Prompt: Would Ace and Jack ever consider adopting or something like that?
A.N.- I suddenly missed these two a lot so here have a thing. Sorry if it reads a little OOC, haven't written these boys in a while
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I lightly kicked Jack as he shifted on the couch. He slapped my knee and resumed shifting until he was comfortable.
"I'm not a footrest," he said.
I opened my eyes. "Are my feet resting on you? Yes? Footrest."
"Your logic is impeccable," he said dryly.
I shut my eyes again. Jack let me have about three seconds of peace and quiet before tapping me on the leg with his beer.
"I'm sleeping," I said without opening my eyes.
"Serious conversation," he said.
"I'm really, really sleeping," I said.
"Time to be really, really awake," he said, and pressed his cold beer to my neck.
I jumped in shock and swatted his hand away, narrowing my eyes at him. He didn't seem bothered, taking a sip of his beer and watching me rub warmth back into my neck.
"What is so important that you assault me over it?" I demanded.
Jack snorted. "You call that assault? You live with Jer. He'd chop your hands off for less."
"I'm going to let him chop your hands off if you don't get talking," I said.
Jack, my wonderful, blunt as shit boyfriend, said, "Would you ever want kids?"
I paused, not expecting that. "Kids? Slow down, big guy. I always use condoms."
He was watching me like he always did when we had these kinds of talks. Looking for any expression or movement that would give away what I was really thinking.
"We're young, but we're still adults." He shrugged. "I'm not saying we need to pick up the first kid we see on the street, but-"
I held up a hand. "That is exactly what Alexis did, so don't even joke about that. Bringing home a stray cat is one thing, but a stray kid eats a lot more. Knocks less shit off your counters, though."
"Ace, would you ever want kids? Even if it's not with me," he said, resting his arms over my legs and setting his beer on the coffee table.
I raised an eyebrow. "Look, I'm fantastic with kids. I let Micah win at tic-tac-toe. But I also, you know, used him to break up Alexis and Jonas. So sometimes I'm not so fantastic with kids."
"I'd want kids. Someday," Jack said, looking down at his hands. He dragged his gaze back to me, shrugging again. "But if I'm stuck with you forever, that's a big commitment for someone like you."
I felt that urge to argue. To pick a fight. But he was right.
My mom had left my dad, and she'd left me behind. Had she seen me turning into him? Did she see me chained too close to my father? Did she know I'd be just like him as I grew older?
