Believing In You (Blue Bloods Fanfiction)

↞ Chapter Thirty-Eight ↠

Episode Twenty-Two

I went home after the business of the pub. I already knew that I wouldn't sleep, the thoughts of the Reagan family, and the work that needed to be done was already keeping me awake. The drive back was silent, it was early in the morning, just after three when I arrived at my flat, and when I got there, I was surprised to find someone sitting on the doorstep. I pulled onto the curb, turning the ignition off, and pulling my helmet off. I set it on the seat, squinting at the figure on the steps.

As I approached, I realized who it was, "Jameson?" He looked up at me, a tired smile on his face.

"I'm sorry," He muttered as I approached him. I held my hand out, pulling him to his feet. "I didn't want to be alone." My heart broke at his words, and I pulled him to me, wrapping my arms around his waist. Jameson fell into me, and I felt his shoulders shake. It took me a moment to realize that he was crying.

"Mon amour, je te souhaite du bonheur." I muttered, before reaching around him and unlocking the door to the entry way. Jameson kept his head tucked into my side as we walked in, I locked the door behind me, and counted the stairs as we walked up them. I unlocked the door when we reached the top, snatching the note that sat on the door, and glancing over it. Mrs. Jefferson had Kenai, and promised to keep an eye on her for the rest of the night. I sent a silent thank you to her as Jameson and I walked in.

I forgo the couch, instead walking straight to my bedroom in the back, and helping Jameson sit on the edge. I knelt beside him, untying his shoes and pulling them off. I stood, toeing my own off and crossing around to the other side. Jameson leaned to the side as I laid down, turning to face me. His eyes were still red, and I reached forward, pulling him to me.

"Imba wimbo, Wa upepo, Wakati unajiwa na,  Imba wimbo wa upepo, Wakati ndoto tamu." I sung under my breath, not very well, but it was just to Jameson. He brushed his hair lightly with my hand, kissing his forehead lightly before continuing. "Lala mpaka usiku uisheni, Upepo wa usiku, Wimbo wanko na, Wimbo wangu, Inaendelea milele." By the end of it, Jameson had fallen asleep, and I was glad for that. His arms were wrapped tightly around me, and I laid there, mine  around him.

Sleep didn't come for a long time. My head was rushing around at the events of the past few hours, and all of the thoughts came back to Jameson. He is wonderful, and as I looked down at him I saw every part of him in a new light. Eyelashes so long that that the brushed his cheeks, a dusting of freckles, every part of him was perfect. I had not felt such love in a long time. The last thing I remembered before sleep came was kissing his forehead once more, and then nothing.

My dreams were so dull, and when I woke up it was before Jameson. It was nearly noon, and I was surprised that I had slept for so long. The hardest part was to untangled myself from Jameson to stand and get dressed. I did so as quietly and as carefully as I could. Changing into a pair of jeans, white shirt, and one of my leather jackets. I moved to the kitchen, putting the kettle on and propping myself up on my elbows. I found the stack of letters still sitting there, and just as I began to sift through them I felt a pair of hands on my waist.

The hands were cold against my warm skin, and I shivered involuntarily, before turning to face Jameson. He pressed his face into my shoulder, before standing to kiss me. The kettle began to whistle, and I pulled away to turn it off and pour myself a cup. Jameson asked for one, and I poured his as well. I passed it across to him, leaning into the counter top as I took a sip. I looked at him over the rim of my cup, watching as he closed his eyes and inhaled the smell from the cup. He spoke suddenly, and I looked at him as he did.

"I want you to come to family dinner with me." I froze, not sure what to say. I set the mug down, standing and walking towards him. I took his mug from his hands, setting it on the table, before taking both of his in my own.

"You're sure mon amour?" I brought his hands to my lips, kissing them lightly as I waited for his response.

He nodded, and I lowered his hands. "I am." I nodded again. Jameson asks to borrow some clothes, and I nod, watching him go. I stood in the center of my kitchen for some time, thinking about the idea of going to family dinner at the Reagan's. I wanted to say no, not for any other reason than my own doubt, but Jameson wanted me too, so I would push back whatever anxiety I had and attend the dinner.

Jameson was ready in under a half hour, and together we decided to take a cab rather than the motorcycle. We took no time in hailing a cab, I let him climb in first. He reached to hold my hand, and muttered about the family to me as we went. I could barely remember the kids that I had met, so I was happy for Jameson's reminder. The cabbie pulled to a stop outside the house, and I took a deep breath as I climbed out. I reached in the front window to pay the man, and smiled at Jameson as I turned to face him.

We started up the drive, my hand in Jameson's as I walked a few steps behind him. Just as we reached the door, my phone started to ring loudly in my pocket. I stopped in my tracks, reaching to pull it out and frowning at the number. "Go on in my love, I need to answer this." He nodded, and I watched as he walked up the front stairs and disappeared into the house, leaving the door open a crack for me.

I answered the call.

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Translation:

"Mon amour, je te souhaite du bonheur"= My love, I wish you happiness

"Imba wimbo, Wa upepo, Wakati unajiwa na, Imba wimbo wa upepo, Wakati ndoto tamu. Lala mpaka usiku uisheni, Upepo wa usiku, Wimbo wanko na, Wimbo wangu, Inaendelea milele."= this is a lullaby called "Windsong" it's translation isn't a perfect one.