I watched as Jack sketched in his book. I was laying on my side by his feet. He was leaning against the headboard of my bed with his sketchbook up on his knees. I had my biology textbook in front of me, but I was too focused on my mate.
He looked up when he felt my stare. "What?"
"You're just so beautiful." I whispered.
He smiled and went back to his drawing. There was a knock on my door and I called for them to come in. My dads walked in and I sat up. Jack didn't even notice them coming in.
"Can we talk?" Father asked, pulling my desk chair up to the edge of the bed to sit down. Dad stood behind his husband, setting his hands on the top of the chair.
"Yeah, of course."
"In private?" Father asked, looking over at Jack.
I smiled. "He's not listening to us."
Father nodded and sighed,
