Jack had finished lunch with Kate and now was back in his apartment. He sat down and buried his head in his hands. It was long lunch. He had to force himself not to rub her legs, stare at her breasts or lean up and kiss her. It took all his will power not to get hard. He just needed to be with her so badly. And not just for sex either, but he wanted to be able to wrap his arms around her and give her massages when she was stressed out. He wanted to wake up every morning and see her beautiful face beaming up at him. He wanted to hold her hand and feel her wedding ring, the wedding ring he wanted to give her, up against his skin. He wanted to put his hands on her belly and feel his little baby kicking inside of her. He wanted all of her, just the way she is! He was in love with her!
He had known he was in love with her for three years. Since the divorce. Sarah had always been accusing him of being in love with her. He continuously denied it. Him? In love with Kate? His best friend? It was ridiculous. He didn't blame Sarah for thinking he was though. He would think hard about Kate, and Sarah always knew he was thinking about her. When he asked how she knew she had told him it was because of the huge smile on his face every time he got lost in thought and space. He would talk about Kate a lot, more than any normal guy talks about his best friend. But Jack brushed it off, saying his and Kate's relationship was different than any other one. A couple times he had accidently called Sarah Kate. One particularly bad time was a few months before the divorce, in the heat of the moment, just before the climax Jack had called out Kate's name instead of Sarah's. Jack figured that was what pretty much finalized the divorce for Sarah.
Once Sarah had actually informed Jack of the divorce he was crushed of course. Sarah had moved out immediately and Kate had taken her place. Somewhat. She slept on the couch and took care of Jack to no end for two whole weeks. It was in those two weeks Jack realized he was in love with her. Well, at first he had thought it was a rebound thing, or maybe he just felt this because he needed someone to lean on in trying times. But no, even six months after the divorce Jack's heart still skipped a beat when he saw her, his body heated up when he thought of her, his stomach ached when he knew he could never be with her.
She didn't love him of course. That was obvious. She had never flirted with him or made a move. She even let him get married to another woman. She didn't love him. And now, all of his hopes of becoming a loving father, and a dotting husband were shot. Because he wanted Kate and Kate alone, forever. And he could never have that.
His family was disappointed. His parents were so happy with he married Sarah, and so disappointed when he divorced her. His mother had wept, and accused Jack of trying to ruin her life. She pointed a shaky finger at him; her tissues clutched in her polished fingers and screamed that he wanted her to be unhappy. Jack had attempted to take his mother in his arms and comfort her, asking her how she could ever think that, but she wouldn't allow it. She pushed him away and said that he was just keeping her from getting grandchildren. Jack didn't even know what to say to that one. His father felt basically the same way, only in less tears. He made that perfectly clear in the way he repeatedly voiced his disappointment in Jack in the work place.
Jack wanted a different life. As navii as it may be, Jack felt that Kate was the answer to his different life. He felt like she was is soul mate. Even though the last time he felt that it was with Sarah and that turned out wrong. With Kate it felt so much different, so much more...right.