hi! i wanted to see if you can do a part 2 to best mistake, maybe about life with Jack and the baby and a smau at the end? love your writing!!
okay, so i guess i will answer like this cause i haven’t figured submissions yet lol😭
First of all, thank you so muchhh! That means a lot🩷 To answer your question, few of you asked for a part2 so I will be definitely making one! And I will add a smau at the end for you🙂↕️
Jack Hughes x reader
After spending one night with Jack, you hoped to never face him again. Knowing you weren't the type of girl he would go after. But when you found out you were pregnant, you realized there was no other option.
warnings: unexpected pregnancy, Jack being an asshole, mention of reader being plus size, birth complications, angst but happy ending, not proofread
based on this request
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You didn’t think you could get into this situation. Not someone like you.
When you woke up, the room seemed unfamiliar. Your head was throbbing so hard it felt like your skull was on the verge of breaking, making you remember the amount of shots you drank last night. You remembered being tucked away in a dark corner of the club, making out with an attractive hockey player.
Apparently, his team had decided your regular spot was the perfect place to celebrate their win.
What did he say his name was? Jacob? Jake?
No, Jack. Jack Hughes.
The rest was a blur. Your friends screaming over the music that they were leaving. An arm pulling you closer into a firm chest. And then– You shot up in the bed, sitting up straight and turning your head towards the other side.
And there he was. Sleeping soundly, looking so peaceful. And he was naked. Wait, why was he naked? Oh god– Now it all made sense. You looked around the room, taking it all in, your eyes landing on the mirror facing the bed.
The image you saw was a reality check you weren’t ready for.
He had to be drunk last night. In no world would a guy like him have looked twice at you if he was sober. Or at least, this was what the voices in your head were screaming. You weren’t the typical girl hockey players went after. Nowhere near to being a skinny and definitely not rich. Your wardrobe full of vintage thrift finds rather than designer brands.
Terrified of the look on his face if he woke up and realized who was in his bed, you quickly grabbed for your glasses on the nightstand and snatched your clothes lying on the floor. You slipped out the door with your boots in hand and prayed to God you wouldn’t run into anyone on the way out.
Hoping to never come across him again.
And that’s what would have happened. In a universe where your actions had no consequences.
Unfortunately for you, you weren’t living in one.
The positive pregnancy test was heavy in your hand. Your vision blurring more with every second you stared at it. This could not be happening. Not to you. This was not what you planned. Your period was late, but you had convinced yourself it was just the stress from work.
Suddenly, a bang on the bathroom door broke you out of the trance.
“It’s been fifteen minutes! Let me in,“ your friend shouted from the other side. With shaky hands, you unlocked the door, letting her in. She immediately snatched the test from you.
“Oh.“
“Yeah. Oh.“
“And we’re one hundred percent sure it’s his, right?“ she asked, her voice anything but judgmental.
“I haven’t had sex with anyone in months. Except for him,“ you cried. “Oh my God. What am I gonna do?“
Every possible scenario was running through your head. You could terminate the pregnancy. The list of clinics already saved on your phone. But at the same time… There was a new life growing inside of you. And your maternal instincts were starting to kick in.
“I think I wanna keep it.“
“What?!“ she almost shouted, quickly softening her tone when she saw the look on your face. “I mean… Are you going to tell him?“
“I should at least try, right?“
You spent the following days thinking about the best way to let him know without sounding like a crazy fan. You knew where he lived. But how weird would it be to turn up at his doorstep with the words ‘I’m pregnant with your child’?
So when you saw that his team won again, you settled for the only option you had. You would go back to the bar and hope to run into him. The very thing you had prayed wouldn't happen just a few weeks ago.
As you pushed the door open, you immediately knew they were there. The roars of the crowd inside were a giveaway. The party had just started. Scanning the room, you spotted Jack standing by the bar. Alone.
That was your chance.
Quickly, you made your way over to him. Your heart was beating so fast you thought it might actually burst through your chest. But standing there intensively staring at him probably wasn’t the best start to the conversation.
Because he turned to you, a look of pure annoyance on his face.
“Look,“ he started, not even giving you a chance to speak. “If you want a photo, just ask. The staring is creepy.“
“Oh– Uhm. No,“ you said, the nerves kicking in. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. “I… I would actuallylike to talk to you about something.“
“Yeah? About what, exactly?“ His tone was mocking you, making tears prick your eyes.
“We… We met here a few weeks ago and hooked up. And, uhm…“ you said, your gaze dropping to your feet. Whispering the last part. “I’m pregnant. It’s yours. “
“Oh God,“ Jack scoffed. “I don’t even remember you, why would I trust you?“
“But–“
“No, I’m gonna stop you right there,“ he continued, stepping closer until he was towering over you, his voice dropping to a dangerous low. “I have plenty of girls trying to baby trap me or to become famous off me by lying about shit like this. I don’t know you, and don’t believe a word coming out of your mouth.“
With that, Jack grabbed his drink. He turned back to you one last time, his eyes cold. “And I highly doubt I had anything with you,“ he muttered, before walking away.
That night you left the bar in tears. You knew he was famous, so you expected him to be a little cocky. But not this arrogant and certainly not this cruel.
For days, you tried to convince yourself you could do this alone. That you would be okay. That you didn’t need a man. Especially not a man who looked offended that you had even tried to speak to him.
But as the first doctor appointment approached, the weight of your future settled in. You sat in the waiting room surrounded by other women. Some of them were still expecting, just like you. While others already had babies in their arms .
But there was one main difference between you and them. They had their partners by their sides. You were alone.
Then came the question from the doctor: ‘And where is the father?'
That was when you realized it wasn’t just about you anymore. It was about the baby. You wanted your child to have a father. Even if it was a man who didn’t even remember you.
Since confronting Jack in person hadn’t worked, you decided on a more formal approach.
Finding the name of his agent online was the easy part. You sat in front of the screen for hours, trying to think of what to write, your finger hovering over the keyboard as you deleted paragraph after paragraph.
‘Good morning, I know I sound crazy but I’m pregnant. Jack is the father.’
No. That hadn’t worked the last time.
‘Good morning. I’m pregnant with Jack’s child. I’m not trying to go after his money, I swear.’
That was even worse.
Finally, you settled for something more professional.
‘Good morning. I spent a night with Jack Hughes a few weeks ago and I believe I am pregnant with his child. Is there any way to arrange a paternity test to confirm the truth and resolve any doubts?’
Even though it wasn’t perfect, you still hit the send button. Your brain was too tired to think of something better after spending every morning next to the toilet, your hormones a mess.
They answered almost instantly, agreeing to your offer. Likely just relieved to have a woman who wanted a test rather than another woman running to the press to destroy Jack's reputation.
You didn’t even had to talk to Jack directly. His team told you that if he even knew about this yet, it would just stress him out. That he wouldn’t be able to focus on his games. That it would be better this way.
And you had no problem with that, especially after your last encounter with him.
The days leading up to the results were stressful. You spent countless hours just pacing your apartment, rubbing your belly.
What if the test said he wasn’t the father?
That wasn’t possible, you weren’t Saint Mary. You knew he was the father.
But what would be his reaction? The reaction of his team? How will this affect the rest of your life?
You didn’t want to spend your life in the spotlight just because you were carrying Jack Hughes’s firstborn. You didn’t want your kid to live in the spotlight either. You didn’t–
Your phone started ringing, snapping you out of your thoughts. The name on the screen made your stomach drop. His agent. Slowly, you hit the accept button and brought the phone to your ear.
“Hello?“
“Hi, I’m calling about the… paternity test. We just received the results.“
Your heart skipped a beat, waiting for the words that would change everything. Every second felt like an infinity.
“And?“
“Jack is the father. When is your next appointment?“
“Uhm… In two days. Why?“
“Cancel it,“ he said firmly. “We’re moving you to a private clinic. We'll get you an appointment for the same date. I’ll send all the details to your email. We will talk about the formalities later.“
“That’s not ne–“
“Great. Jack will meet you there. Speak to you soon.“
He hung up before you could protest. A second later, your phone pinged with the notification for the new appointment.
Oh, shit.
If waiting for the result was stressful, this was worse.
As you stepped inside the clinic, you noticed the difference. Instead of bright colorful walls, you were met with beige tones and a cold, minimalist design. The clinic was empty, except for a receptionist spinning in her chair, filing her nails.
She held a phone between her shoulder and ear, talking loudly, but the moment she spotted you, she did a double take. Her judging gaze looming over you.
“I have to go,“ she said before hanging up. Her tone shifted from cheerful to annoyed in a second as she turned toward you. “Name?“
“I believe it’s under… Hughes?“
“Hughes?!“ she laughed, mocking you. “With you? Okay. The door on the left, at the end of the hall.“
Without waiting for your answer, she picked up her phone again.
“Thank you,“ you murmured, turning around and walking away. As you reached the door, you could still hear her. Probably talking to the person from before.
“No way Hughes has a kid with someone like her. Seriously, if you saw her,“ her voice wasn’t even a whisper. She knew you could hear her. But you didn’t wait to hear the rest. You walked inside, closing the door behind you and plopping down on the couch.
The room was filled by the ticking of the clock on the wall. Where was he? Your head was spinning. Maybe he wasn’t even planning on showing up. There were only three minutes left.
The door opened and Jack stepped inside. He had a hoodie pulled over his head, visibly trying to be as discreet as possible. Without a word, he sat beside you, looking around the room. His gaze immediately fixing on a poster of a pregnant lady hanging on the wall opposite the couch.
He was fidgeting with his fingers, his back stiff, but from the corner of your eye, you could see the guilty expression all over his face.
“So…“ Jack started, turning his head towards you. His eyes stopped on your hand, which was resting on your belly. “I guess it’s in order for me to say sorry. I really am. For what I said about you.“
“You’re sorry for how you treated me only because it is your child,“ you whispered. “You were acting as if someone like me would be stupid enough to try to lie about being pregnant with your child.“
“What do you mean, someone like you?“
You turned your head, eyes locking onto his. You weren’t trying to be bitchy,you were just being honest, keeping your distance. You were there for the baby, he was there because of the responsibility. “You know what I mean.“
Before he could respond, the doctor stepped out, smiling at you. At least someone in this building was trying to make you feel at ease.
“Hello, mom. We’re ready for you.“
The room was dim, the only light coming from the monitor of the ultrasound machine and a small lamp in the corner. You layed back on the table, the cold gel a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from Jack, who was sitting in the plastic chair pulled close to your side.
He looked like he wanted to be anywhere else, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as he stared at the ceiling.
The room was suddenly filled with a fast, rhythmic thump of a little heart. The thump-thump was suffocating. But it was a sound of a life you both made.
Beside you, Jack’s posture changed, arms dropping and gripping the edges of the chair. His knuckles turning white, eyes fixed on the screen. His mouth was slightly opened.
“That’s the heartbeat,“ the doctor whispered, pointing to the screen. “Strong and healthy.“
You looked at Jack. He swallowed hard, and for a second, you saw his eyes watering. He looked terrified. He looked amazed. But the moment he saw you watching, he blinked rapidly, his face back to stone cold.
“It’s, uh… it’s loud,“ he muttered, his voice sounding thick. He leaned back, trying to look anywhere else, but his eyes betrayed him and ended up back on the monitor everytime.
“Future hockey player,“ the doctor joked.
But Jack didn’t laugh. He just stared at the screen, realizing his life was no longer only about him.
The moment the doctor left the room, the air shifted. Jack didn’t even look at you, he stood up so fast that the chair almost fell over if you hadn’t caught it. The hoodie was back on his head, pulled tight as if to hide from the truth.
“I have practice,“ he muttered, not waiting for a response and nearly running out the door. Leaving you alone with the printed photo and the lingering scent of his cologne.
The silence in the hallway was even worse than the sound of the baby’s heartbeat. As the door clicked closed behind him, he let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.
His heart was racing with pure panic.
The weight of reality was crushing him. The memory of the bar flashed before his eyes. The way he looked at you, the venom in his voice. That was not the man he was raised to be. The words he said to you replayed in his head.
I highly doubt I had anything with you.
Too afraid to even face you, scared to see the hurt he caused, he ran out the door. He would have to admit he fucked up, while having no idea how to fix it.
As he sat in the car with his head resting on the steering wheel, his phone buzzed. Taking it out, he saw his agent’s name on the screen.
“I hope you were at the clinic,“ the voice called out. Professional and calm. Everything Jack wasn’t at the moment.
“I already took care of the paperwork. We will keep it under the rug, so it doesn’t distract anyone from the playoffs. We will make sure she stays comfortable, but distant. We don’t want the crazy fan to reach the press.“
Jack stared out the window. He thought about the way you looked listening to the heartbeat of the baby. Vulnerable, quiet, but still so strong. Not once did you mention money. You just asked for a father.
“She’s not a crazy fan,“ Jack whispered, the realization sinking in.
“What was that?“
“Nothing,“ Jack said, his guilt turning into a knot in his stomach. “Just send me the papers.“
He told himself he was signing them to protect everyone, but as he walked into the locker room, he realized he was just a coward trying to hide.
Jack signed the papers. He did exactly what his agent and the legal team told him to do. They told him it was taken care of. That he could focus on the playoffs.
But he couldn’t get the ultrasound out of his head.
For five months, the sound of the heartbeat played on a loop in the back of his mind. Every time he stepped onto the ice, every time he sat in a luxury restaurant, the image of you on that table kept popping up.
Finally, past midnight on a random Tuesday, he decided he couldn’t take it anymore. Behind his agent’s back, he went through the contract and copied your address.
He stood in front of the apartment building, deciding if he had made the right choice by showing up, when a heavy thud came from the building, followed by a broken shout.
“Fuck.“
His curiosity got the best of him, and he quickly made his way inside.
You were standing in the middle of the stairs, wearing an oversized hoodie, but your bump was still very evident. Tears of frustration in your eyes, your hormones were a mess, your back ached, and you were completely alone.
Near the bottom of the stairs Jack saw a heavy looking box with a crib, which was clearly the cause of the noise. Something a pregnant woman should not carry by herself. The guilt was eating him up even more now.
“Let me help you with that.“
Your head snapped to him and before you could even process his presence, he easily gripped the box and started to make his way up the stairs. You didn’t smile, or thank him. The shock quickly turned into irritation.
“What the hell are you doing here?“ Your voice echoed in the hallway. Jack stopped on the step above you, looking down. Up close, you could see the dark circles under his eyes.
“I came to see you,“ he said softly, his eyes flickering down to your bump. “Third floor, right?“
“You came to see me?“ You let out a breathless laugh, gripping the railing tightly as you forced your tired legs to climb past him. “I signed your little NDA, remember? You don't get to just show up because you suddenly feel guilty.“
Jack froze for a second. He knew he deserved this. Still, he carried the heavy boy all the way to your door, setting it down gently before turning to face you.
“I know I messed up,“ he muttered. “But I can’t… Just let me help you, please.“
You stared at him, your hand trembling as you fished your keys out of your purse. You wanted to tell him to go to hell, but looking at the heavy box, you cracked.
“Okay.“
Jack stayed until the crib was fully built.
When he was finished, he stood up, wiping dust from his pants. He just looked around the nursery, the one you decorated by yourself. Probably assembled the rest of the furniture by yourself too.
Then he looked at you.
“I want to come to the next appointment. If that’s okay.“
You didn't agree right away. But you didn't say no, either.
Jack stayed true to his word, he showed up. And he was there for every appointment after that, too.
He started driving you to the grocery store, refusing to let you lift heavy bags alone. He would cook for you when you were too exhausted to stand in the kitchen for more than ten minutes.
Jack practically lived at your apartment on his days off. Nervously checking the safety of the nursery every time. He was right beside you when you found out you were having a boy.
He stopped hiding, slowly becoming a part of your daily life. Which brought you closer to each other. The NDA long forgotten.
One evening, sitting on your small couch, eating the takeout you preferred over his luxury restaurants, you were arguing over baby names.
“I’m not naming my kid after a hockey player, Jack,“ you laughed, putting your swollen feet up on the coffee table.
“Why not? It’s a cool name,“ he said, a grin breaking across his face. He paused, his eyes dropping to your feet. And without asking, he gently grabbed your ankles and pulled them across his lap.
“You don’t have to do that, Jack,“ you whispered, your breath catching.
“I want to,“ he answered, his thumbs starting to rub slow, soothing circles into your skin. His eyes lifted, locking onto yours, the grin replaced by a soft, genuine smile. “I want to help you. With everything.“
After that, a silence fell upon the room. It wasn't a suffocating silence, but the comfortable kind, where you just stared at each other with quiet care in your eyes. For a moment, everything felt exactly the way it was supposed to be.
Until the baby kicked hard enough to show through your shirt, making you quietly yelp.
“Is everything okay?“ Jack asked with panic in his voice.
“Yeah, he’s just fussy today,“ you said, reaching down and grabbing his wrist. Putting his palm flat on your belly.
Jack just stared at his own hand, then looked up at you when he felt the kick against his skin for himself. His eyes were wild, with an overwhelming emotion. You could see the tears starting to form.
“Oh my God,“ he whispered, not playing it cool anymore. He wasn’t scared of his own vulnerability anymore. He just held his hand there, feeling his child move, his eyes never leaving yours.
Jack knew he fell hard. But he never expected this to be the moment he realized just how much.
He was in the middle of a practice when the coach called him over, walking with an urgency toward the rink. By now, everyone on the team knew about you; it had been impossible to keep it a secret, especially with your due date coming up. Jack was anxious more and more with every passing day.
“She’s in labor, her mother just called. They’re on their way to the hospital right now.“
That was all Jack needed to hear. He frantically skated off the ice, practically running down the tunnel toward the locker room. He threw his gear off in a record time and quickly got to his car, breaking a few speed limits on his way to the hospital.
When he pushed the door to your room open, he found you with your back to him, sitting on a ball and breathing heavily through a contraction. Quietly, he crossed the room and stepped up behind you, gently placing his hands on your shoulders.
“Hi.“
“I hate you,“ you whispered softly, tilting your head backwards, resting it against his chest. Your eyes were shut, trying to forget about the pain. “But I’m glad you’re here. I wanna lay down.“
“Yeah, let me help you.“
The birth went by a blur. Just hours of pushing and Jack never leaving your side. He held your hand so tightly his knuckles turned white, whispering sweet encouragement he could think of. Trying to keep you distracted as much as he could.
And then, the room filled with a beautiful sound.
The cries of his son.
Jack let out a breathless laugh, his eyes drifting from the tiny, crying baby in the doctor’s hands back to you. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your sweaty forehead.
“You did it,“ he choked out, his voice cracking with an emotion. “He’s here. You’re amazing.“
You gave him a weak, exhausted smile, your eyes closing. You were tired, all your energy went into birthing your son. All you wanted was to sleep.
“Just a bit more, we need to get the placenta out, “ the doctor said. “One more push.“
You tried, but then the dizziness hit you. The monitor beside the bed suddenly changed rhythm. The numbers dropping, fast.
“I can’t,“ you cried out with the last ounce of energy.
“We’re losing her,“ the nurse called out, the calm in her voice was no longer there and Jack’s smile vanished. His hand still holding yours, when it suddenly went limp.
“What’s happening?“ He asked. “Why is she so pale?“
“Jack,“ you whispered. The room was starting to fade into darkness. You couldn't keep your eyes open anymore. Your head dropping to the side, your hand slipping from his.
“Hey, stay with me!“ Jack said with urgency, his heart wanting to break free from his chest. “Look at me. Open your eyes.“
The room was starting to get busy, more nurses rushed in, followed by another doctor. The peaceful delivery room turned into a battlefield.
“Sir, you need to step back,“ a firm hand gripped Jack’s shoulder, dragging him away from the bed.
“No, I need to stay with her.“ Jack fought back, his eyes locking on your pale face as the doctors began working to stop the bleeding. “She needs me!“
“Mr. Hughes, we need to save her life. Out of the room!“
Before he could process the words, the door slammed shut in his face. He collapsed against the wall, sliding down to the floor and bringing his knees up.
The hospital hallway was quiet, a contrast to the battle going on on the other side of the door.
Jack was convinced the time in the hallway was going slower than usual as he sat on the cold floor, head buried in his hands. He didn’t know how much time had passed when the door finally opened.
He quickly scrambled to his feet as the doctor stepped out, looking tired, pulling the mask down her face. She gave him a small, reassuring smile.
“She’s stable, Mr. Hughes, completely out of danger. Go on in, she asked for you. And there’s someone new waiting for you too.“
A sobbing laugh escaped Jack’s lips. You were okay. Stepping inside the room, he noticed the chaos was over. The monitor was back to its soft hum. And then, he saw you.
You were sitting with a bunch of pillows supporting you, still looking pale and exhausted, but your eyes were open. His gaze shifted down, noticing your finger wrapped in one much smaller one.
Jack stopped in his tracks, his breath catching in his throat. Seeing the two of you together, safe and alive, completely shattered his composure. He walked over to the side of your bed with slow steps, his eyes glistening with tears.
“Hi, there,“ you said, your voice raspy.
Jack didn’t say anything at first. Just sinking into the chair next to your bed, leaning his forehead against the mattress, his shoulders shaking as he finally let out the sob.
“It’s okay,“ you murmured, reaching out to lace your fingers through his hair. Gently, you turned his head to the side so you could look into his eyes. His face was wet with tears as he looked at you. “We’re okay, Jack.“
“I thought I lost you,“ he whispered. “I was so scared I would never get the chance to tell you.“
“Tell me what?“ You softly asked, brushing the hair away from his eyes. Jack sat up, holding your hand in his. He looked at the baby in your arms and then back up at you.
“That I love you. I love you so much. You’re the strongest person I know. I’m so sorry it took me this long to say it.“
“I know,“ you said, a small smile playing on your lips. “I love you too, Jack. Do you want to hold your son?“
“Yeah,“ Jack breathed out, adjusting his posture as you handed him the tiny baby. The tough hockey guy persona was gone, instead, you saw a father staring lovingly and with care at his son.
“He looks just like you,“ you said, watching him carefully caress the baby’s head.
“Poor kid.“
ufff, i think this is the longest fic I have ever written, hope yall enjoyed!
One night Jack Hughes goes partying after a win. After getting shit faced, he ends up in bed with a woman. The woman isn’t his usual type. Plus size, glasses wearing thrift lover. His friends nor society wouldn’t exactly call her attractive or hot. When she wakes up first in his house, she dips not wanting to face the harsh reality that she slept with one of the hottest hockey players considering she’s not the stereotypical woman those men go for. Weeks pass and she is pregnant with his baby. She attends one of his games to tell him the news when Jack completely denies sleeping with her and her carrying his kid. Being scared of raising a baby alone in this economy, there’s only one way to let Jack know she wasn’t a crazed fan that he thought she was. A Paternity test. Jack comes around to the idea of being a father and actually falls in love with the reader seeing that she was not only an amazing mother to his child but his soulmate when he falls in love with her.
The fic is here. I'm so sorry it took so long. I accidentally made some slight changes (the main story line is kept dw), but I didn't realize until I was done writing, so I decided to keep it that way. Hope it's okay😭
