Jack's POV

That prick is still hanging around Jamie.

He touches him in ways only I should have the pleasure to.

As that pest lead my love into the small restaurant that reeked of family values, I snuck in behind them with a bit of magic.

The place was about half full with children running about with their mothers right behind. Teenagers rolled their eyes lazily and put their attention to their phones.

A woman appeared from behind the counter and smiled graciously. "Mon un petit, there you are!"

I could hear Jacob groan under his breath. "Oui, mama."

Great, the fucker is French. All humans can't resist someone of French origins.

"Your family works here?" I heard Jamie inquire.

The bastard chuckled. "Silly boy, my family has owned this place for generations."

I was still behind them. Gods, I miss my Jaime.

His perfect hair, all soft and fluffy, the little dimple in his left cheek when he smirks, that rose pink color when he's embarrassed.

I stood close to him but not enough to touch. "Jaime..." I whispered.

He gasped and shuddered. That familiar dimpled smile appearing.

"Are you ok, Jay?"

I growled. You don't have the right to give Jaime a nickname, you freeloader.

"Yeah, yeah. Just a bit of a nip in the air," Jaime assured.

"Ah," Jacob's mother cooed. "So this is the Jaime you always rambled about, Jakey."

He blushed heavily. "Mama, stop. Don't be so embarrassing, I'm a grown man."

She came from behind the counter and patted Jacob's cheek lovingly. "You keep thinking that, mon un petit. I'm still your mama."

Jaime giggled at the prick's expressions. Such a beautiful sound.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs.Beaudeux," Jaime greeted.

"And such a gentleman. The pleasure is all mine, darling. Are you dating my baby boy?"

"Saint merde, mama!" Jacob exclaimed.

"Watch your mouth, do not speak to me like that, Jacob Claude Beaudeux!" The woman reprimanded.

Both me and Jaime snickered quietly. Serves the prick right.

"Oh no, ma'am. Haha, we're not dating," Jaime said between bouts of giggles.

I saw the bastard cast a sadden look at Jaime. Sorry not sorry.

A phone ringtone cut through the air suddenly.

"Hello?" Jaime answered. "But me and Jacob... Yes but we just got... Fine, I'll be home shortly."

"Guess you gotta head home," Jacob said solemnly.

"Yeah. Sorry. It truly was nice meeting you, Mrs.Beaudeux."

She smiled. "Likewise. Au Revoir, mon un petits."

They both waved both exiting the restaurant and driving away.

"I'm really sorry that we got interrupted," Jaime apologized as Jacob walked him to his front door.

"No worries. Still the best date I've ever had because I had it with a beautiful guy," the nuisance stated.

Date? Nice try, prick.

"Oh um, I'm glad?" Jaime said unsure.

Jacob reached out and held Jaime's cheeks. Then he slowly leaned in.

Oh hell no. Not today, bitch.

In a fit of rage, I blew a huge gust towards Jacob, disengaging him from Jaime.

"Jack," Jaime breathed.

Jacob scurried away into his car, with just an unsatisfied wave as he drove off.

I materialized. "I'm always here, Jaime."

"Jack, you're back! I missed you."

"I missed you too, Jaybear."

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Translations

Mon un petit(s)- my little one(s)

Oui- yes

Saint merde- holy shit (Note: if you spelled Saint with an 'e,' Sainte merde, it turns into holy crap)

Au Revoir- goodbye