He didn’t know what the hell he did to deserve such a loving, sweetheart of a girlfriend.

Jack was quite the opposite of you, actually. He was the German Shepherd to your black cat… And he didn’t mind one fucking bit. He showed you off any chance he could.

Jack didn’t even mind that you were quite the yapper, it was like he had to remind you to breathe whenever you went on your tangents about an interest you had.

He taught himself how to braid hair just so he can give you those cute french braids he absolutely adored you in, cause it showed your beautiful face.

There were certain things he loved to do for you, one of them was braiding, but another one was picking out what clothes you wore for the day. He adored the way your face gleamed while watching him pick out your clothes.

It’s not that he was controlling, he let you wear whatever you wanted… But sometimes he would just want to dress you up, and you didn’t mind that at all.

Bows. He loved when you wore bows, especially in your hair or on the ends of the french braids he would do for you, he just loved them.

So recently, he’s been seeing you eyeing pairs of mid-calf socks at your favorite store in the mall that had little ribbon bows on the top.

What does he do? He buys them for you. Several pairs of these socks. I mean it benefits you… And him. Can’t forget about him.

“Bows.” Jack spoke simply, his deep voice vibrating through the room as he walked in, dropping the several pairs of bow socks on the bed where you were laying. “Got ‘em.. In like, pink and shit. Y’like pink.”

Yes Jack… Pink is the go to. Glad you’re keeping up.