A/n Thanks to insomnia and a jisbon spiral this fic now exists. It is sixteen "chapters" and fully complete because I'm a crazy woman. Set after the show's finale.

Whilst packing for their big move to the shack he renovated, Jane finds Lisbon's box of letters from him. He is touched that she kept them but what is more surprising is the stack of replies she wrote for him but couldn't send.

With her in bed and him with little patience, he decides to read them but make notes of his thoughts. All of Jane's notes are in italics at the end of the letter chapters.

I would love to hear your thoughts on the letters. If you have a thought about a particular one, then be sure to add the letter number in your comment.

I was inspired by a fic on AO3 called "And So It Goes" by the_lucky_ones311. It is about Jane showing Lisbon some of the letters he wrote but never sent. I recommend checking it out.

(Side note: I am still writing 72 Hours. Just couldn't wait to post this.)

Thanks for reading and enjoy!

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Prologue

He has definitely slept much better since marrying her. Having her by his side every night is comforting and even when sleep does elude him, he enjoys watching her snooze, taking in each and every one of her perfect features. She would probably disagree with him; her body image confidence has taken a beating the further she has progressed in her pregnancy, but he is happy to spend his time reminding her that he loves every inch of her. If he could spend all day doing so, he would.

Insomnia has been a regular occurrence over the past month thanks to the franticness of everyday life. He has been rushing to finish the remodel on their new house whilst also packing up her condo, she is too heavily pregnant to do much and despite her protests, he doesn't want her to lift a finger. She should enjoy the moments of calm before they have a baby to dote on every minute of every day.

Jane smiles at the sleeping figure of his wife next to him before slowly and quietly climbing out from under the sheets so he can resume in packing up the contents of her living room. He managed two hours of rest but now he feels ready to go once more despite it being three o'clock in the morning. He doesn't mind though; everything needs to be ready and perfect for his family.

Somehow, he has been given a second chance and he is not taking it lightly.

He makes himself a cup of tea before continuing filling the large removal boxes that he constructed the night before. It took him longer than expected, getting frustrated at how much of a fiddle it was but eventually he got there, and Lisbon woke up to a house full of empty boxes much to her amusement.

With any luck, they will be moving into their new place by the end of the week. He just needs to complete some finishing touches to the property and then it will be all done, just in time too. She is only a few weeks away from her due date. Soon they will be parents and that feeling of excitement hasn't fully left him ever since she told him the news shortly after they got married. He didn't think that day could get any better until that moment. It still brings a tear to his eye just thinking about it.

It is nearly four o'clock when he finds the wooden box. It was tucked safely in a cupboard under her bookcase. Jane doesn't think he has ever been in the cupboard before now, he has had no reason to, but he is surprised at his lack of nosiness. It just shows how busy life has been since they've been together. Before they got married, any time that he spent in this house he was practically glued to her, and honestly that hasn't really changed. Whether it is innocently snuggling on the couch or not-so-innocently "cuddling" in bed, he loves to have her in his arms. He loves her so much and he didn't think he could adore her anymore until he opens the intriguing box.

He recognises the papers inside almost instantly as the letters he sent her from the island via his old carny pals. They look both well-loved and well-read. Crumpled at the corners, showing how many times she has read them. They've not really ever talked about them or their contents, he didn't even know she still had them until this moment. He is touched by that, and he hopes they gave her some comfort during a long two years.

There are fourteen of them in total. He could have easily written more, he wanted to write every day, but he didn't think that was wise. He didn't want to continually be so dependent on her existence when it was likely that they would never see each other again. He's glad that he was wrong.

His smile turns into a look of deep thought as his brow raises when he finds a stack of papers, flat, underneath his letters. Pushing his penmanship to one side of the box, he creates a large enough gap to pull up the papers and he quickly understands what they are. They're more letters, but these ones have his name on.

His best friend and now gorgeous wife wrote him replies but he had no means to receive them.

Would she begrudge him if he read them? Should he wait until morning? Jane isn't sure he has that kind of willpower especially because it will be many hours until she wakes.

He scans the room looking for where he left the pad of sticky notes that he's been using to label boxes and when he spots the bright yellow stationary he grins. He will read her letters now, not being able to stop himself, but he will make sure to jot down his thoughts as he reads. That way he can talk about them with her at a more sociable hour.

He is excited but also nervous. Those two years were so difficult for him, but he got away, out of the line of fire, and he knows that was hard for her. They've spoken about it on occasion, not too deeply because they've not wanted to dwell on their difficult past.

This doesn't have to be a sad exercise though; it can be a rewarding and enjoyable one too. So, after fixing himself up another fresh brew, he is ready to get started.