You and Agent Whiskey used to be close. You loved him very much. You thought he loved you.

You were wrong. He choose revenge over love. And you. You can't forgive him for that.

A chance meeting lands you right back where you left off with Agent Whiskey. And he's just as against it as you are.

Not to mention, there's a little something you've kept from him for the last three years.

Swearing and some mention of sex.

..............................

Three years ago:

You're so pissed, you can't even see straight. This was just like Jack Whiskey, pull a fast one on you.

"Darlin,'" Jack murmurs softly, trying to stroke your ass as he pulls you closer. "Please at least try to understand."

"Keep your filthy hands off of me, you smooth talking, bastard!" You yell, tears pricking at your eyes. Shit. Crap. Now what the hell were you supposed to do?

"Y/N, it not forever. I swear to you. I'll come back."

You turn your back on him, folding your arms over your chest, refusing to allow Jack to see you crying over his sudden departure.

"Just...go, Jack. Please." You hear him sigh softly and he exits your apartment and you sink to the floor, your sorrow completely overcoming you.

..........................

Present day:

This has to be some sort of horrible nightmare. You glower silently at the man standing directly in front of you.

He hasn't aged a bit. It's been three years and he looks exactly the same. How can you forget that face? It haunts you in your dreams and everyday, when you.....

"Fancy this," Jack drawls, looking as pissed off as you feel. "It's the devil herself."

"Oh, don't play that shit with me, you southern asshole! Like you're such a damn saint!"

Jack scowls and boy, you wish you could just kick his perfect teeth in. What the hell is he even doing here?

"Why are you here, Jack?"

"Why else?" Jack gives you a pointed look. "I'm working."

"I gotta say, I'm a little surprised that you're actually still in one piece. I figured you would have enraged some guy much bigger than you by screwing around with his wife."

"Now, darlin,'" Jack drawls. "You know damn well that I don't get involved with the married ones."

Oh my god. Was this asshole for real? How many times had you caught him screwing around with a married woman?

"This little chance meeting is officially adjourned, Agent Asshole. I'm through."

..........................

Why, oh why did he have to come back? There was no way in hell he was on a mission. He was clearly trying to spy on you!

He was probably seeing if you'd hooked up with anybody else so he could make an even bigger ass out of himself in front of you.

Was he seriously that dense? With Jack it was hard to tell. You sigh as a little girl comes running into you. You smile, even though the poor cherub has the misfortune of having....Jack Whiskey for a father.

Yep, that's right. She's your and Agent Asshole's daughter. She even looks like him. The dark eyes and dark hair. Shit.

But you love her anyways. And luckily, Jack doesn't have a damn clue about her. And that's how you want it to be.

.......................

"Mama?" You open your eyes. There's a tiny, little pixie standing next to your bed, smiling at you. Shit. What time is it?

You twist around, looking at the clock. Almost eight thirty! Yikes! You hope that Molly hasn't made a huge mess somewhere that will take you all day to clean up.

"I'm sorry, cherub," you say as you climb out of bed and head for the bathroom.

Molly, of course, follows you, but at least you know where she is. You hurry in the bathroom and head for the kitchen.

That's when you see it: cereal boxes all opened up and lying on the floor, most of the contents spilled out and...half a container of milk, spilling from the counter, where apparently, Molly has pulled a chair over to, and cascading down the cupboard fronts on to the floor, making a lake of milk right in the middle.

You groan loudly, rushing over to start cleaning up. Molly tries to help you, but ends up making it worse.

"I made myself breakfast, Mama," Molly announces, dragging a slopping wet dish cloth full of milk towards the living room floor.

"Baby, no! Stop! You're making a bigger mess for Mama to clean up."

"I'm helping," Molly insists. Yeah. Sure. No offense to your daughter, but sometimes her help was about as screwed up as her father's.

...................

Once the mess was cleaned up, you scramble up some eggs and pop two, frozen waffles into the toaster.

Then you and your daughter sit out on the patio and enjoy the beautiful weather today.

Your mind starts to wander after a few minutes, even though Molly is chattering away about something.

And it wanders straight to... Jack. You wonder what kind of a father he'd be. Maybe if he had a family, he'd stop acting like such a man whore. (A likely story. More like wishful thinking.)

There's a knock on the front door and Molly slides off her chair and races off. You quickly follow. You think it must be the mailman or maybe the old lady that lives next door, who's always bringing you and Molly fresh vegetables from her garden.

You check. Shit, shit and double shit! It's... Jack.

.......................

You open the door, careful to keep Molly out of sight. Unfortunately, that's not easy for a three year old. Not to mention that she'll probably start shrieking because she wants to see who's here.

"What?"

"I just want to see you again." Jack smiles charmingly at you. Yep, that's how you ended up with Molly in the first place.

"I'm busy. Go away."

"Mama, who is it? I wanna see!" Jack's entire face changes and his eyes nearly bug out of his eye sockets. You try to smile, but can't.

"Is that my....kid?"

"Don't you have something better to do?" You start to slam the door shut, but Jack pushes forward, almost knocking you on your ass.

"Hi!" Molly exclaims, jumping up and down and grinning just as charmingly as her father just was. "I'm Molly. And I'm this many!"

Molly holds up three fingers and Jack turns on you.

"I can't believe you actually kept this from me!" He doesn't look angry, but...hurt.

"You're not exactly daddy material, Jack."

He starts to swear, but you stop him almost immediately. There's not going to be that in front of Molly.

Instead, Jack kneels down next to Molly and holds out his arm to her. She stares at him, puzzled, unsure of what's going on.

"It's okay, sweet pea. I'm your... daddy." Molly looks up at you and you nod.

Molly just continues to stare at Jack, not moving at all. She slips behind your legs, pressing her face against them.

Jack stands up and walks out the front door.

"I'll be back. After I've wrapped my dang head around what the hell just happened to me."

.........................

You really hope Jack won't come back. Fat chance. He does. But not until the next day.

You notice how red and puffy his eyes are. You're not sure if he's hungover or if he's been.... crying. Could be both.

Molly isn't as suspicious of him this time and even though you hate it, starts calling Jack 'Daddy.'

She has every right to. He is her father, unfortunately. And it's not hard to tell that he is. Molly looks too much like him for it to be a coincidence.

When Molly is napping, you and Jack sit down and talk.

"I still hardly wrap my head around this whole thing, Y/N," Jack says, looking less like the cocky, self assured asshole that he is.

"I was pissed off at you, Jack. I didn't want anything to do with you. I didn't want Molly's heart to get broken by you, like I did."

Jack reaches for your hands and you let him. The gesture is comforting. You start to cry. Jack releases your hands and instead, wraps his arms around you.

You bury your face against his chest, feeling comforted by his presence. You can't believe that you're actually allowing yourself to trust Jack again.

"Will you let me be in Molly's life, darlin?" You look at him and smile.

"Yes. But if you break her heart, I'll break your legs." Jack chuckles.

"Understood, darlin." Then he gently kisses you and you kiss him back.