Jonsme <3

[Esme Russel]

How could Jonathan be so sweet? It never ceased to surprise Esme how genuine that their love was. She hadn't gone into a relationship with him expecting this outcome; who thought that they would be married at seventeen with a baby? She knew that it was the best possible thing for them to be together as soon as the stick had that little positive sign but she didn't that she would be this happy. She didn't think that they would be the best couple on campus which they were. Having children and getting married only proved that they were closer. How could you consider yourself perfect if you didn't trust your partner fully? She tried not to think about the fact that their relationship had began on such a horrible note. They'd hurt two innocent people though she felt more guilty about Hudson than Avery because he hadn't said horrible awful things to her about their family and marriage and accused Jonathan of trying to trap her into a relationship with a baby.

"Perfect." She repeated with a small smile as she leaned over to peck him on the cheek. "I really really love you... I mean.. I know that I say that all the time and you know that but I just.. I had to say it." She felt like there were times in a relationship where you just have to say that you love the other person even though they know and you know they know because it's always nice to hear it. "You're gonna get sick if you kiss me anymore, darling." She warned him as she pressed her lips to his... Okay so it was probably worse that she slipped her tongue in his mouth and tried to turn this into a make out session. She knew that this was kind of inappropriate place but she wasn't planning on having sex! What was the harm in just some intense passionate kissing?

She only pulled away before she had to cough into her palm and that kind of killed her 'let's make out like horny teenagers' mood. "Sorry about that.. I just can't resist kissing you sometimes because you're all mine, babe." She didn't want to think about the fact that he was going to have to leave tonight at some point to take care of their daughter because she hadn't slept alone in so long that she forgot how she managed before.

[Jonathan Russel]

"We've done worse when you were sick," Jon chuckled, moving the hair out of her face for her and cupping her face slightly before moving closer to kiss her again, "and you're all mine."

Yes, maybe Jon had reason to suspect Esme had cheated on him at any point in the very beginning of their relationship. The saying if they cheat with you, they'll cheat on you definitely came to mind -- though if that were the case, that would mean Jon would have cheated on Esme at some point, which he would never think of doing! He was much stronger than that. Jon didn't think through his penis when it came to girls anymore. In fact, when it came to girls, it was only Esme that ever came to mind, because to Jon, she was the only important person he needed to keep in mind... other than maybe his mother and some really close female friends... but Esme was first, of course! She was his wife. People might have thought of their marriage as naive and impulsive, them being teenagers, as well as parents, still in school. But look at them! They were doing so fine on their own. Sure, they had their issues, and it was stressful, but unlike most marriages, Jon and Esme didn't let it get to them. They were together because they loved each other, and the only way they would ever separate was if they somehow stopped doing that... which was not going to happen. Jon would always love Esme, no matter what happened. Even if she were a serial killer... or something like that. She made him into what he was and that's what set them apart from all the other couples. They came together like they were already connected, even if they didn't see it upon first sight.

Jon moved his hand down to look at his watch, frowning slightly, knowing that later on he would have to leave her. He couldn't leave Cici with Cooper forever. He sighed, clutching onto Esme's hand tightly, "I love you so much, baby," he half-smiled, "more than anything."

[Esme Russel]

Sometimes Esme felt incredibly guilty for keeping the fact that she had slept with Maxwell away from Jonathan. It'd been over a year since it had happened but he still deserved to know and suddenly the pressure to keep it a secret was too much and she just couldn't take it. She burst into hysterical sobs and hid her head in her hands while just repeating over and over that she was so sorry. How could he forgive her for this? "I.... I slept with Maxwell Manson when.... right after we started dating and I feel awful... I have felt so guilty since it happened because I'm such a whore but I swear that was all... I love you so much and I was so stupid back then. I just... I was selfish and scared and I felt like... I was only like ten weeks pregnant or something." She couldn't even look at him!

What if he decided that he wanted to divorce her over this? "Please forgive me ..... you know I would never ever ever do that to you again." She knew that he could easily take this and run but she needed to get it off of her chest once and for all. "Pleas don't leave me over this." She could barely speak because of her sudden hysterics. It was her damn pregnancy hormones and intense fear of abandonment. "I just want you to understand that it was a mistake and I was so stupid to do something so cruel to someone so special."

She had cheated in heartless awful ways in the past with no regard for the other people involved but she couldn't keep doing that. It was time that she faced up to her past and accepted real responsibility for her actions. "But I can swear that nothing happened when Dallas and I went to Maine after we broke up and nothing has happened with anyone other than you since we got back together. I live for you... I am complete with you by my side and I know the past matters to some extent but I just... I couldn't hide that anymore and please.... please don't be angry and hurt because everything you could say to me... I've already said it to myself at least a hundred times a day since it happened. I feel horrible every single day for what I did and I probably never will forgive myself."