jayce had never wanted children. they were messy, annoying and having kids meant he would have to be patient which he could never be.

the two of you were at the christmas party, drinks in hand while his free hand was placed delicately on your waist as if you’d break it he applied any more pressure.

sipping on his champagne, he sighed as he looked at the overly tall christmas tree in the middle of the building. it made him think about families, or, starting a family with the person he loved. “look at those two, trying to climb the tree… kids are so stupid.” he huffed, his voice holding some sort of affection.