge plate of each dish in the middle of the table and pour two large glasses of orange juice, one glass of milk, and a cup of coffee. I put each drink at their respective places. I check my watch: 10:30 am. I'm usually not one to wake up my kids on a weekend, but they always appreciate a wakeup call when there's a morning feast in the kitchen.
I walk down the hallway, turning to the door covered in karate posters and various belts. I see a light coming from below the door and knock lightly.
"I'm awake," I hear a young boy's voice respond to my knock from the other side.
"Can I come in, bud?" I call back.
"Sure," I hear again.
I push the door open and poke my head inside. Lying on his back, holding a comic book over his head is the spitting image of me at age 9.
"Morning Max," I say, a grin creeping its way onto my face.
"Hey dad," he says, refusing to unglue his eyes from the colorful pages in front of him.
"I made breakfast, it's on the table…get dressed and dig in if you'd like," he lowers his book and his eyes flicker to me, suddenly interested in something besides his superheroes.
"The usual?" he asked, his stomach showing its interest.
"Of course," the kid knows me too well.
He puts his comic book face down on his bed, saving the page he was at. He stands up and walks to his dresser, shuffling through his various t-shirts and jeans. I close the door to give him privacy and walk to the next door. This one has kindergarten art projects taped everywhere, fashioned from colored paper, markers, and of course glitter. There's no light coming from the bottom of this door, so I push the door open a little bit to check inside. I see my little girl, soundly asleep in her baby pink room.
I smile to myself, seeing a smaller version of my wife wrapped up in pink flowered sheets—something Kim would never dream of doing. I slightly shake the sleeping beauty, and her eyes crack open slightly.
"Daddy?" I hear a squeak of a voice from Casey.
"Yeah it's me princess," I whisper to my child dazed from sleep.
"What are you doing here? Did you make breakfast again?" she's a shockingly brilliant girl for her age, and is able to catch on quickly. I chuckle.
"Yes I did," I tell her. I can see her eyes open a little wider.
"Does this mean you and mommy aren't fighting anymore?" my mood falls. Like I said, she notices everything.
"Of course, sweetie," I lie reassuringly.
"Good. I don't like when you fight," she whispers sweetly. She stifles a yawn, "did you make the usual?"
"Yes I did," I say, brushing the hair out of my daughter's face, "get dressed and come down to the kitchen, okay?" She nods her head and I press a light kiss to her forehead. I make my way towards her bed and turn around to look at her.
"I'm gonna turn your light on, okay? I'll keep it dim for you," I say, hearing a noise of agreement coming from her. I turn on the light and turn the knob, keeping the light dim as promised. I shut the door behind me and walk back towards the kitchen. I can already hear the scraping of a metal fork on a plate, and I know my growing son has already begun shoveling down breakfast.
"Hey kiddo," I say, chuckling, "save some for the rest of us."
My son rolls his eyes in response, mumbling a response garbled by waffles.
"What was that? Couldn't hear you through the mass of waffles in your mouth," this earns me another eye roll.
He swallows his food and speaks again, "I said, 'yeah yeah, you'll get some'."
I laugh as he continues to shovel food into his mouth. I hear a door squeak behind me and turn around. I laugh as my daughter stumbles down the hallway, dragging her teddy bear on the floor behind her. She plops herself into the seat next to her brother, and he takes a break to serve her a waffle circle and some strips of bacon. He starts cutting up her waffles for her and I watch in admiration. Who taught him to be such a gentleman?
"Ya know Max, I can do that for you," I say, gesturing towards Casey's plate.
"It's okay, I don't mind dad," he says, not looking up from his work.
Kim suddenly appears at my side, and I wonder how I missed her footsteps and the door squeaking. Probably just distracted. She leans her head on my shoulder, and I rest an arm across her shoulders, pulling her closer to me. She looks up at me with tired eyes.
"Good morning beautiful," I whisper to her. She smiles.
"Good morning," she answers me, fatigue evident in her voice. I lean down and kiss her forehead.
"I made you a special breakfast," I tell her, gesturing toward the table.
"I know," she says with her sleepy voice, "you always do, don't you?"
"I'm sorry? Would you like me to make something else instead?" I ask her, slightly confused.
She quickly corrects herself, "No no, I didn't mean it like that…I just meant…I feel like such a jerk, Jack. We always get in these fights, and you end up getting stuck on the couch, but then you never fail to wake up early and make me my special breakfast. I guess I just don't get how you can still love me so much after everything." I look down at her with a sad smile. She really doesn't get it, huh…I grab her chin and look into her eyes, pressing my lips to hers quickly.
"Kim, look at the table," I say, releasing her chin so she can turn her head. At the table, Max is waiting patiently for Casey to finish her last bites, and the last swallow of milk in her glass. He then grabs her plate, stacks it on top of his own, and places their silverware on top. He takes this stack to the sink along with both their empty glasses. He then returns to his little sister, picks her up, and carries her towards the bathroom.
"Yeah, we have the sweetest kids in the world, so?" Kim says after a long silence, looking up at me. I laugh at her a little.
"Well…it just reminds me that, no matter how much we might argue, and how much we make each other upset," I take a breath, "well, we had to have done something right to have such thoughtful kids, right? It makes me think about everything that happened before we had them, and everything that's happened since we came home with our first perfect boy, nine years ago. And no matter how much we fight…these kids will always be a reminder of what we can do together—things we couldn't imagine doing alone."
I look down at her, and her eyes have started to water. I pull her tight into my chest and wrap my arms around her shoulders, as hers circle my waist. I kiss her on top of the head and murmur into her hair, "I love you, Kimmy… and I couldn't imagine doing any of this without you."
She shifts her head to look up at me, and flashes me her beautiful smile, her eyes still watery.
"I love you too, Jack," she says, still smiling, with fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. I wipe off her tears as they roll, holding her tight in my embrace.
"Promise me something, Kim?" I ask her after the tears have stopped falling.
"Yes, Jack?" she replies after a moment.
"Promise we'll try not to fight as much?" I ask her. I shift uncomfortably when she hesitates, sniffles filling the silence.
"I don't know if I can promise that, Jack…" she says quietly. I push her away slightly, my hands still resting on her shoulders, so I can look into her eyes.
"Why not?" I ask, a puzzled look crossing my face. She bites her lip, which means she's nervous. I stroke her hair soothingly as I see her eyes deep in thought.
"Well…you've obviously noticed I've been kind of moody…" I nod in agreement, and wait for her to continue.
"Uhh…I'm pregnant again," I stand in stunned silence, the news taking a moment to fully register in my brain.
"Jack…you okay?" she asks, looking concerned. A smile spreads across my lips, and I lift her up by her waist, earning a delighted squeal. I press a kiss to her lips, holding her close but not letting setting her on the ground.
"Couldn't be better."
A/N: The End! (: Idk, it's not the best thing I've ever written…but I kinda like it. If you guys are still interested in me continuing, please make sure you review lots, and send in some suggestions for an L chapter! Just please…don't say love…too cheesy. But thanks so much to all of you who have stuck to this story even though I know I'm probably extremely frustrating! Even if there's like one of you left, I'll make sure to keep this going just for you! Don't read on unless you want to read my random thoughts. Much love, peanutbutterpickle22 xoxo.
Random stuff! (Warning: some spoilers. Don't read unless you're caught upon each subject):
ALL KICKERS MUST READ RIGHT NOW. OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE LIV IS LEAVING US. SHE CAN'T SHE JUST CAN'T. But then that kiss my feels were just like jdiwejiwfdfew. But anyways, has anyone else heard the rumor that she'll be coming back in the middle/end of Season 4? I really hope that's true…KICK MUST PREVAIL.
Psych…omfg who else freaked out when the gun was pointed at Jules's head? I think my heart literally skipped a beat. Can't happen, nope nope nope. SHULES SHALL PREVAIL (also).
Maze Runner…I understand this is a book series, but hey my life isn't all about TV. Anyways, I'm on Death Cure and I legit cried when I found out Newt was at the Crank Palace, and was mad at Thomas for not killing him…legit cried. He's my bae. I'm going to marry him. He can't be a Crank. And also, not sure whether to hate or love Teresa…it's a real struggle. Anyone else with me? No? Alrightie.
Well, that's all I can think of right now…maybe there will be more next time if y'all are still following this story…tune in next time!