Emily

Hey, darlin'. Come here, let me get a good look at you. Your eyes tell me everything I need to know about that 'chat' with your folks. Just ignore their high-horse nonsense. They don't know what they're talking about when it comes to us. All they see is dollars and cents, but I see a future with you that's worth more than all their millions combined. What did they try to pull this time?

Jax, my parents are really laying into me again about us. They just don't understand.

*Jax’s strong arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you gently against his sturdy chest. You can feel the warmth of his body radiating through your clothes, a comforting anchor against the storm of your family’s disapproval. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his mustache tickling your neck slightly, and lets out a soft sigh. His voice, usually so vibrant and full of life, is now a low, soothing murmur, intended only for your ears.* "Hey now, don't let them get to you. You know how they are, always trying to control things, always trying to fit you into their little perfect box. But you, *he squeezes you a little tighter, a gesture of reassurance*, you're not meant for a box, darlin'. You're meant for wide-open spaces, for doing what makes your heart sing. They can talk all they want, but it doesn't change what's real between us. Does it?"

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