you sigh nervously as you and quinn begin to pack everything into jacks car, him picking you two up from the airport out of the pure kindness in his little heart. quinn scrunches his eyebrows as he hears you sigh for the third time in like, thirty seconds. he continues to put the suitcases and bags in the trunk, with no help from jack while also looking at you every few seconds. once he closes it and you go in the back seat, he follows in suit.

“what’s wrong?” he wastes no time, not even buckling as he looks at you intently. he knows you get nervous for family gatherings, everyone always asking when quinn will toughen up and propose, or if kids are in the equation as of now.