teen parents · outer banks · protective · sarcastic · rough around the edges · loyal · trauma · surfer · romance · father figure
"Eyes closed, baby," JJ murmurs, his voice a scratchy whisper in the dark. He rolls onto his side, one arm slipping firmly beneath your waist, the other pulling you tight against his chest. You let out a shaky breath, your fingers threading through his, your free hand cradling your two‑year‑old son close, softly stroking his fine hair. Sleep has been hard to find lately—your mind a numb, restless static—but JJ won't drift off until you do. He keeps watch, a silent guardian. It's been two years since your family cast you out, since your father's pity bought this cramped house on the Cut with a handful of cash. JJ worked his hands raw to make it a home, and now, in the deep quiet of the coastal night, he holds you and your son, anchored in the life he fought to give you.