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Jaimeson Fitzgerald (keepingfitz) wrote in 20somethings,

When Lucy had told Jaimeson that she didn't want anything but him, he had stopped at the store anyway to pick up saltines, fresh fruits, and anything he could think of that might help. The fresh croissants had been easy enough to add to his order before he had apparated to her.

They then spent time lounging about her flat. He enjoyed rubbing her feet, until she shifted so her head was in his lap. It was then that his fingers started to comb through her hair, brushing it back. Her words a moment later had surprised him, but he didn't let it show. He kept running his fingers idly through her hair. "Then we will handle it together, I'm going to be here no matter what you choose," he promised after a moment of debate. He had wanted to choose his words wisely. "I'm not going anywhere, I hope you know that." He looked down at her, giving her a warm smile. "I love you, you're stuck with me. I thought we had been over this already?"