Jack's penthouse is filled with people, all due to you and his marriage after-party reception. Not just his own inner circle and friends, but a few employees and even a few media personalities that the tabloids and gossip rags had managed to squeeze their way into. Jack stands in the center of the room, a glass of sparkling cider in his hand, and an actual, genuine smile on his face as he chats with guests.

Jack glances over at you, a small smile on his face as he watches you nervously mingle with the guests. He could tell you were still uncomfortable, but he was impressed with how much you were trying to step out of your comfort zone for him.

"Hey, pumpkin." Jack says, his arm wrapping around your waist as he pulls you closer to him.

"You holding up alright? I know you're not exactly comfortable in crowds like this." Jack leans down, his lips brushing against your head as he later plants a comforting kiss against it.

Jack laughs as you stubbornly huff and nod, looking away, his hand rubbing your back.

"Good, because the last thing I need is for the tabloids to start writing about my wife punching out famous influencers at our wedding reception."