would you ever do a pt. 2 to she’s gone? it’s been a few years since they had their son and she gets unexpectedly pregnant and maybe like it’s super emotional for them, but they still want to have this baby and like it gets even harder when they find out it’s a girl and Jack just has a tough time coping with all these resurfaced memories
and when she’s born, he’s completely in love with her and never wants to up her down, always doing skin on skin and teaching their son how to treat his little sister
pairing: jack hughes x fem reader
warning: mentions of sex, swearing, pregnancy and mentions of miscarriages
summary: you carry your rainbow baby since your miscarriage
“be good for your uncles baby, ok?” you smile, bending down to give brooks a tight hug, pressing a small kiss to his temple.
your little boy, who’s now 5 years old and going to a training session with his uncles for hockey before all the ‘big boys’ arrive.
“make sure to show them that new trick yeh buddy?” jack chimes in, brooks quickly going to hug his legs, before jacks bending down and pulling him in to a tight hug himself.
“i think that should be everything.” you smile, passing over his hockey bag to quinn, giving him and like a quick hug before they’re off driving down the street.
you and jack stand at the door, waving brooks off as you watch him drive away a big smile on his face. as soon as they’re out of view jacks closing the door with a smirk on his face.
your brows furrow in confusion for a moment before squealing in surprise as his arms wrap around your waist, hoisting you up into the air and over your shoulder.
“jack,” you yelp laughing breathlessly, fists pounding weakly against his broad back, “what are you doing?” you giggle before he’s arms tighten around your waist as he walks upstairs.
“baby, we’ve been at the lake house for four weeks and this is our first day alone.” he smirks smacking your ass hard enough to make you squeal.
he carries you down the hallway quickly entering your bedroom dumping you into the mattress your body bounding slightly as he stands overtop of you.
he was on you in an instant, fingers curling into the waistband of your sweatpants as he pulls them down, you helping him by kicking them away, leaving them in your panties
“so pretty for me baby,” he whispers, eyes taking your body, before his lips are attacking your neck, pulling your shirt over your head tossing it behind him somewhere.
“been thinking about this for weeks,” he sharers against your skin, his hands everywhere, palming your tits through your lace bra.
you arch up into his body as he pins you down against the mattress, hearing the scrape of his jeans against your bare thighs, mixing with your breathless moans.
he shoves your bra up impatiently moaning when your tits spill out. he bends his head down without hesitation, wrapping his mouth around a nipple, sucking hard. his free hand squeezing your other breast, thumb rubbing over your sensitive nub.
the pleasure shoots straight through you, straight down between your legs but it mixes with something else, a bit of pain. you push it to the back of your mind and enjoy the pleasure until you suck in a sharp breath as he tugs on your nub with his teeth, a ache arriving in your chest.
“jack-“ you gasp as he moans again, sliding a hand down into your panties, letting his fingers roam, “so fucking sexy baby.” he showers against your breast, even the warm air showing how sensitive your breast is.
his words make your whole body shiver but that pleasure is interrupted when another sharp ache hits you, as when he squeezes your breast, making you flinch hard, pulling away from him.
he pulls back immediately, moving off of you, as you pull yourself to sit up. you look to jack seeing his hair messy, slightly breathless and lips plump, but then see the concern over his face.
“hey, what’s wrong? did i hurt you?” he rushes out, guilt dripping in his voice.
you nod slightly, still panting, but your nipples we’re so sore. it felt like they had been bruised and jack was punching them.
“oh my god, baby, i’m so sorry,” jack gushes, pulling you into his chest, arms tight around your body.
“it’s fine jack, i think it’s just my period, im due soon-“ you start but freeze in the middle of your sentence. no, you couldn’t be.
“jack what’s the date?” you ask, quickly getting up, grabbing jacks tshirt he was just wearing and pulling it over your body.
“uh, it’s may 24th, what’s going on baby?” he asks, standing up quickly walking over to you around the bed as you start to pace.
“we were so careful, i can’t be.” you mumble to yourself before jacks hands find your cheeks, forcing you to look at him.
“baby, talk to me, your scaring me.” he says, eyes searching yours for some sort of answer.
“jack, i t-think i might be p-pregnant.” you stutter, feeling tears spring to your eyes. you see his eyebrows raise in surprise before hes pulling you into your chest, cradling your head, pressing soft kisses to the top of it.
“hey hey, it’s ok baby, we’re gonna be ok.” he soothes, pulling you back to wipe a few stray tears off your face, “we’re gonna go to cvs and grab a few pregnancy tests ok? brooks is gone for about another 5 hours so we’ve got time to figure this out ok? we’re gonna be fine.” he says, looking you in the eyes, you nodding hesitantly before he’s pressing his lips to yours.
“are you sure?” he asks, hands never leaving your face, his hold grounding you.
“i-i don’t know for sure,” you rushed out. “It just-the way my boobs hurt, and I’ve been tired, and” your voice cracks, the fear rising fast and sharp in your throat. after last time, you didn’t know if this was something you could go through again.
jack nods breathlessly, before moving to grab his clothes, sliding on some sweats and a tshirt before grabbing your sweats helping them onto you.
“it’s ok baby, we’ll figure this out.” he says, giving you one last hug before your ushered into his car, quickly driving to the closest cvs. his hand never leaves yours the whole time, his thumb rubbing small circles over your knuckles as you play with his wedding ring.
he pulls up into the cvs parking lot, turning to you serious face on.
“stay here ok? i’ll be quick.” he says, pressing a kiss to your lips before he’s out the car, quickly heading inside.
he grabs a variety of tests, not sure as to what he actually needs to get and what’s best. before he’s jogging out, sliders on, shirt half tucked in and hair messy and that’s when you realise it doesn’t matter what the tests says, you’re in this together.
in sickness and in health.
“ok baby,” he breathes out, getting back into the car, “i just got whatever was on the shelves, we’ll make sure we get the answer ok?” he says and you nod, blinking away tears.
the drive back felt like hours, jacks hand squeezing your thigh the whole time, reminding you that he’s there. 
you enter the leak house, heading straight upstairs to your bedroom again, jacks hands grazing your hips as you carry the paper bag as you enter the en-suite.
you stand frozen in the bathroom, paper bag in hand, staring at it like it might explode. jack comes up behind you, arms snaking around your waist and chest pressing against your back letting his head rest on your shoulder. you look up hands shaking, catching jacks eyes in the mirror.
“it’s ok baby, i’m right here.” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before he’s pulls away, turning you to face him by your hips.
he takes the bag from your grasp, opening one of the boxes and handing you a test.
“time to pee on a stick babe.” he says, voice slightly hoarse, but teasing just enough to make you laugh wetly.
you take the test shakily in hand as jack closes the bathroom door, locking it just in case before hopping up onto the counter as you sit on the toilet and try to pee.
it takes a while for your body to cooperate but finally you manage to pee, catching some on the stick before placing it on the counter.
he opens his arms, letting you walk in between his legs, holding you tight and close, burying your face into his chest. one of his hands cradles your head, the other rubbing up and down your back.
“two minutes.” you mumble against his chest, jack pulling out his phone.
“already got it on a timer baby.” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
you both stand there, jack swaying you slightly in a comfortable silence, his hand tracing circles over your back, his lips pressed against your temple.
the timer goes off of his phone making you jump slightly in surprise, before you pull away giving jack a small nod before he hops off the counter and going over to the test.
he walks over, shakily picking up the test and when he turns around you know exactly what the answer is by the look on his face. his eyes shining, his mouth trembling with a smile he is clearly fighting and failing to hold back.
“positive,” he says, barely breathing the word out. “you’re pregnant.”
a choked sob escapes your throat before you can stop it. jack crosses the room in two strides and catches you as your knees buckle, wrapping you up in his arms so tightly it feels like he is trying to shield you from the entire world.
you bury your face in his chest, tears streaming down your cheeks. joy. fear. grief. relief. jack holds you like he’s never going to let go.
“you’re amazing baby,” he whispers against your skin, “you’re so fucking strong baby, our little boy is gonna be a big brother.” he says a wet laugh coming out your throat.
a few weeks past and soon you’re belly is growing at an alarming speed, already being big at 20 weeks. you sit in the same bed at the lake house, swamped in jacks hoodies he paces with a small envelope in his hands.
Inside was the note from the ultrasound tech, one word written neatly in black ink.
he flops down next to you with a dramatic groan, burying his face in your shoulder for a second, as your fingers come to take through his hair.
he leans up kissing your temple before handing you the envelope, “i can’t open it,” he whispers before you both look down at it as your fingers open the small seal.
you slowly take it out and read it before a small gasp leaves your lips, reading the small print.
“a girl, baby we’re having a girl.” jack breathes out, voice wavering slightly. you look to him seeing happiness hidden behind something else.
“honey, what’s wrong?” you ask, cupping his cheek with a hand.
“i’m just so happy baby, a little girl,” he whispers his own eyes tearing up, “but i’ve been struggling lately,” he starts you nodding for him to continue, “what if you get hurt again? or what if something happens? i can’t loose you.” he whispers voice breaking at the end, before your pulling him close, his head burying into your neck, arms tight around your waist.
“i’m not going anywhere jack,” you whisper pressing a kiss to his temple before pulling away to look him in the eyes, “and the doctors have said, they’re being extra careful this time yeh?” you say him nodding, his hands grazing your belly, rubbing over your visible bump.
“our little girl,” he whispers, as he presses kisses to your stomach, your hand finding his hair again, as you giggle at his kisses.
telling your families was incredible. they were all so supportive, quinn and luke going into older brother protection mode over you whenever they could. with you carrying their niece, they wouldn’t let you do anything for the rest of summer before going back to new jersey, luke being extra cautious of you whenever you came to game with jack or events.
it is a regular game day for you, you make up his coffee, give him his good luck kiss before he’s saying goodbye to both you and brooks.
“love you buddy.” jack smiles, pressing amiss to brooks forehead before he’s off running back to the tv to watch his bluey.
“call me baby, ok?” he asks, kissing you hard but gentle, “if you even just feel a bit off ring me and i’ll be straight back here?” he says, hands brushing under your hoodie to caress your waist.
“i’ll be fine jack, i promise. just braxton hicks rig now.” you say, swaying slightly in your feet to help the pain in your lower back. he looks at you hesitantly before nodding, giving you one last kiss before shouting goodbye and leaving.
you settle on the couch, brooks crawling over to cuddle into your side hence it getting a bit late as you turn the tv over to the game just letting the pre game news play.
you watch as they eventually come out onto the ice for warmups, brooks lighting up when he saw his daddy on the tv, jack doing his small gesture, a hand to the heart meaning ‘i love you,’ a small thing he made up when you started dating on away games.
you start to notice a cramp in your lower stomach but brush it off as braxton hicks along with brooks laying about his entire body wait on your side as he was slowly falling asleep.
that was until the pain hit harder and faster, sharp and relentless. you try to breathe through it, to calm yourself, but the contractions are coming too quickly now.
the contraction hits again, hard and fast, and you doubled over, brooks sliding off of you.
“mommy, what’s wrong?” he asks and you hold a hand out, gently pushing the hair out his face.
y can feel the tears threatening to fall, but you push them away, trying to stay calm for him.
“mommy’s okay, sweetheart,” you say, breathing through the pain. “just a little bit of pain, but everything’s going to be okay.”
brooks’s brow furrows, clearly not convinced. He hops off the sofa and walks infront of you, his small hand resting against your leg.
“do you need a band-aid?” he asks, his voice soft and innocent.
you almost laughed despite the pain. “no, baby. I don’t need a band-aid. I think - I think it’s time for the baby to come.” you say looking up to see his face light up.
“ok baby, do me a favour ok? go to your room baby, go get into bed, the baby can only come if your asleep.” you say trying to trick him into leaving so he won’t see you like this.
“ok mommy,” he smiles before running off. you release a breath you didn’t realise you were holding, letting a few tears fall before grabbing your phone.
you quickly dial jacks number, only taking a few rings for him to pick up.
“hey baby, just came off from warmups, you doing ok?” his voice comes through, your breath hitching.
“jack-“ you gasp, voice weak, barely managing to hold onto your words.
“hey what’s going on- talk to me baby.” his words become rushed, his own breathing picking up as you hear rustling on the other end.
“i i-im in labor,” you say, the words finally tumbling out in a breathless rush. “It’s happening, jack. right now. i-i don’t know what to do. i need you.”
the panic in your voice is unmistakable and you could hear jacks sharp intake of breath on the other end.
“shit, shit, shit.” he mumbles out, him moving around, “i’m coming right now baby, i’m on my way, just stay calm for me baby.” he soothes, rustling about on the other end.
“i’m trying.” you strain, the pain unbearable now, “i need you jack, im scared.” you cry, letting the tears fall fast now.
“baby, i’m in the car now, i’ll be 10 mins,” he says, as you hear the engine turn on. he doesn’t leave you once on the call, keeping with the soothing words trying to keep you calm.
it’s in no time that the front door flies open and jack runs in, only in some shorts and his devils shirt, some sliders on.
“baby,” he rushes over, kneeling infront of you, letting your head fall forward into his shoulder, “i’m here, i’m here, i’m so sorry i wasn’t.” he says, kissing your temple as his hands run up and down your back.
“it’s alright babe, you had to work.” you sigh, knowing it’s not his fault, “brooks is in his room.” you say, jack nodding.
“luke’s coming, he’s gonna watch brooks tonight.” he says, already having sorted out the plan.
“we need to go jack.” you whisper, the contractions coming back, just as luke rushes inside.
“y/n?” he calls out before spotting you both in the living room, “how you feeling?” he asks, standing behind jack as you give him the middle finger both brothers holding back a laugh.
“ok baby,” jack says settling down, “let’s get you to the car. jack helps you up, luke grabbing your baby bag which has been by the door for the past few weeks before heading out to the garage, helping you sit in the passengers seat. luke says a quick goodluck before your off, jack driving a little too fast for the speed limit.
“We’re going to the hospital, we’re almost there. You’re gonna be okay. Just breathe with me.” jack soothes, thumb rubbing over your knuckles.
you nod, trying to steady your breath, but the pressure was already overwhelming. You can’t seem to stop the contractions, they’re getting closer together, stronger, more intense. You squeeze jacks hand as he looks over at you with worry.
and then, in an instant, it happens. a sudden rush of warm fluid surges beneath you, and your eyes widen in shock.
“j-jack my water just broke.” you gasped, panic flooding your voice.
“baby, look at me,” jack says, gently cupping your face as he leans over the seat to look into your eyes. “you’re doing great. we just need to get you inside, okay? you’re not alone. i’m right here.” he says and you nod before feeling tears falling again.
“baby, what’s wrong, talk to me?” he asks, hands wiping your cheeks.
“i got your car all dirty.” you mumble, referencing to the small puddle of flood in the passengers seat.
“baby,” he lets out a small laugh, “i don’t care about my car, all i care about is you and our little girl ok?” he says and you nod before he’s getting out, slinging the hospital bag over his shoulder and helping you out, guiding you to reception.
they send you up to labour and delivery where you get signed in with a small wristband and given a room where nurses start checking your vitals and hooking you up to machines.
jack helps you get out of your sweatpants and underwear as you can’t wear anything on your lower half as you stay in his hoodie.
jack keeps a firm grip on your hand, never leaving your side as you move onto your side, him rubbing your back. Your breaths are shallow, every contraction feeling more intense than the last.
“how you feeling baby?” he asks, rubbing up and down under your hoodie.
“it just feels a lot.” you mumble, pain meds starting to kick in.
the nurse checks your progress again, her calm, professional face betraying no emotion. she moves quickly, checking the monitor, then examining you between your legs.
“you’re at 7 centimeters,” she says, her voice clinical. “you’re getting close, but it’s not quite time yet. you’ll need to wait a little longer.”
you sigh in frustration, clutching the sides of the bed and squeezing Jack’s hand harder.
jack’s face softens, but there is still so much worry in his eyes. he squeezes your hand back. “i know, baby. i know. but we’ve got to hold on just a little longer. we can’t rush it. just breathe, okay? focus on me.” he soothes.
“i called your parents, they’re gonna try and get the next flight out.” he whispers, kissing your temple.
“i just need you jack.” you mumble back, feeling his fingers through your hair.
“i’m not leaving baby.” he soothes, feeling the first moment of calmness this evening.
you try moving onto a yoga ball to help move things along, so jack helps you pull on some sweats before lifting you you from the bed helping you steady yourself on the ball. jack stabs behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders to steady you, his eyes full of concern.
“how are you doing?” he asks, his voice low but steady. His fingers brush through your damp hair as he keeps a close eye on you.
you let out a pained sigh, grinding your teeth as another contraction surges. “its okay, i guess. but it’s still so much.”
you gently rock forwards and backwards, jack moving around so he was bending down in front of you are your arms collapse over his shoulders, letting you lean into him, head against his and his hands caressed your hips.
jack watches you closely, his fingers lightly massaging your back, trying to ease some of the tension that had settled there. His other hand holds yours, and he keeps his voice steady despite the turmoil in his own chest. “i know it’s hard, but we’re almost there. you’re doing amazing.” he soothes, pressing a kiss to your foreheads before the nurse is back to check your dilation again.
your back onto the bed, jack helping you take off your sweatpants before the nurse starts the examination, as you gasp with each surge of pain.
the nurse looks over at you, reading the desperation in your eyes. “you’re at 8 centimeters,” she says gently, “but if the pain is too much, we can discuss getting you the epidural.”
you nodd quickly, almost too relieved to speak. “yes. yes, please. i need it.”
jack immediately looks to the nurse. “can we do it now?”
“i’ll call for the anesthesiologist,” the nurse says guiding you gently back to the bed. as you lay back down, you feel every muscle in your body tense with the effort, every inch of you exhausted from the relentless contractions.
the nurse was quick in getting everything in place, and in what felt like no time at all, the anesthesiologist enters the room, his face calm and professional. He explains the procedure quickly, and though you are still terrified of the needle, you are desperate for some relief.
jack stays at your side the entire time, his hand never leaving yours as you prepare for the epidural. his presence is a solid anchor for you in the midst of the pain.
“just a few deep breaths, baby,” jack says quietly, kissing the top of your head. “you’re doing so good. it’s almost over.”
the anesthesiologist cleans the area on your back and preps the needle. you flinch as the cold alcohol swab hit your skin, but the nurse’s soothing voice helps calm you.
“take a deep breath in for me, honey. hold it,” the nurse instructs as the anesthesiologist prepares to administer the epidural.
you squeeze jack’s hand harder, your body trembling with anxiety as the needle is inserted. the pain of the epidural itself isn’t nearly as bad as the contractions, but the thought of a needle so close to your spine made you nervous.
“almost done,” the anesthesiologist says calmly, and after a few more seconds, he pulls the needle out and finishes the procedure.
“alright, let’s give it a few minutes to kick in,” the nurse says, offering you a small smile as she adjusts the iv line. “the pain should start to subside soon.”
you let out a long, shaky breath, relief washing over you as the numbing sensation slowly begins to spread through your lower half. the pressure in your back begins to lessen, the pain easing away. you cans still feel the baby’s movements, but the excruciating contractions finally soften.
“oh my god,” you murmur, closing your eyes for a second. “i feel like a person again.”
jack chuckles, brushing your hair back from your damp forehead. “you’re more than a person,” he says, “you’re my hero.”
you settle back into the pillows, your hand resting lightly on your bump, feeling the faint tightness of each contraction without the pain. jack pulls his chair closer to the bed, resting his arms on the mattress so he stays close to you.
for a while, you just lay there together, the world outside fading away. jack traces gentle patterns over your knuckles with his thumb, and every few minutes he lifts your hand to kiss it softly.
there was a soft knock on the door before it opens carefully. the nurse peeking in first, smiling warmly.
“you’ve got some visitors if you’re up for it. jack’s parents just got here.”
jack glances at you quickly, asking for permission, but you smile and nod.
“of course,” you say softly. “I want them here, i don’t think my parents are gonna make it.”
moments later, ellen and jim step into the room, both wearing the kind of nervous, excited smiles only grandparents-to-be can manage. ellen immediately makes a beeline for your bedside, her eyes going misty the second she sees you lying there.
“oh, sweetheart,” she breathes, gently brushing your hair off your forehead. “you’re doing so good. look at you. you’re almost there.”
you laugh a little under your breath, feeling warm inside. “i’m feeling a lot better now,” you say. “the epidural’s magic.”
“man, it’s crazy to think in a couple hours there’s gonna be another little hughes running around,” jim says, his voice rough with emotion.
jack squeezes your hand and smiles proudly.
“she’s been incredible,” he says, his full of so much love it makes your chest ache. “i mean, she always is. but today she’s unbelievable.”
the four of you talk quietly for a while, about Brooks, about what the baby might look like, about how excited everyone is to finally meet her. ellen fusses over the blankets tucked around you while Jim leans over Jack’s shoulder, teasing him softly about how little sleep he is about to get.
when the nurse comes back to check on you, you find out your fully dialated so ellen and jim take it as their cue to leave for some privacy.
the nurses start to prepare around you as a cold rush of memories flood your chest, brooks’ birth, the emergency C-section, the fear, the way things had spiraled so fast you barely remembered it. the sudden, breathless panic that you lost your daughter and nearly yourself. you swallow hard, your breathing hitching. Jack catching it immediately.
“hey,” he says, a hand coming up to cradle you cheek, the other squeezing your hand, “baby, look at me.”
you blink back suddenly tears, taking a shaky breath before turning to meet his eyes.
“you’re safe,” he says firmly, “everything’s fine, they’re ready and you’re ready ok? you can do this.”
you nod shakily, letting his touch ground you as he presses a kiss to your forehead.
“i’m right here the whole time baby,” he whispers, moving to brush some hair out your face.
you let out a deep breath, feeling your body settle again. jack’s hand squeezes yours in that quiet, steady way that makes you feel like maybe you really can do this.
the doctor’s voice is calm, guiding you.
“with your next contraction, give me a nice, big push, just like you’re blowing out candles on a birthday cake.”
you nod, more certain this time, jack leaning in closer resting his forehead against the side of your head. “i love you so much,” he whispers.
you feel the contraction build, and gripping jacks hand you push, the epidural feeling like it’s disappeared now, pushing with everything you have.
“so good baby, so good.” he whispers, continually pressing kisses against your forehead.
you feel another one began to build the pressure low and deep in your stomach and you push again, squeezing jacks hand hard.
his hand grips yours back the other coming to cradle the back of your head, keeping you steady.
“you’re doing so good baby,” he whispers voice full of emotion.
you leaned into jacks voice, feeling like you can’t continue, you’ve pushed all you can. “hey baby, you gotta keep going, one more push. you’re almost there.” he whispers, fingers running through your hair.
you push again, harder this time, gritting your teeth, feeling the building pressure crest, and then-
“bood, good. her head’s right there,” the nurse says out excitedly.
jack bends lower, trying to see over your legs, his hand squeezing yours in stunned awe.
“you’re doing it, baby,” he breathes, “i can see her, shes almost out!”
that’s all it took, pushing hard on your next contraction, closing you’re eyes, gathering every last drop of strength you could and then there’s a sudden rush of movement.
a cry, a cry sounding through the hospital room.
jack gasps as the doctor lifts your little girl up, laying her on your bare chest.
“she’s here,” jack chokes out, tears already spilling down his cheeks. “baby, she’s here. you did it. you did it.”
you let out a sob clutching her in your arms, hands shaking as they come up to her little face. jack bends over both of you, pressing a firm kiss to your forehead, feeling his wet cheeks against your face.
“she’s perfect,” jack whispers, you nodding in agreement while feeling the post birth haze.
the nurse gently wipes him off before eventually having to take him away while you deliver the post birth.
they wrap it up quickly, after jack cut the cord, and then there’s silence, a calming silence.
“what do we name her?” you ask, looking over at the small crib by your bed, jack perched on the side of your bed.
“i always loved emery,” he whispers, arm tightening around your shoulder.
“i love it,” you whisper looking up at him, “emery grace hughes. you wanna hold her?” you ask, jack nodding eagerly.
he moves over to sit by your bed, taking his shirt off so he can be skin to skin with her. he gently lifts her up, supporting the head before laying her against his chest, a small blanket draped over top.
you must drift off without meaning to. the last thing you remember is jack sitting beside you, skin-to-skin with emery tucked against his bare chest, humming softly under his breath.
when you wake up, the room is dim, peaceful. jack is still exactly where you left him, only now Emery is swaddled again, sleeping soundly against his chest.
jack notices you stirring right away, giving you a soft, tired smile.
“hey, sleepyhead,” he whispers, brushing your hair back from your forehead. “how you feeling?”
you smile lazily, your whole body aching but your heart so full it barely mattered.
“better,” you murmur. “You two look good together.”
he lets out a small chuckle before standing to gently lay her in her crib.
“you wanna try moving, maybe get some comfy clothes on?” he asks and you nod, a little excited to be able to relax again.
he grabs your hospital bag pulling out one of his hoodies and some sweats nice and fresh before dropping them on the bed.
he moves slowly, pulling back the covers and helping you move to a seated position with your legs swung over the side of the bed. he adjust the pillows to be behind you for some support for your aching body.
he carefully slides your arms through into the hoodie before sliding it over your head, making sure your hair is all put before grabbing your underwear sliding them on you along with a pair of his sweats, making sure you don’t strain yourself and are comfy.
you look up slightly embarrassed at needing so much help, meeting his eyes, full of love and adoration.
“i’ve got you,” he says, his voice quiet but full of love. “always.”
once you were dressed in your comfy clothes, Jack smooths the hoodie down over your waist, adjusting the fabric as if making sure everything was just perfect. he leans in and kisses your forehead gently. “you look beautiful,” he says, his words genuine.
you smile, your cheeks flushing at the compliment. “i’m definitely feeling more like myself.
jack’s lips curl into a proud grin. “you always are,” he teases lightly.
before you can respond, there’s a soft knock on the door. Jack glanced toward it and back at you, his hand brushing the side of your face gently.
“you ready for them to meet her?” he asks, and you nod, before he presses a quick kiss to your lips and moving to the door glancing at you one more time, as you adjust yourself to hold emeery against your chest, him opening it seeing ellen and jim stood with a few gifts then luke and quinn, who was holding brooks in his arms.
he was sporting a big shy smile, holding tightly onto quinn probably due to the unusual environment, before wiggling out of the eldest brothers arms and attacking jacks legs.
“hey buddy,” jack laughs, picking him up to hug tight.
the others come over to you immediately gushing over the little girl in your arms.
“oh she’s perfect.” ellen coos seeing emerys little movements.
“proud of you y/n.” luke smiles, quinn nodding in agreement, they are like your brothers, ever since you and jack met in high school.
“hiya mommy,” brooks calls out from jacks arms, as he comes closer.
“hiya baby, you ready to meet your sister?” you ask, seeing his eyes widen as he nods excitedly.
jack moves him to be sat next to you, your arm over brooks shoulders as you move to hold emery over his lap, as if brooks was holding her.
“she’s so tiny mommy,” brooks says, as emerys hand comes up and clamps down around brooks finger making him squeal.
they laugh at the interaction, jack coming to sit by your legs, letting his arms drape over them, gently running his fingers up and down your legs on top of the sheets.
“you gonna look after her huh brooks?” you ask using one hand to push his hair out his face.
“yeh mommy, i’m a be the best big brother!”
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