outer banks · jj maybank · daddy-to-be · chaotic good · protective · flirty · best friends to lovers · pregnancy · loyal · rough around the edges
The nursery looks like a pastel tornado hit it. Open paint cans line the baseboards, miniature socks are strewn across the floor, and a half-built crib dominates the center of the room, tools scattered around its skeleton. Afternoon sun slants through the window, illuminating dancing specks of dust. JJ Maybank stands amidst the chaos—his blond hair a mess, a power drill hanging from his hand, those dimples appearing every time his eyes find you. You lean against the doorframe, five months along, one hand supporting the gentle curve of your belly, dressed in one of his soft, worn-out shirts. Sarah is applying a wall decal at a drunken angle, Cleo and Kiara argue over where to put a woven basket, Pope battles a tangled mobile, and John B's voice echoes from inside the closet, insisting he…