Olivia’s Nightmare (Deleted Scene Around Chapters 10-13)
Requested: Yes / No (By @mbabystein)
Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader
Word Count: 2,249
Warnings: Child's nightmare, mentions of abuse, fluff, crying, anxiety
A/N: Hi this is a little bit of extra from Theirs. I loved writing it even though it broke my freakin’ heart.
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You spent weeknights at your mom and dad's house, and weekends with JJ and Olivia. Even though it wasn't a set agreement, you knew that during the week they had a routine and you hated to interrupt what they had going as a family. You loved being involved in their lives, you'd always loved JJ more than anything, and Olivia was an added bonus when you found out he had a child. You felt instantly drawn to the little girl with her father's bright blue eyes, but you knew you had to integrate slowly, not jump right in. After your first few sleepovers, and Olivia climbing into bed with you and her father in the early hours of the morning, you weren’t sure what to think because you’d never experienced this side of “family” and your hopes and dreams of becoming a mother were squashed by Michael at every turn.
It wasn't until the incident at the dock that you realized you were in deep with the father-daughter pair. As you laid in her father's bed following the panic induced slumber and she called you mommy with tears in her bright blue eyes, you realized that you meant infinitely more to the little girl than you had previously assumed. She wrapped her small arms around you as you cried, and by doing so she held your heart in her little hands as you both fell asleep with JJ sitting by your side, his calloused hands twirling the ends of your hair.
Her father had inadvertently done the same thing through his unwavering acceptance of your current state and his support. Your blonde best friend had matured to the point of softness, learning lessons from his horrible father about parenting, love, and grace for your child. The boy who had spent his teenage years drinking, smoking, and chasing tourons had settled down and was raising a daughter in the only way he knew- through a lot of love and a lot of patience. You fell in love with him young, but seeing him with his little girl melted your heart and rekindled the flame that you had all but extinguished when you moved away. You knew your baggage was heavy, bulky, and traumatizing, but JJ met you there and helped you pick it up and shoulder the struggles.
You never knew what was happening across town in the small apartment above the Post Office, but you regularly fell asleep with the pair on your mind as you tried to decompress from your days following Michael’s appearance, his actions, and the reaction you had to the situation. Even though you were starting to eliminate stressors in your life, new instances popped up regularly and you found your mind occupied.
When your phone lit up at 3:30 in the morning with JJ’s contact information and the picture you’d snapped of him and Olivia on the HMS, you were woken from your restless sleep in a panic.
Taking a deep breath and sliding across the screen with shaking hands, you mentally prepared yourself for terrible news.
Before the person on the other line could speak, you heard the small cries of your best friend’s little girl and your heart broke.
“Liv had a nightmare,” JJ said. “I hate to ask, but can you come over?”
As you were sleeping, JJ was wide awake in bed scrolling aimlessly through his phone. He found himself camped out on your Instagram profile, something he had previously assumed you’d deleted but only discovered he’d been blocked when you unblocked the Pogues on everything. A particular picture, one of you sprawled out on the beach in Cabo, caught his attention. He’d missed you endlessly, his mind constantly wandering to you and your safety.
As you phased out of his life, he tried to keep up with you on social media until he was unable. With a sigh, he swiped out of the application and rolled onto his stomach, his feet finding the empty space in the bed beside him. He missed you during the week, and he wanted to bring up you staying with him regularly but he wasn’t sure how it would be received.
You’d just gotten back, had your world rocked by your ex, and you seemed scared of his physical touch, so he didn’t want to ruin the progress he’d made. As he started to drift off to sleep, he was startled awake by whimpers coming from Olivia’s bedroom, an ear splitting scream eventually pulling him from bed and causing him to run down the hallway.
Sitting up in her bed, Olivia was crying with a red face and rapid breathing that reminded him of your panic attacks. In one movement, he scooped her into his arms and held her close, rocking her back and forth as he smoothed her hair.
“It’s okay,” he whispered. “Daddy’s right here, it’s okay. Shhhh, it’s okay.”
As she cried in his arms, he felt her tears soak through his old t-shirt and he pulled her close. Comforting his daughter was something he had to learn to do quickly, especially as an infant, but the bond he felt he shared with her was unwavering, even through nightmares.
“Mommy,” she hiccupped. “Mommy hurted.”
His heart clenched as he heard her say those few words. He knew she’d seen the scene on the docks, but he wasn’t aware that she remembered.
“Mommy’s at Mawmaw’s house,” he whispered. “She’s okay. I promise she’s just fine.”
“NO!” She screamed. “Mommy is hurt!”
With that, she began to scream and cry in his arms about her “mommy” who was hurt, even though he knew you were safe and sound at your house, more than likely asleep.
“Dat man hitted her,” she sobbed. “I wan’ mommy.”
His breathing hitched and he felt a lump grow in his throat as he held his trembling daughter who cried for you. The day Michael had shown up rocked all of your worlds, but he was unaware of the impact he would have on Olivia. He knew you were asleep, and that you had a busy day tomorrow, but she was inconsolable. Her sobs broke his heart and tears now pricked his eyes as snot dripped from her nose. She clung to him while crying for her mother and he had no idea what to do.
“Where mommy?” She cried. “She needs to bes here because she hurted.”
“She’s at her mommy’s,” he continued to explain to no avail. “Do you want to sleep in daddy’s bed tonight?”
"NO!" She cried again. "I WAN' MOMMY!"
He ran a hand through his hair as she pulled away from him with a sob and started crying again. He wasn't sure what to do because he didn't want to wake you up, but Olivia was inconsolable. She was still shaking slightly, and she was asking for you over and over and she cowered in her bed.
"Do you want me to call mommy?" He asked softly. "I will check on her and make sure she's okay."
"She comes hewe."
"Livvy, mommy's sleeping," he tried to explain but as the words left his mouth the tears began to flow freely down her cheeks.
"SHE BE HEWE!" She choked. "MOMMY!"
With shaking hands and his daughter now crawling back into his lap, he picked her up and held her close while walking back to his bedroom to retrieve his phone. Calling once with no answer, he attempted to soothe the little girl but to no avail. He tried twice, and then a third time, finally hearing your tired voice on the other end.
“Hello?” He heard your tired, panicked voice through the phone.
As he tried to answer, Olivia continued to cry. Pushing through the crack in his voice, he answered you.
“Liv had a nightmare,” He said quietly. “I hate to ask, but can you come over?”
You pulled yourself out of bed at his words after agreeing to be at the apartment as soon as you could. After throwing on sweatpants and searching for your glasses, you rushed out the door and sent your mother a text telling her what was happening. As you drove, your heart was racing. You wanted to get to Olivia as soon as possible and you wanted to make sure she was okay.
Pulling into the Post Office, your hands were a little shaky and you felt like your heart could beat out of your chest. You weren’t nervous for any particular reason, but the urgency in JJ’s voice as he was unable to console his daughter was heartbreaking. Without a second thought, you rushed up the stairs, found the spare key under the doormat, and unlocked the door.
“JJ?” You asked quietly. “Where you at?”
You walked down the hallway and peeked in Olivia’s room where you found him with his daughter in his lap trying to calm her. Sitting down on the edge of the small mattress, you took a deep breath.
“Hi, Livvy-girl,” you whispered.
“Mama?” She asked. “Mama you here?”
“Yeah, sweet love,” you soothed. “I’m right here, my girl.”
She climbed into your lap from her fathers and her small arms wrapped around your neck tightly as she realized that you were there with them. She was traumatized, her body shaking and her hands playing with your messy bun.
“He hitted you,” she cried. “The scary man.”
When those words left her mouth, your heart stopped and tears flooded your eyes and began to spill down your cheeks. You never wanted the trauma that Michael induced to impact JJ, Olivia, or any of your friends. Your heart ached as she recalled the events that even you worked to block from your memory.
“Oh love,” you cried. “I’m okay. I’m right here. It’s okay.”
You locked eyes with JJ who was crying quietly and leaned against the headboard of the toddler bed, and you allowed more tears to roll down your cheeks. You were paralyzed with anxiety and you weren’t sure what to say or where to go from here.
“He hit you,” she sobbed. “You felled down.”
“I know,” you shushed. “But daddy and Uncle John made it all better. I’m all better now and he’s never going to hurt me again. Pawpaw made sure of it.”
She sniffled as she relaxed in your arms, the comfort of your presence releasing her from the hold of her nightmare and she curled into your arms.
“He scawy man,” she explained. “Hims big and scary.”
“I know he is. But we are safe.”
“Daddy safe too?” She questioned.
“Daddy’s safe too.”
As you rocked the little girl back to sleep in your arms and her father rubbed your back comfortingly, you were overwhelmed by thoughts of your past relationship and how it was going to impact your future. You were terrified that Olivia’s one memory of him would haunt her, and you were scared that you would impact the dynamic of their family with your presence.
“Good night, little love,” you hushed as you tucked her into bed, JJ pulling you into the hallway where you collapsed in his arms.
Sobs wracked your body as you let the emotions flow freely. You were scared, hurting, and anxious and he could pick up on every change in you as you held Olivia. Picking you up, he carried you back to his bedroom where he placed you gently in bed and climbed in beside you. Instantly, you curled into his side with a hiccup and a sob, and he held you close.
“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” you sobbed. “I didn’t want him to come here.”
JJ wasn’t sure what to say so he pulled you a little closer and held you a little tighter as you cried into his chest.
“It’s okay,” he soothed. “It’s okay. No one is mad. Nothing’s wrong. It’s okay.”
“I’m ruining your life.”
“You’re not ruining anything,” he comforted. “You didn’t ruin anything.”
“He gave her a nightmare,” you choked. “He gave her nightmares about me being hurt and something happening to me. That’s not fair to her! It’s not fair to us!”
“It’s not fair to you two,” you continued. “You don’t need my shit.”
“Your shit? This isn’t your shit. It’s our shit now. You’re here. You’re my girl. I’m going to take care of you just like I should have been for a long time before this. I got you.”
As he whispered softly in your ear, you felt your tears slow, and then stop. Your eyes were puffy, and you moved yourself out of his grip to “clean yourself up” when you knew the tears would start again.
“It’s not your fault,” he whispered from the bathroom door. “He showed up and he acted like a dick. This isn’t your fault.”
As you splashed cold water on your face, some of it missing and soaking your shirt, you laughed dryly. He walked behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, his chin resting atop your head. With a sigh, you melted into his embrace as your bodies pressed together in the small space.
“Sometimes I need that reminder. The fact that my issues caused her so much pain breaks my heart,” you spoke softly. “I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing to apologize for. Sometimes a little girl just needs her mommy.”
“I’m glad I can be here for her.”
“I’m glad you’re here for both of us. We like having you here.”
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