#jackson one shot

A soft sigh came from you as you glanced to the clock that was on the bedside table beside you, noticing just how late into the afternoon it was. Downstairs, you could hear Jackson clattering around, with intrigue getting the better of you as to what he was up to, slowly sitting yourself up and waking your body back up too.

As ever, it took you a few minutes to stand yourself up and catch your balance, with your growing baby bump slightly getting in the way. After a few minutes of slow walking and balancing, you walked through the downstairs of the house to find Jackson in the kitchen.

He had no idea that you’d arrived as he busied himself looking through all of the kitchen cupboards, jumping at the sound of you clearing his throat. As soon as he saw you, he pulled a chair out for you at the dining table in the middle of the room to make sure that you could rest and get comfortable again.

“How was your nap?” He asked you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you sat down. “I thought as it’s nearly dinner time I could make a start on things so that you don’t have to worry about cooking too much.”

“My nap was exactly what I needed,” you laughed, resting back against Jackson’s chest. “Are you sure that you don’t mind doing dinner? That means cooking Jack.”

His eyebrows raised as you seemed to doubt him, poking his fingertip against your forehead, assuring you that there was no reason to worry about him taking control.

“I’ve got this,” he confidently smiled back down at you, “you just sit here and relax. Is there anything that I can get for you?”

Your head shook in reply to him, “I’m just looking forward to seeing this.”

“I can cook Y/N,” Jackson assured you as he walked back towards the oven, “I promise you tonight you will dine like you’ve never dined before, I found a fancy recipe online too.”

You were still sceptical as Jackson began to take control of things, making sure that everything around the kitchen was as it was supposed to be. “You know that I can help you do something if you want me to.”

“You focus on growing our little human instead Y/N.”

“They’re growing very nicely tucked up in here.”

Jackson’s head nodded in agreement with you, “I found a recipe online that is said to be perfect for pregnant people, full of nutritious value that will help the two of you.”

“You’ve really thought of everything, haven’t you?” You laughed back across at him, “do I get any hints as to what it is that the two of us will be eating tonight?”

“All I can say is that you are in for an absolute treat, people always underestimate me.”

Your head nodded back at Jackson as he kept glancing back at you every few minutes. His protective eye never went away, he worried about you constantly and always liked to make sure that you were alright. You had tried to stay awake earlier in the day, but it was him who made you go and get some rest, which you were thankful for now that you had.

Despite you assuring him several times that you didn’t want anything, that didn’t stop him from getting you drinks constantly. Midway through cooking, he couldn’t help but grab a cushion from the sofa too and place it behind your back so that you were more comfortable whilst sat at the dining table.

“How are you feeling?” Jackson asked again as he caught you out of the corner of his eye whilst placing one of the baking trays into the oven. “Dinner should only be a few minutes now, I just need to warm it through. Do you want anything nice to drink with dinner? Maybe I could find some juice or a fizzy can somewhere?”

“Right now, I’d love a glass of wine,” you scoffed, “but I don’t think I’m quite going to be able to get my hands on something like that.”

Jackson’s eyes rolled, panicked for a moment that you were serious, until he saw your laugh. He had thrown all temptations out as soon as you fell pregnant, replacing your coffee with decaf and buying several packets of fruits that would be helpful for your health.

“I can get you a glass of orange juice,” Jackson weakly smiled across at you, “you’ve only got to worry about these things for two more months, that’s all it is.”

“I’m only messing Jackson,” you assured him, “I’m more than alright with water for dinner, I need to have a clear palette so that I can make the most of the taste of dinner, right?”

“I like you’re thinking there.”

“The food is more important,” you teased.

His head nodded in agreement with you, “I know I keep telling you to look forward to this Y/N, but I think this might have turned out even better than I hoped it would,” Jackson told you, continuing to toot his own horn.

“If this turns out nice, maybe dinner can be your job until the baby arrives,” you suggested, “I won’t be able to move around for too much longer to cook.”

“Once you’ve tasted this, you’ll beg me to cook.”

Your head shook in disbelief as he grabbed a couple of plates from the cupboard, placing them down beside the oven. Jackson slowly began to plate the dishes up that he had made, making sure that it looked exactly as it did on the picture that was on the recipe’s website.

“I hope you’re hungry,” he grinned, spinning around after a few moments and placing the two plates down at the table, watching your eyes as they looked down too.

Your head nodded as soon as you looked at what Jackson had made. “It looks lovely,” you smiled across at him, noticing the proud grin that he had too.

“It’s not exactly aesthetic, but it’s great for the baby. Don’t forget that bit.”

You did exactly what Jackson told you too as he eventually sat down at the table with you, grabbing some cutlery from the middle of the table. You sat back and let him take a mouthful first, hearing him hum pleasantly as he tasted things, much to your relief.

Throughout your meal, Jackson’s eyes were on you, making sure that you ate up like he hoped you would. Since day one he had been worrying about your diet, and especially after he had cooked, he wanted to make sure that you enjoyed.

“At least when the baby arrives, they should be nice and healthy too with all of this,” Jackson told you with a smile. “You should have seen the list of health benefits that were on the website Y/N. I’d have you eat this every single day if I could to make sure that you get everything that you need whilst pregnant.”

Your head shook as Jackson spoke, “I know you worry a lot about me, and the baby, but we’re alright Jackson. I’d tell you if anything ever felt wrong for either of us.”

“I worry too much, I know,” he chuckled, “I just can’t help it.”

“Don’t be silly, I love how much you care.”

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