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Assistant: Title: Jarah Oneshots
        Author: crelia22 crelia22 
        Chapter: 1/11 
        Summary: A collection of Jarah centered one shots (mostly about baby Valerie)
        Contents: Chapter 1: Two Going On twenty
    

    


  

  
  
    
    It was a cool evening in the Outer Banks, the kind of night where the wind had a bite to it, but the soft smell of saltwater lingered in the air. The sun had long set, leaving behind a sky full of stars that glittered like tiny diamonds scattered over the ocean. The peace outside, however, was far from what was happening inside the Routledge family home.John B. and Sarah sat on the couch in the living room, both exhausted. The room was dimly lit, with only the soft yellow glow of a lamp casting shadows on the walls. Their two-year-old daughter, Valerie, had just been put to bed after yet another grueling battle. They had hoped that maybe tonight would be different, but it was the same as always—a series of meltdowns, screams, and stubborn refusals to listen.“She's two going on twenty,” Sarah muttered under her breath, rubbing her temples with the heels of her hands. The weight of her words felt heavier than usual. She missed the days when Valerie was smaller, when everything seemed simpler and sweeter. Valerie had been an angel as a baby—so calm, so quiet. But now? Now, it seemed like every day was a struggle.John B. sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. "I feel like we’re losing her sometimes," he confessed, his voice thick with frustration. "It’s like... she’s this completely different person."Sarah glanced at him, her expression softening. "I know. And I hate it. I hate having to be the bad guy all the time. I hate disciplining her. She’s so... I don’t know. I just miss the sweet little baby she used to be." She swallowed, blinking back the hint of tears that threatened to spill over.John B. reached over and took her hand. "Me too. But we’re doing the right thing. She’s not going to hate us forever, right?"Sarah didn’t answer right away, the doubt creeping into her mind. Of course, she loved Valerie with every fiber of her being, but she couldn’t help but feel like she was failing her somehow—like she wasn’t the mother she wanted to be.“I hope not,” she whispered.---It had started earlier that evening, right before bedtime. Valerie had refused to eat her dinner, screamed when Sarah tried to get her into the bath, and then, of course, had thrown a tantrum when it was time for bed. She didn’t want to wear her pajamas, didn’t want to brush her teeth, didn’t want a story before bed, and most definitely didn’t want to be left alone in her crib.“We have to be firm with her,” Sarah had told John B. earlier as they wrestled Valerie into her night clothes, the two-year-old fighting them every step of the way.“I know, but it’s so hard,” John B. had replied, trying to keep his voice calm. "She's just a kid. But she knows how to work us already."“I just don’t want to be the bad guy every day,” Sarah had said, her voice cracking a little. She hated hearing the words out loud, but they were true. Discipline had never come naturally to either of them.After a few rounds of the usual routine—some stern words from John B., a timeout, and a final warning—Valerie had been put into her crib without a story. Her big, tear-filled eyes stared up at them as they closed the door gently behind them.Back in their room, the silence was heavy. The faint sound of Valerie’s muffled sobs slipped under the door, making Sarah’s heart ache.“I hate this, John B.,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I just want her to be happy. Why does it have to be like this?”John B. wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. “We’re doing the best we can. She’s just testing boundaries. It’s normal. She’ll get through it. We will, too.”But it didn’t feel normal. It felt like everything was slipping through their fingers.---In the middle of the night, Sarah was jolted awake by the unmistakable sound of crying—soft and broken, yet desperate. Valerie.She shot up, her heart racing. John B. stirred beside her, still half asleep."She’s crying," Sarah said urgently, already pushing herself out of bed. "I need to check on her."John B. groaned but followed her, his feet dragging as they walked to Valerie’s room. The crying grew louder the closer they got, and when Sarah opened the door, her heart broke all over again.Valerie was sitting up in her crib, clutching her blanket with both hands. Her face was streaked with tears, and her little lip trembled as she cried softly.Sarah’s heart melted at the sight. All the frustration, the anger, the guilt of earlier melted away as she saw the vulnerability in her daughter’s eyes.“Hey, baby, what’s wrong?” Sarah cooed, her voice gentle as she approached Valerie’s crib.Valerie’s tear-filled eyes locked onto hers, and she sniffled, shaking her head. “Bad dream,” she whimpered.Sarah’s heart shattered into pieces. “Oh, sweet girl, I’m so sorry.” She reached in and picked her up, cradling her against her chest. Valerie’s tiny arms clung to her, the warmth of her small body filling Sarah with comfort.John B. watched from the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. His face softened, and he gave a slight nod, silently agreeing with Sarah. They’d been hard on her tonight, but this—this was different."Do you want to sleep with us?" Sarah asked softly, brushing her hand through Valerie’s messy hair.Valerie nodded eagerly, sniffling. “Please.”Sarah glanced at John B., who met her gaze with a soft smile. The exhaustion from earlier was still there, but now there was a sense of understanding between them. They had been hard on Valerie, but she was still their little girl, and she needed them now more than ever.“Come on, sweetheart,” John B. said, his voice full of warmth as he pulled back the covers on their bed. “You can sleep with us tonight.”Valerie climbed into the bed between them, and Sarah and John B. snuggled in beside her. Valerie’s small body curled up against Sarah, her little hands gripping the blanket as she drifted off to sleep.For the first time that day, Sarah felt a sense of peace. She stroked Valerie’s hair, her heart full of love and relief. In the quiet of the night, she realized that it wasn’t just Valerie who needed comfort—it was them, too. They needed each other.John B. squeezed her hand, his eyes soft as he leaned in to kiss Valerie’s forehead. “She’s gonna be okay, Sarah. We’re doing our best. We just have to ride this out.”Sarah smiled, her eyes moist with unshed tears. “I know. I just... I just love her so much.”“We both do,” John B. said, wrapping his arm around Sarah. "And she loves us. Even when we have to be tough."They settled in, the three of them wrapped in warmth and love, and for the first time in what felt like ages, everything felt right. Tomorrow would come with its challenges, but for now, they were together, and that was all that mattered.---The early morning light filtered through the cracks in the curtains, gently waking Sarah from a dreamless sleep. She blinked, momentarily disoriented, before realizing she wasn’t alone in bed. Her arm was draped across Valerie, who was still nestled up against her, her tiny body warm and soft. John B. was on the other side, his arm around Sarah, his steady breathing filling the quiet of the room.The night had passed peacefully, and for the first time in weeks, Sarah felt a quiet sense of relief. Valerie, who had been such a whirlwind of tantrums and meltdowns just the night before, had been the picture of calm in the bed between them. She had clung to Sarah’s side, her tiny hands wrapped around her mother’s fingers, the soft rhythm of her breathing matching the lull of the morning.Sarah glanced down at her daughter’s peaceful face. Valerie’s small lips were parted slightly, her dark lashes resting on her cheeks. It was the same peaceful expression she had as a baby, before the terrible twos had taken hold of her. The innocence, the sweetness, the softness that Sarah had been missing so desperately in the last few months—here it was, just a few inches away from her.Sarah’s chest tightened with a mixture of gratitude and longing. She didn’t want to let go of this moment. It felt like the kind of moment that would pass too quickly, and before she knew it, Valerie would be outgrowing her need for cuddles, for comfort, for her.Her gaze shifted to John B., who was still asleep, his hand gently resting over Sarah’s. There was something about the way he looked when he was at peace that made everything feel okay, even when life was chaotic. They had been through so much—so many ups and downs. And now, with their little family, they were facing another challenge, but it didn’t feel as heavy when they were together. No matter what came their way, Sarah knew they would find a way through it, as long as they stuck together.Her thoughts were interrupted when Valerie shifted slightly, letting out a small, contented sigh as she nuzzled closer to Sarah.“Mama,” Valerie whispered, her voice soft and groggy with sleep. “I love you.”Sarah’s heart swelled in her chest, and she pressed a kiss to the top of Valerie’s head, her voice shaky with emotion. “I love you too, sweet girl. So much.”John B. stirred beside them, groaning softly as he woke up. He blinked a few times, adjusting to the morning light, and then slowly propped himself up on one elbow. He looked at Valerie, still cuddled up between them, and smiled faintly.“I’m guessing she’s not going back to her crib anytime soon,” he said quietly, his voice still rough with sleep.Sarah chuckled softly, her hand gently brushing Valerie’s curls. “No, I don’t think so.” She glanced at John B. with a smile. “But you know what? I don’t mind. Not today.”John B. stretched, his muscles creaking as he sat up. He rubbed his face, still waking up, then looked at Valerie with a soft grin. “Yeah. We both need this. We all do.”Sarah leaned back into the pillows, closing her eyes for a moment. For just this one morning, everything felt right. There was no rushing around, no schedules to meet, no battles to fight. It was just the three of them, together, in their little bubble of comfort.---A few hours later, Sarah found herself in the kitchen, trying to make breakfast while Valerie clung to her leg, still in her pajamas, her hair a mess of wild curls. The kitchen was small but warm, the sunlight pouring through the windows as the scent of pancakes filled the air.John B. was outside on the porch, fixing up a couple of things around the house. He had never been the type to sit still for long, always tinkering with something, making sure everything was in order. It was one of the things Sarah had come to love about him—his drive to make things better, to fix what was broken, to make sure their little family had everything it needed.“Mommy, I want pancake!” Valerie demanded, tugging on Sarah’s pant leg. Her voice, though still young, carried the kind of assertiveness that only toddlers could muster.Sarah smiled down at her daughter. "You’re going to get a pancake, honey. Just give me a minute, okay?"Valerie crossed her arms and pouted, giving Sarah a look of pure determination. "I want it now!"Sarah sighed, trying to hold back a laugh. She could feel the familiar pull of frustration starting to build, but she didn’t want to snap. Not today. She kneeled down to Valerie’s level, her voice gentle but firm. “I know you want it now, but it takes time to make breakfast, sweetie. You have to wait just a little longer.”Valerie didn’t seem convinced. She started to whine, her lower lip trembling, and before Sarah knew it, the tantrum was brewing. The familiar heat of guilt and frustration rose within her, the same feelings that had overwhelmed her in recent weeks whenever Valerie didn’t get her way. It seemed like she couldn’t win—if she gave in too much, she’d be spoiling her. But if she was too firm, she risked making Valerie upset.Sarah took a deep breath. “Valerie, we don’t scream when we don’t get our way. It’s okay to be upset, but we have to talk about it, okay?”Valerie’s bottom lip quivered, and her eyes filled with tears. Sarah's heart squeezed at the sight. She just wanted to scoop her up, let her have what she wanted, but she knew better than that.John B. stepped in at the right moment, his voice calm but authoritative. "Hey, kiddo," he said, walking into the kitchen, wiping his hands on a rag. "How about you sit down at the table, and I'll bring you the pancake when it’s ready, okay?"Valerie blinked at him, her bottom lip still sticking out. “No!”John B. crouched down to her eye level, his voice soft. “I know it’s hard, but we’ve got to be patient, Val. You’re going to get your pancake, but you’ve got to wait. Can you do that for me?”Valerie hesitated, then finally nodded reluctantly, her small hands crossing over her chest in a little huff.“That’s my girl,” John B. smiled, standing back up. He turned to Sarah, giving her a knowing look. “She’s testing us, just like we thought. But she’ll get through it. So will we.”Sarah’s shoulders relaxed a little as she smiled at him. "I just want to be the kind of mom she deserves."“You’re doing great,” John B. reassured her. "We both are."---The rest of the day was quieter. Valerie had her pancake and a couple of extra hugs from both parents. As the sun dipped lower in the sky, the three of them found themselves on the porch, the warm evening breeze gently brushing against their skin. Valerie ran around in the yard, giggling as she chased after a stray butterfly, her laughter a sweet melody in the air.John B. leaned back in his chair, his eyes following his daughter with a fond smile. "She’s going to be okay," he said quietly, more to himself than anyone else.Sarah nodded, her hand resting lightly on his. "I know. She just needs time. And so do we."They sat there, their hands intertwined, watching Valerie, knowing that the days ahead would come with their challenges. But for the first time in a long time, Sarah felt a sense of peace settle over her, the kind of peace that only came from knowing that, no matter what, they would face it together.'
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