When Jack had first signed up for the Vow, it had been half because Jim did it and he didn't want his brother to go through it alone, and half because... well why not. He didn't have a girlfriend. Hell, he didn't even have a regular fuck buddy at the time. It hadn't been entirely a joke, but it wasn't far off either. He hadn't expected it to work out at all. And yet, it seemed it had worked out. Well. So far, anyway. Okay, so he hadn't been expecting to be thrown into fatherhood so soon, he would admit. But Ty had grown on him, and it might be that he was even starting to actually like the little guy.
He had been scared as hell at first. Jack was used to being in charge of other people, back when he'd been in the Air Force. But those had been adults. They had been capable of seeing to their own needs. Jack didn't have to worry about making sure they didn't put things in their mouths that weren't food, or giving them baths, or making sure they didn't put their fingers in light sockets, or whatever else came along with looking after a little kid. He had also had to get used to not walking around the house naked whenever he felt like it. And watching what he said in front of his stepson so the kidlet wouldn't go around repeating it, as he had learned the hard way by actually hearing Ty repeating something he'd said. The more time he'd spent with Ty, though, the more used to that particular sort of responsibility Jack had gotten. He still wasn't ready for his own, though. Infants still terrified him. Or rather the fact that he might hurt them by accident terrified him. But Lola didn't seem to be in any hurry to have him knock her up either, so an infant wasn't something he needed to worry about any time soon.
Jack had had a slow day at work, and got out earlier than usual. He used the extra time to pick up some groceries, before stopping by to pick up Ty from day care. He had played with trucks with Ty for a while before dinner, and then at tucked the boy into bed and read him stories until he fell asleep. Yeah, he was starting to get the hang of this parenting thing and learning it wasn't as scary as he had built it up to be in his mind. Once Ty was asleep, Jack literally tiptoed out of hiss room and very slowly and quietly closed the door most of the way behind him. Okay, so he did tend to exaggerate things a little sometimes. But better that than accidentally waking the kid up, right? Right.
After changing into a pair of sleep pants and at-shirt, Jack made sure the doors were locked and that both the porch light and a light in the living room had been left on so Lola could see when she got home. He headed for the bedroom he shared with his wife and kicked back on the bed to channel surf and see if there was anything he felt like watching until she got home from work.
The house was mostly silent as Jack flipped through the channels, pausing occasionally when something caught his eye. The voices and soundtracks from the tv set were the most audible, but they weren't loud enough to drown out other sounds in and around the house. Ice rattling in the fridge's ice maker in the kitchen. A few cars going down the street every now and again. The neighbors calling to someone. One of Ty's talking stuffed animals going off... which made Jack wince when he heard it, but thankfully Ty didn't wake crying or anything. Eventually, he heard the sound of a car engine and car door closing outside his own house followed by the front door opening.
"Hey yourself" Jack said, flashing Lola his usual half affectionate and half cocky grin. There was a trace of softness to his smile and expression when she stretched out next to him after kissing him. "I thought that was the whole point of fake lashes. To make people think they were your real lashes." His brow furrowed in confusion at that comment. Makeup, fashion, and all things related were beyond his understanding. Give him an aircraft engine and he could take it apart, clean it, and put it back together while talking to you the whole time and telling you in depth what each part was, what it did, and how to tell if it was good or bad. Put makeup or other such things in front of him and he wouldn't have the faintest idea what was what. He might be able to point out what lipstick was, but that was about it and he sure as hell couldn't tell you the difference between the shades of red or pink. It was all 'red' or 'pink' or whatever the general color was.
He wrapped is arm around her as she settled in next to him. Jack was far from a virgin when he'd come into this marriage. Maybe it was the fact that she was his wife rather than just a girlfriend or a one night stand, but there was something nice about the moments they spent just laying together like this. Of course, he liked the more adult things they did. But this was nice too. "Nah, he pretty much went right down" Jack answered. "Wore himself out playing before dinner. Fell asleep pretty quickly once he was actually in bed and laying down." It wasn't always that easy to get Ty to sleep. Some nights he fought sleep with everything he had in him, like he was afraid he'd miss something if he slept. Jack wondered if every kid was like that, or just this one. He hadn't been around kids enough to know one way or the other. But it had probably helped that at one point Jack had cleared away things Ty could hurt himself on, tossed down the sofa cushions and pillows against the walls, and let the kid run around in the designated area like a tiny lunatic shrieking to his heart's content. "It only took two and a half stories to get him to sleep tonight" he added with a soft chuckle, his fingertips idly toying with the strands of Lola's hair.