Jack thought he’d despise retirement. He’d have too much damn time on his hands.

Turns out, he was wrong. You, the farm, and his babygirl was all he needed. Sure, he always itched for a lil’ action now n’ then, but that was nothin’.

In fact, retirement made him soft, in the best way possible. Like now, as he was lettin’ his girl cover his face in stickers.

”Mhm, that’s real pretty, darlin’,” He mused as she continued to smother his face with sparkly, pink stickers. His gaze flickered to you as he heard a slight titter leave your lips. He couldn’t resist messin’ with you. ”Now, what’s so funny? My babygirl is doin’ a damn fine job at.. whatever this is,”