Potato or French Fry - 2032
“Do you think she’s awake yet?” The words left Jess’ lips as she wrapped her arms tighter around her husband’s torso. Jessica and Dorian were laying in bed in… well a state of undress but what did anyone expect on their honeymoon? Hell, what did anyone expect ever with the two of them alone for an extended period of time WHILE being together. Exacttllly. Anyways, after another round of… does she really have to spell it out? Either way, after you know, Jess was laying against him with tousled hair thinking about… their new life. “Jess it’s like 5 am in Beryl. Shay… if she’s being a good girl… is asleep,”
Okay fine… valid but could you blame Jess? It may have just been Dori and her second day on their honeymoon but she missed Shay. A pout met her lips as she straddled her husband, looking him in his eyes, “But what if I call just to check?” He laughed… how bloody dare he laugh. Did he want her to divorce him THAT fast? SHE WOULD. Remove the bloody DeLoughrey from her last name. How. Dare. He. Laugh. “Jess she’s asleepppp. We’ll facetime her in a few hours.”
With a sigh, Jess got off of him, going back to her previous position and moving her head back to his chest. “BUT if we call and wake her up we can talk to her now,”
“And then we’ll have a cranky potato for my mom to deal with”
“She’s a bloody french fry Dori, get it right,”
“No, she’s a potato,”
“You’re a bloody potato, arse,”
“Am I? Then what are you?,”
“The best fcking French Fry in the world, clearly,”
“Clearly, Mrs. DeLoughrey,”
“Oh Mrs. DeLoughrey huh?” There was a smile playing on Jess’ features as she looked up at him, bringing her hand to his cheek. “Do you have a problem with that too?,” A laugh left Jess’ lips this time as she brought them to his own and kissed him for a few seconds, “Nope, though I do still think Mr. Pierce sounds better whatever.”
Jess closed her eyes for a few minutes, trying to get a few more minutes of shut eye but it was useless. “What if she’s having bad dreams because we abandoned her”
“We didn’t abandon her Jess,”
“Technically, Love, we did. She fell asleep after her sugar high, we both gave her a kiss, your mom took her and we left. I think that’s technically abandonment.”
“She won’t even remember this,”
“If she’s like me, then she’ll remember everything and what if she’s traumatized forever and then she grows up and becomes a stripper which, honestly she can be a stripper if she wants they make good money but what if her dream was to become a chef but we ruined that by leaving her?..”
“Jess…”
“Or or or what if she decides to go to a boring 9 to 5 work life job because she needs stability because we fcked up when she was one and abandoned her alllll alone…”
“… Jessica…”
“Or MAYBE even…”
“JESSICA DELOUGHREY SHUT UP”
A pout met Jess’ lips with that and she found Dorian pulling her in closer before lifting her head up so she was looking at him.
“Shay will be fineee. We didn’t abandon her, I’m pretty sure my mom is spoiling her every moment of every day now will you go to sleep?”
“…fine”
“Also…”
“hmm?”
“Our potato’s not becoming a stripper.”
@astxrism - would you believe me if this was not the misc I was planning on writing with this one and it somehow ended up with this? Meaning there’s still another misc I have to write now 