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[Jaxon Vincent Liddell]

Jax had definitely been happier since Jac touched back down in the city. They might have still been busy people who barely had the time to sit down and make an evening out of their own company, but there was definitely more of a bounce in his step now. Only a few people had commented on it, but he played it off with a clueless attitude and got back to work. He assumed anyone else who noticed the change in him was too afraid to mention it. Jax had unleashed his temper on so many people in the city, both in and out of the office of the New Yorker that it left some people wary of talking to him again. His short fuse had yet to cost him a job, but he was a damn good journalist and he kept himself in check when he was getting a story done. Most of the time his explosive temper was when people made small talk about stupid things, or passed ignorant comments on things that had nothing to do with them to begin with. It hadn’t happened as much though since Jac was back in his life as more than just a Skype call. It was still there, and he still snapped, but it wasn’t a daily occurrence, or something that bubbled under his surface seemingly all the time. She was his peace in the hell of the city life.

It wasn’t that he hated New York. He loved living there most of the time. There were just days that got to him, but that could happen anywhere in the world and he knew that. New York was his home, and he had his life there both with Jac and even after they had called off their relationship so she could go and spend the time she needed in Africa. At no point did Jaxon ever think of going back home to England. He had an apartment full of memories that had been made with Jac and life had more amazing moments than those little ones that pushed Jax to anger. He had been raised by a mother who had taught him to cherish those good moments and do his best to forget about the rest. Jax wanted to make more of them, and he wanted to make them with Jac. There hadn’t been anyone else for him, not even when she was in Africa. No one else matched up to her for the Yorkshire lad. He saw so many problems with anyone else he tried to grab drinks with and the most he had ever done was pay for their cab fare home before walking himself back to the apartment that used to be theirs.

There hadn’t been any time since Jac returned to really address what they had ended, and how they still might feel. Jax had his job and Jac had been busy setting up her own business in the city. Jax had helped her find the perfect space and do anything else she asked of him, but it was hardly the best time to talk about their future and if they had one together while he was painting the new space she had found on a Sunday afternoon. She was living back in the apartment after Jax had told her that there was no sense in her paying for a new place when there were still things and plenty of room back there, but it definitely wasn’t the same, and he wanted it to be how it was. There were still pictures of them everywhere at home, and it was very strange when things were different now. Jax was putting the effort in tonight though. He had left his desk early, headed to the grocery store and picked up everything he needed to cook a lovely meal that was more than Jac would be expecting. He got home and started prepping the dishes, cutting up veg and checking the time. He grabbed a shower and changed into something a little finer than he would wear normally to lounge around in. He wanted to surprise Jac tonight. He had the table set, candles about, and it was almost time for her to come home. He dimmed the lights, lit the candles and went back to the kitchen to keep everything simmering nicely until Jac did get home.

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TAGGED! Jacqueline Rose Pucill
WORDS! 729!
OUTFIT! Handsome Man!
LYRICS! Not Broken Yet - - - Juliet Simms
NOTES!

[Jacqueline Rose Pucill]

Jac had known there would have to be a lot of work put in before the business she was starting would be anywhere near ready but she hadn’t thought it would take her so long and take up so much time that she couldn’t spend nearly enough of it with Jax. He was, as always, part of the reason she had returned to New York. He was her best friend, the love of her life and the only one she ever wanted to talk to when her emotions were running high. Saying goodbye to him hadn’t been a mistake, Jac had needed to go out on her own, find herself. And though she knew she could have done that with Jaxon Liddell by her side, holding her up when she thought she couldn’t go on, she hadn’t wanted that. They’d been together for ten years, through everything, they had always been by each other’s side, through it all, the tough times and the good times. And Jac had wanted to find out for herself if she could stand on her own two feet without having him there to catch her when she fell.

Knowing she could do it and continuing to do it were two very different things. Jac liked knowing that she could pick herself back up, she’d always had the idea that she could but she never really knew if she had the inner strength to do it until she’d gone to Africa. And even then, he’d been a Skype call away if she ever needed to hear his voice or see that smile that she’d fallen in love with all those years ago. They might have changed, grown up, gotten a little older but that smile, the one that was just for her, had never changed in all those years. Jac had missed Jax more than she’d missed anything else. And there had been plenty to miss living out in the middle of nowhere when she’d become too accustomed to the little things, like running water and proper plumbing. She had already been to used to uncomfortable sleeping habits with all the adventures she and Jax had gone on through their twenties so that hadn’t bothered her as much as some people thought it would have. 

It was nice to be able to tease Jax over breakfast in the mornings like she had done before. And drag him away when she knew he really should have been writing up his latest masterpiece of an article. He had never been able to say no to her, not really and she’d been the same about him. They probably shouldn’t have worked so well, but something about them clicked. He helped her every step of the way with her latest venture and Jac couldn’t have been happier with any of it. He had helped her find the perfect place to set up shop, he’d helped her paint the entire space one Sunday afternoon, laughing and joking through the whole time. The only thing she would change about any of it was where they stood. She had no idea and she felt a little on edge whenever he was around. She caught herself a few times, moving in to just plant one on him only to remember that though she was back in the city, they’d never actually talked about what they were yet and instead hugged him or reached up to splatter paint on his cheek. 

She was exhausted when she finally put her key in the lock and opened the door. The doorman had stopped her to chat for a minute or two and Jac had never had the heart to turn him down, even on her worst days. But by the time she reached the door, she felt like all she had the strength for was a hot shower and curling up on the couch under that fuzzy blanket and a movie or just listening to Jax read to her. She’d missed that so much when she’d been away. She didn't bother turning on any of the lights when she walked through the door, she knew the apartment like the back of her hand and didn't need any lights to move around. Jac's heart melted into a puddle when she saw the romantic setting of the apartment. It was perfect, so sweet and loving. She smelled the wonderful scent of a homecooked meal and headed straight for the kitchen and the man behind the gesture. "Jaxon Liddell, as romantic as ever." She said with a soft smile. These little things were the reason she had loved him for so long and had never been able to stop loving him even after she'd gone.

Tag || Jaxon Vincent Liddell
Words || 785
Clothes || Drained Designer
Music || 50 Shades of Crazy --Chase Rice
Notes || <3!

[Jaxon Vincent Liddell]

If Jac told him that she was done, then he would be beyond heartbroken. There had always been the hope of rekindling what they had left behind when she set off for Africa and that spark kept him going. When she came back he had kept looking for the right moment to see if they were going to give things a go, to try for the future they had always talked about back when they were younger and still only dreaming of so much. That time never seemed to come though. A phone always rang, someone always walked in, or the time itself was late or early or they were supposed to be somewhere ten minutes ago. Life in New York was hectic and while Jax loved it he just wanted one night where nothing else mattered, where he could just put all of his attention on the woman he loved and see if she still felt the same way for him as he had always felt for her. They weren’t getting any younger, and they knew how short life could be. Jax didn’t want to waste another moment being shy and foolish.

He didn’t know how tonight would go, or how the future would be, but he wanted answers. He longed to know if they were dancing around something that sounded like forever or if all that remained were the embers of what once was. Jax had never liked not knowing, which was why puzzles drove him mad and cliff hangers left him irked and annoyed. He’d sooner wait until he could have all of the answers at once. This wasn’t a book or a movie though. This was real life, and he wanted to know about them. Their future together had once been all he dreamt about at night and it was dangerously close to being that way again. He had to know if he was right to let that happen or if he was just a romantic fool clinging to the past.

He heard the door opening and kept quiet, sure not to make a noise that might distract Jac from seeing what he had done first. Jax cooking was nothing, but Jax cooking a romantic candlelit meal was something very different. He looked up when he heard her and smiled that huge smile of his, reserved solely for Jac and stories that would change the city. “Only for you.” He said, stepping closer to take Jac’s hand. “I’ve still got a bit to do in here if you want to get changed, or even just take a glass of bubbles and sit on the couch.” There was so much he wanted to do with her, but he had plans for tonight and none of those plans included Jac fussing around dishing up dinner. He wanted to spoil her tonight, show her just how much she still meant to him. Nothing in the world could change his love for Jac. She was everything to him.

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TAGGED! Jacqueline Rose Pucill
WORDS! 502!
OUTFIT! Handsome Man!
LYRICS! Not Broken Yet - - - Juliet Simms
NOTES!

[Jacqueline Rose Pucill]

Jac had never been the type to sit around and wait for things to happen for her. She had never been content to waste time just sitting around if there was something she could be doing. Call it ADHD or whatever but Jac had never been good being idle. She even rolled around in her sleep and had on more than one occasion woken up with Jax’s feet in her face because she’d tossed and turned and moved that much. It hadn’t happened so much when she’d been in Africa but that cot had been small and there was no room to move at all, never mind switch ends. When she had the time away from the small village, learning to fly and getting her pilot’s license, she stayed in a hotel that had a huge bed and she woke up all sorts of ways then but those nights were few and far between over the course of the two years she’d been gone. She had never thought she would miss waking up to Jaxon’s feet in her face until it stopped happening on a regular basis!

It was silly but it had never been the big things she’d missed about New York and Jax. It had always been the little things she missed, like the home cooked meals, the flowers just because he’d seen them or being up before her to make coffee in the mornings even when he really didn’t need to be for hours. Not that he wouldn’t fill those extra hours with research or writing but to know he’d gotten up to make her morning just a little bit easier made her heart swell. From the moment she set her eyes on him, she had known she was in whatever they would have for the long haul. Back then, she had hopes of it being a romantic relationship but if it had turned out to be purely platonic, she shouldn’t have been upset over it; just exceptionally jealous of the woman who stole his heart. Lucky for her, she had been that woman! Her only foolish decision was needing to go to Africa alone. She may have learned a lot about herself but damn did she miss Jax the entire time she was there and no amount of Skype calls had made that feeling lessen.

Jac squeezed her love’s hand, smiling at his sweet words. For all the temper in Jax’s, he was the sweetest man Jacqueline had ever known. Maybe it was just towards her, maybe he shared that part of himself with a select few but that small part was a big reason why Jac loved him so much. No matter how angry he got at the world, whenever he was with her, he was incredibly sweet and romantic and all those gooey things women wanted from their men that only ever seemed to exist in movies. And maybe she wore rose coloured glasses when it came to Jax but she didn’t give a damn either way. She loved him, every bit of him. “I think I’ll do both. This skirt is pretty but not curl up on the couch comfortable.” She said with a laugh. “You pour the bubbles and I’ll be back in a minute.” She added, squeezing his hand one last time before letting go and rushing off to the bedroom to change out of the leather skirt and the heels she constantly had on her feet. Slipping into a pair of baggy sweatpants and her slipper booties, she looked more like she was in for a night of movies than a romantic meal but she knew Jax wouldn’t care what she wore, he never had before. As long as they were together, it didn’t matter. “That’s much better.” She said with a content sigh as she returned to the kitchen.

Tag || Jaxon Vincent Liddell
Words || 688
Clothes || Drained Designer
Music || 50 Shades of Crazy --Chase Rice
Notes || <3!

[Jaxon Vincent Liddell]

Jax had worked hard all of his life for the things he wanted. His mam had worked non-stop for her whole life. He didn’t have a single memory of her slacking off at all and it was one of the many reasons why he was so proud of who she had been. He might have officially been a Lord’s son, but Jax was never going to look in the mirror and see that looking back. If he was ever to think much about it, he would probably put most of his anger issues down to that. He didn’t have a relationship with his father because Lord Christopher Howard had refused to acknowledge Jax for eighteen years. He was the result of a drunken one night stand, had found an unwanted fifteen minutes in the spotlight when the news had somehow been leaked to the tabloids and all of that had contributed to making Jax a rather angry man in the end. He didn’t want any of it; the titles, the traditions, or the attention. He had been the son of a barmaid, raised in a northern city and was a boy who had played football in the park with his friends and tore his school uniform in the first week when things got rough in the playground.

Jac was basically the only thing who kept him from spiralling when life tried to drag him away from that. When every storm hit he reached for her. They had met when he was comfortable with his life and how he had come to exist, and then when fate had flipped everything on its head, and he lost his mother and was finding reporters in his face, he had hidden in his room with Jac, curled up and silent. He wouldn’t have been able to get through that without her. Hell, there had been bad days he didn’t think he could have made it through without knowing he was going to come home to her at the end of it. This Africa trip had been testing for him, but he wanted Jac to be happy more than anything else, and he wouldn’t stand in the way of that. Her homecoming had opened up new doors though, and Jax wanted to know which one she planned on walking through and if he was walking through with her.

He had to admit that he was feeling a little bit nervous about tonight. As well as things had been going lately there was still the slightest chance that she would choose to just be friends. Jax wasn’t about to be arrogant here or make assumptions about what existed between them. He knew he would always love Jac no matter what happened, but she might not be in love with him as much as she might love him now. Feelings were messy. He focused on the meal while she went to get comfortable, serving up the dish he had prepared and uncorking the champagne he had picked up earlier that day to surprise her with. Hopefully they could drink to this new chapter together. “You still look beautiful.” He told her, offering out the glass of sparkling champagne and pulling out her seat at the dining table. “Dinner is served, mademoiselle.” For as long as he had known Jac, and for as long as he had been speaking French, he still had that Yorkshire twang when he spoke the language.

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TAGGED! Jacqueline Rose Pucill
WORDS! 577!
OUTFIT! Handsome Man!
LYRICS! Not Broken Yet - - - Juliet Simms
NOTES!

[Jacqueline Rose Pucill]

Jac had needed to know if she could survive without Jax holding her hand. That was the plain and simple reason for jetting off to Africa the way she had. And she found out the answer; she could. But she never, ever wanted to. There had been more nights than not that she'd missed Jax and wanted to curl up next to him, share a funny story with him. If she hadn't had something to prove, she would have finished off the contract she'd agreed to and gone straight back home again. But she needed to prove to herself that she could go out there on her own and make it work for her. She had no words for how happy she'd been when the planed set down in New York. But she'd also been so nervous. They had spoken whenever they could but they had never talked about either of them moving on and Jac had been scared that Jax had moved on from her, was happy with some other pretty young woman. She didn't want to admit to being jealous about a figment of her own imagination but she had been; which had been why she'd gotten that hotel room that first night. She could have gone home, knocked on the door and woken Jax up to surprise him that she was home, something she hadn't told him the last time they'd talked. But she had been terrified of some other woman answering the door, thinking for whatever reason that the pizza, Chinese or Thai food had arrived; despite it being nearly four am.

The relief that had washed over Jac when she found out there had been no one else since she'd left was terrible and more than she wanted to admit. She felt bad but she loved Jax and wanted to be with him. Jac could not see herself with anyone else in the world. It was Jax or it was no one. But she didn't know how to bring the topic up. Normally, she would have just jumped right in again but she hadn't wanted to cross any lines just in case Jax wasn't feeling the same way. If that had been the case, she needed them to continue being friends. Her heart would break without him. But she would get over it, throw all her efforts into her clothing lines, her designs and make them the best around. It would have been enough for her, she would have made it enough. And she would have ranted to Bronte about what a terrible person she was for still loving someone who was in a relationship with someone else.

So far that wasn't the case and Jac was crazy happy about that. She wanted to be the only woman in Jax's life. The only one he loved. It was probably a tall order, asking him to love her and all her quirks and habits but it was what she selfishly wanted. "You flirt." She teased, settling into her seat. Jac loved how relaxed they were together. She had missed this most of all when they'd be apart. But not anymore! She could act like a toddler and jump on the bed to get his attention while he was working, steal him away from it for a minute or two. She actually missed being able to do that and hadn't done it since she'd returned because she hadn't known where they stood. Hopefully tonight she could ask him and they could move past this kind of awkward moment in their lives. "Merci, mon amour. Il sent merveilleux." And it did. Jac felt like Jax could whip up anything at all and it would be absolutely delicious. Jac was a little bit jealous of that actually. She could put a meal together but it would never be fancy; not without a cookbook at her side. And even then, she knew she would mess it up somewhere along the line.

Tag || Jaxon Vincent Liddell
Words || 661
Clothes || Drained Designer
Music || 50 Shades of Crazy --Chase Rice
Notes || <3!

[Jaxon Vincent Liddell]

When Jac had been away Jax knew he was free to go out there and meet someone else. He hadn’t wanted to though. When she’d packed her things to go to Africa, she’d packed his heart and taken it with her. He’d kept their relationship friendly and casual while she was away. There had been plenty of times when he had wanted to tell her how he felt, tell her how much he missed her, but he wasn’t going to put that kind of pressure on her when she was out there living a once in a lifetime kind of dream. No, Jax wasn’t going to be unfair like that. Sure, the bed felt colder and bigger without her in it, and he hated coming home to an apartment so empty most of the time, but he was a grown man and he wasn’t about to moan and complain when they did talk about all those little things that he just couldn’t get used to after she had gone. In a way, he was glad that he didn’t get used to them, because it meant he never got used to being without her. He didn’t want to picture his life without Jac, and while he didn’t know if he’d have to eventually, right now there was still the hope that they could be a couple again.

He had worried every call whenever Jac mentioned a name. Was he someone special? Was he going to swoop in and steal the heart of the woman he loved? It wasn’t like he could do anything about it. He was miles and miles away, in a different time zone, living an entirely different life. Sure, it would be a grand gesture to jump a plane to Africa and to get on his knees and beg Jac not to run off with someone else because he was absolutely head over heels in love with her and always would be, but what right did he have to do that? They had been together for so long, and been through so much, that he could understand Jac wanting to spread her wings and look for a different kind of happiness. If that had led her to someone’s else’s arms, too, then it would have shattered Jax’s heart into a million little pieces, but all he ever wanted in life was for Jac to be happy. If he couldn’t be the man to do that, then he’d bow out gracefully and probably spend the rest of his life alone, committed to his work and nothing else. She would always have his heart, whether she knew it or not.

Jax smiled as Jac took her seat, but his smile faded so he could be completely sincere with her. That’s what tonight was all about after all, and he didn’t want his words to appear like a joke when he meant them with every fibre of his being. “Only for you.” He said, his eyes meeting hers with a loving warmth before he moved away to make sure they wouldn’t be getting up and down during the meal to fetch anything. Jac really was everything to him, and he was nervous in case this all went wrong tonight. He sipped at his own glass of champagne and picked up his cutlery. “Enjoy, petal. I’ve missed cooking for you.” He admitted, raising the first bite to his lips. Cooking for himself might have been relaxing from time to time, but Jax preferred cooking for others.

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TAGGED! Jacqueline Rose Pucill
WORDS! 588!
OUTFIT! Handsome Man!
LYRICS! Not Broken Yet - - - Juliet Simms
NOTES!

[Jacqueline Rose Pucill]

Jac had thought about Jax and the life she'd left behind every day that she'd been in Africa. She hadn't wanted to leave him, not really, but she had wanted to see what she could do to help after the scare. The truth was, Jac didn't want to think about what could be next for her. She had been thinking that it might be the end and that had terrified her. And then she found out that she was in remission and all the things she had refused to think about because they might never happen flooded her brain, overloading the circuits and overwhelming her. She wanted it all and she wanted it with Jax. But there were some things that Jac had needed to do on her own, despite wishing she could bring Jax with her. She couldn't ask him to give up his life, his career for her, even if he wouldn't have hesitated to say yes. Mostly she just wanted to prove to herself that she was alive and could do all the things she wanted. They weren't out of reach now.

Now Jac just needed to figure out a way to ask Jax if he would take her back. She hadn't been back in New York long and already she was back in their apartment. She knew that he didn't mind, wouldn't have had it any other way but she still didn't know about his personal life and didn't want to be in the way if he'd met someone while she was gone. It would break her heart but she would absolutely get it. She couldn't and hadn't expected Jax to wait for her. Hell, she hadn't known how long she was going to be away for. It was really just chance that she had decided it was time to return and do her part in saving the world another way. But she was back and she wanted to see what was what.

There were still things that scared Jac so much that she couldn't think about it; like kids. She didn't know if she could even have children with the chemotherapy and everything she'd gone through. She needed to go to the doctor's and find out what tests she needed to have done to figure what was next. It was something that could wait but it was also something that was always running in the back of her mind. Jac had missed Jax's home-cooked meals. She hadn't been eating a whole lot of nutritional food in the last while so the second the plate was set in front of her, she had her fork in hand and was already bringing that first bite to her lips. She savoured the taste, wanting it to last forever but knowing there was still more on her plate. "I really missed this." She said after she'd swallowed what was in her mouth. Jac waited for Jax to settle at the table and she'd shoveled a couple more bites into her mouth before she'd gathered enough courage to take that leap of faith she'd been working towards. She set her fork down and took a deep breath before looking into those blue eyes that she'd fallen in love for all those years ago. "Jaxon, I want to come home." She said, hoping he would understand what, exactly, she meant by that. She didn't just want to share the apartment with him, she wanted to share their bed, their meals, their nights and days. She wanted to share her life with his much like they'd been doing before she'd run off on her quest. She wanted her happily ever after with Jax.

Tag || Jaxon Vincent Liddell
Words || 611
Clothes || Drained Designer
Music || 50 Shades of Crazy --Chase Rice
Notes || <3!

[Jaxon Vincent Liddell]

Life had not been fair to either of them. Jax had caught himself complaining about it he didn’t know how many times. He couldn’t change any of that though. He didn’t have magical powers that could fix everything that had happened to them and save them from the pain and heartache that he and Jac had gone through together. On those nights when he couldn’t sleep, when he really thought about everything the years had handed down to him, Jax wasn’t all that sure if he would. There were some things he wished never had happened, but without everything he wouldn’t be the stubborn, hardworking guy he was today. Jax liked the man he was, even if he infuriated himself some of the time with his temper. Still, he was a proud man, and he didn’t think he’d want to take any of that away from himself. Changing his past might change all of that and he got to where he was because he was a fighter with tough skin who would walk where others wouldn’t, and who wasn’t afraid to get a little dirty to get from a to b.

He still had a long, long way to go before he was ready to pull up and sit back though. There was so much his life was missing, and the biggest space was Jac shaped. Even when she was gone, when they were ‘just friends’ Jax wanted her to talk to about the most mundane things. He wanted to complain to her about the guy who cut him off in traffic, about how he wanted to get out of his car to yell at the guy about it. Jax wanted to watch her when he couldn’t sleep, instead of staring at the empty space where she used to lay. Cooking for one was a chore, but cooking for two was exciting. It meant something was going to happen, even if they both just collapsed on the sofa afterwards and grumbled about how everything on television was absolutely crap, and how their aches made them feel older than they actually were. He still wanted all of that. Right down to the stupid fights over silly little things like asking for directions, or whether they should have gone to that place or the other place for food.

Jax smiled, pleased to hear the words from her lips. If she had missed something like this then there was a chance none of this was wrong. Maybe she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He didn’t want to rush this though. She had been away for a long time and it was far too easy to have old emotions bubble over. He wanted this to be special, because that was exactly what she deserved. There was no chance that he could miss the meaning in her words, but Jax couldn’t help but chuckle softly at them still. He swilled the champagne in his glass for a second and took a small sip while he composed his giddy thoughts. “If you went into the bedroom right now you’d see that you never left. The picture from that ski trip, the one we had by the TV is on my side of the bed so I can still see you every night and every morning. Anything you left behind is exactly where you left it. Apart from that god awful painting you had in there. I switched that out and it’s in a box at the back of the wardrobe. I couldn’t do with those creepy faces staring at me when I was alone.” He shuddered, but grinned the whole time. He looked at Jac with a happy twinkle in his dark eyes. “Come here.” He leaned forward and captured her lips with his.

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TAGGED! Jacqueline Rose Pucill
WORDS! 635!
OUTFIT! Handsome Man!
LYRICS! Not Broken Yet - - - Juliet Simms
NOTES!

[Jacqueline Rose Pucill]

Jac couldn't picture her life without Jax. She could remember the days before she'd met him but all those memories seemed to be from a different life. As far as Jac was concerned, he'd always been there. And she didn't want that to change, hadn't wanted it even when she'd known she needed to get out there. Before Jax, Jacqueline had been surrounded by her family and then there was Jax and all their friends. Though she knew she wanted him in her life, she needed to see how she coped without her safety nets around her. It just about killed her to do it but Jac also knew she would be a better person for it; and she was. Jac saw a lot and did a lot and learned so much from all the people she had been surrounded by for those few years.

She was glad to be home now though, where she belonged. Jac had plans upon plans for making a name for herself that didn't include French hotels or think she was somehow snooty because her family had money. Sure, she also had a fair bit of green in her accounts thanks to her parents and grandparents but she wanted to prove to herself and the world that she was more than some French socialite. Jac loved getting her hands dirty. If she didn't she wouldn't have run off to university to get a degree, she wouldn't have done all the volunteer work she'd done and she definitely wouldn't have tried to help as much as she had. Her money, she could throw at them but being there, getting in there meant so much more. In her time away, all Jac could think about in her spare time was how much she missed Jax and wanted to call him up and tell him there was a ticket with his name on it waiting for him at the airport. Every time however, she turned away from those thoughts because she needed to prove she could do it without her lifeline. Not to mention he had a life back in New York that he couldn't just drop everything to leave.

One of the things Jac had missed quite a bit was these shared meals. She hadn't much liked eating while she'd been away despite having every meal with the group she'd been there with. It just wasn't the same. Without breaking contact, Jacqueline lifted from the chair and moved right into Jax's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck like she'd been wanting to do for years. She missed everything about the man, right down to the cowlick he woke up with almost every morning and that lick of temper when something didn't go his way. He was stubborn and difficult but Jac was madly in love with the brilliant journalist. "I really love you."

Tag || Jaxon Vincent Liddell
Words || 477
Clothes || Drained Designer
Music || 50 Shades of Crazy --Chase Rice
Notes || <3!