AN: As usual it took me longer than I wanted to get this out. But Jay and Rianne were very stubborn, as was real life. But this way you'll get a new chapter in place of a new CPD episode tonight!

Chapter Title "Count On Me" by The Lone Bellow

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Chicago PD, Fire or Med characters, only my OCs!

"Birds with broken wings, often try to help each other fly." (Matt Baker)

Stella had expected to see her friend still somewhat subdued and lying low due to having had surgery only a week ago. It seemed she should have known Rianne better!
When coming over to keep her company and finally have time for a girls-only-talk, Stella found her pacing the apartment, only stopping to let her in with an impatient wave and an annoyed gesture to the phone she was currently on.

"I. am. good! Stella just arrived. Yeah, we're just gonna hang here and talk and…"

While rolling her eyes to the ceiling at something the other person apparently said in return, she signaled for Stella to go make herself comfortable and mouthed:

"Tea or coffee?"

Rianne then busied herself in the kitchen with her guests coffee order, phone clutched between ear and shoulder:

"I'm hanging up on you now Jay! Get a grip!"

She immediately threw the phone down on the counter with a succession of Spanish expletives Stella was pretty impressed with.

"Sorry, about that," Rianne smiled a little strained when she caught Stella looking at her with wide eyes.

Did she detect trouble in paradise?

"I guess that wasn't the first time you talked to Jay today?"

"No… and this time it was only because I didn't answer a text from him within the first 15 minutes he send it!"

"Trying to keep you in line during recovery?"

"Yeah, you know how I'm taking to behavior like that…"

"Yep," Stella nodded devotedly. She actually knew from her own experiences.

"Right! And because it is apparently advised to skip caffeine for the time being and I have to get used to a different kind of diet, I'm extra sensitive to things annoying me. So Detective Overprotective and me are dancing very closely towards a full on fight concerning boundaries!"

Rianne always claimed she couldn't function without caffeine. Stella remembered how that had been during her pregnancy months with just one obligatory, mainly decaffeinate cup of her so called 'life-saving liquid'. Until those cravings had been dealt with, everyone had better kept their distance from Rianne's mood-swings. Since having been on a self-inflicted and excruciatingly strict diet with Chief Boden only last week Stella very well knew how to forgo things one truly loved could affect one's mood.
The abandoned phone on the kitchen surface vibrated again and already got someone into a rant without looking at it:

"You've got to be kidding me!"

Getting the coffee ready, she asked Stella to pick it up. It was only a text this time:

"It's considered rude to hang up on people! Followed by a 'shrugging, thumbs down, bomb emoji." Stella didn't need to say out loud who had send the text.

"Oh, I'm gonna show him really rude when he gets home!"

Stella made a face, picturing what that would look like. It seemed to be a pretty funny expression, because Rianne suddenly burst out laughing, when she noticed it. Stella joined her in her amusement, while following her friend into the living room, glad that her mood wasn't really as bad as she first had thought. Rianne was clutching her still healing stomach because of the strain the laughing had put on it and settled down on the couch again. It was her 'place-to-be' for now with everything one could possibly need in her range: Tv control, iPad, books and journals, pencils, some architecture plans, catalogues and what looked like a contract, as well as snacks, tea and an assortment of painkillers and antibiotics.

Thankful to get a different input Rianne listened to Stella's newest fire-house talk with rapt attention and was enthusiastic to share Stella's excitement about the "Girl's on Fire" project she had been finally given the go-ahead for. It was a program to get young, possibly 'at risk' girls interested in a firefighter career. The only thing she needed right now was a co-sponsor within the CFD. So together they thought about possible candidates Stella could approach in the next days.
After a little more story-sharing about the holidays and their men, Stella motioned to the chaotic piles on the coffee table:

"What are all these papers?"

"I'm trying to put together a remodeling and financial plan for the property Casey showed to Jay and me last week, as it turns out that we have actually agreed on buying it. Thought as I have nothing better to do at the moment we could at least move things along in that department."

"Why the undertone?"

She had expected her friend to be a little bit more excited about finally making things happen on that front.

"Because Jay keeps being on my case about not resting up properly and putting less important things before my physical health! Guess he didn't get the memo that my brain is still working!"

"Does he have a point anyway?" Stella knew her friend had the tendency to be a little impatient with her body if it didn't comply.

Also she guessed she wasn't an easy patient for someone like Jay with the need to control everything, just like Rianne herself.

"No! I'm fine and on the mend. Will came over this morning, checked my stitches, took out the one's in my hand. Everything looks good. I'm still sore and adjusting, but if I wasn't so tired all the time I would manage to go back to work next week, but I'm still not allowed. So the only thing keeping me from going completely nuts is that I can at least prepare for my trauma counseling exam and get busy with these property-plans. Otherwise I've resorted to watching reruns of 'the OC' and managed to find someone to rent the Streeterville loft as of like tomorrow. Thought renting it out is more profitable than just selling it! And I'm currently negotiating with my boss if I can maybe do something like phone counseling until complete recovery."

"Wow, you really have been busy!"

Stella refrained from saying that it wasn't completely crazy that Jay would tell her to rest up, because she knew it would be in vain. To change the topic she took a closer look at the pictures of the site and the plans for the remodeling Rianne had drawn up. Samples of flooring, colors and furniture she had collected, cut out, put together. She absolutely loved it:

"Oh my god, this is going to be so beautiful! I vote that if the boys get on our bad side, they have to cuddle up at Severide's and I'll go come live with you! Seems that you'd have the space to accommodate a few more people!"

Rianne laughed at the prospect and the fantasy of their boys shacking up together:

"Don't know how Jay would feel about that. Somehow I doubt he's the guy who'd love to have room-mates."

"But the three of them, if you count in Casey, already have a weird connection to each other anyway, you have to admit that. Just think of it: Jay had a fling with Casey's ex-wife, before they were married, Severide had a thing with Erin, before she dated Jay…"

"So now it seems that you need to hook up with Casey so that him and Severide would have a link. A woman they both had."

"No, no way! If Casey and Sylvie however get together, one could count the fact that Severide once invited her to go to Vegas with him before as the missing connection to close the circle…"

"Right, we certainly seem to have too much time on our hands to be thinking about stuff like that. I really hope Jay hasn't put a spy-camera and a wire in here to be able to check if I am really home!"

"You really think he'd do something like that?"

In all honesty Rianne wasn't completely sure how to answer Stella's question at the moment. Jay was surely a little too controlling for her taste right now.
Not enough that she was already struggling emotionally during another time of recovery, but his constant inquiries about her well-being and him checking on her all the time were seriously smothering her. She wasn't used to and certainly didn't like feeling like an untrustworthy youth right now.

It really seemed that Adam's words concerning the power of fear and doing crazy stuff because of it, had fallen on deaf ears. Jay was in a state of unrelenting apprehension and brooding he couldn't seem to shake since Rianne had been so sick. He knew he was getting on his girlfriend's nerve with his texting and calling, but in another way Jay felt justified to act like this and that she had brought this on herself. If she would only have let him in more and not pretended to be fine he could have kept her safe. He could have protected her from being rushed into the emergency department. He would have prevented it, he was sure of that. And he wouldn't feel like he couldn't trust her word on her health-status right now. Somehow he was still waiting for the other shoe to drop and the more she said she was doing okay and getting better, the more he had the urge to check if she wasn't lying to him. Hence the tension barometer of their home had been climbing upwards non-stop.

When returning from work in the evening Jay stopped in the entryway of the living-room for a minute, rooted to the spot: Rianne was on the floor, stretched out on her back, eyes closed and very still. Just short from springing into action mode right away, heart already pumping at a high frequency, he however noticed the meditation music playing in the background and her yoga mat underneath her in time.
Jay closed his eyes briefly, willing his body to calm down, unclench those fists and ease his tense shoulders. When would this irrational fear leave him alone already?

Rianne must have heard him release a deep breath, because she slowly got up to a sitting position and turned around to face him, turning down the annoyingly calm flutes and waterfalls in the background:

"Hi!"

"Oh, so you are still talking to me!" Jay shook himself out of his frozen state. He couldn't help but bring up the fact she had hung up on him and not responded to his text a few hours before right away, which he had thought to be a little childish.

Rianne didn't pick up on that and rather looked at him curiously:

"What's up with your voice?"

He too had noticed he sounded rather rough and croaky: "I was kinda yelling a lot at criminals all day!"

And he certainly wasn't in the mood to continue arguing and yelling, but he somehow felt it was inevitable telling by the serious and pondering look on her face, the way she seemed to be weighing her next words. Not a second later he found his suspicions confirmed:

"Jay, we need to talk!"

Barely able to watch her get up from the floor alone without helping her, because he saw it went rather slowly and that she seemed to be struggling with some physical discomfort, he nodded:

"Yeah, we do!"

She however waited until he had taken off his boots and jacket, got the gun stored away in the safe-box and joined her in the kitchen, where she lost no time getting her point across:

"I need you to stop this and reign it in somehow! Your constant calling and texting, you hovering over me when you're here, it's suffocating me! I'm not collapsing when I blink the wrong way or am in a little pain. There's not always something wrong, if I don't answer your texts right away! I am not calling you all the time either, although I can't be sure what's happening with you at work. And it's much more dangerous than what I am doing. So back off a little and stop panicking over every little thing! We were good at that before I got sick and nothing's really changed on my front: There will never be any subtext when I say we're good and that I want you to go to work! Don't continue to look for it!"

"You sure about that though?" Jay couldn't keep the sarcasm from his voice, while Rianne didn't seem to understand and shrugged at him:

"I will never hold your job against you, because I knew what I was getting into with you. I will call you out though if you're using your job as an excuse to stay away on purpose!"

"Oh yeah, right, I forgot! Because you don't need any help, ever!"

He was leaning against the fridge now, arms and ankles crossed, staring at her: She was always 'just fine' on her own and she made it look so easy that it irritated the hell out of him. But he had seen glimpses of the little girl inside of her. The little girl that often hid away behind the strong, stoic woman who fiercely protected her with reality and logic. Because that woman was the only one she had learned she could truly rely on in the end, when shit began to hit the fan. That little girl though just wanted to let herself fall and rest into another one's arms. Let someone take over for a minute. And it bothered him to no end that she refused to let him do that.

Rianne ignored his snide comment:

"I told you before, It's not your fault this happened and you don't need to try and make up for it by somehow overcompensating. I would have had to have surgery either way: If you had been here or not! No one could have seen it coming."

If she had listened to him and seen a doctor sooner, maybe someone would have picked up on her symptoms. But they had been over that several times and that was not the only thing bothering him. How was she unable to see this?
He knew he had the tendency to take people's choices away from them because he didn't think they were choosing right, acting the right way. Jay was also aware that his heightened sense of righteousness was preventing adult and reasonable behavior sometimes. Healthy or not, he couldn't be expected to change his nature from one day to the next. Rianne and him already had several fights about that.
The most recent one had been about the Sullivan case. He wouldn't have expected her to disagree with him, when he told her some about, although he respected her honesty. Rianne thought his actions to swoop in and play hero cop didn't necessarily empower Michelle to make healthy choices in the future, like Hailey had also wanted him to be prepared for. The fact that Michelle maybe hadn't been ready to leave the toxic dynamic of that relationship didn't even come to his mind. He just couldn't understand that, because how could she ever want to stay with a man that wasn't treating her right?

"Maybe for you it was the right choice, but that's just one perspective."

This exact conversation however was playing into his cards right now:

"The point is that I would have wanted to get all the information there was and then make up my mind about leaving work early and check on you or not meet my partner to be with you instead! You're always saying that I can't take people's choices away from them, well you can't take that choice away from me either! So forgive me if I am having a hard time to take your word for it now, when you say you're fine."

Rianne hated the fact that he made a valid point. Still she certainly wouldn't let him win this argument like that:

"You might be right there and I said I am sorry for that. But still: I need you to trust me and not treat me like a china doll. I have survived worse things than a gallbladder surgery. And you going full control-freak on me honestly just triggers my defiant side."

Which would ultimately lead to her hiding things from him and she didn't want that dynamic to start. Knowing him and herself it wouldn't end well. Only Jay wasn't ready to let her off the hook that easily either:

"I know you have gone through worse things. I mean: I have seen pictures of that car crash! You should have been dead by the looks of the wreck you were in. But you aren't, so I think you should be grateful for having walked away without any lasting disability and give your body the rest it deserves now after your most recent surgery! Believe me I get it: The frustration, the need to get back up, to not stop, I try not to be a hypocrite here, but you'd tell me the exact same thing if the roles were reversed. In fact you have multiple times. All I'm asking is that you take care of yourself and don't push it!"

She knew he was technically right. Rianne would have told him the same thing and she would want him to be honest with her about his true feelings always, wether emotionally of physically. But it seemed so hard to explain why this was so difficult for her: Allow him to worry and not feel insufficient and worthless if she just rested up for the time being, as long as it took to get her full strength back. Him lecturing her about this made her actually want to run for the hills and stop talking to him, but she gave it her all not to right now.

"Look Jay, me and my body we have our very own story. And I have difficulties with all the reminders about things that have happened to it. I have a problem with admitting being less strong than I want to be towards myself and others. That's got nothing to do with you especially."

"But I can't take care of you, if you're not being honest with me."

Something in his eyes flickered and he took a step towards her, making her back away and finally yell out in exasperation, running her hands through her hair:

"But I don't expect you to take care of me all the time!"

When would he get that into his thick head? She was her own responsibility, he didn't need to look out for her! Judging by his reaction Jay thought very differently:

"But that's what I want to do. Rianne you know me! It's what I do! Maybe I've been going a little overboard lately. But you're gonna have to learn to accept that I will always look out for you and check on you. Even if you're not used to someone doing that. I will make sure you're okay because I love you and because I have night sweats about ever losing you and I just can't picture my life without you anymore! That's just how it is. And if you can't learn to accept that? Then we have much bigger problems than me being a possessive and overbearing worrier. How the hell have you been in a relationship for over ten years and are still that resistant to let someone take care of you?"

Jay's voice was that special mixture between angry, wrought up and very emotional. Rianne couldn't tell if the cracks in it really were due to the strain his work-day had obviously put on his vocal cords, or caused by the weight of the things he had just shouted at her. Those words and his eyes sparking with all kinds of emotions while he said them, hit her on multiple levels. She almost couldn't breathe when she yelled back, eyes filling with treacherous liquid:

"Because that's not how it was between Andrea and I!"

"So you didn't have any problems, you never were in a crisis whatsoever, always fine, did he just not care or were you constantly lying to him?" Jay put the 'fine' into quotation marks with his fingers, scowling at her.
"No, I wasn't lying! I just… I wasn't telling him everything and he never asked and I dealt with stuff on my own!"

"So you were hiding things!"

"No, I…. I was … I don't know: protecting him from things, sparing him my drama? Because I thought it wasn't his job to solve my problems and he never pushed for me to do it. And the one time I asked for his help he, well he didn't have my back, so I never did it again. All the stuff with my mum and dad? The one time I tried to talk to him about it, he called it a rich-kid's problem and that he was glad I had gotten out of this system and was seeing things from real-people's perspective now. In general it was always a little more about him than about me. He relied more on me than I did rely on him and I was okay with that."

Hadn't she been? She had gotten by alright without having to rely on someone else. And she had loved Andrea nonetheless, because there had been plenty other things they had shared. Then why did admitting this to Jay now feel so painful?

Jay had a hard time picturing her like that. Not standing up for her needs? And he couldn't deny getting upset with Andrea on her behalf for not seeing this then and making sure she felt understood and protected. For not showing her earlier that she neither had to do everything by herself nor always had to be considered of other people's feelings. Instead he had let her add layer after layer to that armor around her. She looked a little lost now in his baggy sweatpants on her, somehow shocked at what she had shared with him.
That hot ball of concern made him reach out impulsively and pull her flash against him despite his recent habit to handle her with kid's gloves:

"Okay, but you're with me now and that means that I feel responsible for you and I will continue to push you, when I feel you're trying to keep something from me because you think you can do it alone. I know you can probably, the point is: you don't have to anymore. And that's not going to change, so suck it up!"

Rianne cracked a rather sad smile, when he pressed his forehead to hers, breathing heavily.

"I guess we're both not good at asking for help, because we're used to being 'the helper'…"

He knew it was true, it reflected oh-so-well in their career choices too. They had both experienced an unbalanced give and take throughout their life, having had to figure things out on their own, so self-reliance was what they knew best. And the partners they had had needed their help and attention a little more than they needed theirs. Or so they had thought.
Rianne was reluctant to let anyone help her because she felt she had to prove something and didn't want to depend on others and Jay would keep things to himself because he thought he wasn't worth bothering anyone with his crap.

"I feel like we've had this argument before!" she sighed, her warm breath whispering over his lips.

"Then we're going to have it again and again until we get it right!"

Giving in to the urge to have her closer than close and make her feel how much he wanted to protect and never let her go he lifted her off the ground, burying his face into her neck. Jay guessed the getting together part wasn't so hard. It was the staying together, the refusing to give up on one another part that was much harder.

"You have to admit I am good at taking care of myself though! Look how far I've come!"

He rolled his eyes out loud. Would she ever stop fighting him on this?

Rianne woke up around 2am, happy to find herself engulfed in Jay's body-heat close to her, their feet brushing underneath the sheets. She hadn't heard him come in. As soon as she had hit the mattress a few hours before she had been out cold. Rather frustrating how such a relatively small procedure could affect one's physical strength so strongly.
The bedroom tv was still playing in the background, almost on mute with some late-night talkshow rerun. Either Jay had just gotten in a short while ago or he had forgotten to set the sleep timer.

Scooting a little closer to him she thought that she really wasn't used to having his back to her. Usually it was the other way around, but for now she still had to sleep on her left side and their sides of the bed had always been the same from the get-go: She was always closest to the door with him behind. Strangely enough these habits were really hard to break.

Leaning over his tall frame now and touching the soft hair on his ears with her fingertips she kind of wanted Jay to wake up. Just to be able to kiss him and hold him close a little more. Somehow having wandered of to bed earlier because she had felt completely drained of all her power after that emotional conversation, she wasn't sure if she had assured him enough that they were fine, however annoyed with him she had been before and however many issues they had to work through again and again.
Snaking her hand under the short-sleeves of his t-shirt and running circles on his biceps it didn't take long until he stirred under her caress, lids fluttering open.

"Oh great, you're awake…"

"Yeah! Why, what's up?" Jay mumbled sleepily, but somehow alerted, finding her hand and holding on to it while he turned on his back and tried to adjust his eyes to the semi-dark by blinking them some more, before he studied her face, hovering over his.

"Nothing! I just wanted to tell you that I love you and kiss you real quick."

"Oh, that's not nothing…" the corners of his mouth twitched for a second.

She had kissed those lips many times by now, kissed them angrily, softly, full of passion, in passing and several hours long. Rianne would never get tired of the feeling that sparkled through her every fibre when her and his mouth melted together, assuring her of a deep connection that was undeniable and couldn't really be put into words.

It was a kiss that seemed to symbolize an apology and a reassurance that they were on the same page and Jay gladly took it. He would gladly take any kind of comfort from her that would feel as real and honest as that kiss.

"I don't want you to have night sweats because of me!" Rianne's face was still very close to his, her fingers smoothing out his brows.

Some of his earlier admissions had obviously been sinking deeper into her mind.
Jay shrugged to express that he couldn't help it. His heart was still not able to shake the shackles of fear. And if she wasn't willing to at least leave him the well-known role of a care-taker he felt he had nothing to hold onto to fight them off.

"Maybe we should talk about scary stuff some more. Not now necessarily, but just get it out there? Talk through some worst case scenarios?"

Jay pulled a face as if he had bitten down on something sour listening to her suggestion. Technically she was right. This recent episode had shown that sometimes things took an unexpected turn and that there were a lot of things yet to be discussed between them. For example that he wouldn't have known who he should call, who to inform first if something serious had happened to her, he didn't even have her parents phone numbers. What would she want her medical care to look like? What was her take on life-support measures and stuff like that. He didn't even want to say it out loud, but maybe to create some structure, some rationality, to have a plan would actually prove helpful, take away the immense threat somehow.

"I know it's not a happy topic, but I also don't know what you would like for me to do if the roles were reversed…"

Jay didn't really want to talk about it tonight though and he must have looked exactly like that, because she didn't push him further, just ran her hands over his neck, curling into him softly.

"I'm just as afraid as you are, right?"

"Yeah, but I still don't exactly get why you are afraid of me taking care of you and just being there!"

"I'm afraid of appearing and feeling weak, needy, incapable and small… dependent…"

"But you know that's not how I see you and I never will!"

"In my more rational brain I know that, yes…"

She paused for a second and looked at something behind his ear, then went full blown, sincere eye-contact again:

"I also want you to know that… when I begin to miss things, miss Andrea, his family? The thing I am really missing is how things were. Not because I love my life less now, but because of the fact you can never fully get your head around the fact that some people, some moments, are just gone forever. I know I can't go back and I don't want to anymore. And that's mainly because of you and because it wouldn't be the same. They're not the same and I certainly am not! We all changed because of things we lost and things we found instead!"

Because he didn't really know what to say, Jay hugged her tighter to him. Closing his eyes and feeling her soft skin under his fingertips. Why did they always get the heavy stuff out in the middle of the night?

"We both have a past and we'll revisit it from time to time, it's only natural. Who knows? Maybe someday one of your ex-girlfriends will come back, or your ex-wife, and then I will have to deal with that too. And I wanna deal with that because I ultimately want to keep you!"

"You want to keep me?" Jay tried not to laugh at her choice of words, while he eased his grip around her shoulders to be able to look at her smiling face.

Her facing any of his exes certainly would be an interesting thing.

"Yeah I want keep you, you 'possessive, overbearing worrier'! Your words, not mine!"

Jay was just silently watching her for a while after that as if trying to make up his mind about something. There was a tension about him that was getting a little uncomfortable.

"What?"

He sat up a little straighter, leaning against the headboard now:

"This is probably the most unromantic thing to do but it's messing with my head and in the spirit of honesty and talking about insecurities I need to ask you something."

Rianne's ears perked up and a little uneasiness as to what this could mean spread through her veins. Jay's fingers played with hers while he was clearing his throat and not looking at her for the first few sentences. When he finally spoke he sounded even hoarser then before and it made her extremely nervous:

"So, I have this friend who needs some advice. You see he's got this really great girlfriend he truly loves and possibly wants to spend the rest of his life with. And her father happened to give him an engagement ring that belonged to her grandmother and he said to give it to his girl when the time is right. Only now he doesn't really know that to do…."

Rianne felt her heart beating out of her chest. What? She heard the words leave his mouth but the meaning of them only sank in very slowly. No way he was really talking about some friend. But Jay wasn't finished:

"You see he wants to do the right thing. It's not that he can't afford to buy a ring himself, he rather thinks that this ring might hold a lot of meaning for her, because she loved her grandmother so much. But she has this complicated relationship with her dad and he thinks that she should get to decide if this is the ring she would want him to give to her one day or if there are too many ties to it! And he doesn't want to get rejected just because it's the wrong kind of jewelry. So what do you think he should do?"

Words failed her. There were tears in her eyes, a serious lump in her throat and yet a surprised laugh escaping her mouth. The only way she knew how to react in the heat of the moment was to throw her arms around Jay's neck and hug him as close to her as she could, trying to reign in the sobs piling up in her chest. Maybe him not keeping this a surprise would seem unromantic to others, but to her it meant that he cared enough about her feelings, her issues with her dad, due to having been a witness to that dynamic recently, that he wasn't making this decision for her.

Jay seemed a little confused by her reaction and only reciprocated her gesture with a little delay, asking:

"So does this mean she'd want another ring, or no ring at all?"

"She would actually want this exact ring! Because for the first time in a long time her dad seems to have genuinely cared about what she would truly want and who she would want it with," she whispered against his neck, then pulled away to look into his eyes for a second before crushing her mouth to his, trying to put all her love for him, oozing out of her every pore, into that kiss.

When they came up for air Jay's eyes were gleaming too, his hands stayed tangled up in her hair. The smile he wore was so teasing and boyishly handsome she had to kiss him on it again. Of course it didn't stop at the one kiss though. Things were heating up between them pretty quickly until Jay pushed her away a little:

"You need to stop kissing me like this or it will be pretty hard to stop…" he groaned against her lips and elicited a frustrated growl out of her.

This 'no sex until doctor's orders' policy really annoyed the hell out of her:

"I hate this! Just as much as I hate sleeping on my left side or my back!"

"Let me guess, you wanna lay down flat on your belly, sprawled out across the bed so that I have to push you over if I get in a little too late only to have you sleeping on top of me?"

"Something like that!"

"Come here!" He pulled her so that she was still on her side but her head was on his upper arm, her face resting under his chin, Jay's right hand supporting her back.

"Your arm will fall asleep like that," she mumbled as she felt her eyes getting droopy again with her hand resting over his steady and strong heartbeat, the rhythm of it her favorite lullaby.

"Wouldn't be the first time though would it?" Jay sighed into her hair and it sounded like he would choose that over sleeping with all the space in the world every time.

I guess I have told more than half of this story by now. But before I think of a good way to wrap things up nicely I would very much like to hear what you all would want to see happening before it ends. Feel free to leave a comment or send me a PM! I look forward to every input you like to share with me! As usual thank you all so much for reading and reviewing! Stay confident and positive!