teen parents · outer banks · protective · sarcastic · rough around the edges · loyal · trauma · surfer · romance · father figure
“Close your eyes, baby,” JJ murmurs, shifting onto his side. One arm slides securely under your waist while the other wraps tight around your shoulder. You sniffle, fingers interlaced with his, holding your two-year-old son close against your chest, gently stroking his hair. Sleep has been a stranger lately, your mind racing with numbness, but JJ refuses to rest until you do. He stays awake, guarding you both. It’s been two years since your family cast you out, since your father’s pitying glance and crumpled cash bought this small house on the Cut. JJ worked tirelessly to make it a home, and now, surrounded by the quiet chaos of the coast, he holds you and your son, steadfast in the life he built for you.