I walked out of the house with a huff. My attitude Jack was all hormones, but I could say, though, that some of it was because of me being angry with myself. I couldn't believe that I stooped so low to push somewhere in the middle of traffic. All because I wanted to teach him a lesson for hurting my family. I was being rude to everyone; I shouted and screamed at mama, and now, I was shouting at Jack like he was a burden. He was far from a burden; he was rock.

I decided to just walk to the convenient store across the street from my street. I got an ICEE for myself since I was craving one. I took every flavor they offered and mixed them into, probably, a God awful concoction. I also grabbed myself a Tasty Cakes. Those things were before anyone else nowadays. Once I finished my purchase, I walked back home. Chomping down on the cake was enough to make me feel a tad better, so when I returned home, I would apologize to Jack.

I walked into the house and heard the shower running. A shower did sound nice; maybe I would join Jack in it. I set my ICEE and cake down onto the coffee table before jogging upstairs. I opened the bathroom door quietly. Peeking inside, I wanted to scream. A razor was clad in Jack's hand, and he was about to press it against his thigh. Thankfully, I yelled loud enough to stop him. "Jack, what the fuck!?" He was startled, and his terror made the razor drop from his hand. I ran to his side and yanked his face in my hands. "Are you kidding me?!" Jack looked at me with tears in his eyes.

"Alex, I-I had no idea you were coming back."

"That makes it better? I just lost my fucking closest friend, and now, you're doing this? Do you want me to lose you, too?!" I was sobbing. I could feel my stomach hurting so much at this point. How could he do this? He didn't deserve this.

"Alex, I am so sorry. I was hurting."

"So I am, but am I turning to a razor?" I leaned in and smashed our lips together. I pulled away to look at him. "Don't ever do that again. If you need help, come to me. I am your anchor, and I will fucking go down with you. I do not want to see anymore scars on your body; you understand me?" Jack nodded.

"Yes, baby. I am so sorry." We leaned in each other's embrace, sobbing together. I whispered one more thing before complete silence,

"Melody and I need you. Don't ever try to leave us again, you hear? Don't."

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*One month timelapse*

Jack and I were driving home from Brendon's funeral. It was a sunny day which I was so thankful for. Brendon deserved to be buried on a sunny, beautiful day. No one really glared or hated me at the funeral. It was surprising considering I was the reason he was in that urn in the first place, but I didn't complain. I was holding onto Jack's hand while my other hand rested against my swollen belly. Melody had been pretty calm today, and honestly, I wanted to feel more of her. It would have been a relaxing method for me.

Jack was driving down the highway when he turned to ask, "You hungry, handsome? You barely ate at the service." I shrugged.

"I don't know, I guess? I was just upset is all; funerals are hard for me."

"I can understand that, sweetie. Why don't I take you to Wendy's, and you can get whatever your little heart desires." I perked up with widened eyes.

"Anything?"

"Anything, darling." he smirked. I clapped through my depression.

"You're the best, you know that?" I giggled.

"Yeah, I know." I would have answered him back, but Melody began to shift around. I sighed, relaxing into my chair. The feeling of her moving inside me was my yoga, to be honest. I took both of my hands and rubbed them around my stomach. Jack chuckled at me. "She moving a lot?"

"Yeah, she's kicking. She's really active now."Jack reached over and rubbed his palm against my stomach as he drove. "Jack, are you excited to be a family?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I?"

"Just wondering. But, Jack, I need to ask you something." I was worried to ask, but it needed to be done.

"What is it, Alex?"

"Can I move in with you?"

Notes

xoxo krys