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The warm sunlight shines through your bedroom curtains, waking your sleeping boyfriend.
Jack squints, slowly blinking as he goes to pull you closer but finds your side of the bed empty.
Today is usually your day off and you spend the greater part of the morning in bed with him before you lose him to the night shift.
He rubs his face and sits up, getting his prosthetic on and makes his way to the kitchen.
Your back is turned to him. You’re humming a song as you put together a bowl of oatmeal with fruits on top.
Jack dramatically huffs to get your attention.
Hearing the sound you look over your shoulder and see your pouty boyfriend standing at the hallway entrance. A slight frown on his face and sleep riddled hair in all directions as he stands there and stares at you.
“Can I help you, J?” you chuckle lightly.
He’s so cute when he’s dramatic.
“You could come back to bed with me? Why are you even up this early?”
He shuffles over to you and wraps his arms around your waist, laying his head in the crook of your neck. The scent of your body wash is fresh and potent.
“Well I was supposed to go to pilates class tomorrow but something came up so it was rescheduled for this morning instead.”
His arms squeeze tighter around you.
“Can’t you skip it? Stay with your amazing boyfriend for the morning?” he teases as he kisses along your neck.
“Jack nooo” you smile and turn in his arms.
“I gotta keep up with the classes. I know I won’t lose my progress from one class but I’m determined to be at every one. Missing one makes my body feel even more sore the next time I’m there.”
He grins at you.
“Pilates? Making your body hurt? It can’t be that hard. Don’t you just get on a yoga mat with those small weights? Like a fast-paced, glorified yoga class.”
Your eyebrows rise as a smile forms on your face.
“Glorified yoga?” You giggle.
“I mean if you really think about it sweetheart.” He muses.
“Okay Mr. Military” you pat his arm “come with me then.”
“Come with you?”
You nod your head as you wrap your arms around his neck.
“Mhm. Come with me. One class and if you still think it’s that easy, I’ll skip my next class to give you a real workout. In bed. Fair?”
He smirks “It’s a deal, sweetheart.”
“Alright J, get changed. We leave in 20 minutes.”
You kiss him briefly and then slide under his arm, grabbing your breakfast.
You smile as you walk away.
He has no idea what he’s in for.
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You both had made it on time to the pilates studio.
Grabbing an extra mat and the equipment for class, you both make your way to the back of the room and get situated.
“Alright,” Jack says looking around “place is cute and shit. Now what?”
You hand him a pair of light dumbbells.
“Now is when you pray to make it through the class because you have no idea what you’re in for babe.” you say as you sit on your mat.
He sits on his mat beside you.
“Sweetheart, I do yoga most mornings. I’ve been doing it for years. I’ll be fine.”
“Okay,” you shrug and take a sip of your water “famous last words.”
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“Keep moving Dr. Abbot! Keep pulsing!”
The voice of the class instructor echos above the beat of the music.
Jack’s legs tremble as moves. He's in a lunging position with a block under one foot and 3 pound dumbbells held out in each hand.
Youre in the same position and can’t help but grin as you look to over at him as he’s clearly struggling.
“You heard her baby, keep moving” you giggle
“Shut-” he takes a few laboring breaths “up” he finishes.
You shake your head with a smile as you keep pulsing along with the instructors directions.
“AAAAND DONE!” she yells loudly for the class to hear.
Jack lightly collapses on his mat, laying on his back with his arms stretched above his head.
“T-Thank god.” he barely gets out
You sit right up against him and rub his leg.
“You good J?” you ask with a smile “Still feel this is glorified yoga?”
He shakes his head.
“No. No. This isn't even close to yoga. This is hell for sure.”
A loud laugh escapes you at his dramatic description.
“You’re such a baby” you say as you dab a sweat rag against his face to help him cool off a little bit.
“Sit up babe”
He grabs on to your hand to pull himself up and you hand him his water bottle.
Jack takes a long sip of his water.
“Never bring me back here.” he says while shaking his head
You rub his back as he catches his breath.
“Don’t like it Dr. Abbot?” you tease
“Fuck no sweetheart,” he lays back down on the mat
“How about I make it up to you with some coffee and then a post-workout shower. You and me?”
His head lifts up with a smirk “I think I can be persuaded into these plans. Especially the last part.”
You smile as you pat his sweaty chest
“I expect nothing less.”