Isabelle woke up in the middle of the night to find Jack gently stroking her bare back. His fingers would slide down her smooth skin and then crawl back up it, only to repeat the process again. She smiled as she turned to face him, startling him slightly.

"It's late, you should be asleep," Jack whispered, concerned.

"I'm not tired anymore," she replied, clutching the blanket to her chest and sitting up. "Besides, I said you had you three birthday gifts and you only got two."

"Two? The tickets, the dinner and you," he replied, kissing her neck. "That's three…Well, technically four since that last one counts as two…" he added suggestively.

"One and a half," she replied, jokingly. Jack's jaw dropped open in mock horror and Isabelle laughed, hitting him on the shoulder softly. "Besides, it was never planned, it just sort of happened."

Isabelle slid off of the bed, bringing the blanket with her, leaving Jack with only the sheet covering him. He watched her walk over to the closet and then drop to her knees as she pulled it open. She rummaged through the messy closet before finally pulling out an unwrapped box. She held it underneath her arm and headed back towards the bed, placing it beside Jack as she climbed onto the bed.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Open it and see," Isabelle replied. She rested her back against the headboard and watched his eyes as he took the top of the box off and exposed a photo album inside. "It's lame and clichéd or whatever, but I thought it was something that would give you a somewhat normal childhood moment."

Jack smiled and turned the pages of the book. Evelyn must have helped because there were pictures from his childhood that she had taken. Isabelle leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder as he looked through the book. Pictures of Jack all in time order were revealed in front of them and he smiled softly, remembering the days the pictures represented. He flipped past a few more pages and landed on pictures that he didn't even know existed. They were recent, some even with Isabelle in them.

"I don't know how ma took these pictures," Jack said.

"Neither do I," she replied.

Turning to the page before the last, Jack saw a picture of him and Isabelle, laying on the couch sound asleep. He smiled and placed his finger on it.

"I love that one," he whispered, looking up at her. "It's definitely my favorite."

"I wasn't sure if I should put that in."

"I'm glad you did. You're part of my family, of course," he replied. He turned towards her and kissed the side of her neck. "Thank you so much."

"Not a problem. But you never looked at the last page."J

Jack flipped to the last page. A young woman sat in a rocking chair holding a small, crying baby. The woman's long dirty blonde hair hung down in front of her face and blue-green eyes shone out from behind the curtain of hair.

"Who's that?"

"You and your mother," she answered. "Evelyn wanted me to put it in there to show you that your mother loved you. It came with your file."

Angrily, Jack closed the book and shoved it underneath the bed. He felt bad for the way he acted over the gift Isabelle had obviously worked hard on. She tried not to let it show and just smiled awkwardly as he turned his face towards hers.

"She's not my mother, Belle, she gave me up," Jack replied, his eyes glazed over.

"She didn't have a choice, she knew what was best for you," Isabelle said. She pressed her hand to Jack's face, gently running her thumb over his furrowed eyebrow. "She did the right thing. She couldn't have raised you properly."

"And the people who did raise me raised me properly, Isabelle?"

"I'm not saying that." She wrapped her arms around herself and bit her lip with worry. "I'm not trying to condone anything that happened in your past, you know that if I could I would take away all your pain. Evelyn just thought it would be a good idea to show you who you came from and I agreed. I'm sorry."

"No, don't apologize," Jack replied. "It's a wonderful book, I love it, I just don't want to know about her. Evelyn's always been enough and I don't want someone who hasn't been there to ever take a part of her importance to me away," Jack explained.

Jack looked down at Isabelle, smiling softly, and gently nipped the part of her lip she wasn't chewing on. He was trying to lighten the mood in the room, but he could tell that Isabelle was upset by the incident. She was just trying to help him fill him in on his past and, admittedly, he reacted badly, but he didn't know how else to react. He hated to know that Evelyn wasn't his birth mother because in every other way, she was his mom. She was the only person who had raised him with love and he hated when it was pointed out that it wasn't real. However, he knew that's not what Isabelle was trying to do. Her intentions were pure.

"You know, I love your book, but I noticed something was missing," Jack said.

"What was that?" she questioned.

"Scantily clad pictures of you," he replied, shifting his body so that he was on top of her, the sheet covering the backside of him.

"That is a book that you should keep to show your kids when you get older. It's a memento of love and hope and faith, not of lust," she said, shaking her head. "Besides, you know I am too much of a good girl."

"Yeah, you're a real good girl," he whispered into her ear, slowly kissing her skin down her neck.

"Jack, stop," Isabelle said.

"Why? No one can come in here. Plus, no one else is awake," he coaxed.

"Just a little bit, I don't want to wake up anyone in the house."

Jack triumphantly smiled and slowly lowered the blanket from Isabelle's chest to her waist, leaving their tops halves bare and pressed against one another. Gently, Jack assaulted Isabelle's neck in a rush of kisses from her jaw line to her collarbone. She gasped slightly as he would bite down on her flesh every once and a while.

"You make the most amazing sounds," Jack said, tenderly. He felt Isabelle's hand bury deep in his hair. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Isabelle replied.

A loud banging rapped upon the wall beside the bed causing Jack to pull away from Isabelle. He looked over at the wall, waiting for it to rattle again, but instead came the voice of h is eldest brother.

"Would you two please shut the fuck up?" Bobby yelled. "Some people are trying to sleep here and all they can hear is bad dialogue from a fuckin' chick flick."

Jack laughed softly, collapsing flat on Isabelle and rolling over to the side of the bed furthest from the wall. Smirking uncharacteristically of Isabelle, she banged her fist against the wall.

"Would you rather a skin flick, Bobby?" she questioned. Isabelle looked back at Jack and opened her mouth, letting out a loud, overdramatic squeal of pleasure. "Oh, yes, Jack…Ohhh…"

"Yeah right, like I'd ever believe that. You really wanna scream like that, little girl, come on over to this side of the wall. I'll show you a fuckin' good time," Bobby muttered loud enough for them to hear.

"You wish," Jack replied, wrapping his arms around Isabelle. It was instinctive to do that even though Bobby couldn't see them. "We all know you wanna get with Belle, but it ain't ever gonna happen."

"Izzy, why ya gonna be with the wannabe rock star when you can be with a genuine bad boy?"

"Because the wannabe rock star has something you ain't ever gonna have," she replied.

"A positive STD test?"

"The most amazing ability-"

"Nah, man, I don't wanna hear it."

Isabelle laughed and rested her head on Jack's shoulder. He leaned down to kiss the top of her head as she sighed, settling in on the bed. A loud, sudden moan sounded throughout the rooms and Bobby pounded against the wall again.

"I really don't need the fuckin' soundtrack to your sex life," he muttered angrily.

"It ain't us," Jack replied, as another loud scream sounded through the halls.

"Fuck, when did La Vida Loca and Angel come home?"

Trying to muffle laugh, Isabelle brought the blanket up to her head and rolled over, burying her face in Jack's chest. Bobby groaned loudly and the footsteps leading out of his room sounded through the hallway as he walked to Angel's room. He pounded on the door loudly but the noise didn't cease.

"Nice fuckin' way to tell us your home, Angel," Bobby said. "Can you please shut her up before you wake ma up?"

"Shut up, Bobby. You're just jealous that you're the only one not gettin' any," Angel retorted. "Besides, ma ain't even home. She was leaving as I got here."

"So that gives you the right to bring that slut home? Damn, Angel, you never know what the fuck you're gonna catch with her…"

Bobby couldn't get anymore words out before a loud and angry Sofi started yelling obscenities at him in Spanish. Isabelle shook her head and slowly climbed on top of Jack, leaning down to brush her lips against his.

"Well, it was a good birthday while the quiet lasted," Jack said, his hands innocently resting in the small of her back.

"I think I might make it even better," Isabelle replied. "Think about it, Jack, who's going to hear us over the three of them fighting? Perfect timing to make that little one and a half become a full-fledged two…Possibly three."

"I knew there was a reason to date a smart girl."

The cursing and yelling continued as Jack carefully climbed on top of Isabelle and began to kiss her. As Bobby commented about Sofi not being 'house trained' Jack removed the sheet that remained between Isabelle and him, both of them trying not to laugh and ruin the moment.

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A/N: I am so sorry it took so long to update, I know I promised to have it up sooner but I had a bit of writer's block and a lack of time to spend working on my writing...Sorry!

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