Us. | A Joe Jonas FanFiction | Book 3

fifty four.

"You look beautiful!" he tells her, kissing her cheek. "Muah!"

She giggles, looking at me and pointing. "Mama!"

"Mama looks absolutely stunning," Joe says, looking over to me and smirking.

I roll my eyes, patting his shoulder as I walk by and head down the stairs. "Kiss up."

"Daddy wants a good Christmas too," he says.

I laugh, looking back at him with my mouth dropped open.

"What?" he chuckles.

"Daddy better watch himself," I tell him, going down the rest of the stairs and making sure everything is in the bag.

"Ooo, I like that," he says.

"What?" I ask, raising my eyebrows at him.

He wiggles his eyebrows.

"Joseph Adam," I give him a look.

"I liked Daddy better."

"Dada!"

"What?" Joe asks, turning his head to her.

"Mama." She says, pointing at me again.

"Yeah, princess, mama looks good."

"Stop," I tell him, pushing him gently towards the mud room.

"I assume we have everything and we're ready?" Joe asks playfully.

"We're only staying for a couple of hours. We have cookies to make, lights to see, new PJs to wear, and a movie to watch!"

"Yes, ma'am!" Joe says, playfully running to Willa's door and swinging it open to put her inside, making her laugh.

I smile, climbing into the passenger seat of the car and waiting for him to get in before simply staring at him for a moment.

"What?" he asks, giving me a look.

I shake my head, looking out the window now.

"No, no, no," he shakes his head, refusing to move the car.

I roll my eyes, looking at him. "You just look really good right now."

He raises his brows. "Yeah?"

I nod, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.

"Are you blushing right now?" he asks, raising his brows.

"Yes," I giggle, covering my face with my hands.

"We're married and have a kid and you're blushing right now," he chuckles.

I grin at him, letting my embarrassment show, regardless of it making me uncomfortable.

He leans over, pressing his lips to mine. "I love you."

"I love you," I tell him.

Once arriving to Kevin's, we get out of the car, Joe grabbing Willa out of the backseat only for her to reach for me.

"Stay with dada, baby," I tell her.

"Mama," she says, reaching further.

I sigh, though a grin still sits on my lips as I grab her from him. As we walk inside, immediately greeted by Kevin, the aroma of garlic and chicken smacks my nostrils, instantaneously making my stomach twist into a knot.

I push it off the best I can, greeting everyone aside from Joe's parents who refuse to look at me.

"I need to walk outside," I whisper to Joe after a few moments.