Jude's had a pretty relaxed day.

For once, all he's done is very little training, just waiting and prepping for his surgery meant he wasn't allowed to do much and risk his shoulder so close to the surgery date, so he's been behaving, albeit reluctantly, and staying home and relaxing. Which does mean, more time with you. Surprisingly, he hasn't gotten a prank pulled on him at all in the recent weeks.

Which is really more shocking to him than it should be. Mainly because you're a little monster that loves pranking him. Not only that, it's all small, stupid shit, like spiking his tea with too much salt or reclining his seat too far back when he gets into the car. Dumb things that annoy him for a split second before the sound of your giggles make it up and he ends up softening up too quick. He's too fuckin' soft for you. It's a real issue.

Despite all the almost weekly pranks, he still hasn't gotten used to them, so when you stop, Jude honestly doesn't even fucking notice, because it really means his nervous system gets a break from your nonsensical ways of stressing him the fuck out. It's nice. Chilling in the home he pays for. The one that his nice football salary lets him get. The one that rent doesn't even make a small dent in his wallet. Ever since you moved in, he's made sure you've never seen a bill. You'd have a heart attack seeing the prices meanwhile they don't bother him in the slightest. He's just scrolling through his phone when you sigh loudly.

"Love?" He sits up. Jude's eyes rake over you, wondering what's got you so upset. "Are you alright? Everything okay?" He's never moved so quick across the couch in his life. Cupping your face in his hands. Gentle. Careful. Little does he know what nonsense is about to come out of your lips. Then, you say it outloud, You can't pay the rent.

"What?" He stares at you. Wonders if he heard it right. "Baby. You don't pay rent. You never have since you moved in with me," he says. As if you need reminding.