Jack Barakat Imagines
Babies for Jack
Your POV
“You wanna come inside?” I asked Jack after our third date. We had just went out to see a movie, and I wasn’t ready to say goodnight yet.
He smiled. “Yeah sure, I’d love too, Y/N”
Jack walked in my house and looked around. “Well this is homey,” he said. He walked over to the staircase. “Two floors, nice wood smell, I could get used to a place like this.” He walked over to me, I was still standing in the doorway. He smiled and waltzed over to me. “I love this place,” he whispered in my ear. He leaned down and kissed me softly.
“This place loves you,” I smiled up at him.
He laughed and his chocolate eyes sparkled. I couldn’t help looking at them. They captured my gaze. I was drawn to him. I couldn’t let this one go. Not like the last one. Jack smiles down at me again. “Wanna go upstairs?” He asks.
I giggle. “Okay.”
I led him upstairs, seeing as he doesn’t know where anything is in my place. I lead him to my room. It’s a normal sized room, mostly blues and purples. My bed’s a queen sized with plenty of pillows. I can’t live without my pillows.
Jack turns on my light. “Oh my god,” he whispered. “There are so many pillows.”
“Yeah..” I blush a little.
“I love it!” He proceeded to run to my bed and belly flop. “It’s soooo comfy.”
I laughed at him. God he was adorable. “I love pillows.”
“Me too!” Jack got up and pulled me down with him on my bed. “You’re really great, Y/N, you know that?”
“Not really.”
“You are! You have great taste in pillows and your house is so comfortable, and you have great taste in men.” He winked at me.
“Before you, I really had terrible taste.”
“Well maybe you just got lucky with me.”
“I sure hope so.”
“Don’t worry, babe. With me, you’ll be happy. I’ll try my best.” He kissed the top of my head.
I hugged him tight. “I sure hope you’re not like them.”
“I promise you I’m not.”
“I believe you.” I hugged him tighter. Somehow being in his arms was better than any other place I could’ve been.
I could feel myself starting to get sleepy. “Jack, I’m tired.”
“It’s okay, Y/N, you can sleep.”
“But I’m still in my dressssss,” I whined.
“I’ll help.”
“Okay.” Jack took off my shoes and tossed them towards my closet. He then climbed on top of me and flipped me around. “So you’re one of those dominant types, huh?” Jack laughed a bit and unzipped my dress.
“What do you wanna wear to bed?”
“I don’t know, whatever’s comfy.” Jack rummaged through my drawers. He stops for a second, and grabs something. He held up a silk, short, night gown.
“How about this?”
I laughed. “Uh, no. I wanna be warm.”
“Okay, okay.” He rummaged further. He tossed some soft pajama pants towards me and a shirt. “Will this do?”
“Yeah, I think so.” I smiled up at him. He smiled back at me.
“I’ll go now, you can sleep.” He walked over to kiss me.
“Wait, don’t go.”
“What?”
“Will you please stay with me tonight?”
“Okay,” he agreed quickly.
“Yay.” I smiled. He came over and lied next to me.
“This sure is a comfy bed. A fella could get used to this.” I smiled into his chest, and cuddled him close. I fell asleep almost instantly.
Jack’s POV
I woke up relatively early, and Y/N was still cuddled up nice and close to my side. It actually surprised me that I stayed the entire night. Maybe this was going to work. After my last relationship, I didn’t think I could ever do this sort of thing again. I looked at the clock. 9 AM. I might as well get up and make some food. I’m hungry.
I manage to wiggle out of the cuddle bundle I was in. I stood there awkwardly in my boxer shorts. I could either steal her clothes or wear the ones I wore the night before. Or go like this. I think I’ll go like this.
I went downstairs to see if I could make her anything. She doesn’t put things where they ought to go. The dishes are all wrong, I have half a mind to switch everything around, but I won’t. She’d probably get mad at me. I laughed to myself.
The doorbell rang, and I don’t think Y/N was going to wake up anytime soon. I went to open the door, it was probably just one of her friends. I’m not dressed very decent, but oh well. They can live.
I opened the door. A man was standing there with a kid that looked about two or three. “Uh, hello..” I stood there awkwardly in my boxers.
“You with her now?” the man asked.
“I think?”
“Well this is her son, Oli. She tell you about him?” I looked down at Oli. He was holding what I think is his father’s hand. Hiding behind him from the stranger he doesn’t recognize in his mother’s house.
“She didn’t really mention it, but I’ll tell her you stopped by.” I was about to close the door, but he stopped me.
“No, you see it’s her turn this week. We trade off. Oli, go with him.”
“Daddy-” Oli whined. He can’t speak very much but he knows some things it seems like.
“Oli, no buts. Go with him.”
Oli came to me, and turned around to face his dad.
“You’ll be okay buddy. Go on.” Oli came to me and his dad turned to leave. He looked up at me and I looked down to him. Since I’m so damn tall he probably felt super intimidated.
“Where your clothes?” he asked.
“Not on me,” I smiled. “Oli was it? You hungry?”
He nodded, and I brought him with me to the kitchen.
Your POV
I woke up around 10 or so, and realized Jack wasn’t next to me. He must’ve left.. I guess I deserved it, asking him to stay and not doing anything with him. I went downstairs to get food.
At first I smelt it, and then I heard it. I smelled pancakes. That’s weird. Is Jack still here?
“So you take all the gooey stuff you made see,” Jack was explaining. “And then you pour it into the pan like this.” Oli was watching with close intent. Oli? Oh shit! I forgot Oli was coming to my house this week!
“Jack?” I called.
“In here, hun.”
“What’re you doing?”
“Oh, Oli and I are just making some pancakes for you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah he seems to be enjoying it.”
“Jack, can I talk to you for a second?” I asked.
“Sure, hang on.” He goes over to Oli. “Now you sit here, okay Oli? Your mom and I are gonna go talk for a bit. Don’t hurt yourself while we’re gone.” He smiled at him and Oli grinned back.
“Uh, Jack. I’m so sorry. I didn’t wanna tell you about him just yet because it’s always a turn off in the beginning I wanted to get you to know me for me rather than my son first. I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking. “
“Babe-”
“And my ex dropped him off didn’t he? Oh god I hope he didn’t say anything mean, he can be a real douchebag and-”
“Babe-”
“Oh god, what if you hate me forever, oh god, I’m not gonna get out of this situation am I?”
“Y/N.” Jack stated simply. “It’s fine. I love him. He’s adorable. Don’t worry, love. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.” And with that he kissed me on the lips.
“You wanna come inside?” I asked Jack after our third date. We had just went out to see a movie, and I wasn’t ready to say goodnight yet.
He smiled. “Yeah sure, I’d love too, Y/N”
Jack walked in my house and looked around. “Well this is homey,” he said. He walked over to the staircase. “Two floors, nice wood smell, I could get used to a place like this.” He walked over to me, I was still standing in the doorway. He smiled and waltzed over to me. “I love this place,” he whispered in my ear. He leaned down and kissed me softly.
“This place loves you,” I smiled up at him.
He laughed and his chocolate eyes sparkled. I couldn’t help looking at them. They captured my gaze. I was drawn to him. I couldn’t let this one go. Not like the last one. Jack smiles down at me again. “Wanna go upstairs?” He asks.
I giggle. “Okay.”
I led him upstairs, seeing as he doesn’t know where anything is in my place. I lead him to my room. It’s a normal sized room, mostly blues and purples. My bed’s a queen sized with plenty of pillows. I can’t live without my pillows.
Jack turns on my light. “Oh my god,” he whispered. “There are so many pillows.”
“Yeah..” I blush a little.
“I love it!” He proceeded to run to my bed and belly flop. “It’s soooo comfy.”
I laughed at him. God he was adorable. “I love pillows.”
“Me too!” Jack got up and pulled me down with him on my bed. “You’re really great, Y/N, you know that?”
“Not really.”
“You are! You have great taste in pillows and your house is so comfortable, and you have great taste in men.” He winked at me.
“Before you, I really had terrible taste.”
“Well maybe you just got lucky with me.”
“I sure hope so.”
“Don’t worry, babe. With me, you’ll be happy. I’ll try my best.” He kissed the top of my head.
I hugged him tight. “I sure hope you’re not like them.”
“I promise you I’m not.”
“I believe you.” I hugged him tighter. Somehow being in his arms was better than any other place I could’ve been.
I could feel myself starting to get sleepy. “Jack, I’m tired.”
“It’s okay, Y/N, you can sleep.”
“But I’m still in my dressssss,” I whined.
“I’ll help.”
“Okay.” Jack took off my shoes and tossed them towards my closet. He then climbed on top of me and flipped me around. “So you’re one of those dominant types, huh?” Jack laughed a bit and unzipped my dress.
“What do you wanna wear to bed?”
“I don’t know, whatever’s comfy.” Jack rummaged through my drawers. He stops for a second, and grabs something. He held up a silk, short, night gown.
“How about this?”
I laughed. “Uh, no. I wanna be warm.”
“Okay, okay.” He rummaged further. He tossed some soft pajama pants towards me and a shirt. “Will this do?”
“Yeah, I think so.” I smiled up at him. He smiled back at me.
“I’ll go now, you can sleep.” He walked over to kiss me.
“Wait, don’t go.”
“What?”
“Will you please stay with me tonight?”
“Okay,” he agreed quickly.
“Yay.” I smiled. He came over and lied next to me.
“This sure is a comfy bed. A fella could get used to this.” I smiled into his chest, and cuddled him close. I fell asleep almost instantly.
Jack’s POV
I woke up relatively early, and Y/N was still cuddled up nice and close to my side. It actually surprised me that I stayed the entire night. Maybe this was going to work. After my last relationship, I didn’t think I could ever do this sort of thing again. I looked at the clock. 9 AM. I might as well get up and make some food. I’m hungry.
I manage to wiggle out of the cuddle bundle I was in. I stood there awkwardly in my boxer shorts. I could either steal her clothes or wear the ones I wore the night before. Or go like this. I think I’ll go like this.
I went downstairs to see if I could make her anything. She doesn’t put things where they ought to go. The dishes are all wrong, I have half a mind to switch everything around, but I won’t. She’d probably get mad at me. I laughed to myself.
The doorbell rang, and I don’t think Y/N was going to wake up anytime soon. I went to open the door, it was probably just one of her friends. I’m not dressed very decent, but oh well. They can live.
I opened the door. A man was standing there with a kid that looked about two or three. “Uh, hello..” I stood there awkwardly in my boxers.
“You with her now?” the man asked.
“I think?”
“Well this is her son, Oli. She tell you about him?” I looked down at Oli. He was holding what I think is his father’s hand. Hiding behind him from the stranger he doesn’t recognize in his mother’s house.
“She didn’t really mention it, but I’ll tell her you stopped by.” I was about to close the door, but he stopped me.
“No, you see it’s her turn this week. We trade off. Oli, go with him.”
“Daddy-” Oli whined. He can’t speak very much but he knows some things it seems like.
“Oli, no buts. Go with him.”
Oli came to me, and turned around to face his dad.
“You’ll be okay buddy. Go on.” Oli came to me and his dad turned to leave. He looked up at me and I looked down to him. Since I’m so damn tall he probably felt super intimidated.
“Where your clothes?” he asked.
“Not on me,” I smiled. “Oli was it? You hungry?”
He nodded, and I brought him with me to the kitchen.
Your POV
I woke up around 10 or so, and realized Jack wasn’t next to me. He must’ve left.. I guess I deserved it, asking him to stay and not doing anything with him. I went downstairs to get food.
At first I smelt it, and then I heard it. I smelled pancakes. That’s weird. Is Jack still here?
“So you take all the gooey stuff you made see,” Jack was explaining. “And then you pour it into the pan like this.” Oli was watching with close intent. Oli? Oh shit! I forgot Oli was coming to my house this week!
“Jack?” I called.
“In here, hun.”
“What’re you doing?”
“Oh, Oli and I are just making some pancakes for you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah he seems to be enjoying it.”
“Jack, can I talk to you for a second?” I asked.
“Sure, hang on.” He goes over to Oli. “Now you sit here, okay Oli? Your mom and I are gonna go talk for a bit. Don’t hurt yourself while we’re gone.” He smiled at him and Oli grinned back.
“Uh, Jack. I’m so sorry. I didn’t wanna tell you about him just yet because it’s always a turn off in the beginning I wanted to get you to know me for me rather than my son first. I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking. “
“Babe-”
“And my ex dropped him off didn’t he? Oh god I hope he didn’t say anything mean, he can be a real douchebag and-”
“Babe-”
“Oh god, what if you hate me forever, oh god, I’m not gonna get out of this situation am I?”
“Y/N.” Jack stated simply. “It’s fine. I love him. He’s adorable. Don’t worry, love. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.” And with that he kissed me on the lips.
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RIGHT SOMEONE POINTED THAT OUT ON MY WATTPAD VERSION AND I WAS LIKE ???? how did i do that I'm magical
9/19/16