It was one of those rare evenings when the BAU was quiet, and Jennifer Jereau had the rare chance to unwind with her husband, Will. The house was calm, the kids were settled in bed, and all that was left was the simple pleasure of each other's company.
They curled up together on the couch, a cozy blanket draped over them. The evening had started off with laughter—mostly reminiscing about their most awkward moments over the years—and had slowly turned into quiet conversation. Will had his arm around Jennifer, pulling her in close. She was feeling relaxed, her body unwinding in the comfort of his embrace.
But there was something that kept pulling at her attention. A pressure in her bladder that she had tried to ignore, too focused on the moment to deal with it. *I'll get up in a bit* she thought. *Just a few more minutes. I'm comfortable. I'm fine.*
Will's hand ran through her hair, and Jennifer sighed, sinking deeper into the couch. *This is nice* she thought, smiling. *I could stay like this forever.*
She tried to shift her position slightly, feeling the pressure in her abdomen becoming harder to ignore. Still, she didn't want to break the peaceful silence, so she tried to will it away. She adjusted her legs, but the pressure seemed to grow with each passing second. *Okay, maybe just a little longer* she told herself, *I'll just wait until he falls asleep, and then I'll go.*
Will, sensing her unease, looked down at her. "Hey, you okay?" he asked, his voice soft.
"Yeah, just... just fine," she said, trying to sound casual. She shifted a little, but the discomfort was starting to become unbearable.
"Are you sure?" Will raised an eyebrow, his gaze moving over her face as he adjusted the blanket. "You've been squirming for a while now."
Jennifer winced, a little embarrassed. "I just need to go to the bathroom. But I don't want to get up."
He gave her a sympathetic smile. "I get it. But you're not going to make it much longer, are you?"
Jennifer froze, her eyes widening. She hadn't realized how bad it had gotten until now. The pressure in her bladder had reached its peak, and suddenly, she could feel that familiar warmth—*too* familiar warmth. She gasped and looked down, horrified to realize she'd leaked a little bit.
"Oh no," she whispered, mortified.
Will immediately turned her head to face him, concern filling his eyes. "Jen, did you...?"
Jennifer nodded, her face flushing crimson. She hadn't even noticed until now—she was too distracted by the comfortable warmth of his embrace to focus on her body's signals. And now, here she was, embarrassed beyond belief.
"Will, I... I didn't realize. I'm so sorry," she muttered, feeling the heat of her cheeks spread.
He gently cupped her face in his hands, lifting her chin so she'd look at him. "Jen, it's okay. It happens. You don't need to be embarrassed."
She shook her head, still cringing at how out of control it had gotten. "I didn't even notice until it was too late. I... I feel so stupid."
"Don't," Will said softly. "It's not a big deal. You've been holding it for a while now. No harm done." He smiled gently, trying to ease the tension. "But, uh... I think you might need some help."
Jennifer raised an eyebrow. "Help?"
He nodded, his grin widening. "If you're not quite ready to get up yet, I think I've got something that could help." He shifted his weight and reached behind the couch, pulling out a small plastic cup he'd been keeping in his jacket pocket.
Jennifer stared at it for a moment. "Is that...?"
"Yep," Will said, his voice a little lighter. "I wasn't sure, but you're right here, and I'm here, so... we can make this work."
Jennifer blinked, still in a bit of shock. "Will, you can't be serious."
"I am," he said, now fully holding the cup in his hand. "Look, if you're embarrassed, you don't have to... but you need to get comfortable again. I can hold it for you."
Jennifer's mind was racing. She couldn't believe this was happening. She was sitting on the couch in front of her husband, trying to stop herself from feeling utterly mortified.
"I'm sorry," she murmured again, feeling the heat of her embarrassment return in full force.
Will sighed, moving a little closer. "Jen, you don't have to apologize. You're fine. It's no big deal. This is just... this is a *we're in this together* thing, okay? You're *not* alone here."
It was only then that Jennifer took a deep breath, realizing that Will wasn't fazed by the situation at all. He was calm, and though it was awkward, he was there to help. He wasn't making her feel bad or rushing her. He was just... offering a simple solution.
"Okay," she whispered, nodding reluctantly. "I... I really need to go."
Will adjusted the blanket and carefully set the cup on the table next to her. "Just take a breath. We'll figure this out. You can do it."
Jennifer shifted, trying to find a way to hold herself without spilling any more. She had already done the hard part, but now there was the added pressure of the cup. She couldn't help but feel nervous as she slowly shifted to face him.
Will kept his eyes trained on the ceiling, respecting her space but staying close enough to be of help. "I'm right here. Whenever you're ready."
Jennifer finally took a breath and, in a flash of desperation mixed with relief, allowed herself to go. The cup filled slowly at first, and Jennifer let out a quiet, relieved sigh as the pressure eased.
She was amazed at how quickly Will had figured it out. He was there, steady and supportive, with not a hint of judgment.
When it was done, Jennifer pulled her pants up and wiped herself quickly with a tissue she found on the table. Will immediately took the cup and disposed of it, his face still kind, his manner unaffected by the awkwardness.
Jennifer collapsed back into his arms, still flushed but feeling a lot less stressed. "I can't believe that just happened."
Will kissed her forehead gently. "I know. But I'm glad you're feeling better now. And don't worry—you're not alone in this. I've got you."
Her heart swelled, grateful for the patience and love he always gave her, even in the most bizarre of circumstances. "I'm so lucky to have you," she said softly, leaning into him.
Will smiled. "Hey, it's all part of the adventure, right?"
Jennifer couldn't help but laugh. "I'll try to make sure the next adventure doesn't involve *that*."
He chuckled with her, squeezing her tight. "I think we'll both be okay."
2
It was one of those nights where the world outside felt far away. The kids were asleep, the house was quiet, and Jennifer Jereau was finally, blissfully, able to unwind. She'd spent a long day at work, dealing with cases that seemed to get more complicated with every passing hour. By the time she got home, all she wanted was to relax, enjoy a quiet evening with Will, and maybe—just maybe—catch up on some much-needed sleep.
Will had already set up the living room, a cozy setup of blankets and pillows on the couch. They'd been watching a movie, though Jennifer had long since stopped paying attention. Her eyes were heavy, her thoughts wandering, and she could feel the exhaustion taking over. Will had his arm around her, his fingers gently brushing through her hair as they sat together. She felt warm, safe, and comfortable, the world outside fading to a distant hum.
"Hey, you okay?" Will asked, noticing her drifting off next to him.
Jennifer mumbled something that might have been a yes, but she was too sleepy to fully register her own words. She snuggled closer to him, trying to get as comfortable as possible. Her bladder had been nagging her for a while, but the exhaustion made it easy to ignore. *I'll get up in a minute* she thought, blinking slowly. *Just a little longer.*
As the movie continued, Jennifer's eyelids grew heavier. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been this tired, and her body was starting to betray her. But she couldn't help it—she was just so comfortable, cocooned in the warmth of the couch and Will's embrace. The pressure in her lower abdomen was there, but she convinced herself she could wait. Besides, the bathroom was just down the hall, and she didn't want to get up.
Eventually, she gave in to the sleepiness, her body succumbing to the pull of the couch. She must have drifted off without realizing, her breathing slowing, her face relaxing into a peaceful slumber.
Will, for his part, noticed Jennifer's body go limp against him. He smiled softly, tucking the blanket around her more snugly, but as he did, something caught his eye.
At first, it was subtle—a faint warmth spreading on the couch beneath her. Will didn't think much of it at first, assuming it was just the natural warmth of her body. But then, as he adjusted her position ever so slightly to make her more comfortable, he felt the dampness. A small, quiet sigh escaped him as he realized what had happened.
Jennifer, still deeply asleep, had leaked.
Will's heart sank slightly at the realization. She was completely unaware, tucked into a deep, peaceful sleep. He hated the idea of waking her, especially after such a long day. But at the same time, he couldn't let her stay there in that state, and he certainly didn't want her to wake up and realize what had happened in the morning.
Gently, he nudged her awake, his voice soft. "Jen," he whispered. "Jen, honey, wake up."
Jennifer stirred, blinking slowly as she came to her senses. She groggily looked up at him, confused at first. "What's wrong?" she asked, her voice thick with sleep.
"Sweetheart," Will said, his voice gentle but serious. "I think you've... leaked a bit while you were sleeping."
Jennifer froze, blinking in disbelief. Her mind was still foggy from sleep, so it took a moment for the realization to hit her. The pressure she'd ignored, the slight discomfort she hadn't acknowledged—it all came rushing back. She glanced down, her face going a deep shade of crimson as she realized what had happened.
"Oh my God," she muttered, immediately feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over her. "I—I didn't even feel it. I was so tired, I... I didn't realize."
Will's expression softened, his thumb brushing across her cheek in a comforting gesture. "Jen, it's okay," he said gently. "You were asleep, and you couldn't help it. You were just really tired."
She let out a deep breath, her embarrassment still lingering but slowly fading in the warmth of Will's understanding. "I don't know what's worse," she said with a small laugh, "the fact that I didn't realize or that I let this happen in front of you."
Will smiled softly, brushing her hair back. "There's no need to be embarrassed. You're human, and you were exhausted. If anything, I'm just glad you're okay."
She nodded, a sigh escaping her lips. "I can't believe I didn't wake up. I feel so silly."
"You've been working nonstop, Jen," Will said with a small chuckle. "And you've been handling a lot lately. It's no surprise you were so tired. I can't even imagine how much you've been pushing yourself. And if anyone's going to help you through this, it's me, right?"
Jennifer let out a laugh, even though she was still mortified. Will's calm, no-nonsense approach always seemed to help her find her footing again, no matter how embarrassing the situation.
"Okay," she said, taking a deep breath. "What do I do now?"
"Well," Will said, glancing around, "first things first—let's get you cleaned up." He gently helped her sit up, careful not to make her feel worse about the situation. "I've got an idea. Just give me a second."
Jennifer, still feeling slightly off balance, watched as Will quietly stood up, heading to the kitchen. When he came back, he had a small plastic cup in his hand.
Jennifer blinked, raising an eyebrow. "A cup?"
Will smiled sheepishly. "Well, I wasn't sure if you'd need help, but it's better than nothing, right?"
Her mouth went dry as she realized what he meant. "Wait... you want me to use the cup?"
"Only if you're comfortable," Will said. "You're already embarrassed enough, but... if you want to stay on the couch, or if you just don't want to move right now, we can make it work."
Jennifer couldn't help but laugh, despite herself. "This is... this is not how I imagined my night would go."
"Well," Will said with a grin, "sometimes life throws you a curveball. But we're in this together, okay? I'm here to help."
She looked up at him, meeting his eyes with a mixture of exhaustion and gratitude. Despite her embarrassment, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. Will was so calm, so unphased by the situation, and that made it a lot easier to laugh at herself instead of sink further into humiliation.
"Alright," she said with a deep breath, "I'm going to need your help with this."
Will held the cup steady, doing everything he could to make the process as discreet and comfortable as possible. After everything, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief—not just from finally being able to take care of the situation, but because of how Will had supported her through it.
When it was over, Jennifer gave him a sheepish smile. "Well, that was... certainly something."
Will laughed, his voice soft and reassuring. "I think we both deserve a break, huh?"
Jennifer nodded, feeling a little more herself. "Definitely."
And as they settled back into the couch together, Will wrapping his arm around her once more, Jennifer felt the tension of the moment slip away. The night hadn't gone as planned, but sometimes, it was the unexpected moments that brought them closer. Even in the awkwardness, Will's kindness, patience, and willingness to help her made it all feel a little more bearable.
"Thanks, Will," she said quietly, her head resting against his chest.
"Always, Jen. Always."
3
It had been a long day for Jennifer Jereau. The cases at the BAU had been particularly grueling, and by the time she got home, all she wanted was to unwind with Will. The kids were in bed, the house was quiet, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Jennifer could finally take a breath.
She settled onto the couch next to Will, the two of them curling up with a blanket as they started watching a movie. Will's arm was around her, and she leaned into him, feeling the exhaustion creeping in. The movie played on, but Jennifer's eyelids grew heavier with each passing minute. She had been pushing herself hard lately, and it was starting to catch up with her.
"I'm so tired," she murmured, snuggling deeper into Will's side. "I just want to sleep."
"You've had a long day," Will said, his voice gentle. He kissed the top of her head. "If you want to nap, you can. I've got you."
Jennifer smiled, her body sinking into the comfort of the couch, her breathing slowing as she relaxed. But as she closed her eyes, she realized something. The pressure in her bladder had started to build, just a dull ache at first. It wasn't urgent—at least, not yet—but it was enough to catch her attention.
I'll just wait a little longer* she thought, her eyelids fluttering. *I'm so comfortable here. I don't want to get up.*
Will, sensing her stillness, stroked her hair and whispered, "Jen, you okay?"
Jennifer shifted slightly, trying to ignore the nagging feeling in her lower abdomen. "Yeah, just... really tired," she replied with a yawn. "I'm fine. Just need to rest a bit."
Will nodded, keeping his arm around her. The warmth of his touch made it hard to focus on anything else, and before she knew it, she was drifting back to sleep. But the longer she laid there, the more she realized that the pressure was intensifying.
No, not now. I really don't want to get up.* The thought kept running through her head, and she shifted uncomfortably again. But then, without warning, she felt a small release—a warmth that spread across her lap.
Jennifer froze. Her eyes snapped open, and she gasped softly, realizing what had just happened. She had leaked.
She looked at Will, her face flushing with embarrassment. "Will... I—I'm so sorry."
Will immediately sat up, concern flashing across his face. He gently touched her arm, reassuring her. "Hey, it's okay, Jen. It's really no big deal."
"No, it *is* a big deal," she whispered, mortified. She wanted to hide her face in the couch cushion, but she knew that would just make it worse. "I didn't even realize... I was just so comfortable, and I..."
"Jen, look at me," Will said softly, lifting her chin with a finger so their eyes met. "You've been holding it in for hours, and you were totally relaxed. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. We've been through worse."
Jennifer blinked at him, her chest tight with embarrassment, but she could see the kindness in his eyes. He wasn't judging her—he was just there.
She let out a shaky breath. "I feel so ridiculous."
"You're not ridiculous," Will said firmly. "We've both been there, remember? There's no shame in needing help, especially when you've been pushing yourself too hard. It's no big deal."
Jennifer nodded, feeling the embarrassment start to slip away just a little. "I hate this. I hate feeling like I can't take care of it myself."
"Jen," Will said, his voice quiet but firm. "You *are* taking care of yourself. You're human. And I'm here to help, okay? You don't have to do everything alone."
That struck her. She had always been the strong one, the one who took care of everyone, but Will was reminding her that it was okay to let go sometimes—to let him help.
"Thanks," she said, her voice softer. "I guess... I guess it's just harder for me to admit when I need help."
Will smiled gently. "And that's okay. I'm happy to help you. We're in this together, remember?"
Jennifer gave him a small smile, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. "Okay. So... what do we do now?"
"Well," Will said, getting up from the couch and walking toward the kitchen. "I think you could use a quick clean-up, and then we'll figure out the rest."
Jennifer's mind raced for a moment, but then she realized what he meant. He was right. She was still uncomfortable, and it was probably best to get cleaned up before trying to settle again.
When Will returned with a soft washcloth and some tissues, he carefully helped her, his movements gentle and unobtrusive. It wasn't awkward—he was simply doing what needed to be done. Jennifer was surprised at how easy it felt, how natural it was to let him take care of her without feeling like she was a burden.
"I can't believe this is happening," Jennifer said, half-laughing as she wiped away the remnants of the accident. "I never imagined that one day, you'd be... helping me with something like this."
Will's smile was understanding. "Jen, after everything we've been through—cases, stress, the kids, all of it—this? This is nothing."
Jennifer's heart swelled at his kindness. He was right. They'd been through so much, and somehow, this felt like another hurdle they were overcoming together.
When she was cleaned up, Will returned to the couch, and Jennifer sat down next to him. Her legs still felt a little weak, but she wasn't ashamed anymore. She leaned into him, and this time, the comfort wasn't just physical—it was emotional too.
She rested her head on his shoulder, a sigh of relief escaping her. "You know, I'm starting to get used to you helping me with this kind of stuff."
Will chuckled softly. "Well, I'm glad. I'm happy to be the one you lean on when you need me."
Jennifer smiled, her hand resting in his. "I really appreciate it. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"You'd manage just fine," he said, squeezing her hand. "But I'm glad I'm here. We've got each other."
For the rest of the night, they stayed curled up on the couch, the movie forgotten as they talked quietly, sharing the kind of intimate moments that only came with true understanding. The pressure Jennifer had felt earlier seemed so far away now—replaced by the comfort of knowing that even in her most vulnerable moments, Will was right there by her side, willing to help her through anything.
And for the first time in a long time, Jennifer realized that it wasn't about being perfect—it was about letting go and letting someone else in. And Will had proven, time and time again, that he was more than willing to help her in every way, even when things weren't perfect.
And that was enough.
4 - cup overflows
It had been one of those rare, peaceful nights. The BAU was quiet, and Jennifer Jereau and Will had managed to carve out some much-needed downtime for themselves. The kids were asleep, and the two of them had snuggled on the couch, a soft blanket draped over them, the lights dimmed as they enjoyed the calm of a quiet evening.
Jennifer had been tired all day, her mind heavy from the stress of the cases they had worked on. She leaned against Will, her eyes half-closed, feeling her body slowly relax. She had made it a few minutes into the movie before sleep began to pull at her, the exhaustion from the past few weeks catching up with her.
"Hey, you okay?" Will whispered, noticing her breathing slow as she nestled closer to him.
"Yeah," Jennifer murmured, "just... so tired." Her voice trailed off as she yawned. "I don't even remember the last time I felt this exhausted."
"I get it," Will said, kissing the top of her head. "Relax. You've had a long week."
Jennifer smiled softly and settled deeper into him. The movie continued playing, but her mind drifted into a haze of sleepiness. But then, just as she was about to drift off, a dull pressure in her lower abdomen tugged at her awareness. She shifted slightly, trying to ignore it, but it wouldn't go away. *I can hold off just a little longer* she thought. She was so comfortable, the warmth of Will's body next to hers was making it hard to care about anything else.
Minutes ticked by, and she had almost forgotten about the pressure when a wave of urgency suddenly washed over her. *No, not now. I really don't want to get up* she thought, trying to ignore it. But the pressure kept building, and Jennifer had a sinking feeling that if she didn't take care of it soon, it would be too late.
She shifted uncomfortably again, the feeling getting worse. "Will..." she murmured, her voice still half-sleepy but laced with concern. "I think I need to go..."
Will, sensing her discomfort, turned to her, his face softening. "You okay?"
"I'm not sure," she admitted, squirming a little. "I really need to use the bathroom. But I don't want to get up. I'm so comfortable here..."
Will smiled gently, kissing her forehead. "You've been holding it for a while now, huh?"
Jennifer nodded, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and the urgency she was feeling. "I didn't want to get up, but I think it's a little too late now."
She winced as another wave of pressure hit, and Will's eyes widened slightly. "You sure you don't need a little help?" he asked, already knowing what she meant. He reached for the small plastic cup they'd used in a similar situation before, something they had both grown a little more comfortable with over time.
Jennifer hesitated for a moment, embarrassed by the thought. But the growing pressure made it impossible to ignore. She nodded. "I don't think I have a choice anymore."
Will, ever patient and supportive, handed her the cup with a reassuring smile. "Take your time. I'm here."
Jennifer felt a strange mix of relief and anxiety. She had been getting better at asking for help in situations like this, but this still felt a little strange—using a cup in the middle of the living room while curled up with her husband. She let out a breath, trying to relax as she shifted into a more comfortable position to relieve herself. The cup filled slowly, and she let out a small sigh of relief as the pressure started to ease.
But then, just as she thought she was done, she felt another wave of pressure rise in her lower abdomen, more urgent than the first. She froze, feeling a bit panicked. *No. Not now. I can't stop it.*
"Will," she said softly, her voice tinged with both embarrassment and a little panic. "I think I'm not done."
Will's eyes met hers, his expression instantly shifting to one of understanding. "Hey, it's okay. Don't worry," he said, gently taking the cup from her and setting it aside. "Let's get you another one."
Jennifer couldn't believe it. She had thought she was done, but now the situation was more complicated. The growing pressure left her feeling anxious, even a little embarrassed, but Will's calm demeanor made it easier to breathe.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice soft with gratitude. Will squeezed her hand, offering a gentle smile.
He went to the kitchen quickly, returning with a fresh cup. "Here, try again," he said, his voice kind, no trace of judgment. He handed her the cup, staying close to her side.
Jennifer took the cup from him, trying to ignore the embarrassment that lingered, and took a deep breath. As she began again, she realized how much she had started to trust Will with these vulnerable moments. It was awkward, yes, but it was also something they had managed together—slowly becoming a part of the routine, a part of their bond.
Will stayed beside her, offering quiet support. "It's okay. I'm right here," he murmured. "You're doing fine."
As the second cup filled, Jennifer finally felt the relief she had been longing for. Her body relaxed, and the tension she'd been holding onto started to fade. When she finished, she set the cup down with a sigh, feeling the weight lift from her.
"Thank you," she said again, her voice soft but genuine. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
Will smiled, his eyes full of warmth. "You don't have to do anything alone, Jen. You know that."
Jennifer gave him a tired smile, feeling a strange mix of relief and gratitude. As awkward as the situation had been, Will had been there every step of the way—supporting her, reassuring her, and making it feel just a little less embarrassing.
"You're my hero," she said quietly, settling back into his arms as he pulled the blanket around them again.
Will chuckled softly, brushing her hair back from her forehead. "You're pretty great yourself, you know that?"
And as they both settled back into the couch, Jennifer felt an overwhelming sense of peace. Maybe it had been an awkward moment, but it had also been a reminder of just how much trust and care they shared. No matter how strange or uncomfortable the situation, they always had each other's backs.
She closed her eyes, feeling safe in Will's embrace, knowing that together, they could handle whatever came their way.
5 -
It was one of those cozy nights when Jennifer Jereau and Will had the entire evening to themselves. The kids were tucked in bed, the house was quiet, and they were curled up together on the couch with a movie playing softly in the background. Will had his arm around her, and she was nestled into his side, feeling utterly content and relaxed.
"Feels good to finally wind down," Jennifer murmured, stretching a little as she snuggled closer to him. The last few days had been long, and this was the first chance she'd had to truly rest.
"I'm glad," Will said, his voice warm and comforting. He kissed the top of her head, his hand gently rubbing her back. "You deserve a break."
Jennifer let out a content sigh and rested her head against his chest, her eyelids growing heavier with each passing minute. The movie was mostly background noise now, and all she could focus on was the steady rhythm of Will's breathing and the warmth of his body next to hers.
But as she settled in, she felt a faint pressure in her lower abdomen—a small but insistent reminder that she had ignored her bladder for a little too long. She shifted, trying to adjust her position, but the pressure didn't go away. At first, it was mild, something she could push aside while focusing on the comfort of Will's embrace. But the longer she ignored it, the more urgent it became.
Will must have sensed her shifting. "Hey, you okay?" he asked softly, lifting his head to glance down at her.
"Yeah," Jennifer replied, trying to sound casual. "Just... a little tired, but I'm fine."
But Will, ever attentive, noticed the slight discomfort in her posture. "Are you sure? You're kind of squirming around."
Jennifer chuckled weakly. "I... I kind of need to go to the bathroom, but I'm just so comfortable here, I don't want to move."
Will smiled, squeezing her shoulder affectionately. "I get it. But you're gonna have to go eventually."
"I know," she sighed, giving him a teasing look. "I just don't want to ruin this moment."
He laughed, shaking his head. "You won't ruin anything. If you need to go, we'll take care of it."
But as she tried to get up to go to the bathroom, Will instinctively shifted his weight a little, just enough to press gently into her side. It wasn't intentional, but the sudden pressure on her bladder made Jennifer's body tense up. The mild discomfort she had been feeling instantly escalated, and before she even had a chance to move, she felt a trickle escape.
Her eyes went wide with shock. "Will—" she gasped, her face flushing.
Will immediately realized what had happened. He looked at her, his expression filled with concern. "Jen, oh no, I'm so sorry!"
Jennifer sat there, frozen for a moment, feeling the warmth spread across her lap. She tried to push the embarrassment aside, but it was hard not to feel a wave of humiliation. She hadn't intended for this to happen—she'd been fine moments ago, but now, it was clear that she couldn't stop the flow. The floodgates had opened, so to speak.
"Don't apologize," Jennifer said, her voice slightly shaky. "It's not your fault. I should've gone earlier. I didn't realize how much I needed to go."
Will, ever the protector, immediately sprang into action. "Okay, let's get you cleaned up, Jen," he said, gently helping her adjust. "I'll get you a towel, and we'll figure this out."
But when he started to pull away, Jennifer realized the situation wasn't over yet. The pressure that had been building had now completely overtaken her. Her body was still releasing, and she couldn't stop it.
"Will, I... I can't stop it," she said, her voice tinged with panic. "I... I didn't think this was going to happen. I didn't think I'd lose control."
Will's eyes softened, his heart aching for her. He knew how difficult moments like this could be, especially for someone as strong and independent as Jennifer. He didn't hesitate, even as her embarrassment was palpable. "Hey, don't worry. We've got this. Just hang on, okay?"
Jennifer bit her lip, still feeling the warmth and the panic rising. Will quickly scanned the room, his mind racing for a solution. There was no time to get her to the bathroom, and the situation was getting worse by the second. He cursed silently, trying to stay calm for her.
"I'm going to get something for you," he said, his tone determined. "Stay right here."
He rushed to the kitchen, and Jennifer took a few deep breaths, trying to steady herself. She couldn't believe this was happening. She wasn't just leaking; she was *fully* losing control, and there was nothing she could do about it. She wanted to curl into herself, to hide in the cushions, but she forced herself to stay still.
Will returned quickly, his face set with determination. He was holding a small, plastic cup in his hands, something he had grabbed out of the cupboard in a panic. His eyes met hers, and she saw the kindness and understanding in them.
"Okay, Jen," he said softly. "I need you to help me out here. This is going to feel a little awkward, but I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."
Jennifer gave a shaky nod, feeling the weight of the situation sink in. *I can't believe this is happening* she thought. But at the same time, Will was there, his voice steady, his presence unflinching. She trusted him.
With the cup in his hand, Will gently helped her into a sitting position, holding the cup underneath her. "Take it slow," he said, his voice a soothing balm for her nerves. "You're doing great."
Jennifer felt the floodgates open again as she started to relieve herself into the cup, the urgency overwhelming. She couldn't help the embarrassment that bloomed in her chest, but Will stayed calm, offering her comforting words the whole time. He didn't rush her, didn't act like it was a big deal. His focus was entirely on making sure she felt comfortable and supported.
When it was over, Jennifer's breath came in shaky sighs. She felt both embarrassed and strangely relieved. "I'm so sorry, Will," she whispered, not meeting his eyes.
"Jen, stop. There's no need to apologize," he said softly, his hand gently cupping her face, tilting her head up to look at him. "You've been through a lot, and you're human. We all have moments like this. It's okay."
She looked at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes, and for the first time in the past few minutes, she felt her anxiety start to melt away. She was still embarrassed, but Will was so unfazed by the whole thing. The gentle, nonjudgmental way he was handling the situation helped her realize that this wasn't something to be ashamed of.
Will carefully disposed of the cup and helped Jennifer clean up, making sure she was comfortable before pulling her back into his arms. "You okay?" he asked, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
"Yeah," she said, her voice quiet but sincere. "Thank you for being... so patient with me. I don't know what I would've done without you."
"Jen," he said, kissing her forehead. "You never have to go through anything alone. I'm here, no matter what."
And for the first time that night, Jennifer finally let herself relax into him, the weight of the moment easing. There was still a bit of embarrassment lingering, but in the comfort of Will's embrace, she realized how lucky she was to have someone who would stand by her side—through the awkward, vulnerable moments just as much as the easy ones.
5
It had been another grueling week for Jennifer Jereau. Between the emotional toll of a high-profile case and the daily demands of motherhood, she was beyond exhausted. After putting the kids to bed, Will had insisted they take the night off, curling up on the couch with a quiet movie and just some much-needed relaxation.
Jennifer had agreed, mostly because she couldn't remember the last time she'd had a moment to herself. Will had made it clear that they weren't going to talk about work or stress about anything. Tonight, they were just going to relax.
But now, hours later, Jennifer was barely aware of the movie still playing. She was tucked against Will, her head resting on his chest, eyes fluttering shut every few minutes. Every so often, she'd stir, but only enough to get more comfortable in the warmth of his embrace.
"Jen?" Will's soft voice pulled her from her half-conscious state. "You okay?"
"Mmhmm," she mumbled, barely coherent, blinking her eyes open. "Just tired..."
He smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You should get some sleep."
Jennifer shook her head, her voice drowsy. "I can't... not yet." The idea of getting up to go to bed seemed impossible when she was so comfortable in his arms. But the moment she shifted, a wave of discomfort hit her lower abdomen.
She frowned, shifting again, but the pressure didn't go away. *I should've gone earlier* she thought, groggily aware that her bladder was full. But now, as much as she wanted to just close her eyes and fall asleep, she couldn't ignore the feeling building.
Will must have sensed something was wrong. "Jen? You alright? You're squirming."
Jennifer blinked, trying to focus. "I think... I think I need to go to the bathroom," she said, her voice thick with sleep. "But... I'm too tired to move."
Will chuckled softly. "You've been holding it for a while. I can get you something to help."
Jennifer didn't even have the energy to respond. She just let out a small, sleepy sigh and closed her eyes again, wishing she could just stay like this forever. She didn't want to leave the comfort of Will's side, didn't want to break the peaceful moment.
A few minutes later, she felt Will shift beside her, his body moving as he stood up. "Hang tight," he said quietly. "I'll grab something for you."
Jennifer didn't even open her eyes, too exhausted to move, let alone sit up. She trusted Will to handle it, but the pressure in her abdomen was building steadily. *I really don't want to deal with this...* She could feel her body protesting, but she couldn't bring herself to care.
Will returned quickly, holding a small, plastic cup in his hands. He knelt down beside the couch and gently coaxed her into sitting up just enough for him to place the cup under her. "Jen... can you sit up a little for me?"
Jennifer tried to focus, her eyelids fluttering open, but she just couldn't summon the energy to fully sit up. "I can't... I'm too tired..." she mumbled, her head lolling to the side, barely keeping her eyes open.
Will's heart ached a little, but he understood. She was so exhausted, it was almost impossible for her to function. "It's okay, I've got you," he said gently, lifting the cup with one hand and supporting her with the other. "Just let it happen, okay?"
Jennifer didn't answer, but she trusted him. She felt his hand on her back, steadying her as he helped her position herself just enough to use the cup. The pressure had become too much, and despite being too tired to fully process what was happening, her body responded without her thinking. The relief came in a rush, and she sighed, the tension in her body easing.
But even as she let go, Jennifer's eyes remained closed. She was barely aware of what was happening, too far gone in her exhaustion to even notice when she finished. When the pressure had finally subsided, Will gently pulled the cup away, not rushing, just making sure she was comfortable.
He placed the cup aside and adjusted her, making sure she was still leaning into him. She was barely awake, her breathing slow and steady as she drifted back to sleep.
Will smiled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "You did great," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Get some sleep, Jen."
She let out a content sigh, her body still heavy with the weight of sleep. Will carefully tucked her back into his side, making sure she was warm and comfortable, then reached for the blanket to cover them both.
As he settled back beside her, Jennifer gave a soft, sleepy hum and snuggled closer into him. She didn't even fully realize that she'd been helped, that she'd needed him to guide her through something so simple but complicated by exhaustion. Will just held her close, the world fading away around them.
For the first time in days, Jennifer was able to fully relax, her body finally getting the rest it so desperately needed. And in the quiet of their home, with Will by her side, everything felt right again.
6.
It had been a quiet weekend for Jennifer and Will, one of those rare stretches of time where nothing seemed urgent, and life moved at a leisurely pace. The kids were off at a relative's house, leaving the two of them with the house to themselves. It was a chance to unwind, recharge, and enjoy some uninterrupted time together.
They had spent the evening curled up on the couch, enjoying the peace of the moment. The movie was nothing special, but the comfort of being with Will, his arm around her, and the world outside of their home feeling far away, made it perfect.
As the evening stretched on, Jennifer started to feel that familiar tug—the slight pressure in her bladder reminding her that it had been a while since she'd gone to the bathroom. But she was so comfortable. So sleepy. Will's warmth beside her, the sound of his steady breathing, made it hard to want to leave his side. She shifted slightly, hoping the feeling would pass, but it didn't.
"Will," she murmured, her voice thick with exhaustion. "I think I need to... go."
He glanced down at her, looking concerned. "You okay? You don't look like you want to move."
Jennifer gave a small, embarrassed laugh. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just... I don't want to get up."
Will smiled, his eyes softening with understanding. "I got you. Don't worry."
She didn't even have to say anything more. He'd been there for her before, and he didn't hesitate now. Will gently lifted the blanket that was draped over them, and Jennifer felt a rush of warmth and affection for him.
"Alright," he said, "Let's get you set up."
Will reached for the small plastic cup they had used a few weeks ago. Jennifer wasn't sure if she felt more relaxed this time or more self-conscious—maybe a little of both. But she was too tired to argue, too exhausted to do anything but let Will take care of things. She adjusted herself as he moved beside her, and he gently positioned the cup under her, just like the time before.
But this time, as she started to release, Jennifer felt a twinge of discomfort. The pressure hadn't been quite as strong as last time, but it was still noticeable—and more intense than she'd anticipated. She continued, but she quickly realized that the cup wasn't going to be enough. The relief came in waves, but the cup was already nearing its limit.
Jennifer's eyes widened slightly, realizing the situation. "Will... it's... it's too full," she murmured, her voice caught between embarrassment and amusement.
Will looked down, then glanced back up at her, his brow furrowing slightly. He quickly assessed the situation. "Oh. Yeah, I think that's... it's going to overflow."
Jennifer, still trying to hold herself together, felt a blush rise to her cheeks. "I didn't think it'd be that bad," she said, embarrassed.
He smiled softly, squeezing her hand reassuringly. "Don't worry, Jen. I'll fix it."
Will moved the cup quickly, carefully avoiding any spill, and set it aside, all while maintaining a calm, collected air. Jennifer felt his presence like a lifeline, steadying her in this vulnerable moment.
He got up from the couch, walking quickly toward the kitchen, his mind already working on a solution. When he returned, he had a large plastic bowl in his hands—clearly more appropriate for the job. "Alright, let's try this," he said with a grin, his voice light.
Jennifer couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. "I didn't think we'd need a bigger cup," she said, still feeling the heat of embarrassment on her cheeks.
Will shrugged, his grin still in place. "I don't think anyone expects to need a bigger cup. But we'll make it work. You just relax. I've got this."
Jennifer chuckled, a bit of the tension leaving her. She felt more relaxed than she expected. It was strange—at first, she had been so self-conscious about asking for help with something so... intimate. But Will made it seem easy, just part of taking care of each other. His calmness, his nonchalance about the situation, made her realize just how much he loved her, no matter what.
Will gently guided her, making sure she was positioned comfortably before holding the bowl in place. This time, the relief came much more easily, the tension finally dissipating as she let go.
When she was finished, Will carefully set the bowl aside and settled back next to her. He took a deep breath and smiled, brushing a few stray hairs from her face. "There. That worked much better."
Jennifer let out a relieved sigh, her face softening with gratitude. "Thank you, Will," she whispered, her voice quiet but filled with appreciation.
Will smiled back at her, his hand rubbing her back gently. "You don't have to thank me, Jen. This is what I'm here for. We've got each other's backs. No matter what."
She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
"You don't have to," he said softly. "You've got me."
Jennifer snuggled closer to him, feeling the warmth of his presence envelope her. Despite the slightly awkward situation, she felt a deep sense of connection and comfort. The vulnerability she'd felt earlier had melted away completely, replaced by the overwhelming love and support that Will always seemed to offer. In his arms, she was safe.
The rest of the night passed in peaceful silence, the two of them watching the end of the movie, the house quiet around them. There was no more talk of cups, no more awkwardness. Just the quiet understanding that whatever life threw at them, they would face it together. And that was enough.
7
It had been a long time since Jennifer had taken the opportunity to unwind with her friends. Between her job at the BAU, raising two kids, and trying to balance everything else, a girls' night out had seemed like a rare luxury. But tonight, she had made it happen. A few margaritas, a lot of laughter, and hours of catching up with old friends—Jennifer felt like herself again, in a way that she hadn't in months.
When the evening had wound down, and her friends had all headed home, Jennifer realized she might've overdone it a little. The night air hit her as she stepped out of the restaurant, and it made her feel dizzy. She reached for her phone and called Will, knowing he was probably waiting for her back at home.
"Hey," she said, her words a little slurred, "I'm on my way back."
Will's voice came through the phone, concerned but lighthearted. "You okay? You sound... tipsy."
Jennifer giggled. "Maybe just a little... I had a few margaritas." She swayed slightly as she walked down the sidewalk, trying to focus on the ground in front of her.
"Alright, well, don't worry. I'll be here. Just get home safe," he said.
She nodded, though he couldn't see it. "Yeah, yeah, just a few more steps. Almost there."
By the time Jennifer pulled into the driveway, her head was spinning, and she had to concentrate hard just to walk. She could feel the alcohol taking its toll—her body sluggish, her steps unsteady. But the worst part was the sudden, pressing discomfort in her bladder. The margaritas had gone right through her, and she hadn't really thought about it until now. As she fumbled with her keys and finally made it to the door, the need to pee hit her with full force.
She stumbled into the house, calling out as she did, "Will?"
Will came quickly from the living room, his expression shifting from relief to concern when he saw her. "Jen, you okay?" He noticed immediately how unsteady she was. "Whoa, careful there."
She stood in the doorway, wobbling a little, hands clutching her stomach as the urge to pee grew stronger. "I really need to go," she slurred, a slight panic in her voice. She tried to take a step toward the bathroom, but her legs felt like they weren't cooperating.
Will was at her side immediately, his arms steadying her. "Alright, I got you. Let's get you to the bathroom."
But Jennifer stopped, her face scrunching in discomfort. "I can't... I don't think I can make it... too far. I—Will," she said, her voice tinged with desperation, "I really, really can't wait much longer."
Will's heart sank a little as he realized just how urgent it was. He knew she wasn't exactly in a state to make it to the bathroom on her own, and she definitely wasn't going to make it through the hallway. He hesitated for a moment, trying to figure out what to do. But he already knew the answer.
"Okay, Jen, just take a breath," he said softly, his voice calm. "I'm gonna get you something. Just hang on a second, okay?"
She nodded shakily, but he could see the panic in her eyes. She was too drunk and too desperate to think straight. Her legs felt weak, her body swaying with the need to pee.
Will quickly went into the kitchen, grabbed the same small plastic cup they'd used in the past, and returned to her side. Jennifer was still standing by the door, her hands gripping her stomach, her face flushed with embarrassment.
"Jen, look at me," Will said gently, his voice steady. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumb brushing over her cheek. "It's okay. You're not alone. I've got you, alright?"
Her eyes met his, wide and filled with a mix of frustration and shame. "I don't want to do this," she mumbled, the words slurring as she tried to hold it together.
"I know, I know," Will said, his voice low and soothing. "But you don't have to worry. I'm here to help, okay? Let's just make sure you're comfortable."
Jennifer swallowed, the pressure still building, and she could feel her body starting to give in. She didn't want to admit it, but she couldn't hold on much longer. The alcohol made everything worse—slowing her reactions, making her desperate.
She nodded weakly, giving him a small, almost apologetic look. "I really... can't make it."
Will gently guided her over to the couch, making sure she was sitting down. "I've got you, Jen. Don't worry about anything. Just relax."
Her face was red with embarrassment, but she trusted him. She really had no choice now. She shifted, adjusting herself just enough, and Will helped her, positioning the cup between her legs.
As soon as she let go, the relief was instant. Jennifer sighed, her body finally relaxing as the tension in her abdomen melted away. Will stayed close, holding the cup steady, careful to make sure she was comfortable. He was calm, steady—like he always was in situations like this.
When she was done, Will gently set the cup aside and helped her adjust again, making sure she was settled on the couch. He sat beside her, placing a hand on her back to steady her as her head lolled against his shoulder.
She let out a small, shaky laugh, her voice still unsteady from the alcohol. "This is so embarrassing," she said, her face still flushed with a mix of exhaustion and discomfort.
Will chuckled softly, brushing his fingers through her hair. "Jen, you don't have to be embarrassed. You've had a long night. You're not alone in this. We've been through worse, right?"
She smiled weakly, nodding as she snuggled into him. "I just didn't want to be... that person."
"You're not *that* person, Jen," Will said softly. "You're the person I love, the one I'm always here for. No matter what. This is just a little bump in the road."
Jennifer closed her eyes, her head resting against his chest, the night finally catching up to her. She felt safe in his arms, despite the awkwardness of the situation. "Thank you for always being here for me," she whispered, her voice thick with gratitude.
"I'll always be here, Jen," Will replied quietly. "No matter what."
And with that, Jennifer let herself relax into him, the warmth of his embrace easing her embarrassment. The night had turned out differently than she had expected, but Will was there, as always—steady, unwavering, and willing to help her through the most vulnerable of moments. Together, they could face anything.
8
It had been one of those nights. The kind where everything seemed to collide at once—Jennifer had worked late, the kids were a little off their routine, and her baby daughter, Emily, had decided that tonight was the night she'd sleep *right on top of* Jennifer. Normally, she might've found the weight of her daughter snuggled against her comforting, but tonight, the pressure was becoming unbearable.
Jennifer had put Emily down for a nap earlier in the evening, but she hadn't planned on the baby drifting into such a deep sleep. She'd been reading a book, trying to relax after a hectic day, and before she knew it, Emily had fallen asleep in her arms. Jennifer didn't want to move her—she didn't want to disturb that rare moment of peaceful slumber.
But then came the familiar, pressing discomfort. Jennifer had been holding it for a while—too long, really. And now, as she shifted just slightly on the couch, she could feel the unmistakable sensation of her bladder protesting.
She tried to stay still, hoping the discomfort would fade, but it didn't. If anything, it was getting worse. The pressure was intense, and it was getting harder to ignore.
She glanced over at Will, who was sitting nearby, quietly scrolling through his phone. He hadn't noticed the struggle she was beginning to go through, too caught up in his own task. Jennifer shifted again, trying to find a comfortable position, but it was hopeless. Her body was telling her, loud and clear: *You need to go now.*
Her hand instinctively pressed against her lower abdomen, and she let out a quiet sigh, careful not to disturb Emily.
Will glanced up at the sound and immediately noticed her discomfort. "Jen, you okay?" he asked, his brow furrowing with concern.
Jennifer gave him a strained smile. "Yeah, just... a little uncomfortable."
Will raised an eyebrow. "You sure? You don't look okay."
Jennifer hesitated, biting her lip as she shifted again, hoping she could get comfortable. "I need to use the bathroom," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "But Emily's asleep... and I don't want to wake her."
Will's eyes softened with understanding, but he quickly realized the situation was a little more urgent than she was letting on. He glanced at their daughter, who was still blissfully unaware of the chaos her mother was trying to avoid. Then he turned his gaze back to Jennifer, his expression serious but caring.
"Okay," Will said, moving toward her with a small, reassuring smile. "Let's get you taken care of."
Jennifer's face turned a little pink, but she didn't argue. Will had been through moments like this before, and they'd always handled it together. Still, she felt a little self-conscious. She wasn't sure how she could make this work without disturbing Emily.
Will's hands were gentle as he helped her adjust her position on the couch, his movements calm and deliberate. "We'll figure it out, Jen. Don't worry about a thing. Just relax."
Jennifer bit her lip and nodded, feeling the pressure intensify. She was desperate now, but she was also acutely aware of how silly the situation might seem—sitting on the couch with their baby in her arms, needing help with something so basic. But Will didn't hesitate for a second.
He quickly grabbed the small plastic cup they'd kept nearby, just in case of situations like this. Jennifer didn't even have time to feel embarrassed before Will gently slid it into place, positioning it under her as she shifted just enough to make it work.
"Okay, Jen," Will said softly, his voice low and steady. "Just let go when you're ready. I've got you."
The relief was immediate. Jennifer let out a quiet breath as the tension in her body eased. She couldn't believe she was letting Will help her like this, but the need to go had been so overwhelming that there was no time for self-consciousness. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of finally being able to relax. Will stayed by her side the entire time, steady and patient, just like always.
When she was finished, Will carefully set the cup aside and gently helped her adjust. "You're good," he said with a smile. "How's Emily?"
Jennifer looked down at their daughter, who was still sound asleep, blissfully unaware of the entire ordeal. She smiled softly, feeling a flood of gratitude and affection toward Will. "She's perfect. And I'm... feeling much better."
Will reached over, brushing a strand of hair from Jennifer's face. "You don't have to do everything on your own, Jen. You know I'm here, right?"
Jennifer nodded, her heart full. "I know. I just... I don't want to make a big deal out of things. But I'm so glad you're here."
Will smiled, squeezing her hand. "That's what I'm here for, Jen. To help you with the big stuff and the small stuff."
She leaned into him, the weight of the day finally starting to lift as she let herself relax into his embrace. "I don't know how you're always so calm about these things," she said, a small laugh escaping her lips.
"I've had practice," Will said, grinning. "And besides, there's nothing you could ask me to do that I wouldn't be willing to help with."
Jennifer smiled, grateful for his steady presence in her life. She knew she could always count on him, no matter what. And as Emily stirred slightly in her arms, Jennifer felt a peaceful sense of contentment wash over her.
The moment might have been awkward, but Will had once again shown her that, no matter the situation, she was never alone. And that made all the difference.
9
Jennifer Jareau was exhausted. The day had been long—filled with case briefs, meetings, and moments where she felt pulled in a dozen different directions at once. By the time she made it home, all she wanted was to relax, put her feet up, and have some quiet time with Will. The kids were in bed, and the house was finally calm.
They snuggled on the couch, a movie playing in the background, but Jennifer kept shifting uncomfortably. Will noticed her fidgeting, glancing over at her with concern. "You okay?" he asked, his voice quiet, almost too gentle.
She sighed, glancing at him with a small, apologetic smile. "Yeah, just… I think I need to go," she muttered, her face reddening slightly.
Will raised an eyebrow. "To the bathroom?"
Jennifer shook her head, knowing that getting up would interrupt the calm evening they'd finally settled into. "No, I've been holding it for a while, and I think I need to use the device," she said, her voice soft but tinged with that familiar sense of reluctance.
It wasn't the first time, and Will had become used to helping her in moments like this. They'd worked out a system, and the device had made things easier when Jennifer found herself in situations where it was just too inconvenient to get up. Will moved quickly, grabbing the device from the bedside table and returning to her side.
Jennifer took it gratefully, adjusting herself on the couch as she used it. The pressure she'd been feeling immediately started to ebb away, and for a moment, she thought everything was fine. The relief was almost immediate, and she felt herself relax into the cushions.
When she was done, Jennifer handed the device back to Will. "All set," she said, a small smile tugging at her lips. She had thought she was finished.
But as she settled back again, trying to get comfortable, the nagging sensation returned. It wasn't urgent, but it was there—just enough to remind her that she might not be completely done. She shifted again, crossing her legs and trying to ignore it, but the pressure started to build once more.
"I think I might still need to go," she admitted softly, glancing at Will with a touch of frustration. She'd thought she was finished, but her body had other ideas.
Will, ever patient and understanding, simply smiled. "No worries, Jen. Just use it again if you need to."
Jennifer felt a sense of relief, grateful that Will was always so understanding. She adjusted herself again and used the device one more time, relieved to feel the pressure slowly fade. But as she finished, she leaned back into the couch and let out a deep sigh.
"I'm finally done," she said, trying to relax, but then—just as she thought she could settle in—she felt it. The unmistakable, sudden urge. This time, it was different. The pressure surged almost immediately, and before she could react, she felt the telltale warmth, the telltale leak.
Jennifer's eyes widened in shock as she froze, her breath catching in her throat. "Oh no…" she murmured, realizing what had just happened.
Will turned quickly at the sound of her voice, his brow furrowing as he saw her expression. "Jen? What happened?" He reached out, concern spreading across his face.
"I thought I was done," Jennifer said, her voice a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. "But I guess I wasn't. I—I leaked a little."
Will immediately moved to her side, putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "It's okay," he said softly, his voice calm and steady. "It happens. You didn't know. We've got this."
Jennifer's cheeks burned with embarrassment, but Will's steady presence grounded her. She had never intended for something like this to happen, but it had, and she knew that Will wouldn't judge her for it. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling of frustration that lingered. She had thought she was done.
"I feel so stupid," she admitted, her voice quiet. "I was sure I was done. I didn't expect—"
"Jen," Will interrupted gently, squeezing her shoulder. "You don't have to apologize. It's not a big deal. You're human, and this happens sometimes. We'll figure it out."
She nodded, grateful for his understanding, though she still couldn't quite shake the unease. "I hate feeling like I'm not in control."
Will gave her a soft smile. "You *are* in control. You've handled everything else today, and this? This is just another thing we can figure out together."
Jennifer sighed, finally leaning into his side. The tension in her body had eased slightly, but she was still a little embarrassed. She had thought she was done, but her body had other plans.
Will rubbed her back comfortingly, and Jennifer finally let out a soft laugh. "I'm glad you're here. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"You'll never have to find out," Will said with a grin, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I've got you, Jen. Always."
Jennifer smiled, feeling a sense of warmth wash over her. The night hadn't gone exactly as planned, but with Will by her side, she realized it didn't matter as much as she had thought. The feeling of being supported, of having someone there who didn't mind helping her through awkward moments, was more important than anything.
And as the movie continued in the background, Jennifer let herself relax, knowing that no matter what happened, she and Will would face it together.