Sweet Like Sugar
Jack Daniels x f!reader
W/C: 1K+
A/N: This is my first go at writing for Whiskey so you can blame the bit of Kingsman I caught before bed last night, partial insomnia, and my period hormones for this one. Enjoy what you can bbys 🤍
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Jack pulled onto the dirt path just before the snow started falling. It was a mere light dusting of the powder that was set to hit the town that final week of his latest mission but despite his reassurances, he knew you’d worry yourself sick if he hadn’t made it back before it hit.
Cutting the engine to the bronco, he couldn’t help but race up the steps of your modest ranch house. A soft glow from the kitchen peeking through the window was a welcome beacon calling him home. To you. To the both of you.
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Everything in the house was quiet. The scent of your famous sugar cookies filled the air as he passed through the living room. I hope she left the bowl and spoon for me to taste, he hummed to himself.
“Sugar! I’m home!”
No answer.
Hmmm, the rocking chair perhaps? He made his way to his new favorite room in the house. The nursery. Jack had an old friend whip up the one thing you begged him for when setting up the room.
“I need somewhere to sit when I tell him all the bedtime stories!” “Whatever your little heart desires, you got it sweetheart!”
He slowly opened the door to the newly furnished space. Memories began flooding in of the day you two painted it and how messy everything got. He’d never heard you laugh so hard at the sky blue blotches that littered his face, or when he stepped on a roller which led to paint all over his boots paired with endless Papa Smurf jokes. He’d let you paint every pair if he got that reaction and smile every time.
“Not here either. Where is this crazy woman?”
His last stop was your bedroom, and the sight he came upon stopped him in his tracks. You were curled up on the bed, the latest baby book you’d gotten into was lazily clutched in your hands and your reading glasses hung from the tip of your nose. He shuffled closer to take you in, a muffled wow leaving his lips. I am one lucky bastard. He gently removed your book and glasses, the dip of his weight on the bed stirred you slightly as you slowly opened your eyes to his loving smile.
“Hey cowboy, you made it home.”
“I told you I would. How are you feeling mama?”
“A little cold. I wanted to start the fireplace up but knew you’d give me an earful if I did. That’s why I made cookies. Oven warmed the house just enough. Even left you the bowl to lick. Other than that, just tired. Your son decided to settle down for a bit though, which meant nap time for me too.”
Jack chuckled, “You’re damn right you would’ve gotten a full lecture little lady! Don’t need to be lifting much or inhaling those fumes.” This made you playfully roll your eyes, knowing he was just wanting to do right by you and the baby. “Y’all got room for one more under there? Let your husband warm you right up!”
You unwrap yourself from the comforter to make room for him and Jack couldn’t help but stop and stare.
“What?” feeling a little more self conscious these days with your growing form.
“I hope you know just how damn beautiful you are. Pregnancy looks good on you. Real good!” He states that last part with a waggle of his eyebrow.
“You cowboys and your sweet talk. Just get into bed and come warm your wife up!”
“Yes ma’am!”
Jack kicks his boots off and places his Stetson on the nightstand as he crawls into your warm embrace. Instant peace settles in, as he brings you to his chest and into the softest kiss imaginable. He caresses the swell of your stomach and can’t help the grin across his face as he feels the flutters from under your thin sweater.
“Hey buddy, I’m home. Sorry to wake you.”
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You didn’t know how much time had passed, but you just let him talk. Content with the warmth and being nestled safely into his side. He discussed what he could about the trip, relaying the love sent from the others at Statesman. You gave an extensive list of your “nesting concerns” of any and everything in the house, Jack already making a mental honey-do list, back to the topic of possible names for the baby. You could feel the excitement and love coming off him in waves. Felt it in the stolen kisses against your lips, on the pulse point of your neck, through his fingertips as he circled the skin of your hip, trying to bring you even closer. Perhaps this is how you got to stay a little longer this time.
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Jack didn’t realize he fell asleep until he felt your palm against his cheek. The heaviness of his eyelids prevented him from truly taking in your expression.
“I’m sorry Sugar, I must’ve dozed off.”
You didn’t say anything, just stared at him with the saddest smile.
“Sugar, is everything alright?”
“I reckon I must be going Jack. You’ve gotta get up soon.”
“What do you mean? Where are you going?”
“Your alarm goes off in a few minutes.”
“I don’t understand…”
“You never do...”
Taking his hand, you kissed his palm then brought it to your face, letting it trace its way down to your bump as you continued your goodbye.
“Thank you for loving me. And continuing to love me. Us.” Giving him one last kiss that he all but melts into it.
“You can wake up now.”
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The old fashioned alarm clock blares at him and Jack’s eyes snap open, un shed tears on the brim of letting go. His breathing is quickened as he feels the empty space next to him. It was 8am and with a quick glance out the bedroom window he sees the snow beginning to fall. Turning back to the mantle he’s met with your smiling face, a picture from your wedding framed right next to your last ultrasound photo.
He sighs to himself. Just another dream, Jack.
It was better than nothing he supposed.
“Thank you for the visit sugar. Let me get started on that fire for you.”
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