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Loving Jean was like the function of oxygen. A necessity, a pleasure and a privilege.
But being loved by him? It was as though the God’s themselves struck you with luck. This man was perfect. From random dates, to acts of service and even letting you finish first.
Some might consider that premium boyfriend material but to him that was the bare minimum, and he made sure you knew it too.
Jean is there every second you want anything. He knows your schedule, the way you eat, the way you prefer your place to be cleaned. Hell, he even calls before you dial his number to tell you’re sad.
It’s obsessive really, the way he just knows what’s wrong or when bad is going to happen. Could you imagine what would happen if you told him you were pregnant? The poor guy would simply lose his mind.
But it’s all good though, as long as he keeps himself in check and gives you some space alone. Right?