01-21-2019, 12:44 AM
Jessika's smile sparkled as Jensen hadn't seen in years. Their previous reunion was lackluster despite all the emotion elicited. Jensen's night ended with himself in jail, Jessika worked with Jon Little Bird to solicit his freedom. It worked, but Jessika's responsibilities to Texas pulled her back before they were reunited a second time. All the calls and messages since then couldn't prepare Jensen for this moment, but there was a digging feeling in his spine that said he would be here eventually. There was no delaying the inevitable.
No offense to Moscow, his surrogate home of the past three years, but breakfast wasn't the same. Not even a McDonalds egg mcmuffin was standardized enough to quell the homesickness tumbling his stomach to knots. This place was comforting. The sunshine and tables, Jessika at the helm, guests filling the walls.
Jay's departure was some kind of silent signal that breakfast was concluded. Understandably, the small talk was minimal, yet Jessika more than made up for the silence. She had the ability to dispel the awkwardness of the situation with a glance, and a swell of pride flushed Jensen's view of his wife.
His wife. He was still married to her. She hadn't asked for divorce despite the chasm between them. Did the children know their father was here?
"You must all be in need of rest. Let me show you where you can stay." Jessika stood, hands clasped with statuesque patience. Her hair glinted with strands of gold, red suit warming her skin tone. Heels lifted her height to Jensen's shoulder as he joined her. Somehow, he felt like another guest, and remained quiet as such while she showed off the guest rooms to Jay's parents, Cayli, Natalie, (Jay was gone by then).
"The house is watched closely while I am here. You'll all be quite safe so long as you stay on the grounds. There's a cinema room, rec room, and a little workout room in the pool house." Cayli light up at that. Jensen smiled. When they picked this house to purchase, the pool was the selling factor for Jensen. The boys would love it growing up; and although the architecture didn't suit his style, Jessika liked it. That was good enough for him.
When they were finally alone, Jensen thought his heart might burst from his chest when Jessika's gorgeous smile faded serious as slate. "Come on," she said when she turned back and realized Jensen wasn't following. He sighed and did as she requested until they were secluded within the master suite. When she locked the double doors, Jensen swallowed nervously.
Jensen jumped to speak first, hoping to thwart the rebuke sure to come.
"Jessika, thank you so much for this. They are --" she cut him off with a glance as cold as ice that pricked Jensen's heart to stillness.
He turned in a circle. The chair he used to read in the mornings. His and hers closets. He wandered over to his own, pulled the handle and his heart sank when he saw all of his belongings still hanging within exactly as he left them. Rows of suits and glass-enclosed shoes buffed to a shine. Drawers of ties and displayed cufflinks. His hand grazed the silky soft sleeves of button-downs arranged in a rainbow of colors.
When he returned, it was like he crawled out of a hole to face the sun for the first time in hibernation. Instead, it was Jessika, arms crossed, angry as a wet cat. His jaw clenched at that. Brow furrowed. How long was she going to burn him for this?
Their standoff went on for some minutes. Jensen lost track of the time.
Finally, Jensen's frustration bubbled out. "I am sorry for the way I handled everything, but I'm not asking your forgiveness." Her exterior was hard as granite. Jensen steeled himself for an explosive reaction.
Instead, within moments, she closed the distance between them, and he was met with a passionate kiss.
No offense to Moscow, his surrogate home of the past three years, but breakfast wasn't the same. Not even a McDonalds egg mcmuffin was standardized enough to quell the homesickness tumbling his stomach to knots. This place was comforting. The sunshine and tables, Jessika at the helm, guests filling the walls.
Jay's departure was some kind of silent signal that breakfast was concluded. Understandably, the small talk was minimal, yet Jessika more than made up for the silence. She had the ability to dispel the awkwardness of the situation with a glance, and a swell of pride flushed Jensen's view of his wife.
His wife. He was still married to her. She hadn't asked for divorce despite the chasm between them. Did the children know their father was here?
"You must all be in need of rest. Let me show you where you can stay." Jessika stood, hands clasped with statuesque patience. Her hair glinted with strands of gold, red suit warming her skin tone. Heels lifted her height to Jensen's shoulder as he joined her. Somehow, he felt like another guest, and remained quiet as such while she showed off the guest rooms to Jay's parents, Cayli, Natalie, (Jay was gone by then).
"The house is watched closely while I am here. You'll all be quite safe so long as you stay on the grounds. There's a cinema room, rec room, and a little workout room in the pool house." Cayli light up at that. Jensen smiled. When they picked this house to purchase, the pool was the selling factor for Jensen. The boys would love it growing up; and although the architecture didn't suit his style, Jessika liked it. That was good enough for him.
When they were finally alone, Jensen thought his heart might burst from his chest when Jessika's gorgeous smile faded serious as slate. "Come on," she said when she turned back and realized Jensen wasn't following. He sighed and did as she requested until they were secluded within the master suite. When she locked the double doors, Jensen swallowed nervously.
Jensen jumped to speak first, hoping to thwart the rebuke sure to come.
"Jessika, thank you so much for this. They are --" she cut him off with a glance as cold as ice that pricked Jensen's heart to stillness.
He turned in a circle. The chair he used to read in the mornings. His and hers closets. He wandered over to his own, pulled the handle and his heart sank when he saw all of his belongings still hanging within exactly as he left them. Rows of suits and glass-enclosed shoes buffed to a shine. Drawers of ties and displayed cufflinks. His hand grazed the silky soft sleeves of button-downs arranged in a rainbow of colors.
When he returned, it was like he crawled out of a hole to face the sun for the first time in hibernation. Instead, it was Jessika, arms crossed, angry as a wet cat. His jaw clenched at that. Brow furrowed. How long was she going to burn him for this?
Their standoff went on for some minutes. Jensen lost track of the time.
Finally, Jensen's frustration bubbled out. "I am sorry for the way I handled everything, but I'm not asking your forgiveness." Her exterior was hard as granite. Jensen steeled himself for an explosive reaction.
Instead, within moments, she closed the distance between them, and he was met with a passionate kiss.