Summary

Fluff. Just fluff.

Emma Novoa woke up in her favorite place: her husband's arms. They were cuddling on the couch of their perfectly designed living room, the only light coming from the television in front of them. A blanket Emma was sure hadn't been present earlier was draped over the married couple. She smiled. Jax must have made it appear once I fell asleep so I wouldn't get cold.

She lifted her head from her husband's cologne-scented chest and blinked up at him through sleepy lashes. "Hi."

"Hey, look who's awake." He leaned down and kissed her forehead then proceeded to brush a dark lock of hair behind her ear. "Have a nice rest?"

The witch quietly groaned and stretched her arms. "I did. How long was I out?"

"Couple hours."

The woman's eyes widened. She quickly sat up and checked the clock above them.

It was 9:00 PM.

"Oh no!" She tried to worm her way out from under the blanket, but she wasn't yet awake enough to do so. "I-I have to clean the dishes from dinner and give Ahna a bath and get her into bed and—"

"Em," her husband laughed, placing two gentle hands on her shoulders, stilling her on the couch. "Relax. Everything is taken care of."

"Huh?"

"I cast a few spells to take care of the dishes and Andi came over to take care of Ahna's bedtime routine." He tenderly rubbed his wife's shoulders and pressed a light kiss onto the side of her neck. "Everything is fine."

"Really?" Emma's body slowly began to melt into her husband's, her panic slipping away.

"Really."

She turned around to find Andi descending the living room staircase. The short woman was dressed in a Zombie Apocalypse Crew T-shirt (which she'd obviously cut into a ripped crop top) and high-waisted skinny jeans. On her feet were a pair of Converse and her hair was back in a slick ponytail. She could've passed for a teenager to someone who didn't know her.

"I only had to tell her a story for like two minutes before she was out. Did you know zombie fairytales are very popular with kids these days?"

Jax's face said it all. "You told our six-year-old a zombie bedtime story?"

"Don't get your expensive dress pants in a twist, Richy Rich. It was nothing gory; just something light and fun." She glanced to the side and added, "About zombies."

Emma successfully untangled herself from the blanket and stood. "Thank you so much, Andi." She tripped her way over to her best friend and gave her a hug. "I really appreciate you coming over."

"Don't sweat it." Andi smiled, returning the hug. "You guys didn't name me her godmother for nothing. Well, I've gotta get going. Kurt and I are going on a date."

"To where?" Jax snorted, standing to stretch his own limbs. "The company building?"

"No!" Andi glanced at the perfectly carpeted floor and added, "Not first."

Emma chuckled and opened the door. "Bye, Andi."

"Later."

Once her best friend was gone, the witch sighed and leaned against the door. "That was so nice of her to come over and help out."

"Eh." Her husband crossed the room and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her close. "Had she said no, I would've tele-transported her here anyway."

"You know you love her like a sister."

"Yeah. That's it."

The woman grinned and tiredly rested her cheek on her husband's shoulder. "I'm sorry I've been so lazy tonight, Jaxy," she mumbled.

"Lazy? Em, you're exhausted. You have been for weeks. You work yourself over time at your job, at home…" The wizard cupped her face in his hands. "You needed that rest, baby."

He wasn't wrong. Lately, Emma had been spreading herself way thin. Between taking on multiple clients at the design company and driving Ahna to school functions and helping her with her homework and cooking meals for her family and having intimate time with her husband, the woman really didn't have a moment to breathe. She'd even been waking up multiple times in the middle of the night from dreams about her many adult/mother/wife duties. It was all worth it, though; she did everything she did for the people she loved.

"Have I mentioned lately you're the best husband any woman could ever ask for?" She wrapped her arms around his neck.

He smirked and gave her a peck on the lips. "Then I guess it's a good thing I have the best wife any man could ever ask for. Perfect match."

"Perfect match," Emma repeated, leaning in to give him a peck of her own. Then she sighed and leaned against his body. "Seriously, thank you for taking care of everything… for taking care of me. I love you."

"I love you, too. This needs to become a regular occurrence, okay?, you having nights off. I don't want you to strain yourself."

She softly hmmed against his chest, drifting off to sleep even as they stood in the doorway of their mansion.

Jax picked her up bridal style and tele-transported to their bedroom. He cast a spell to put them both into their pajamas then tucked his wife into their king size bed. He was about to climb in beside her when his phone went off with a new text.

Diego: Hey man you wanna join the guys and me for drinks tonight?

Jax didn't miss a beat.

Jax: Can't. My Em needs some TLC.

And with that, he turned off his phone and joined the love of his life in their bed. He carefully pulled her body close to his in a protective embrace and cast a spell in his head to turn off the lights. He fell asleep with one hand resting on her waist and the other stroking her hair.

She didn't stir once the entire night.