Jackson Fuller House Novels & Stories

"Mommy, but you said I was a great cook! When I cooked for you with Auntie Sarah!" Jackson snorted and I looked up to glare at him. He cast his eyes downward and pretended to be all guilty and apologetic while covering up his atrocious snort as a cough. I looked back at my daughter whose eyes were big and her lips trembling. "You had a really good assistant back then. Daddy here is the kind of person who burns water." I sighed and then turned to peep inside the house. The sprinkler system had been cut off automatically. Well, duh, this was Jackson Reign we were talking about. Of course, he had the latest technology installed in his house.

They sing and chant, diminishing my desire with every syllable that falls from their lips. I move away from the bathroom, sulking to the far side of the room to stand beside Dad who engages a man in conversation. When Seth emerges from the shower, a white towel hanging low on his slim hips, he casts me an exasperated look. I shrug my shoulder and he rolls his eyes, pushing his fingers through his wet hair, sending droplets of water in every direction. "We're all going to Klein's Bar tonight!" Jackson announces, pulling Selena against him. She smooths her hand against his chest and beams up at him, her eyes glistening with happiness. "Get your dancing shoes on, ladies and gentlemen."

Disappointment. Liam was the first to speak. “Should I—?” “No,” Avery snapped, wiping under her eye quickly. “Let him go. He’s acting like a man-child.” “Still,” Sinclair muttered, staring at the empty doorway Jackson had vanished through, “that boy needs fixing before he tears this family apart.” Mr. Maddox’s voice echoed faintly from the hallway. “Jackson!” Jackson, already halfway to the garage, stopped like a schoolboy caught skipping class. “Get back here,” his father said. “Now.”

” Trayton ~”Well, how is your ones? Jackson ~”Absolutely adorable and that includes the crazy wife.” Trayton ~”Don't let her hear you say that, she will whack your ass.” Jackson ~”Yes that I know all too well. She is my reason for phoning, she wants Anthony gone. When do you think you can do the job?” Trayton ~”Give me another week, I just want to get this house hunting out of the way.” Jackson ~”Good luck with that, that girl of yours is full of shit when it comes to picking things.”

He paused briefly before he continued to say, “Hmm… It’s only natural that you’re taking this so badly. You’re used to having freedom… Freedom that you gave up for Tiffany. You think you signed up for a life of two… then, all of a sudden, a child appeared. It’s normal that you can’t find your bearing. It’s all very reasonable. Hey, if you can’t take it, why don’t you ask your mom to care for Plato? I thought she’d be beyond elated given the chance.” Jackson became noticeably glum. “You really think that I haven’t thought about that? Here’s the thing. My house used to be a place for only me and Tiffany. Now, in addition to that little rascal, my mom is staying with us as well! Holy sh*t, I’ve

Little ones scamper between adult legs, food covers every available surface, and several conversations are occurring simultaneously. A shoulder bumps into mine. “You must be Taylor.” A deep male voice announces. “This is my wife Martha. I'm James, and somewhere are four little ones.” I choke on my beer. Four kids? They have four kids? They are our age and already have four kids. “Breathe,” Jackson prompts as he delivers chicken and chops from the grill. “James, how did you stupefy our dear Taylor so quickly?” “Dude,” James teases. “I just introduced mi familia.”

Jackson smiled at his upside down face then leaned over him to kiss him. “You’re sure you want to do this?” Jackson asked. “I do. Liam and Zain have this place under control. Kia’s moved in with Belle. My family have their own lives. I want a place that’s just for us.” Jackson breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted change. He needed change. He was sick of spending so much time hiding out in their room. Wren crawled up to get on the bed with him. Jackson laughed as Wren’s nose found it’s home in the crook of his neck. “Should we let them know?” Jackson asked.

And then someone knocks on the door. “Sorry to interrupt,” Weston calls from behind the door, “but I need the kid soap.” Quinn and I untangle. “Right now?” Quinn asks. “Yeah. Jackson threw up all over himself and he has a thing about getting shampoo in his eyes.” Quinn picks up the bottle, shakes off as much water as she can and tosses it by the door. “You can grab it,” she calls. The bathroom is a jack-and-jill style, with doors going to both Quinn’s old room and the one Jackson stays in. Wes opens the door just a crack and grabs the soap for Jackson.

“You said it yourself, Harold, Alyson and Jim are smart. I’m sure they’ve discussed everything. It’s overwhelming for us all, and getting worked up isn’t going to help anything, especially with Alyson having morning sickness.” Jackson looks up from the phone. “You sick, Aunt Winnie?” “No, I’m okay,” I tell him with a smile. If my kid turns out to be half as sweet as him, we’ll be just fine. “Why is Papa mad?” he asks, turning around to look at Weston, who doesn’t know how to answer. “He’s not mad,” Weston finally says. “Why don’t you go play in the living room?” “Okay,” Jackson says and slides off Weston’s lap. He runs around to Jim. “Play trucks with me?”

I whisper, coming closer to Mike, but Jackson clears his throat. “Jessica, I need you to step back.” I chuckle, moving closer to Mike, and shake my head, “Jackson, I will respect the fact that you want to get to know Mike, but I am still the older sister. I promise not to kiss Mike in the house anymore until you like him, but can we hold hands?” Mike smiles at me and then looks at Jackson, “I brought that new movie too. The action-adventure one about the jungle.” Jackson smiles, not even trying to hide it anymore, “Holding hands is fine,” he says as he loads up his plate with pizza, “But Julie and I get the couch. You two can sit on the floor where we can keep a close eye on you.”