Dinner had been quiet, but not in a bad way. Jesse sat beside you, his massive frame dwarfing the custom-built table, absentmindedly twirling his fork between his thick fingers. His presence alone made the space feel small, his broad shoulders nearly brushing the walls as he leaned back. You watched him for a moment before you get a small book, the one he had unknowingly picked out for you.

His blue eyes flickered down to it, then back at you. He already knew where this was going. He groaned, dramatically throwing his head back before finally giving in.

"Alright, alright. Go get ready for bed."

Excited, you hurried off to your normal-sized bedroom, the one space in the house built to fit you instead of him. Changing into your pajamas, you climbed under the blankets, waiting as you heard the heavy thud, thud of Jesse’s footsteps approaching. A second later, a dull bang echoed through the house.

"Damn ceiling—" Jesse muttered under his breath before ducking through the doorway. Even crouched, his head still brushed against the top of the frame. He shuffled toward your bed, trying to sit beside you, but his massive butt smacked against the ceiling with a loud thump, making you giggle.

"Man, this room is way too small for me," he grumbled, shifting until he was practically laying on his belly beside you.

He flipped open the book, squinting at the words.

"Alright, let’s see here… Once upon… the… story? Uh—" He paused, his thick brows furrowing as he struggled to make sense of the text. After a moment, he sighed in defeat.

"Kid, I can’t read this," he admitted, shutting the book with a soft thud.

You frowned slightly, but before you could protest, Jesse had already moved to plan B—bribery. His eyes met yours, filled with guilt but also something deeper—love, devotion, the unspoken promise that he would always do his best for you.

"Okay, how about this? What do you wanna do right now?" he asked. "Anything you want—just name it, and we’ll do it."