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Three Years Later
“Wake up you moron.” Amy said hitting Jake with a pillow across the face.
“Ah what the hell Ames.” Jake said bolting upright in bed. “What was that for?”
“I’ve told you to get up like twenty times now. Get up!” She yelled at him again.
“Not until I get a good morning kiss.”
Amy sighed at how childish her husband could be sometimes. “Fine.” She said leaning down and kissing him. She closed her eyes for a second feeling swept up in the moment. She felt his hand move down to her waist as he tried to pull her in bed with him. “Nope.” she said standing up right.
“Come on.” Jake whined.
“Your breakfast is getting cold.” She shouted at him from the kitchen
“Did you make it?” Jake called back. “If you made it I’m not eating it.”
“Pretty hard to screw up Eggos.” Amy yelled back. “Although I did burn the first two.” She said and Jake burst out laughing getting out of bed and heading towards the kitchen with her.
“You trying to kill me?” Jake asked grabbing the waffle and dipping it into a bowl of syrup.
“Busted!” Amy said. “What are you wearing today?”
“Jeans.” Jake said. “I really don’t care enough to get dressed up.”
“Jake.” Amy said. “They are still your parents.”
“Are you really going to defend them Ames?” Jake asked. “They wanted me to get married to Elizabeth or Sophia. They legit told me that I was not allowed to marry you because you weren't good enough for them.”
“When you put it that way it really makes me not want to go.”
“Then let’s not go.” Jake said grabbing her hand. “Let’s stay here all day. We can go out on the boat have a nice day to ourselves.” He ran his thumb over the back of her hand praying that he was going to convince her. “Please for me?”
“You know that we have to go.” Amy said. “If for no other reason because we told Charles that we were going to be there and I think that he would actually be crushed if we didn't it go.”
“True.” Jake said before sighing in frustration. “God how are you always right?”
Amy only shrugged her shoulders. “I’ll be back.”
“Kay.” Jake said as Amy got up and headed into their bedroom. He watched her go still not believing that she was his wife. His wife. She was Amy and he was Jake. Not King Jacob and Queen Amelia. God that sounded awful.
“Jake!” Amy yelled at him sounding angry. Jake got up from where he was sitting and made his way to their bedroom where Amy was standing glaring at the bed. “What the hell is this?”
“Sheets?” Jake asked.
“Were these on the bed last night?”
“Yeah?” Jake said confused. “Do you not like them? I saw them and I thought of you when I bought them.”
“They’re cute.” Amy said looking down at the polar bears. “But you put them on the bed horribly. I’ve never seen a bed made so made.”
“Oh my bad.” Jake said. “You know that someone has put sheets on my bed my entire life.”
“Shut up.” Amy said hitting him slightly. “Go get dressed, I’ll fix the bed.”
“You’re the best.” Jake said before heading into their closet. Amy on the other hand fixed the cutest polar bear sheets that she’s ever seen.
“Ready?” Jake asked her stepping outside in the typical plaid shirt and jeans that she had grown so accustomed to seeing him wearing.
“Yeah. You’re driving.”
“Sounds good.” Jake said grabbing her hand and leading her out to the car. “I love you.” He said looking over at her from the driver’s seat.
“I love you too.” Amy said giving his hand and affectionate squeeze.
“I still can’t figure out how I got so lucky.