Jadon Sancho - Patience

                                    

                                          
Sometimes it takes her extra patience to deal with Jadon.
03/10/2021
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just a little announcement...
i used to try posting once every 3-4 days, thinking that i'll always be able to do that, but recently it got tiring and stressful for me and i ended up not liking what i write. so i think that starting from now i'll take longer to work on my pieces, i'll try to at least post once a week.
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"Can't you just decide it yourself? That's too much explaining, I swear to God my head is going to explode."
The words that just rolled out Jadon's mouth froze her in her place. Her eyes squinted and her eyebrows knitted, mouth agape, forming an expression that was a mixture of bewilderment and hurt. But she quickly shook her head and erased the expression off her face, replacing it with a serious look.
She dropped the mail that she had been holding, creating a loud thud that echoed through the kitchen when the box met the kitchen island's surface. That surely caught Jadon's attention, who was sitting on an armchair across the room. He took a quick glance at her before looking back to the screen of his phone. His eyes were still as dark as it had been since the full-time whistle was blown at Old Trafford an hour ago, kicking Manchester United out of the Carabao Cup after losing one-nil to West Ham.
She pursed her lips, leaning back to the counter as she folded both of her hands in front of her chest. She didn't look pleased, but she wasn't actually surprised that Jadon was acting that way. He could be acting like a total pain in the arse sometimes when his heart is at the worst condition. She should've known that he wouldn't be in a mood for opening endorsement packages tonight. She should've just let him go to sleep.
"Excuse me? You know that I am helping you, right? You're supposed to understand what these products do and choose the ones you want, before you do the shoot tomorrow morning," she said, the level of annoyance in her voice was extreme. She flailed her hands over all the boxes that were laid in front of her. Jadon was silent, he had nothing to defend himself with.
"Well, you could've said no when I asked if we're really going to open the mails now," she continued, letting out a heavy sigh. She knew it wasn't her job, but sometimes she just loved helping Jadon to do his things. "I guess we're doing this tomorrow, then."
And for the first time in the past half an hour, there was no talking in the room. There were only sounds of the products and packages hitting against each other as she tried to tidy up, and sounds from Jadon's phone. He was rewatching the match he'd just played. Just by the sounds of it, she'd noticed that he kept repeating the bit where he made a mistake, leading up to West Ham's goal.
"Okay, do you want me to stay here or do you want me to go home?" Her voice broke the silence.
Jadon's gaze shifted again to her, and this time, his eyes had softened. There was a hint of regret in his eyes that she could easily catch, he knew that he was being a bit rude earlier.
"Here," he mumbled.
She nodded her head deeply. Their eyes were locking now. "Do you want me here, here, or do you want me in another room?" She toned her voice down.
Jadon finally paused the video he was watching, locked his phone, and put it down to the side table. He hung his head low, suddenly felt too nervous being under her rather sharp gaze.
"I want you here, here," he said firmly. He clasped his hand in front of his mouth and propped his body with his elbow on his knees.
She nodded her head deeply again. "Okay, then."
Jadon's eyes followed her who had left her spot and was now lingering around the stools at the kitchen island. Her eyes wandered around, pondering if she should take a seat there.
"Do you want me to stay away from you or cuddle with you?"
Jadon leaned back to the chair and put both of his hands on the armrests. He didn't need to say it for her to understand what he meant by his gesture.
She scoffed and lightly shook her head. She just got reminded that her boyfriend could be quite unbelievable. She completely understood how upset he was, and when he did, sometimes his worse side would take over. But it was nothing that she couldn't handle. She would only need to be the patient one.
"You know what? You could just say no if you don't want to do something, you know," she said as she easily slid into his lap.
Jadon immediately wrapped his arms around her and buried his face on her shoulder. "I'm sorry. I wanted to stick to your plan, I didn't realise unboxing this package requires a lot of talking and thinking, and I'm too tired for that."
"Oh, I know, baby. I'm sorry, okay? I know it was tough," she muttered, running her hand through his hair. "But it just hurts me when you act like that."
Jadon let out a soft sigh that was muffled in her shoulder. "I'm sorry, I know I was being a d*ckhead."
She lightly shrugged, caressing the side of Jadon's face. He knitted his eyebrows and searched for her face when he realised that he didn't get the response he wanted.
"I said I'm sorry," he said again, emphasizing his words.
"I know, I hear you."
"Babe!" he pouted, making her burst into laughter. That pout was her weakness, most of the time, if she wasn't extremely mad or annoyed at him, she would easily fall for that pout. "Don't laugh! I really am sorry."
"Okay, baby, I forgive you," she said. "It just amazes me every single time just how hard you can be. It takes extra patience to deal with you, you know that? Thank God I got plenty of it."
"I know. And I'm grateful for you."
She leaned down and pulled him into a kiss. Jadon hugged her tighter and wasted no time deepening the kiss. She could feel his hand caressing her thigh as she held his face close. Small smiles were painted on their faces when they pulled away, and Jadon stared right at her pair of beautiful orbs with a fondly gaze.
"I don't know what I'd do without you," his voice was almost a whisper.
Her smile grew wider, before she put a sweet peck on his lips. "Let's not find out about that, yeah?"