Jane+ elder millennial + She/Her + ENTP & Gemini - so...a chaotic thot + Sarcastic AF + all my faves are problematic + Lover of Villains + Writer of FanFics and such + this is a dumpster fire + I love all the Seeds... but John the most...yes I am that kind of trash+ Icon Art by @lobanhart
when you play a game you haven't played in 15 years (KOTOR) and you see you first video game love (Carth) and you get this weird feeling like "damn I have missed you..."
Damn I have missed Carth and I can't even fully put it into words...
Hey 🤗 I once wrote asking for a request for the Pope about a reader with a child (the one where she gave birth young). I'm wondering if you'll write it because you expressed interest, but I also see that you won't write about teem mom... and I'm not pressuring you (I don't want you to take it the wrong way), I'm just curious.
I wish you a nice evening 🤗 all your stories are really wonderful, you have a huge talent ❤️💕
hi!
So I tried to write something with this and it was honestly not hitting right for me. I couldn't get things right (for me) and I just don't want to deliver something I am not proud of. So probably not. I am really sorry. It's a lovely idea I wish I could have been the right writer for it but I dont think I am. I hope you find someone who can do your idea justice 🫂
Hi Jane, do you have any guidelines for reqs, for example things you aren't willing to write. I don't think any ideas I have are within the realm of uncomfortable but I like asking fic writers before I send reqs anyway. Can be anything, like if you prefer to write fluff over angst etc x 💜
I will write just about anything the few hard lines I have are the follow.
I wont write massive age gap fics (I have some personal issues with a 50 year old man being with a woman in her early 20s cuz my ex left me and abandoned our son for a 22 year old) reasonable age gaps- 30s and 50 is fine. I know this is very specific but the emotional wound there is pretty fresh and I still am processing that personal trauma.
I am not a huge fan of angst with no comfort involved.
Teen mom stuff is hard for me to write mostly because I lack the lived experience to draw off of and I have friends that were teen moms and I don't ever want to do the struggles they went through injustice.
Chronically ill kids is another touchy subject for me, because I live that life and I write to escape. Having a kid with ASD or ADHD - i have no problem writing but not like a medically fragile kid.
These are fairly specific things which don't come up too often. But these are pretty much the big "no gos" for me personally.
okay BOLD statement here... but out of all of the Shawn Hatosy characters I have watched... you wanna know the one I would legit want to be my husband.
Like I would wife up Sammy in .3 seconds.
I dont even LIKE cops... 99% of the time I am ACAB...but I would make an exception for him. Legit ONLY him. I avoided watching this show for YEARS (my mom wanted me to watch it with her when it was airing) cuz I just don't like cop shows. I WAS MISSING OUT.
Listen I love them all... Pope particularly... but Sammy just feels like the most 'husband material' to me. Will probably eff around and write a series for him too... cuz I have free will.
Pairings: Jack Abbot x Dana's Niece!Reader (from my larger series 'The Future Mrs.Abbot')
Rating: T
Word Count: 2.5K
Warnings/Tags: Female Reader, WIFE!reader (yes that had be in capitals), post-partum reader, references a traumatic birth (not in detail), Girl Dad!Jack, Dad!Jack, Fluff with substance, Wholesome Dad!Jack content we need in these trying times, Butter the Golden Retriever's appearance, Jack being the good dad and husband we know he would be. Proofread but NEVER well as is my brand.
A/N: what started as a heatwave-induced random thought while buying an AC... has turned into this lovely little fluff one-shot. It is canonical to the fic but takes place in the future, so keep that in mind. It doesn't outright spoil anything I have planned for the future but it does reference that the reader had a difficult birth with Wren. Which I mean... this a The Pitt AU... OFC the reader is going to have a slightly dramatic birth. That I thought was given. Anywho... enjoy fluffy dad Jack content.
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To say that Wren came into the world with a dramatic entrance was a bit of an understatement. Well, actually a massive understatement. Nothing about how she was born was part of your birth plan to be honest. But, at the end of all of it both you and Wren came through it alright. You were perhaps a little worse for the wear, but seeing Jack hold his little girl for the first time healed something in you. You and Wren had to stay in the hospital for almost a week as you recovered, but the first few days home were worth everything.
Dana had taken Ian for those first few days as you were still healing from your C-section, which you were grateful for beyond words. She still brought Ian by every day for a few hours to spend some time with you, Jack, and his new baby sister, but everyone agreed that after everything that happened, you needed to take it easy as much as you could, and Dana and Benji were more than happy to take care of Ian for the first few weeks of his summer vacation.
Which left just you, Jack, Wren, and of course, Butter as the only ones in the house. Jack had just gotten out of the shower and had crawled back into bed with you and Wren. Butter was wedged at your side, his face resting on your hip as he gazed intently down at Wren, who was sleeping peacefully between you both. Jack reached up and scratched Butter behind the ear as he smiled softly over at you. You laugh softly to yourself as you look down at your little girl. “You see that?” You whisper as you glance up at Jack.
“What?” Jack asks as he runs his hand over the top of her head. “That she is perfect?”
You laugh softly. “No, she has your scowl when she sleeps.” You said with a little laugh as you leaned back into the pillows and watched as Jack looked down at Wren as she slept. You watched as he too, started to realize that your daughter, in fact, already scowled like him. “She is nine days old and already judging everyone.”
“She looks like me, that’s all. There is no way that a newborn can scowl.” Jack protested as he rested his hand on her little belly, looking up at you. “She is a sweet, innocent little girl. She has nothing in the world to scowl about yet.”
You chuckled softly and shook your head, “Have you heard her scream when she wants fed? She apparently has something to scowl about then.” You point out as you raise an eyebrow.
“Her stomach is the size of a walnut. She probably thinks she is starving. I would scream blood murder too.” He pointed out as Wren scrunched her face up in her sleep, looking like she was frowning at the mere suggestion that she was anything but a perfect angel.
Shaking your head, you ran your hand through your hair as watch Jack valiantly try to defend your daughter. “You are not helping my observation that she is just a tiny you.”
Jack smirked as he shook his head, positioning himself leaning against the headboard before he lifted Wren from her spot next to you. As soon as he picked her up, her little legs pulled towards her stomach as he head tilted back slightly. Jack instantly smiled and whispered. “You still think you are in mama’s belly all scrunched up?” His whole tone changed when he spoke to her. It was softer, like he was constantly in awe of the tiny little life he helped create. He nestled her against his chest as he pressed his lips to the top of her head. “Do all babies smell this good?” He asked softly as he glanced over at you, as you were lying with your hand resting on Butter’s back.
You chuckled softly. “Well, she did get a bath last night, and I changed her diaper when you were in the shower, but I think part of it is because we are supposed to want to keep them close to us because they are completely helpless when they are little.” You muse as you watch him run his hand down Wren’s back as she lets out a little yawn.
“Did Ian smell this good when he was a baby?” He asked.
“Yeah.” You start slowly. “He was bigger than her, though, twice as clingy. Never wanted to put down. He had colic and Josh just refused to help with him.” You murmured. You didn’t want to bring up Josh. He was the last person in the world you wanted to think about but it was hard to think about Ian as a newborn without thinking about how different he was to how Jack was. Josh barely held Ian, let alone changed a diaper or got up in the middle of the night when he woke up crying, as Jack did.
Jack glanced over at you as he ran a finger across Wren’s knuckles absentmindedly as he listened to you speak. “How could he not want to spend every moment with his son?” Jack questioned softly. You knew it was because in his mind, there was no place else he would rather be than lying in bed with you and the dog with Wren sleeping comfortably against his chest. “All I want to do is hold her, love her, protect her.”
“That’s because you are a good dad, and you have been for a while now even before she was born.” You point out softly as you scoot a little closer to him and rest your cheek on his shoulder.
You both sit quietly watching Wren as she slept for a few moments. Noticing how her little hand curled around Jack’s finger as he let out a soft huff. “What was Ian like when he was this little?” Jack asked as he glanced over at you for a moment.
A smile grew on your lips. “He was a mama’s boy, wanted to be held all the time. He loved to be swaddled. I used to babywear him, too. He didn’t like it at first, but I think that was because I had no idea how to use the wrap thing right. Once I watched like 6 YouTube videos and practiced with a stuffed animal, it was his favorite place to be. It let me be able to use my hands finally.” You recalled those first few months when you were consumed by exhaustion and the frustration of having to do everything by yourself while your son’s father sat in the next room.
“He really didn’t help you?” Jack questioned, a little dumbfounded at the idea.
You shook your head. “No. I came home from the hospital after giving birth, and he asked me to make dinner.” You confessed as you kissed his shoulder. “I made Hamburger Helper one-handed while I breastfed Ian 72 hours after giving birth.”
Jack let out a disgusted scoff. He had barely let you do anything since you were discharged. He handled everything with the dog, brought you food upstairs, he even helped you get into the shower last night while Wren was asleep in your bedroom. “He’s is such a piece of shit,” Jack grumbled as he turned his head and pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head. “You and Ian deserved better.”
Without missing a beat, you whisper. “We have better.”
Jack smirked over at you before Wren started to squirm against his chest. “Oh are we bothering you, little bird?” He questioned softly as he patted her bottom. “Do you need complete silence to rest? Joke's on you, when your brother comes home, you aren’t going to know a moment’s peace.” Wren scrunched her face as she nuzzled her face against his chest. “Well, sweetheart, you are just going to have to get used it.”
You chuckle softly as you lean back against his pillow. “We should really tell Dana to bring him home. He has to be driving her and Benji up a wall.”
“You need a couple more days, at least till you go get the stable out.” Jack said in a gentle but firm tone. “I have a few more weeks of paternity leave and I already put in to take another month of leave after that so we can get into the swing of things.”
“You really are going to take two months off work?” You question softly. “Can we afford for both of us to be off work for so long?”
“We will be fine,” Jack reassures quickly. “Trust me, we will be fine.” He shifts Wren slightly as he turns to look at you. “We have savings, my pension from the Army, and it’s paid leave. Baby, we are going to be comfortable for the next few months so we can actually enjoy Wren when she is this little and for you heal. Hell, if you didn’t want to go back to work. We would be fine.”
The idea of not going back to work never crossed you mind. “You want me to stay home? Be a housewife?” You question softly as you let out a little yawn.
“Baby, I didn’t say I want you to be some kept housewife, but you could be if you wanted to be.” He stated with a little smirk. “Or we could hire a nanny, and you can go back to work. It’s your choice.”
“But what do you want?” You asked softly.
“If it were up to me, and it’s not, I would like you to stay home with Wren till she is ready for preschool. The first few years are important. I am not exactly thrilled with the idea of hiring people to raise her, and while Dennis has been great with Ian he has to finish his residency and we can’t ask him to take on Ian and Wren.” You couldn’t argue with Jack’s logic, but you hadn’t really thought that this would have ever been an option. You were so used to working just to survive, and the idea that you were out of that life was still something you weren’t quite used to. “But at the end of the day, if you want to go back to work, we will figure it out.”
“And if I don’t?” You question as your eyes met Jack’s. “What then?”
“We will be fine. I own the house outright, my salary covers the bills and then some. Do you forget you married a doctor?” You let out a little laugh. “We don’t need to be millionaires. We would be comfortable.”
“My student loans.” You mention softly.
“Part of the bills.” Jack said simply. “We are not Bill Gates wealthy but we are far from hand-to-mouth. Take a couple of years. Enjoy being a mom if that’s what you want.” You smile softly as you rest your arm across his stomach and curl into him. “I just want you and our kids happy, don’t worry about the money. I’ll worry about the money. Worry about being Ian and Wren’s mom.”
You smile as you look up at him, “What if we have another?”
“Oh, we are not having another,” Jack said, firmly shaking his head. “I am not going through watching my wife and child almost die again. We have the picture-perfect family as is. Dog included.” He patted Wren’s bottom as he shook his head. “I am not about to tempt fate with another.”
“But don’t you want a son?” You question softly.
“I have one.” Jack responded without a moment’s thought. “Once we get you back on your feet, we can move forward with me adopting Ian. He will be an Abbot like the rest of us. My name will live on if that’s what you are worried about.”
You chuckle softly to yourself as you watch Wren begin to stir. “Maybe it was very fortuitous that I gave him the middle name of Jackson since he is Jack’s son…” You chuckle, and Jack just starts shaking his head unamused. “What, that was funny.”
“No, it wasn’t.” Jack sighed just before Wren let out a little squeak as her fists pulled closer to her face and she let out a soft cry. “Oh, Wren. What’s the matter, little bird?” He shifted so he was looking down at her, softly rubbing her back in small circles. “You hungry? It’s usually that you are hungry.”
“I did feed her two hours ago.” You point out softly.
“That makes sense.” He mutters before he places another kiss on the top of Wren’s head as he slowly lifts her up and hands her to you. “Sadly, feeding is still firmly in Mama’s court,” Jack notes as he settles her in your arms and with you even asking him he reached down towards the end of the bed and grabbed the U shaped pillow you used to help support her while you were feeding her and helped you get it situated before he scooted to the edge of the bed and began putting on his prosthetic. “Butter, come here. I bet you gotta go out and you don’t need to be pestering Mama while she is feeding your baby sister.” Jack said to the dog. “Also you probably need to go out anyway.”
You just smile over at him as you get Wren in place and start trying to get situated to feed her while she softly fusses in your arms. “It’s coming, I promise, Wren. Mama is just sore and not moving as fast as I used to.” You mutter just a moment before she finally latches and instantly quiets down.
Jack stands up and claps his hands. “Come on, Butter.” He calls and Butter does a big stretch before he reluctantly jumps off the bed and heads towards the bedroom door. “I will grab us something to eat while I am downstairs, what do you want?”
“Coffee.” You say with a laugh and Jack just starts shaking his head.
“You know that will just keep her up, and you both need your rest.” Jack points out softly. “How about some toast, maybe some scrambled eggs, hell, I will even make you an omelet.”
“With spinach and mushrooms?” You ask sheepishly before giving him a little smile.
“Whatever the mother of my children wants, she will get.” He pauses at the door. “Do we even have mushrooms?” He holds his hands up, stopping himself. “I’ll just run to the store. It’s five minutes…. Wanna go for a ride Butter? Let’s go for a ride.”
“Oh, Chocolate! Maybe some Ice Cream? Doritos.”
“Text me a list,” Jack says with a laugh as he walks out of the room with Butters wagging his tail excitedly.
You smile down at Wren as you run your hand over the top of her head. “I don’t think you realize yet how lucky you are that your daddy is your daddy.” You smile, perfectly content with your little family and the beautiful life that you were building with the man you loved more than words.
I kinda want to write a little one shot of Jack with baby Wren from my Jack Abbot x Dana's Niece Reader series even though the baby is still lile 4 chapters off from even being born...
I just want to write him being totally amused by the newborn scrunch and how she scowls like him in her sleep.
Would I be horrible for writing that so out of order. I know I should be writing the main fic... but new dad fluff is calling to me.
I need someone either to tell me to do it or yell at me to not to.
