Haley practically launched herself off the couch the second she heard Jack's voice outside the suite.
Phil opened his mouth, probably preparing one of his supportive father speeches, but Haley was already halfway to the door before he could get a single word out. She pulled it open and found Jack standing in the hallway, slightly out of breath, as if he had sprinted through half the resort to reach her.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Jack raised one hand immediately. "Before you say anything, I'm sorry."
Haley blinked at him.
He rubbed the back of his neck and let out a quiet sigh. "I'm sorry for running away."
"Good," She said.
"And honestly, it's kind of your fault for falling for that old trick."
Haley stared at him.
Jack pointed vaguely over her shoulder. "You looked."
"That is not the point."
"I know it's not the point."
"You actually ran."
"I know."
"You pointed at nothing."
"I panicked."
"You Scooby-Doo'd me."
Jack winced slightly. "Yeah, that one sounds worse when somebody else says it."
Behind Haley, Phil quietly rose from the couch and looked between them with the awkward caution of a man realizing he had wandered into emotional weather without an umbrella. "Okay, I should probably leave."
Neither Jack nor Haley acknowledged him.
Phil glanced around the room, then called toward the bedroom, "I'll be right there if you need me."
A second later, he disappeared into the bedroom.
Jack looked back at Haley, and the humor in his face faded into something softer. "I wasn't running away from you."
Haley crossed her arms automatically. "It really looked like you were."
"I know."
She studied him for a moment, and now that the first rush of anger had settled, the nervousness on his face became much easier to see. It was not fear or regret. It looked more like the anxiety of someone trying to explain something important without choosing the exact wrong words.
Jack stepped a little closer. "I do want to live with you someday."
Haley's expression shifted despite herself.
"I do," he repeated quietly. "That's not the part that scared me."
"Then what did?" She asked.
Jack exhaled slowly. "The timing."
Haley stayed silent as he glanced briefly toward the floor, then looked back at her.
"We're nineteen," he said.
She nodded once.
"You've finally started building your career."
She nodded again.
"And mine is still completely insane."
That part was hard to argue with.
Jack let out a small laugh, though the sound carried more exhaustion than amusement. "Half the time, I wake up and need ten seconds to remember what city I'm in."
A tiny smile threatened to appear on Haley's face, and Jack noticed it immediately. Encouraged, he continued before either of them could lose the fragile opening between them.
"You're finally getting opportunities you worked really hard for. You're growing, you're becoming successful, and I don't want either of us sacrificing that right now."
Haley's arms slowly loosened. 'Dad was right. He was thinking about our future. Aww... He's so sweet. I love him so much.'
Jack stepped closer again, keeping his eyes on hers. "I love you."
The words came naturally, without hesitation or doubt, and something in Haley's expression softened immediately.
'I love you too,' She thought.
"I love you enough to think long-term," he continued. "Right now, we should be building our lives. Careers, stability, something solid enough to stand on when life decides to stop cooperating."
Haley listened carefully.
"If one of us stumbles someday," Jack said, his voice quieter now, "I want the other one to be strong enough to help carry the weight."
The last trace of humor disappeared from his face.
"And I don't mean just us."
Haley's breath caught slightly.
Jack smiled faintly. "I mean our future family too."
For a moment, the surroundings felt impossibly still, with even the distant sound of the ocean fading somewhere beyond the windows.
Jack took another step forward. "I don't want us rushing into something just because we're happy, even though we are ridiculously happy."
That finally pulled a real smile from her.
He smiled back. "I want us to do it when we're ready. I want us to build something together without giving up the things we worked so hard for."
Haley looked down for a moment as the pain she had felt all afternoon started to fade, which annoyed her a bit. This was so typical of Jack: he was thoughtful, careful, and responsible, making it hard for her to stay really angry at him.
When she looked up again, he was still watching her with that same nervous patience.
Jack took a breath. "There's one more thing."
Haley narrowed her eyes immediately. "Oh, God."
"Don't react yet."
"Jack."
"I'm serious."
"Jack."
He laughed nervously, then reached forward and took both of her hands. His voice softened as his thumbs brushed lightly over her fingers.
"In four or five years," he said, and Haley went completely still before he squeezed her hands gently, "I'm going to propose to you."
For a moment, Haley's brain simply stopped working. She stared at him in complete disbelief, blinked once, and then stared again as if the words might rearrange themselves into something less shocking.
Jack's concern grew with every passing second. "That wasn't supposed to be the scary part."
"You…" Haley pointed at him, then seemed to lose track of the sentence halfway through. "You…"
Jack looked genuinely alarmed now. "Should I have started with that?"
"You have a timeline?"
"A rough timeline."
"You planned this?"
"I plan everything."
"YOU HAVE A SCHEDULE FOR PROPOSING TO ME?"
Jack laughed despite himself. "Not an actual schedule."
"You absolutely have a schedule."
"I might have a notebook."
"Oh my God."
His smile softened again. "Haley."
She looked at him, still half-stunned and half-ready to hit him.
"I don't know exactly where we'll be in five years," Jack said quietly. "I don't know what kind of actor I'll become, and I don't know how far you'll go in fashion, though I know you're going to go further than anyone expects. But wherever life takes you, I want to be there cheering the loudest. And wherever life takes me, you're the person I want standing beside me."
'You're going to make me cry. Please stop it.' Haley's eyes immediately filled with tears. "Seriously?"
Jack looked genuinely confused. "Did you think I was dating you for fun?"
A laugh escaped her through the tears, followed by another one, and then she smacked his arm hard enough to make him flinch.
"Ow!"
"You idiot!"
"I apologized already."
"You ran away!"
"I came back."
"You pointed at nothing!"
"You looked!"
"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!"
Jack could not stop laughing, and a second later, neither could Haley. The whole argument collapsed under the weight of their own ridiculousness until she threw her arms around him, and Jack caught her instantly.
This time, there was no spinning, teasing, or clever escape plan waiting in his back pocket. There was only relief as Haley buried her face against his neck and held him tightly.
"I love you so much," she whispered.
Jack closed his eyes briefly and hugged her closer. "I know."
She hit his shoulder again immediately.
"Don't get cocky."
Jack grinned against her hair. "Too late."
For the first time since the beach café, Haley felt completely at ease again. The future was not something Jack had been running from after all. It was something he had already been carrying carefully in his head, shaped with plans, nerves, hope, and one very dangerous notebook.
He had only needed a little push.
Preferably one that involved significantly fewer emotionally aggressive girls asking questions at the same time.
....[Later that night]....
After dinner, the resort bar lounge had settled into a quieter rhythm. Most of the evening crowd had drifted toward the beachfront walkways, private balconies, or late-night entertainment scattered around the property. Soft jazz floated from hidden speakers while warm amber light reflected off polished wood and glass.
Phil sat comfortably in one of the leather chairs near the corner, turning a short glass between his fingers. Across from him, Richard leaned back with the relaxed posture of someone finally enjoying a rare peaceful moment after weeks of planning events and entertaining guests. For a while, neither man spoke, letting the quiet rhythm of the ocean rolling beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows fill the space.
Richard took a slow sip of scotch, and Phil followed suit before lowering his glass and shaking his head slightly. "You ever feel like Jack is way more mature than he should be?" Phil asked.
Richard glanced at him over the rim of his glass, but Phil didn't wait for an answer. "I mean, seriously. He's nineteen."
Richard chuckled.
"When I was nineteen, I thought buying matching socks counted as life planning," Phil continued, leaning back with a grin. "I'm serious. Most teenagers that age bounce from relationship to relationship, party every weekend, and pretend they have life figured out. Meanwhile, your son has a five-year relationship plan."
Richard nearly choked on his drink. "Oh, trust me. I found out about that today."
Phil's grin widened. "He told Haley he's planning to propose someday."
Richard rubbed his forehead. "Yeah. That sounds like Jack."
Phil nodded, impressed. "I don't think I had a five-year plan. Claire got pregnant, and I had to improvise and marry her. Things were moving so fast back then."
"Same for me. I was out on a business trip when Sarah called me with the pregnancy news. I cancelled everything, booked the first flight, and just... rushed to her house after the plane landed and married her. Then I realized, I don't even have a plan. So, I had to improvise," Richard said before taking a sip as he remembered those old days.
There was a moment of silence.
Richard spoke, "You know what's funny?"
"What?"
"Jack wasn't always like this."
Phil raised an eyebrow.
Richard nodded slowly. "He used to party a lot."
"Jack?"
"Oh yeah," Richard said with a faint smile. "He wasn't a bad kid... just… lost. Honestly, a lot of that was our fault."
Phil listened quietly.
Richard continued, "My wife and I were obsessed with work back then, with constant meetings, travel, deadlines, projects. We convinced ourselves we were doing it for our family."
Phil nodded. "A lot of parents do that."
"The problem was that somewhere along the way, our careers started getting more attention than our son. We didn't notice how much distance had built up until it was already there."
Phil remained silent. Richard's smile lingered, tinged with sadness. "Jack responded like a lot of teenagers do—parties, friends, distractions. Whatever kept him from dwelling on disappointment."
"What changed?" Phil asked.
Richard laughed quietly. "That's the strange part. One day he just… changed. He started taking everything seriously... school, work, family. He started talking to us more, helping more, making an effort. Somehow, he pulled all of us closer together again."
Phil smiled. "That's a pretty good kid."
"He is," Richard said, his smile fading into something more thoughtful. "But every now and then… it feels like I'm looking at a completely different person. Like he's Jack, but he isn't. I don't know if that makes any sense."
Phil understood immediately because he had experienced something similar with Haley. He leaned back and nodded. "Same thing happened with Haley."
Richard took another sip. "Really?"
"Yes," Phil pointed his glass at him. "That girl treated responsibility like it was a contagious disease."
Richard laughed, and Phil continued with a fond smile. "Parties, bad decisions, zero planning."
"Sounds familiar."
"Very," Phil said, softening. "Then she met Jack."
Richard nodded.
"Things began to change slowly," Phil said as he looked at his drink. "It didn't happen all at once. People often believe that change happens all at once, but it doesn't."
"Nope," Richard agreed.
"She started caring more," Phil added, voice carrying quiet pride, "about work, her future, herself and us."
Richard nodded. "I noticed that. She's responsible now."
Phil laughed softly. "Sometimes it's terrifying."
Richard grinned. "The growing-up part?"
"Exactly," Phil said, looking toward the windows. "You spend years teaching your kids how to become adults, and then one day they actually do it."
Richard raised his glass slightly. "And suddenly they look like completely different people."
Phil clinked his glass lightly against Richard's. "Guess that's what growing up looks like."
For a moment, neither man spoke. They simply watched the ocean outside, thinking about their children building futures neither could fully predict. And for the first time in a long while, neither father felt worried about where those futures might lead. They only felt proud.
Richard took another sip of his scotch while Phil finished his drink, smiling to himself.
"You know…" Phil began.
Richard looked over.
"If those two ever get married, I'm still doing a speech followed by a grand magic show."
Richard groaned. "Phil."
"I've already got material."
"Phil."
"There's also a callback involving a football," Phil added.
Richard shook his head. "Alright. Do as you wish. But indoor magic only."
"Really?" Phil looked a little surprised. He wasn't expecting him to agree with his plan so fast.
"Yeah. But you gotta teach me that coin trick first," Richard said, putting his glass down on the table.
"Deal," Phil agreed instantly.
--
[Meanwhile] [Jack's suite]
"Can I open my eyes now?" Jack asked. He was sitting on the bed with his eyes closed because Haley had prepared a surprise for him.
"Okay," Haley said, looking really excited. "Open your eyes."
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