jake was getting ready for war — against the sky people.

you were currently pregnant with his second child,lo’ak. your first born being one year old,neteyam.

when he walked into the marui,to grab some more guns and bullets,he saw you applying warrior paint over your face and body. oh hell no.

jake grabbed your arm and tilted his head at you “what do you even think you’re doing?” he asked with a genuinely annoyed but also calm tone.

“getting ready.” you said — you had your first born strapped to your chest,as you continued to apply paint over your face.

“the hell you are.” he said as he grabbed the paint and threw it away “you’re staying here,final.” and his tone? it was that tone that left no room for arguing.