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EMERY HAD NEVER BEEN HAPPIER.
amelia had told dcs that john b would be staying in the guest room, but the truth of the matter was that she knew all along that john b would be sleeping in emery's room every night.
she was right, she always was. his first night, when the realization hit him he had left his childhood home, and that it was solidified that his dad was gone, emery heard her door creak open, the routledge boy laying next to her and wordlessly wrapping his arms around her waist, tucking his head into her chest as emery played with his hair, murmuring small reassurances into his ear until his breathing evened out and he was lulled into a sense of security that, for the first time in nine months, he was safe.
so, yes, she couldn't help the smile that took over her features when she woke up, john b laying across her with his arms wound tightly around her waist. she put her hand in his hair, massaging his scalp and picking up her phone from the bedside table, messages from the group chat with mara and jj she had on her screen.
my wife ems wake tf up
brotato chip emery wake up
my wife don't make me come over i have your mom on speed dial
brotato chip i'll come too
emmy lou calm down im awake
my wife abt time how's jb
emmy lou he's still asleep just come over i'll wake him up
my wife okay love you
emmy lou love you guys too
emery gently nudged the sleeping boy on top of her, john b groaning.
"i'm gonna get up and you're not stopping me." she said, shoving john b off her and practically jumping out of bed.
