Part 2 of my 'bathtub' (𝔤𝔢𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔢 𝔧𝔲𝔫𝔤 i.) story! requested by marvelanddcfan05
i know George was in prison for twenty years, but this is definitely more of an AU, and we're going to say it was only about 6 months. (i know that's not much AT ALL for the misconduct he preformed, but oh well 😌)

BATHTUB PT. 2

Being in prison was the most miserable experience ever. It took a total toll on my body and I was completely drained. To be honest, I'm quite angry. I'm here because of George's expected immature criminality. He knew it wasn't right. Neither did I, but I was too in love to let him go because of some stupid business. He made me feel some type of way, and I can't explain how. And no it wasn't because of the money. God, I did miss him though. I missed my love. I never knew when my release day was going to be. I was sentenced to five plus months, but I lost count of days and just didn't care. I have no idea how long George was going to be imprisoned...probably longer.

I lay on my terribly uncomfortable cot bed, facing the ceiling. I rub my stomach lightly.

Did I mention I was pregnant?

Yeah, I found I was pregnant three weeks after I got thrown in jail. Perfect timing, huh? George was the father and I doubt the officers and staff had the heart to to tell my George, even though I told them I wanted them to. I want this baby to have a father in their life, I can't go without him. I'd rather be at home with my husband and live a normal life with this baby of ours. Life is unknown now. George's in another all mens prison. I really hope he's okay.

My back aches so I begin to roll over on my side, when the metal door of my cell squeaks open. Four officers stand guarded of the door.

     "Mrs. Jung, your sentence is over. Please step towards the door. Walk backwards."

I sit up quickly. I let out a long relieving sigh, and give a small smile. I scoot off the bed and hop down. I turn around and walk backwards towards the cops. They grab my hands and slap cuffs around my wrists.

My wrists were in so much pain. Handcuffs were constantly around them, and I got dragged around by ruff aggressive guards for five months.

I can't believe I was getting released. I was almost too exhausted to react excited enough. I honestly didn't know where I was gonna go without George, or what I was going to do.

The officers lead me out of the cell halls into a reception room. The officers ruffly take the cuffs off my hands and shove me into an old red padded chair. It felt so good to sit on something more than a four inch thick foam mattress. I slouch in the chair and I place my hand on my stomach and rub it lightly.

     "Okay ma'am. He's your belongings." They throw a plastic bag of the wobbly table next to me. It consisted of only my towel and wedding rings.

     "Thank you..." I mumble out.

     "Stand up, please."

I raise from my seat and a female cop comes and strip searches me. As her hands go to my stomach she looks right in my eyes.

     "Congratulations. Good luck, darlin." She says quietly.

     "Thank y-" I say to her as she walks off. My eyes follow her. I clear my throat and slowly sit back in my seat. I stare at the floor.

     "Ma'am, your release fee is going to be a hundred dollars." I nod and run my hand through my hair. One of the older officers tosses some generic jogger pants and a plain white t-shirt for me to change into.

"Change." He commands and points to a bathroom. I go into the bathroom and strip out of my ugly-colored tan scrubs. I put on the lent clothes and look in the mirror. It makes my face and body look distorted, my exhaustion doesn't help. I exhale deeply and make my way out the bathroom and back into the reception room. I throw the scrubs in a basket next to the bathroom door.

  "Follow me this way and you'll meet with a woman at the front desk."

I nod at his directions and slide the plastic bag from the table to grasp it in my hand. I dig in it for my wedding ring and engagement ring and I slide them on my finger. It makes me quite happy to have them on again. I kiss the rings as I follow the cop. I reach a desk and the officer motions to it.

     "Name?" An older lady sitting behind a desk asks. She looks through a filing cabinet and pulls out a cream manila folder. She opens it and I see my horrible mugshot of that night. It gives me chills. She slaps a sheet of paper on the counter and grabs a few other sheets from below her desk. She puts a pen on top.

     "Y/N Jung." I reply.

     "Fill this out please. After you're free to go. There's a cab waiting outside to take you to..." She looks down at another sheet. "...the uh Federal Correctional Institution. A man by the name of George Jung is getting released as well and has requested to see you." I freeze up and stare at her. A small smile forms on my face. My breathing begins to pick up and I want to cry. "Ma'am? Is that okay with you?"

"Oh absolutely." I shake my head. I fold my lips in and take the papers and pen to a chair. I plop down and put my face into my hands. I inhale deeply and exhale slowly. I can't believe I get to see George. Excitement fills my body as I quickly fill out the papers. I bring them back up to the counter and give them to the woman.

      "Thank ya' ma'am." She gathers the paperwork. "You're good to go. Officer Thomson there will escort you out." I look over to the door and a officer nods at me. I eagerly walk to the door and he opens it for me. I walk in front of him and he walks directly behind me. I hear his utility belt jingle. There's a car parked by the sidewalk and the cop points to it to say that's my ride and I get into the back seat. Being slightly embarrassed from being released from prison, I didn't talk to the driver the whole time. I shake my leg up and down nervously. It was more excitement, but I didn't know what to expect from George...I really hope he's okay.

I stare out the window and play with my rings the whole time. It takes nearly 45 minutes to arrive at the prison, but we finally get there and I quickly get out the car.

"Thank you!" I call to the driver as I shut the door. I swiftly walk to the public entrance of the door and make my way inside. I quickly jog to the front counter.

"I'm here to see George...George Jung." the eyes in the waiting room pop up at me at the sound of his name. The receptionist raises an eyebrow and grumpily nods at al officer on the other side of the room. He motions towards him and I walk over to him with my arms crossed, my bag looped around my stinging wrist.

"How are you?" The officer asks.

"I'm okay." I reply and rub my stomach.

"There you are." He points to an open door. I slowly walk to it and stand in the door way. There sits George on a metal bench lighting a cigarette. He looks up and he face completely melts.

"Baby...Y/N." He stands up and puts the cigarette out on an ash trey. "Holy fuck." He dusts his hands on his pants and I walk towards him. He quickly wraps his arms around my neck and caresses my head. He rubs my hair.

"George." I begin to cry and slowly wrap my arms around his torso.

"I'm so fucking sorry, baby. I'm so sorry. I love you so much. It's all my fault, darling." I sniffle loudly as tears fill my eyes. He pulls away and exhales. He looks at my wet, teary face. "God you are still so beautiful." He kisses my lips once and brings me into another hug.

"George." I mumble into his neck.

"Yes, baby?" He says as he moves my hair from my temple and kisses the side of my face multiple times.

"I'm pregnant." He pulls away and takes a half a step back.

"Y/N..." He looks right in my eyes. "How could you?" He asks with a very concerned, hurt look on his face.

"How could I?" I ask, just as confused as he is. "George you're the father." I shake my head and wipe my face.

"Oh my God." He whispers and brings me back into a hug. His hands slide down to my waist and he carefully rubs my hips. "I'm so incredibly happy, baby...I can't believe it." He slowly rubs his hands froward to place them on my stomach. "Wow." His hands go to my face and he holds it lightly. He wipes my cheek. "I'm never leaving you again, Y/N. Listen to me, you make me want to be a better man, and I'm going to do everything I can to make you and this child have the best life you can possibly have."

"Oh, George." I bring him back into a hug.

"You haven't left my mind, baby. God, I just- I'm so in love with you. I was...so scared you were leaving me for good, because I did this to you. I'm sorry that-"

"Stop the apologies, George. Please, baby." I run my hand through his hair. I inhale his scent that I craved every day. I lift my head to look at him. "I'm not leaving you, George. I couldn't do that."

"I'm so happy to be with you again, Y/N."

We hug each other in complete silence. He occasionally rubs my body in places and I adjust my head on my his shoulder.

"I miss this body." He interrupts the silence. His comment makes me show the smallest smile on my face. "So perfect. You're beautiful...sexy. I don't deserve you. I really fucking don't."

"Oh you deserve me, George. You need me. You'd go completely insane without me." I press my forehead to his.

"You're absolutely right." He chuckles lightly. He kisses my lips intimately. I kiss him back a few times more. His hand falls down my back slowly. I continue to kiss him until it turns more smooth and passionate. His hand softly rubs my butt. I smile into the kiss and I hold his neck. One of his hands stays on my butt while the other trails swiftly all the way down my body to my mid thigh and back up to my neck. I pull away and kiss his cheek. I look straight in his eyes. We just enjoy the view and presence of each other for a while.

"Let's go home. I want you to be comfortable. I'm going to take care of you, baby. Don't worry. Also, we're gonna have to take care of my 'unable to pleasure you for 6 months' problem..."

A/N: so that's that 😗 i really hope you enjoyed it.

if there are any errors in editing tmr.