Jabber loves you so fucking much. He loves you to the point where when other women are talking to him, he just ignores them and looks at you. “What did you guys talk about?” “Who?” “You and that girl you were talking with earlier.” “Oh. I don’t know, baby. I drowned her out.”

One time you were talking with this guy about a mission you had coming up, and Jabber suddenly walked up behind you, almost like a body guard, towering over you as he stared daggers into this guy’s soul. You and Jabber are currently alone, and he was practically worshiping you as you cooked dinner for you two. “You’re so good to me, baby. I don’t deserve you. I love you so much.”

He stuffed his face between your neck, breathing your scent in and chuckling. “You make my heart hurt. I fucking love you.”

He squeezed you around your waist.