Don't mention it.

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"What is all this stuff Jake?" I asked, inspecting his bags as he walked through the door.

Jake exhaled deeply and dropped the bags onto the bed, a smile spreading across his face. I watched as he dramatically wiped an invisible line of sweat on his forehead before giving me a kiss on the cheek.

"You okay Muffin?" He asked taking a seat next to me. I nodded and gave him a small smile in return.

"The police just left," I said fiddling with my hands. Jake sat up straighter at my words and his eyebrows shot up -

"They did?" He asked waiting eagerly for me to reply. "Did you - "

I nodded, cutting him off -

"Yes I told them exactly what you said and I left out the part about you and the other two bringing guns with you." I swallowed the lump in my throat as I remembered how Jake had the gun aimed straight at Jones. He looked so at ease holding the gun as if he had done it many times before and it just reminded me of how little I knew about his gang.

"Thank you," he replied quietly, sensing my unease with the conversation. He stood up quickly and grabbed one of the bags on the bed, pulling it closer to him. I knew instantly this was his way of changing the topic so we wouldn't have to discuss it.

"What's in the bags?" I repeated again, eager to know. Jake grinned excitedly and pulled out a shampoo bottle with matching conditioner. A smile grew on my face as I realised he had bought everything I needed.

Honestly, what would I do without him?

Probably lie here for the next month with greasy hair and a backless gown showing my ass off to the world...

He placed the bottles on the bed before carrying on emptying the bags. He also bought new blue pyjamas covered in pink hearts with matching fluffy socks.

"I know how much you love your heart pyjama's." Jake teased, winking at me and I giggled, feeling extremely grateful that I could get out of this embarrassing gown soon. He then pulled out a few magazines, a hairbrush, hair ties and lastly the most important thing.

A massive jar of Nutella.

I screeched in delight and threw myself at Jake, my cheeks aching from the massive smile on my face.

"Thank you so much!" I said thankfully, wrapping my arms tighter around him. He held me back, chuckling at my enthusiasm -

"Anything to make you feel better," he murmured, rubbing soothing circles on my back. I pulled back, unable to wipe the smile on my face and pulled him towards me, planting a kiss on his lips.

"You're so sweet, completely opposite to the moody Jake I first laid eyes on in college."

Jake rolled his eyes jokingly -

"I'm not moody and don't call me sweet."

"You're sweet," I repeated, pecking his lips once more. He huffed and crossed his arms childishly before lunging for me. I squealed and backed away, falling onto my back. He was ontop of me in seconds, his hands holding my wrists over my head.

"Say that again... I dare you," he whispered loudly, his eyes trained straight onto mine playfully. I felt butterflies flutter inside my stomach from the twinkle in his eyes and my lips twitched up into a smirk.

"You are sweet... A true gentleman."

Before he had a chance to reply, the door opened and the doctor walked in, once again interrupting us. Me and Jake both froze, realising how the position we were in looked. I groaned loudly -

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