One Timers

You and Jamie were perfect together and everyone seemed to recognize that. People from the team dinner you had just left had given you compliments on how naturally right you seemed to be. You had even heard the word 'soulmate' thrown into the conversation. His short witty remarks always kept you on your toes and he loved the way that you seemed to be know exactly what to say whenever he didn't. You and Jamie worked so well together, which made it that much more unusual to be sitting in uncomfortable silence in the slow Dallas traffic.

Jamie's hand wasn't resting on yours like usual, instead they were tightly grasping the steering wheel as he thought of ways to coax you out of your own head. And you weren't telling him about the latest team gossip like you usually would after a team dinner, too busy trying to answer the only question running through your mind. Why?

Jamie let out an exasperated sigh and removed a hand from the steering wheel. For a moment you thought he was going to lay it on yours but instead he ran it through his hair, a nervous habit you usually scolded him for. This time however, you remained silent in the passenger seat, staring out the window as if Jamie wasn't even there. He noticed this, but didn't say anything knowing how frustrated you were with the events that took place that evening.

Five more excruciating minutes of silence passed and it felt like Jamie's Range Rover still hadn't moved. You were memorizing the license plate on your right, trying to think of anything but the past 2 hours, when Jamie finally spoke.
"Supper was good, right?" It was a silly question. You knew he didn't really care about the dinner. In fact he had barely eaten any of his expensive pasta dish that evening.

"Fuck dinner."

Your remark took Jamie by surprise. He obviously wasn't expecting much of an answer, but you never were one to swear. Giving up on small talk Jamie drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and, to your surprise, placed one of his large hands on your knee.

"Talk to me." You didn't have to look at Jamie to know there was a pleading look in his eyes. You took a moment to gather your thoughts and swallow the anger that had been building inside you.

"It's just-" you began, feeling tears build in your eyes. "Three kids in three years? Who has three kids in three years?" And there it was, the thought that had been clouding your mind since appetizers had been served.

Jamie didn't know what to say. How could he? He was feeling just as angry and jealous as you were. Instead of speaking he squeezed your knee, letting you know he understood.

"I mean God," you continued. "They don't even want kids." The 'they' in this situation was Jamie's best friend and teammate Tyler and his wife Penelope. The couple had been married for just over two years and been together for four, making the sting of their growing family hurt that much more.

It's not that you and Jamie weren't happy for the couple, it just seemed unfair in the grand scheme of things that they would have children before you two. Jamie and you had been married for five years, together for seven and had been trying to get pregnant since your honeymoon. You just couldn't wrap your head around why it wasn't happening.

After no signs of a baby the first year, Jamie was tested to make sure that all of his parts were working and when the doctor assured him he was fine you went and got tested, receiving the same results.

You had crossed off factors like stress as your job was not very demanding of you and it definitely wasn't your environment as you had been living in Dallas for over 10 years. Nothing about the situation made sense, leaving both you and Jamie frustrated beyond belief.

"We can only keep trying (Y/N)." Jamie was trying to soothe you. He may have been driving but he didn't miss the way your fingers wiped the tears away from your cheeks.

His suggestion to keep trying made you scoff and remain silent in your seat. You'd been trying. In fact, you're pretty sure you've tried everything. You ate weird spices that were suppose to make you more fertile, wrapped yourselves up in confusing sex positions that people swore helped them get pregnant, you and Jamie had even tried in-vetro, but still received the same disappointing results.

Your lack of response had Jamie squirming in his seat. He removed his hand from your knee to once again slick back his hair.

"Sorry I brought it up." It was under his breath, a sincere apology that had you immediately bursting into tears. Shocked, Jamie stared as you completely crumbled in the passenger seat.

"I'm sorry. Baby please don't cry." God you hated that he was so nice. His sympathetic words had more tears leaving your body as you thought of what a good father he would make. "Do you need me to pull over? (Y/N) talk to me please. Tell me how I can help."

You took a deep breath in hopes to slow the tears. "Stop." It was the only thing you could think of. He just needed to stop. Stop apologizing and stop telling you things were going to be okay when they so obviously weren't.

"Pullover? Okay just let me-"

"No Jamie. I just..." And he was looking at you again, ready to give you what ever you needed. His brown eyes were filled with sadness and it took all his strength to keep both hands on the wheel instead of wrapped around his beautiful, broken wife.

You took a deep breath to gather your thoughts and looked out the window on your right.

"I need you to stop saying it's going to be okay and that we can keep trying. It obviously isn't going to happen so can we just... Can we just stop pretending like it is?"

For the third time that night you shocked your husband. He knew you were only saying this because you were tired and angry about Tyler and Penelope's news.

"You know what all the books and websites say (Y/N). It'll happen-"

"When it's suppose to happen. I know that but God it fucking sucks that Tyler and Penelope can sit down beside each other and pop out a kid nine months later."

Jamie smiled at your comment and shook his head. "We have time (Y/N). I know you want kids right away but kids or no kids I'm happy."

You looked to your husband and smiled at his kind words. You placed your hand on the centre console and he immediately took it in one of his.

"Sorry for being such a mess." The hand that wasn't clutched in Jamie's was wiping away the final few tears that threatened to fall. He didn't care what you looked like though, he just smiled at you and ran his thumb across your hand.

"I get it. I'm frustrated too, but there's nothing we can do but keep trying. Besides," Jamie said bringing your knuckle to his mouth and planting a kiss there. "We get to spend all this time making babies and I, for one, am definitely not complaining."

Notes

Kinda love this one. Requests are open, but to make a request you must request a player AND a scenario! Thanks for reading!