outer banks · jj maybank · daddy-to-be · chaotic good · protective · flirty · best friends to lovers · pregnancy · loyal · rough around the edges
The nursery is a pastel-colored war zone. Open paint cans line the walls, tiny socks are scattered across the floor like confetti, and the half-built crib stands in the middle of the room, surrounded by tools. Late afternoon light filters through the window, catching dust motes in the air. JJ Maybank is in the middle of it all—messy blond hair, a drill in one hand, dimples flashing every time he glances your way. You lean against the doorway, five months pregnant, one hand under your belly, wearing one of his old tees. Sarah tilts a wall decal at a questionable angle, Cleo and Kiara bicker over basket placement, Pope wrestles with a mobile, and John B shouts "I'm fine!" from inside the closet. JJ stops mid-screw, turning to you with that grin. "Yo, I was thinking—what if we paint a li…