A/N Hi Hi everyone! We meet again. Okay, so this is the final topic of this story, there will be two or three chapter left until the this book is finally over. And for Camila.ski, I told you there will be a surprise so you have to hang on a little tiny bit longer to find out about the baby, okay? Remember that good things come to those who wait hahaha. And Lovepeacy, about the pineapple thing, I think it's just a myth but according to research, pineapple contains an enzyme or something that can trigger contractions, but to actually harm a pregnancy you have to eat at least a basket of pineapples. You can still eat it but in reasonable portions because you also need vitamins and minerals from it. I just wanted to point out that Jack has a will to learn more about pregnancy to show that he cares about his wife. And for the guest who asked for an update, here's the update. Enjoy!

On a very glrious weekend morning, Jack ran down the stairs with his black leather Bally Bumbag in his hands into the kitchen. He then put the sling bag on the kitchen table along with his other things. On the table there were already some of his sneakers, watches, his leather jacket and some of his rock music accessories.

Since his conversation with his neighbors about how much money he needed in the future, his mind was busy thinking about various scenarios of how to get extra money. Of course, getting a job was the solution, and he had tried applying for jobs and doing interviews but still to no avail. And Jack being Jack, he couldn't resist the temptation of shortcuts for extra cash.

"This bag may be sold for," Jack pointed to his sling bag and his lips pursed as his brain thought about the right price. "Two hundred dollars." He decided.

"Okay. Sling bag, two sneakers, and I really like this watch but what else can I-" Jack's eyes shot towards the stairs while his words evaporated when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching and his mouth closed automatically as the figure of his wife began to enter the kitchen area.

"Good morning, Jack."

"Y-yes, baby?" Jack's hands subconsciously grabbed his things from the table and held them close to his chest. He didn't want his wife to know about his plan to make extra money by selling his things because only God knows what might happen to him if his wife finds out.

Jack gulped as his wife watched him suspiciously and his mouth went dry as her eyes shifted from one of his things to another.

"What are you going to do with this things?" Asked Elsa finally. Her hand rested on the table and the other on her waist.

Jack gulped, wait, he couldn't do that again because his mouth was already dry like an overcooked chicken breast, so the only thing that he could do was hug his things tighter. He had no saliva left to swallow.

There was a reason why his wife had become a successful lawyer, and he was sure that just by looking at what was on the table and of course with his ghostly white face, she could already guess what he was going to do.

"You're not going to sell this things, are you?"

Busted. Jack was about to shake his head but his neck suddenly felt stiff. He was about to speak but his mouth couldn't produce even a single word. He was dead.

"Jack? What are you going to do with this things? You're not going to sell this things, are you?" Elsa raised an eyebrow and repeated her question because she never got an answer. And her husband's strange face said it all. "You are going to sell this things."

Jack took a few steps back with the things still in his arms until his back hit the fridge and he couldn't go anywhere else. He shuddered to see Elsa who seemed to be holding back anger.

"Don't you dare sell this things, Jack. I am the one who bought all of these things. For you. What were you thinking? You never bought things, and now the things you have you want to sell? How dare you?!"

Uh-oh.

Selling things for extra money' mission : Failed

Later that afternoon, after his first mission failed, Jack thought about going back to the original plan. Looking for job vacancies. And here he was, at the dinner table, beside his wife who was busy with her laptop, looking for a job vacancies in the newspaper.

And again, Jack being Jack, even flipping through the pages of the newspaper, he was very noisy, not to mention when he was reading the content of the news paper out loud. Elsa had to concentrate double on her work because Jack couldn't read quietly.

"I'm looking for a big job advertisement, Elsa. So that the salary is big too." Said Jack, grinning widely after that.

Elsa let out a deep breath, trying to be patient because she really had to finish her work. "You don't have to tell me what you're reading, Jack. You can read that in silent you know? I still have to finalize the contract for the new Walmart branch." She said, keeping her eyes fixed on the laptop screen. She occasionally exaggerated when typing on the keyboard to signal to her husband that she needed concentration to get her work done quickly.

But Jack didn't listen and when he found a job advertisement he found interesting, he read it aloud again. "Data analysis policy and regulatory research for sustainable, public recruitment." He said, and then chuckled. "Look at this, Elsa. It would be really cool if I worked with data. One day I'll come home and say, hey honey, today I've been dealing with a big data and have to analyze it. Cool right?" He added, smiling broadly at his wife.

But Elsa looked at him as if he had put salt in a dish that was already too salty and she looked like she was about to explode.

"Jack! I said, if you want to read the newspaper, just read it, you don't have to comment about it. You give me a headache hearing it you know that? Ugh!" Elsa closed her laptop, gathered her paperwork and immediately left, leaving Jack who was now biting his fingers in confusion.

"Uh? What have I done?"

Looking for a job in a newspaper' mission : Failed

"Elsa, Elsa." Jack entered their bedroom where now Elsa was sitting on the bed still with her laptop, continuing her work which had been interrupted earlier. He stopped at the side of the bed, standing there with his hands on his waist.

"Do you want me to buy you some grapes?" Jack asked confidently. He pulled his wife's dressing chair and sat on it.

This caught Elsa's attention. She finally looked up from her laptop and stared at her husband in surprise. "You want to buy me some grapes?"

"Yeah. Grapes."

Elsa's eyes narrowed at the thought of what her husband really wanted to do behind this strange offer. "You don't have to do that, Jack. You're still looking for a job. Don't promise me that you'll buy me grapes."

Jack smiled sweetly and put his hands on his knees. But then his face turned serious. "No, I'm serious, Elsa. I'm really looking for a job. You know I've been looking for a job in the newspapers and everywhere. So, to realize my intention of looking for a job and my promise to buy you some grapes, may I borrow your laptop to browse job vacancies on the internet?"

"What?" So it is right, he wants something. He wants to borrow the laptop.

"I want to borrow your laptop. And also I'm going to make a job application letter and the CV." Jack repeated, still smiling so sweetly. "May I?"

Elsa looked doubtful and considered whether to give her laptop or not, but she felt that her husband's intentions were really serious this time and also she felt a little bit tired and maybe a little nap would help so, "Okay. You can use the laptop-"

"Yes!"

"But remember." Elsa looked up from the laptop' screen and stared at Jack seriously. "You have to be careful because in this laptop there are a lot of important files."

"I know." Jack nodded his head.

"Very important files."

"Okay."

"And one more thing, you know which files are important and which are not? Please delete files that are not important because this laptop is very slow. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I'll delete those files."

"Okay."

And with that, Elsa handed over her laptop for her husband to use while she was going to take a nap. She hoped that after she took a nap, her husband was done and she could go back to using her laptop to finish her work.

And back to Jack, he took the laptop out of the room and decided to go to the kitchen table because he didn't want to disturb his wife's nap. He will succeed this time and will soon get a job. Or so he thought.

Half an hour had passed and Jack was still struggling with the files he needed to get rid of. He had deleted some movie files he had never watched because most of them were no longer important.

"Wow. This is it. Bon Jovi best live performance ever. This one si soooo good." Jack was about to skip that one but he was reminded of Elsa's words that he had to delete files that were no longer important. It was true that he really liked this concert but he hadn't seen it in years and that meant this file was no longer important, right?

Jack looked up upstairs where his wife was taking a nap. And then he made a decision. "Just delete it." He pressed the 'delete' button. "So this laptop is no longer slow. Okay, next." And then he went back to looking for which files he should delete.

"What's this? New Walmart branch?" Jack frowned trying to think. "Walmart? Why does Elsa save Walmart files? We can just go there and shop what we need."

And then with the confidence level of a king or a president, he pressed the 'delete' button. "Bye bye."

It took a few seconds for Jack to realize what he had just done. His brain suddenly froze and a chill ran down his spine as he fully realized what he had just done.

"Oh. My. God." Jack looked up from the laptop screen and could think of nothing but his wife's wrath.

"Uh-oh. Oh. My. God!" Jack slammed the table with his hands out of frustration. "You're doom, Jack."

Looking for a job using a laptop' mission : Dead

Mean while in the house next door, Kristoff and Anna were relaxing enjoying the weekend in the living room reading an electronic magazine. Kristoff finally got to enjoy the day more without having to worry about the package problem like he had a few days ago. Those days were gone and he didn't have to think about it anymore. It was a weekend to relax and have fun. Likely.

"You see this, Honey. Tips on how to take good care of gadgets." Kristoff pointed to a page and tilted the magazine slightly so his wife could see it more clearly. "It turns out that we shouldn't put it in our pants pocket."

"Put it in a shirt pocket or put it in a bag." Anna read aloud while nodding her head in understanding.

"Yeah. Now look at this. This latest cell phone. It has the most advanced processor and look at the memory. This is un-"

"KRISTOFF!! KRISTOF, KRISTOFF! YOU GOTTA HELP ME, KRISTOFF!!!"

Suddenly their front door burst open and a frantic looking Jack burst in with a laptop in his hand. He stormed into the living room kneeling before Kristoff and placing the laptop on the table. Kristoff and Anna had similar expressions where their mouths were slightly open and their faces expressed confusion because of his phenomenal arrival.

"Help me, Kristoff. I could be scolded to death by Elsa if Elsa finds out. Help me, Kristoff." Jack whined again almost in tears, hugging the laptop on the table. Kristoff looked at his wife next to him and then sighed softly. Endless problems caused by this one neighbor.

"What happened, Jack?" Kristoff asked. Because to be able to help, he must first know what problem Jack was facing.

"Help me, Kristoff. Please. This is really a serious problem. You gotta help me." Jack pleaded by shaking Kristoff's knees and then bringing his hands together in front of his chest. He cried so much that his face turned red.

Kristoff let out a long sigh and set his magazine down on the table. He looked back at his wife bored and disinterested even though his wife looked worried. He was well acquainted with the behaviour of this one neighbor. It looked a serious problem but maybe the problem Jack was facing was a trivial problem. But Anna being Anna, she couldn't bear to see someone cry.

"Jack, you have to calm down, okay? Come on, take a deep breath." Anna guided Jack to do some yoga-like movements and take deep breaths.

Distraught by the problem, Jack obeyed Anna's orders. Still sobbing, he straightened his back and imitated Anna's movements.

"Okay." Jack said. Several times he inhaled and exhaled slowly, until finally his crying stopped and left a hiccup.

"Good. Now, how about you tell us your problems one by one from the start? And you better sit on the couch, Jack. Come on." Anna persuaded calmly. Jack complied and wiping the tears from his face. He then stood up and sat down on the couch, ready to tell his problem.

Jack told the story from the time he woke up early, and then planned to sell his things, and then looked for job vacancies in the newspaper, and then borrowed Elsa's laptop, until finally he told his stupidity of deleting a file that he thought was an important file belonging to his wife because he thought he had heard the name of the file before. Elsa had mentioned it one time. Though now, frightened by what might happen, his brain went blank and he couldn't think straight.

Anna gasped and covered her mouth with her hand because she knew how it felt to lose an important file, especially when it came to Elsa's work, it must be a big deal. However, Kristoff was annoyed that it took almost fifteen minutes for Jack to finally tell his real problem.

"You could just say right away that you accidentally deleted Elsa's file, Jack. Why did you have to tell a long story from the moment you got up in the morning?" Kristoff asked, picking up the magazine and putting it down again.

"But it was Anna who asked me to tell the story from the beginning, Kristoff." Said Jack defensively, pointing at Anna.

Kristoff turned and stared at Anna with his lips forming a straight line. "You shouldn't have asked that earlier, Honey."

Anna grimaced and tried to smile. "Sorry."

"So you guys can help me or not? Can't Elsa's file be saved?" Asked Jack finally because he needed a solution to his problem. ASAP.

"Okay, okay." Kristoff let out a long sigh and finally reached for the laptop in front of him. "So you deleted Elsa's file and it has to be restored?"

"Yeah. Can you do that, Kristoff? Surely you can do that right?" Jack asked hopefully. Watching Kristoff fiddle with Elsa's laptop, there was a glimmer of hope that he wouldn't be scolded to death by his wife.

"Okay. Let's get this right." Kristoff was starting to put on a serious face and couldn't help but have to help Jack this time.

"Now tell me the file name." He kept clicking here and there while waiting for an answer from Jack who after a while he still didn't hear Jack speak even a word. He then looked up and found Jack's dazed face.

"Jack? The file name?"

"I can't remember, Kristoff." Jack answered slowly.

Kritoff and Anna's jaws dropped to the floor hearing that. How can he save a file if he doesn't know what the file name is?

"How can you save the file if you don't know the file, Jack?" Kristoff asked in disbelief.

Fear and regret flooded his heart again. He ruffled his hair out of frustration and plopped back on the couch. The tears that had dried up, now began to find a way to come out of his eyes again.

"Why am I always unlucky like this, huh?" Jack rubbed his forehead and started to sob.

"Here we go again. The drama has begun." Kristoff said quietly, he could already guess that this kind of drama would happen. But his words earned him a slap on the shoulder from his wife.

"Don't be like that, Kristoff." Anna said, watching Jack, who was now standing and was going back and forth in confusion, crying.

"I don't have a job! I can't even buy Elsa some grapes!" Jack whined, finally he ended up in the door and slumped down with his back against the door. "Why is life so cruel?"

Seeing this, Anna was touched and stood up to sit next to Jack. Kristoff followed, albeit with a fairly high level of reluctance.

"Jack, don't be sad like this. Okay? You have a baby on the way. Come on, cheers. Don't be sad like this." Said Anna encouragingly, and with the baby being mentioned, made Jack smile instantly.

"Baby?"

"Yeah. Baby."

"You're right, Anna. I am the would-be a daddy, right?" Exclaimed Jack excitedly.

"Yeah, the would-be a daddy. Who doesn't have a job. Later when the baby is born, how to feed the baby?" Sneered Kristoff softly. But Jack next to him heard it and it made him dow again and cry again.

"Kristoff!" Cried Anna, disapproving of the attempt to mock at the wrong time.

"I'm sorry, okay? I was just kidding. You're such a drama king, Jack." Kristoff stood up and returned to the couch. An idea popped up on how he was going to save Elsa's files and hopefully this would work. "Come on. Let's get this right."

Jack wiped his cheeks from the tears and got up to follow Kristoff, as did Anna. The two of them then sat by Kristoff's side with Kristoff in the middle, preparing for a mission to save Elsa's files.

"Try to open this folder, Kristoff." Anna said, pointing at the laptop screen.

"Yeah. I was just about to do that, Honey. If a file is deleted, it should still be-"

"ANNA? KRISTOFF? IS JACK HERE?"

Elsa's scream made the three of them turn their heads and stare at the door at once. The chill ran down their backs to their big toes. They froze staring at the door which was immediately opened followed by Elsa's figure entering the room.

"Here you are, Jack." Elsa said, relief evident in her voice. She then sat down in a single couch and pointed at the laptop. "Are you done with the laptop? I'm going to finish my work."

"Uh." Jack gulped and nudged Kristoff with his elbow, trying to signal for help. "Uh, h-how about, how about you borrow Kristoff' laptop?" He asked nervously, he was really scared now. "Right, Kristoff?"

"Y-yeah." Kristoff nodded and smiled awkwardly. "You can borrow my laptop, Elsa." He turned to Anna who was already grimacing in horror.

"Kristoff's laptop? How can I use Kristoff's laptop? My important files are all on this laptop. I'll take it now, okay? You can borrow it again later."

And with that, Elsa grabbed her laptop and left immediately leaving Jack, Kristoff and Anna who couldn't move an inch. And apparently the would-be a daddy was still failing with his missions. Will he succeed even just for once?

to be continued...