ru | 28 | british-zimbabwean | a lover of literature | erotica enthusiast | hopeless romantic
this page is for the lovers of black female led fiction - x!reader and original character. the works of art are mostly erotica but i do have substance when i put my mind to it.
ru’s letters💌: there are some embellished truths about Jack in my version of him, do not take them as canon, this is fanfiction after all. Forgive any mistakes, not edited 💕
𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
Jack Abbot who lived a life of solitude after the divorce from his wife, Shannon. Work, gym, sleep. The occasional outing with friends and colleagues. The occasional date that sometimes ended with something more. And he was content with that, at least that’s what he told himself.
Jack Abbot who two and a half years as a single man has not had a connection that lasted longer than four dates. He was a man focused on his work and his patients and that gave him fulfilment but even he could admit to himself that he was lonely.
Jack Abbot who after a session with his therapist went out and adopted a cat. A black kitten who was about to be euthanised because of her health issues. Her little golden-yellow eyes looked at him through the cage and he just knew that she had to be his. By the time he arrived back at his home, Jack had everything that he would need be a ‘cat dad’ as they called it. A name for the kitten however, that was to be determined.
Jack Abbot who never flaunted his wealth. He was a smart man who, from a young age, invested his money wisely. He knew that he would need something to cushion him after his service and unfortunately his pre-planning saved him a great headache after losing his lower limb. Jack who if you didn’t know him personally would take him for what he is at a simple appearance. A simple man who worked more than he enjoyed living life.
Jack Abbot who after a typical night shift was already calculating how to spend his day off. Grocery shopping, buy breakfast and then home. He didn’t want to do anything else with his two days off but be in his house with his kitten.
However … that all changed when he saw the flashing hazards of a Mercedes coupe and a woman dressed in pink from head to toe pacing back and forth. Her beautiful face pulled into a deep frown as she furiously typed on her phone. The feeling he got when he first saw his kitten, he was feeling it now. So he slowed down his truck.
Jack Abbot who asked “You alright darlin’?” And your tears following after you trembled out a “no” pulled something out of him that had been dormant for a while. He never wanted to see you cry ever again. So he asked questions as he changed your tyre - pretty surprised that a modern Mercedes like this even had one in the back.
Jack Abbot who tried not to blush but failed as he felt your eyes on him as he worked, ignoring the pinch in his stub from the position he was in. He was going to fix your tyre and not complain about his aching body.
Jack Abbot who asked for your name and when you gave it to him, he locked it in his memory. A name he would never forget even if this moment would be fleeting. He was kind of annoyed that changing your tyre was quick, he wanted to bask in your scent for a little longer.
Jack Abbot who tried not to wince as he stood to his full height only to be nearly knocked off his feet when you dove into his arms and wrapped your arms tightly around his neck. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He chuckled at your gratitude as his arms naturally closed around your back and held you. God you felt good in his arms and that should have frightened him.
Jack Abbot who looked into your brown eyes and took in your wide smile. “God, you’re beautiful.” He murmured which caused your smile to be wider.
“Thank you.” You giggled and then you pulled away which Jack tried to not show his disappointment. “I have to show my gratitude somehow. You literally saved my life.”
“There’s no need for that darlin’. I was just helping out a stranger.”
“You just told me you were coming from a night shift, I can pay for your breakfast or something.”
“What you can do for me is get back in your car, get home and rest your pretty head.” He watched you poke your bottom lip out and he had to bite his own to stop from doing what he was thinking of doing but he picked up on the fact that you don’t like being told no.
“I feel bad, there’s gotta be something more that I can do for taking your time.”
Jack Abbot who in that moment, feeling bold did something he hadn’t done in a very long time, he made the first move. “Why don’t we switch numbers and we can discuss later how you can thank me.” The flirtation undertone could not be missed and you picked up on it.
Jack Abbot who savoured the kiss you left on his cheek after you swapped numbers and got back into your car. “I’ll be seeing you Dr Jack Abbot.”
“Yes, you will darlin’. Yes you will.” He mumbled as he watched you drive away. He stood there for a moment letting his feelings settle as they registered. He felt giddy and that excited him.
Jack Abbot who as he drove away, smiled to himself as he knew that his life was about to change.
Lovergirl Featurette: Imagine if Jack Abbot was your baby daddy, who still had feelings for you….
Jack abbot x black!reader
Warning(s): SMUT (18+, MDNI), dubcon, kinda dark Jack, obsessive!Jack, jealous!Jack, unprotected sex
You had met Jack Abbot at the local coffee shop. He’d waltzed in still wearing his scrubs after his shift. In typically fashion, he’d ordered a black coffee with three sugars. He’s not used to seeing the coffee shop be this crowded.
Usually, when he gets off of his shift, it’s a dead zone in here with a few early morning runners or early birds. Normally, in any situation like this, he’d just walk out of the door and head home, but he really just wants a moment to sit down and not stand on his leg.
Plus, he wants to actually enjoy his coffee while it’s hot. Not sip on it when it’s reheated.
He spots an open chair at the table with you and weighs his options. He could go and ask, and you’d say yes. Or he’d ask and you’d flat out tell him no, and he would smile and be on his way.
One look at your pretty face makes option one sound more tempting. He strolls over in your directions, a visible lack of confidence in the walk paired with the dull ache of being on the prosthetic all day.
You look up from your notebook just as Jack stops at your table.
“Hi, do you mind if I sit here? All the other tables are pretty crowded…”
You glance around at the other tables before shooting Jack a smile that he can only describe as dazzling. “Yeah, of course. Take a seat.”
You reach over to slide your bag from the seat just as Jack sits down. You start to sketch on your notebook again while Jack sips on his coffee and looks out the window. It’s a peaceful calm with only the quiet murmurs of the other customers, along with the sound of the espresso machine.
Jack looks down and catches sight of your drawing. “You’re really good at that.”
He immediately cringes at the sentence. The long shift has left his cognitive prowess at a minimal.
You chuckle, “Thank you. I could do a sketch of you, if you’d like.”
Of course, he agrees. Anything to keep some form of conversation going with you. Throughout the coffee, you both introduce yourselves to each other before starting to get to know each other more.
Jack becomes enamored with you almost instantly. He hasn’t been this interested in someone since his wife. When you present the sketch to him, it leaves him stunned. It’s amazing all of the small details about him that you were able to capture.
From that point, you and Jack make the little meetings a recurring thing. He doesn’t stick around longer than he has to for handoffs. He tells Robby what he needs to know and dips out of the hospital to walk to the cafe.
You’re always sitting in the same spot, waiting with your coffee order. You even buy his coffee—which Jack immediately shuts down because you shouldn’t be spending your money on him.
But it’s perfectly fine if he spends his money on you. You both talk for hours. Jack’s pain in his leg fades away with the conversation, and he doesn’t even remember how tired he is.
It’s not quite unexpected when you end up back at his apartment, your hand tangled in his silver curls. He pauses to mention his leg to you, which obviously doesn’t bother you.
It’s not too long after that when he has bent over his counter, clawing at the granite and drooling because of the intense drag of his dick through your warm walls.
You lose count of how many times that Jack makes you cum that day. He has you in so many positions that it makes your head spin just thinking about it.
You aren’t surprised that he would be good at making you feel good. Jack has the look of someone who values their partner’s pleasure written all over him.
However, what is surprising is the fact that when you take a pregnancy test two weeks later, it comes back positive.
You take three more…and surprise, surprise, they all come back positive.
-
Telling Jack that you’re pregnant is a job within itself. You didn’t exactly have his number to call him. You both had never traded numbers. You and Jack liked the intimacy of having those moments in the coffee shop together before you returned back to your lives.
However as you sit across from him, you swallow nervously as you sip at your green tea. Jack notices that it’s not your usual sugary confection.
“Hey, is something wrong?”
On his end, he’s mentally preparing himself to hear you say that you don’t want to see him anymore. Maybe, you felt like he was too old. Honestly, he was pushing fifty and he wondered if he was some kind of creep because he liked you.
“I’m pregnant.”
As soon as the words leave your mouth, you take a sip of your tea, burning your tongue in the process.
Jack’s ears rings, and this time it isn’t from the tinnitus that he developed after serving two tours.
“Pregnant?”
You nod, chewing on your lip, “Yeah, I took four tests, they all came back positive. And before you give me that look because I’m aware that tests can come back with false positives, I already went to my primary, and she confirmed it.
You try not to be insulted when you see the next questioning look that crosses his face.
“Yes, it’s yours. I’ve only had sex with you, Jack,” you spit out, biting back the sting of tears. The hormones and stress of the situation has you emotion out of this world.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to imply anything. I just wanted to be sure. What are you thinking? Obviously, this is your body, so I’ll respect whatever option that you choose,” Jack states, though some part of him secretly craves this.
“I don’t know. I haven’t had much time to think it over. I just wanted to let you know, so that maybe we could figure out together,” you explain, your wide eyes gazing over at him.
That look alone lets Jack know how scary this must all be for you. He reaches across the table, “Sweetheart, whatever you decide, I’ll be here to support you through it.”
-
You decide to keep the baby, which Jack is elated by. From the moment that you both agree to keep it, Jack is by your side every step of the way.
When you have an appointment, he’s driving you there and even picking you up food on the way there. He’s constantly texting you while you’re at work, checking on you and the baby. Don’t even mention that you didn’t pack lunch, Jack is immediately sending food your way.
He’s on top of your prenatals and vitamins. He’ll text during the morning, reminding you to take them.
As your pregnancy progresses, Jack falls more and more in the love with the idea of being a father. He imagines a chunky baby with curly hair laying on his chest.
When your bump starts to show, Jack is over the moon. To him, it signifies that your baby is healthy and growing. He wants to remain respectful, but there’s a part of him that craves to touch your bump.
You catch him eyeing your stomach one day and chuckle, “Jack, you can touch my stomach. This is your baby too.” You only have to tell him once before he’s spreading his large hand across your bump.
You try to ignore the way that your body reacts to feeling his hands on you. You and Jack had agreed to keep things platonic for the sake of the baby. Who knows why you both thought that would be a good idea?
Before you know it, you’re riding Jack on your couch, fingers clutching at his shoulders. He looks down at your growing belly and your breasts, which have increased in size. He’s in awe at you truly.
He grabs your hips in his, “You’re so gorgeous like this, honey. Growing my baby and letting me fuck you full still.” He moves his hands up to grasp at your sensitive breasts, “And these. It makes me even harder knowing that these are gonna fill with milk for our baby.”
The combination of his words, along with the added stimulation of his fingers rolling across your nipples has you cumming loudly.
You and Jack swear that this is the last time.
But it’s not. You have sex in his truck after one of your appointments. You have sex when you go to pick out the baby crib and paint for the nursery. You even have sex late at night because you were horny and craving Jack.
It doesn’t take long for Jack to ask you to be his girlfriend after that. There isn’t anything that he wouldn’t do for you or the baby. If you’re craving some ridiculous concoction, he’s all on board for getting it. If he isn’t available, best believe he’s sending Robby in his place.
As your bump grows more and more, so does the pain and fatigue. Jack is there to massage your aching back and feet. In fact, he even hires a masseuse who specializes in massages for pregnant women to come massage your back and stomach.
When you can’t see your feet and need to shave, Jack is elated to be the one doing it. He might as well be a barber with how much care and dedication he puts into shaving you.
When you need a pregnancy pillow, consider it bought. The baby’s nursery. Already done. Jack and Robby spent a full day building and organizing to your desire.
“What about right here, honey?” Jack asks, as he moves the dresser with Robby for the third time.
You frown, “No, it looks wrong there. Can we try moving it there, please?”
Both men move the dresser, but you can see the sweat and how tired they are. Before either of them know it, you’re pouting and sniffling, and then you’re just full-blown crying.
“I’m sorry. I’m working you both so hard and being difficult,” you state, sobbing and rubbing at your eyes.
Jack’s expression softens, “Hey, baby, you’re not being difficult. You’re doing what feels best for our baby. We don’t have a problem with that. Right, Robby?”
“Right. Whatever will be best for my niece or nephew, consider it done,” Robby answer.
You wipe at your eyes, “Are you both sure?”
“Of course we are. Now, why don’t you go rest. There’s watermelon in the fridge,” Jack said.
“Okay, thank you both. Love you,” you said, pressing your lips to Jack’s. You waltz out of the room without realizing what you’ve said to Jack.
His jaw is dropped, but then the goofy smile crosses his lips. “Love you too, baby,” he mutters, before turning back to Robby.
“You’re far, gone, brother,” Robby comments, smiling at seeing Jack so happy.
“M’right where I wanna be,” Jack answers, before navigating to the dresser again.
-
When you and Jack find out that the gender of the baby is a boy, he cries. Not some cute cry, but fully sobs in the room. Your OBGYN zooms in your baby boy as he sleeps peacefully.
Jack turns to you, “That’s our baby boy in there.”
He’d always imagined what it would be like to have a son. His mind goes to all of the different ways that he and his son will bond together. He thinks of all the things he wants to teach him.
He thinks that he couldn’t get more happier than this moment, but then he feels his baby boy start kicking and he’s over the moon.
“Let daddy feel you kick one more time, buddy,” Jack mutters against your bump. In response, your son kicks lightly.
Jack laughs, “Ooo, that’s a strong one, buddy. You’re gonna give your old man a run for his money.”
You curl your fingers in his hair, “You both get to have your little boys day out.”
Most of the time, Jack finds himself talking to your son, even while your sleeping. You’ll get random texts from him during the day asking how you and his baby boy are doing.
The excitement never dies down.
On July 17th at 9:15 PM, Koda Jackson Abbot, makes his grand entrance into the world weight 8lbs and 6 ounces. Jack is in pure awe at seeing the doctor holding his little boy. He’s in even more awe when he gets to cut the umbilical cord.
Koda is set upon your chest and Jack can’t help but take in the sight of his baby. You smile up at him with tears in your eyes. Jack presses a kiss to your forehead, “I love you, baby. Thank you for giving me this.”
He follows behind the nurses when they go to clean Koda up. He eagerly scoops Koda into his arms when it’s time for skin-to-skin.
Fatherhood suits Jack Abbot quite nicely.
-
Jack’s an amazing father. You never have to doubt that. He makes sure that you and Koda are good. He’s attentive and caring. During your healing process, Jack takes extra special care of you, especially when making sure that you have enough rest.
Things go great for you both.
Until they don’t.
Jack falls into some old destructive habits. He spends more time rushing into work, especially when he’s not needed. He doesn’t know why he does it, but it just happens. Your relationship starts to get rocky. You both try to make it work, but it just falls through.
Jack knows that he’s to blame.
Even with you both not being together, you still co-parent effortlessly. You both agreed that you would never let any of your problems affect Koda. He was always yours and Jack’s #1 priority.
The schedule that you both craft is good. All mentions of your past relationship is put on the back burner, but that doesn’t mean that Jack doesn’t miss you. He still yearns for those quiet and intimate moments that you shared.
He misses holding you and sharing kisses. But he respects your boundaries.
Two years pass by of peace with co-parenting. But that doesn’t stop Jack from subtly flirting with you. You catch him checking you out more times than you can count.
“Is this a new dress?” He asks, eyes running up and down your figure.
You roll your eyes playfully, “Yes, Jackson, this is a new dress. Let’s keep our eyes to our self.”
Jack shrugs, “A man can’t appreciate how beautiful the mother of his child looks?”
That was another thing, Jack didn’t play none of that calling you his baby mama. You were always to be referred to as the mother of his child. Even when you would jokingly refer to him as your “baby daddy,” he never took it to heart.
You lean across the counter while staring at him, “Hey, are you free to take Koda this Saturday?”
“Yeah, I am. You got big plans with the girls?”
You bite at your lip, “Actually, I have a date.”
Jack almost breaks his neck with how fast he turns to look at you. He tries in vain to steel his expression, “Oh? I didn’t realize that you were dating again.”
Quite frankly, he wasn’t expecting you to date anyone else. He’d been dropping hints here and there about getting back together. Plus, in his head, you would always be his.
“It’s nothing too serious. Just a date with this guy that I work with,” You reply.
“Has he met Koda?” Jack questions, failing to hide the jealously in his voice.
“Of course not, Jack. You know I wouldn’t disrespect you like that.”
He sighs, “Yeah, honey, I’ll take Koda Saturday. Have fun on your date.”
You’re surprised at how well that he takes the news. You were expecting him to have a much bigger reaction.
Little do you know, Jack’s already planning on how he’ll ruin your date. He’ll let you have this little illusion of choice, but honestly, you’re always going to be his.
-
On Saturday, when you drop Koda off at Jack’s house, the man doesn’t hide that he’s ogling you.
He grabs Koda as you pass him to Jack. Koda smiles happily, auburn curls flopping in his face, “Daddy!”
Jack smiles in return before pressing a kiss to Koda’s chubby cheek, “Hey, buddy. I missed you so much. You ready to have fun?”
“Mhmm, daddy we play trucks,” Koda states. He was in his truck phase, and neither Jack nor Robby were making it better as they kept buying him toys to add to his collection.
“We sure are, buddy. We’re gonna have so much fun!” Jack lightly bounces him in his arms before looking at you.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” He tells you, trailing his eyes down your figure. You can’t help the heat that pinches at your skin.
“Thanks, Jack. Also, thanks again for doing this.”
“S’no problem, honey. Now go have fun.”
You smile and lean forward to kiss Koda’s cheek, “Bye baby. Mommy will be back to get you tomorrow. Be good for daddy okay?” You ruffle your hand through his curls which resemble yours, but with Jack’s ginger color.
“Otay mommy. I love you.”
“I love you too, baby bear.” You kiss Koda’s cheek one last time.
“No kiss for daddy?” Jack teases, even though he’s dead serious.
You roll your eyes before leaning in to press a kiss to his jaw. Both Jack and Koda watch as you walk to your car before getting in and driving off.
Jack looks down at his son, “Hey Koda, you want to do me a favor, and I’ll buy you a new truck?”
-
The date with Oliver, your coworker, is going surprisingly well. However, you’d be lying if you didn’t say that your mind was wandering to Jack. Though you tried not to, your mind instantly went to comparing Oliver to Jack.
You take another sip of wine as you try to redirect your thoughts.
Before you can respond to Oliver’s question, your phone buzzes on the table. You flip it over and see Jack’s name. Your stomach drops. Jack wouldn’t be calling you unless it was a dire emergency.
You look up at Oliver, “I’m sorry. It’s my kid’s dad.”
“Don’t apologize. You should take it. It could be an emergency,” Oliver said.
Clicking on the answer button, you hold the phone up to your ear, “Hello?”
“Hey, honey, Koda’s been crying for you for the past hour. I tried to get him settled down, but he’s inconsolable,” Jack answers.
“Okay, can you put him on the line?”
You hear the brief shuffle of the phone as Jack passes it to Koda.
Koda sniffles, “Mama…”
“Oh my baby. What’s wrong?”
“I miss you, mama. I want you to come back to me and daddy,” Koda responds, before he sniffles again.
Your heart clenches at hearing his little sniffles and sobs, “Hey, I’ll be right there in a bit, baby bear, okay? Just be a big boy for daddy and I’ll be there soon.”
“Otay, mama. I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.” You hang up the phone as you look back at Oliver with a tight-lipped smile.
Before you can explain, he smiles, “Hey, don’t apologize. Your son comes first always. We have plenty more time to go on another date.”
“Thank you, Oliver.”
-
It feels like you’re speeding as you rush back to Jack’s house. Which is honestly a little crazy on your part. When you make it there and park in the driveway, Jack opens the door on the first knock.
Koda reaches out for you as you grab him in your arms. “Hey, baby bear, are you okay?”
“Mhmm, I just missed you mommy.”
“I missed you too,” You said, kissing the crown of his head. You, Jack, and Koda all walk back into the house together as you all sit on the couch together. Jack turns on Little Bear, which happens to be one of Koda’s favorite shows. Pretty soon, Koda is asleep with his cheek pressed to your chest in the same way that he used to do when he was a baby.
“I can take him,” Jack suggests.
You seamlessly pass Koda over to him. You both watch as your baby boy snuggles further into Jack’s arms as he carries him to his room. Jack pushes Koda’s curls back before kissing his cheek.
“Night buddy. Daddy loves you.”
He walks back into the living room where you’re sitting. He plops back into the couch with you casually.
“So how was the date?” Jack asks.
“It was good. He was really nice,” You answer, trying to keep the conversation light. You figure that Jack doesn’t want to hear the ins and outs of your date with the other man.
You don’t even know that he paid Dennis to spy on you and Oliver from across the restaurant.
Jack hums, “Are you planning on going on another date with him?”
“I don’t know, maybe? He’s really nice and I like him. Isn’t this a bit awkward to be talking about with you?”
Jack shrugs, “Not at all. I think it’s important for us to have healthy communication with each other. That includes me asking about the man that’s taking out the mother of my child.”
“Do you ever think about dating other people?” You ignore the bitterness that you feel at Jack dating other women, or even just the thought of him sleeping with other women makes you sick. It’s hypocritical of you, but it still doesn’t ease the sting.
“Nope, I have my eye on one woman only. I’m just waiting on her to come to her senses.”
You laugh, “We tried, remember? We couldn’t make it work.”
“But that was the past, we can make it work this time. I’m in therapy and I’ve been setting boundaries with work. I love you, sweetheart. I love you and I love our little boy. Just give us a shot again.”
Just as before, you get lost in those hazel puppy eyes.
Jack always has a way of getting what he wants. That includes you. One minute, you’re both talking on the couch and the next minute, he has your legs pressed to your chest as he bullies his way inside of you.
You moan loudly as you clutch at him. Jack leans down, “Shhh…don’t wake our baby up. Be a good girl for me and keep quiet.”
You wonder how the man expects you to be quiet when he’s rearranging your insides.
You’re so lost in the pleasure of it all that you’re right where Jack wants you. He reaches a hand down to start playing with your clit, “M’never gonna let you go, honey. You, me, and Koda, we can be one big happy family. Maybe…we’ll have a little girl.”
Somewhere in your brain, the rational part of you fights against his words. Jack spots the hesitation in your gaze, which causes him to press himself deeper inside of you as he slots his lips against yours.
You’re so lost in your orgasm that you don’t even pay attention to the warm spurts of Jack’s cum painting your walls.
Oh well.
You’ll just have to plan for the next baby, but by that point, you’ll be married.
Princess!Reader who since being born was the apple of your parent’s eye. You were the only girl child in a family of four boys to a father with only brothers as siblings. So yes, it made sense how you become the princess of the family.
Princess!Reader who grew up stressing your father to the point of baldness but he catered to your every whim. And that was a pattern your uncles and your brothers followed through with.
Princess!Reader who due to the high standards set by the men in your family fails to have successful relationships with the men of your age. You don’t tolerate disrespect, incompetence and laziness. The manosphere talking points don’t work on you. You just leave and never look back.
Princess!Reader who despite being spoilt, was raised to be a hard worker. You graduated top of your class in high school and your undergrad degree. Now you were finishing your master’s degree with a distinction and your interior design business was finally blowing up.
Princess!Reader who also loved spending money as much as you made it. And you were fortunate enough that the allowance from your family - even at twenty-eight - was overflowing. You were a lover of the mainstream fashion houses but you preferred LaQuan Smith or Pyer Moss over Chanel.
Princess!Reader who has the men in your life at your beck and call for whatever problems arise in your life. You didn’t know what it is like to ever have to figure out how to fix something manually.
Which is why when Princess!Reader’s tyre blew at the side of the road and you couldn’t reach any of your male family members, you were close to having a panic attack. It was past 7am in the morning, the roads were empty and you were staring down hard at the deflated tyre with a mean mug hoping somehow it would fix itself.
Princess!Reader’s whose head shot up when you heard the rumblings of a truck coming closer. It stopped in front of you and the window rolled down. You were momentarily frozen as you were struck by the beauty of the man that was staring back at you. His thick greying curls and freckled skin were impossible for you not to notice.
“You alright darlin’?” There was something about the tone of concern in his voice that caused your bottom lip to tremble and for the tears to fill up in your eyes. “No.” The sight of your tears, the handsome stranger immediately put his truck in park and hopped out.
Princess!Reader who explained your situation and the stranger immediately jumped into action. Fortunately for you, everything that was needed to change a tyre was in the trunk. And you loved watching a man hard at work.
Princess!Reader who as you watched his muscles flex as he worked on your car decided that, this was your man now. You swayed as he tried to hold conversation with you.
“So what’s your name darling?” He asked and Princess!Reader answered and asked the same.
“The name’s Jack. Jack Abbot.”
Princess!Reader who never thought the kindness of a stranger would lead to the best romance of your life.
ru’s note 💌: SURPRISE! I’m back again. I was working on some thangs. This is one of them. I really hope you love it. I’m trying to bring something a lil different to the Jack Abbot/Shawn Hatosy space. Hoping to be posting more soon 💕.
pairings: cameron cade x oc (indiyah) , ex!cameron cade x oc (kamil) , platonic bestie!ocs
summary: cam and indiyah are trifling…that’s it, that’s all
warnings: 18+ mdni, nsfw content, sensitive content, explicit language, cheating, unprotected p in v , cute pet names
a/n: a little some some bc i missed cam real bad ! this song ( plus this one ) and a few edits on tiktok inspired me.
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Indiyah sits on her couch, arms wrapped around her best friend as she bawls her eyes out.
“I don’t get it Indy, I’ve been nothing but good and supportive to him and he keeps treating me like shit. But this? THIS?! I’m done. He can’t come back from cheating”
Indiyah listens attentively to her bestie as she rubs soothing circles on her back. Her heart was breaking for her bestie. She’s been distraught ever since she found out her boyfriend of two years, Cameron Cade was cheating on her.
“I’m going to break every limb on that motherfucker so that he won’t play another season of football ever again. Say the word and I’ll do it Kamil I swear”
Indiyah says through gritted teeth. Kamil sniffs sitting up and removing herself from her bestie's hold.
“I don’t even want to think about him honestly. Fuck him”
“Yeah, that’s right sister, fuck his tall ass”
As if he knows that they are talking about him. Kamil’s phone rings. Cam’s name flashing across the screen.
“Ughhhh I canttttt” she wails as she throws herself onto the couch
“You didn’t block him?”
Kamil shakes her head as she curls into herself. Indiyah lets out a deep sigh.
The phone rings nonstop for a good two minutes before Indiyah reaches over and turns the phone off.
“We need shots or wine…or both” Indiyah gets up to head to her kitchen when her phone vibrates on the table.
She glances from the table to her bestie. Kamil’s wide eyes already sat on her.
“You think that’s Cam?” I ask her
“I know it is”
“Do you want me to answer? Actually I’m going to answer anyway. I have a few choice words for him”
Indiyah leans over picking up her phone but Kamil stands from the couch and grabs her arm.
“No, wait”
“What?”
“Don’t answer, please”
Indiyah eyes her best friend for a moment before ultimately deciding to just leave the phone alone.
“Ok, whatever you want”
She goes to place her phone down but it rings again. Kamil looks at the phone ringing in Indiyah’s hand.
“Maybe…maybe we just see what he has to say”
Indiyah lifts a questioning brow
“Are you sure?”
She nods her head. Indiyah’s thumb hovers over accept for a few seconds before answering and putting the phone to her ear.
“Hello, cheaters hotline, how may I help you?”
“Real funny Indy” Cam scoffs on the other end of the line
Put it on speaker Kamil mouths to the girl. Indiyah pulls the phone back and places it on speaker. She sits next to her bestie as they both lean closer to the phone.
“I hope you had fun playing football because the next time I see you you won’t even be able to lift a ball let alone throw one”
“I didn’t call to hear your bullshit forreal” Cam lets out an annoyed huff
“Mind you this is my phone. I don’t care”
“Is Kamil with you?”
“Nope” she replied instantly
“You straight lying…Kamil baby if you can hear me I’m sorry I promise I’m going to find a way to make this right”
“And how will you do that Cameron?” Indiyah asks
“Indiyah, this doesn't have shit to do with you!” he raises his voice
“But it does tho. I told you Cam don’t break her fucking heart and what did you do?!”
When Kamil and Cam started dating three years ago during the start of Freshman year in college she was adamant about Cam treating her best friend right. Indiyah and Kamil had met the year prior to starting college and had been inseparable since. Kamil’s losses were Indiyah’s losses and vice versa so this was hurting her just as much.
“You ain’t nothing but a bitch made ass nigga!”
Kamil snickers beside her
“Aye chill out forreal”
Indiyah ignores him “The best thing you can do right now is leave her alone and let her heal in peace”
She doesn’t let him get a word in before she continues her verbal abuse
“Oh and another thing” she pauses for the dramatic effect “When you see that black car coming? Duck” With that Indiyah hangs up the phone and turns it off, throwing it on the couch beside Kamil’s.
“Ok that boosted my mood by like ten percent” Kamil half smiles
“Good. Let’s keep making the percentage go up by popping open a bottle of wine”
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The next day Indiyah planned on going to her best friend's apartment after her morning class to check on her and keep her company. But Kamil stated that she was grateful for yesterday but she just wanted to be alone. Indiyah reluctantly agreed not to go over and let her have the morning and afternoon to herself but she was going to check up on her later that night.
The sound of someone beating on her door pulls her from her thoughts. Indiyah slides out of her bed and down the hall to the front door. She stands on her toes looking through the peephole and spots Cam on the other end. She lets out a groan before unlocking and opening the door.
“What do you—“
Cam bombards his way into your apartment like he owns the place.
“Where is she?”
“Excuse you?! Have you lost your mind??!”
“Her car wasn’t in her parking spot at her apartments I know she’s here”
Indiyah closes the apartment door turning around perplexed by Cam’s sudden intrusion.
“Kamil?!”
He shouts walking through the apartment searching the back room before returning to the living room.
“She’s not here dummy”
“Yeah aight. Just like how you lied and said she wasn’t here last night?”
“The only liar in this room is you” Indiyah crosses her arms hip popped out glancing at Cam
Cam stops his movements as he stalks towards her.
“You know…I’m ‘bout tired of you calling me names”
“Well it’s true”
“Mmh”
Cam’s standing in front of her now. His eyes wandered over her figure in the grey leggings and white off the shoulder crop top. Their bodies are inches apart. He closes the small gap pressing his chest against hers. Lifting a hand he wraps it around her throat, staring down into her eyes.
“I’m a bitch ass nigga right?”
His voice low and controlled as he repeats the words she said to him last night. Indiyah shrugs her shoulders.
“You know you ain’t shit”
“If I ain’t shit what does that make you?” he lifts a brow at the girl
She scoffs and swats his hand away. He backs up from her and goes to sit on her couch. Legs spread out.
“I can’t believe you were so careless Cam” she stands directly in front of him.
He swipes the hood from his head looking up to her as his sharp piercing stare makes it hard to keep her thoughts together.
“She don’t know it was you”
Cam and Indiyah started this little entanglement about a year ago. Kamil always came to Indiyah with the relationship problems that she had with Cam. And like the good best friend she was, she listened and gave her input when needed. The problem started when Cam also started to confide in her as well. Just a listening ear. But the relationship advice and casual conversations blurred into a whole new dangerous territory.
Indiyah smacks her lips “She could have tho! Why the fuck would you print that picture out and have it in your room?!”
“I bust a nut to it” he says all calm and nonchalant
She rolls her eyes as Cam reaches out, pulling her to him by the back of her thighs. His calloused hands slid up rubbing her round and curvy ass.
“My bad Indy. I didn’t mean for all of this to blow up. But I promise you she won’t find out it’s you” his tone apologetic
“Whatever…” her voice trails off
Cam’s gaze lands on her plush lips. Her cute little natural pout made her look even more irresistible.
“Give me a kiss”
She leans down, placing a quick kiss to his lips. He scrunches his face before smacking her ass hard.
“You playing”
Indiyah giggles bending down to kiss him again. She pecks his lips a few times, keeping the last peck on his lips a few seconds longer. Before she can pull away, he stands from the couch without breaking the kiss, his tall form towering over her. He hooks his arms behind her knees and lifts her. Her legs instinctively wrap around his waist and her arms around his neck carrying her down the hall to her bedroom.
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“Fuck fuck fuckkkk Cam” Indiyah moans
Cam looks down to where their bodies are connected. Watching in amazement as his dick plunges in and out of her pussy. Her juices coating him.
“Fuck, this shit slippery baby”
“Don’t call me that” a whiny moan escapes from her lips
“Why not?”
She ignored his question. He lifts her right leg and places it on his shoulder. Leaning over her body. The position has her leg pressing against the headboard. He runs his thumb along her bottom lip separating and slipping it inside of her mouth. She swirls her tongue around the tip of his thumb before sucking on it.
“You my baby right?”
Cam slows down his movements to a slow and delicious pace. His hips rocking against her in long slow deep thrusts. Indiyah’s body writhes in pleasure.
“Say it. Tell me you my baby”
His gravelly voice mumbles into her ear. Removing his thumb and placing a trail of soft gentle kisses from her ear to her jaw before hovering over her lips.
“Yesss, I’m your baby”
“Damn right you are. This my shit”
Cam reaches between their bodies finding her clit and rubbing it in circular motions. Indiyah’s back arches off the bed, her chest pressed against his as her mouth falls open in silent pleasure.
“Let me hear you pretty girl”
Cam mumbles in the crook of her neck. Kissing, licking and biting the sensitive skin of the area. The squelching sounds of their fluids mixing can be heard through the room as Cam picks up his pace.
“Oh shittt yes yes yesss” she screams as her orgasm hits her. Cam continues to pound into her chasing his own release. His hot and panty breath fanning over her skin.
“Fuck!” Cam grips her thigh hard as he releases inside of her.
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Indiyah taps her fingers on the steering impatiently. She pushes her head back against the headrest.
“Kamil, I love you, I really do. But I will go crazy if we continue to just sit here and not do anything”
They were currently sitting in the parking lot of Cam’s apartment complex. The spot they chose gives them the perfect view of his front door.
“I know I’m sorry”
“You don’t have to apologize. I just need to know what we are doing here because you know I’m down to tag team his ass”
Kamil sighs
“Just give me a few minutes to think…he should be coming home from practice soon” she mumbles her gaze never leaving his front door.
“Fine”
“What if she’s up there waiting for him to get home? Like I use to…laid up in in his bed with his shirt on just…waiting to welcome him home”
Indiyah pouts. Reaching over and placing her hand on her shoulder.
“Hey, don't think about what used to be. I know it hurts but you deserve so much better than him”
“I know, it’s just so hard”
Indiyah’s face softens. Kamil looks over to her best friend with a sad smile.
Summary: After Sammy’s divorce from Tammi, he has a whole new outlook on life, which also includes a whole new look. You notice that your cute neighbor has transformed into a total smoke show, but you’re quick to remind him that you wanted to crack him even when he was chubby.
Warning(s): SMUT (18+, MDNI), praise kink, dirty talk, oral (m and f receiving), officer role play, use of a mirror, objectifying Sammy Bryant and his chubby face & body😩, cum licking, unprotected sex, mentions of infidelity.
Sammy Bryant has always had his eyes on you. I mean, who wouldn’t look at you? You’re an absolute stunner is what he’d say if anyone ever asked. You’d been his and Tammi’s neighbor for about two years before the divorce.
Each morning, when you both were heading to your respective jobs, you’d still be polite enough to yell out a “Mornin’ neighbor!” All while waving your pretty manicured nails at him.
He’d blush each time, but he’d still offer up his own “Good morning” to you. Sammy liked having you as a neighbor. You were always polite and helpful.
Whenever you’d have a cookout with your friends and family, you'd invite him and Tammi over. Of course, Tammi never came, but Sammy never let that stop him from going to eat good food.
“Make yourself at home, Sammy. Come on, I’ll make your plate,” you said, tugging him along with you to the kitchen. As you passed by different members of your family, you would introduce them.
“Say mane, you ain’t gone arrest us or nothin’ right?” Your uncle asked him.
“No, sir, m’just here to enjoy some good food and company,” Sammy answers.
“Uncle Leroy, leave my neighbor alone,” you said, laughing slightly as you pulled Sammy into the kitchen. The man watches quietly as you move around the kitchen and grab one of the long plates.
You look up at him, “Do you eat potato salad?”
Sammy nods, “Yeah, I do. Honestly, it all looks great, so load me up with it all.”
You chuckle, “I’ll hook you up. My dad makes the best ribs this side of town.” You navigate around the table as you pack Sammy’s plate with various foods. His mouth waters the more that you put on the plate.
But truly, he’d be lying to himself if he didn’t admit that his mouth was watering from the food. In actuality, the man can’t keep his eyes from trailing over your body. He can’t help the way that he notices the way that the shorts cling to your body, or how they rise each time you lean over the table.
He’s a cop. He’s supposed to pay attention to the details that other people would miss, such as the fact that when your shirt lifts, he can see the faint glint from your belly button piercing.
Or even the fact that he can tell that you just shaved your legs–as evidenced by the bandage on the side of your leg.
“You hurt yourself?”
“Huh?”
When you turn to look at him, Sammy points to the bandage on the back of your leg. You look down at it and hum as though you forgot it was there.
“Yeah, I nicked myself shaving this morning. You know how it is, playing host. You never really get time to yourself,” you explain, before sticking a fork in his plate.
You pass the plate over to him, and he ignores the way that his skin tingles at the feel of your fingers brushing against his. Sammy follows you back into the party, where you both sit together at one of the tables. He takes the first bite of potato salad and nearly moans.
The ribs are even better.
“This is some of the best food I’ve had in a while,” He states, taking another bite of the ribs.
You smirk, “Your wife not cooking many home meals?”
Sammy wipes his mouth and swallows down the food, “Not really. She does her best, but she’s not much of a cook. But I knew that when I married her.” He winces once the sentence is out and tries to save face, “She makes a great casserole.”
He cringes even harder at that sentence.
You laugh softly, “M’just teasing you, Sammy. Since you like the food so much, I’ll make you some to-go plates.”
Sammy takes his time to stare into your eyes. He analyzes the different shades of color present there and how your eyelashes perfectly complement your eyes.
“I’d really like that. Thank you.”
“S’no problem.”
You hold eye contact with him for a beat before breaking it once one of your cousins calls your name. You’re polite enough to include Sammy in the conversation. Actually, you’re great at reassuring him throughout the entire evening.
Even when you’re teaching him to play Spades, you’re patient and calm with him. He finds himself laughing along with your family as they joke about you bringing a white boy around.
You laugh loudly, “Y’all are gonna put some respect on my neighbor’s name. I’m not about to let y’all come for him like this.”
“Right, niece! Y’all ain’t coming for my friend. He said he's going to help me get rid of these parking tickets,” your uncle, Delmont, said, all while winking at Sammy.
Sammy can’t help but admire how joyful and carefree you are when you’re with your family. It only makes him more attracted to you, especially with how welcoming you are.
He stops the thoughts before they can even begin to manifest into a montage of images. If there’s one thing that Sammy Bryant doesn’t do is cheat.
He knew his fair share of guys at the station who were messing around on their wives and girlfriends, but that had never been Sammy’s scene.
He took the sanctity of marriage seriously. When he said those vows to Tammi, he meant every single word. So as much as he liked you, he’d never cross that line and hurt his wife.
Because his parents raised him to be a lot of things, but a cheater wasn’t one of them.
Even though he has his suspicions of Tammi, he still wouldn’t allow himself to ever cross that line.
By the end of the night, as things are winding down, Sammy stands across from you in your yard with his to-go plates stacked together in a plastic bag.
“Thank you again for inviting me and for the food,” He said, smiling shyly at you.
“You’re welcome. Thanks for coming. You know it was really nice having you here, Sammy. You’re welcome to come to any future cookouts.”
He smiles, “Good, because I don’t think I ever want to miss out on your dad’s ribs.” Before he knows it, you’re stepping closer to him. He can practically feel the warmth of your body with how close you are.
“Have a good night, Sammy.” He expects that to be the end of the conversation. What he doesn’t expect is for you to pull him into a hug. He can feel the increasing thumping of his heart beating against his chest at the feel of your body pressed to his.
He tries to take a deep breath to calm his nerves, but that only worsens the situation because then he gets a big waft of your perfume. He circles his arm around your waist and pulls you more to him.
You happen to move your head back to stare at him, and for a moment, he’s trapped within your gaze. He clears his throat and moves back. For a second, he allowed himself to visualize what it’d be like to have your lips pressed against his.
He swallows roughly as the guilt starts to creep up into his body. He smiles awkwardly at you, “G’night.”
You spare him one last smile before turning to walk back inside your house. Sammy follows suit and walks back to his house. When he gets inside, he spots Tammi sitting on the couch, watching TV and texting on her phone.
“You’ve been gone all day. Thought I might have to file a missing person’s report,” She said, eyes flickering over his form and the bag in his hand.
“No need for that. The neighbor and her family invited me to stay and eat with them. They were really nice,” Sammy responds.
Tammi hums. She’s not blind. She can see how pretty you are and the occasional glances that you spare Sammy’s way. Even just the fact that he was so excited to go to your house has her raising her eyebrows.
Sure, she’s already having an affair of her own, but something about the thought of you and Sammy together just makes her stomach queasy. However, it would absolve her of some guilt about her affair if Sammy were sleeping with you.
Maybe he’d even be willing to look past what she’s doing in favor of his affair with you.
The next day, Sammy’s on edge.
He suspects more and more that Tammi is cheating on him. But it’s fully confirmed for him in that moment when he checks his to-go plates and sees that someone had eaten his ribs.
Tammi doesn’t even like ribs.
So who did she have in his house?
You’d noticed the change in Sammy since his divorce. At first, he was more withdrawn and isolated. You’d grown worried when you started to notice the usual softness and joy present in his face fading away.
You were there for Sammy even when he started to push you away. You’d send over meals to his house, and he’d give you a soft smile, but you could always tell that the light had left his eyes.
It only got worse when he found out that the baby that he was so excited for wasn’t his.
In that moment, Sammy Bryant decides to become a brand new man. As he looks in the mirror, he takes in his chubby cheeks and the slight curve of his stomach. He figures that he’ll start there.
He starts going to the gym more and being more mindful about what he eats. Soon, the weight practically falls off, and his face becomes slimmer. His jawline’s sharper, and the man that stares at him in the mirror is him…but not him at the same time.
He likes it. And he’s not the only one. Sammy starts to garner a lot more attention from women on the regular patrols. They’d usually keep their eyes on Nate and disregard Sammy.
But now, they flash heated looks and sugary smiles in his direction. It puts a certain pep in his step. Even as he goes to the bar with the guys, more women are pulling him to the side and suggesting that they come back to his place.
He smiles politely and declines.
He sips from his beer after he’d rejected yet another woman. Ben turns to him, “Jeez, Bryant, she was a real smoke show. I bet she would’ve been open to showing you a good time.”
Sammy shrugs, “Nah, not my type.”
Nate scoffs, “Not your type? What’s your type then? Oh, let me guess, your fine ass neighbor next door?”
Sammy shoots him a warning look. Nate chuckles, “So, I’m right. Why don’t you just ask her out, man? She seems like she’s into you.”
“I don’t know. I just haven’t gotten around to it yet.”
“Well, you’d better get a move on it. Pretty girl like that. Some guy’s bound to scoop her up soon.”
Sammy knows that he’s right. You’re a beautiful woman, and not too many men would miss their opportunity to have you on their arm. Since the divorce, he’s been watching you a lot more.
He finally feels like it’s not a sin to look at you and imagine what it’d be like to be with you.
Which just happens to be the case now as he watches you head out to your car. You glance up, feeling his eyes on you, “Mornin’ neighbor.”
“Morning,” Sammy replies before he starts to walk over in your direction.
You lean against your car and give him another one of those dazzling smiles, “Long time no see, Sammy. You get a brand new look and dump me.”
You don’t hide the fact that you’re checking him out, which he really likes.
“I’m sorry, it wasn’t you, I swear. It’s just been a lot with the divorce and then the baby…” He trails off at the end of the sentence and swallows roughly.
It still hurts him to talk about the fact that the baby isn’t his. A cute, chubby-faced baby that Sammy was prepared to give the world to. Even after the DNA test came back negative, he tried to make it work. It was always his dream to be a father. But as all things are with Tammi, they eventually become complicated. Her affair partner was still a constant in her life, and he obviously wanted to be a part of the kid’s life.
So Sammy did the mature thing.
He bowed out and left. There was no point in fighting for something that would only hurt him in the end.
“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry that you had to go through all of that, Sammy. Really. You’re a great guy,” You said, your expression softening.
“Thanks, and thanks for being there. Those home-cooked meals meant more than you know.”
“You’re welcome. You know you’re always welcome over anytime,” You said.
Sammy smiles shyly. Even with his new look, he still found himself nervous around you.
“I should go, but I’ll see you around, Sammy. Be careful.” With one last parting smile, you get into your car and drive away. Sammy watches you drive away and mentally scolds himself for not being brave enough to ask you out.
It’s a random Friday night, and Sammy finds himself on patrol with Nate and Ben. There’s nothing too crazy besides them having to get a few sloppy drunks in line. Sammy’s eyes scan to the entrance of the club, and he stops once he spots you walking out with your friends. He lets his eye run down your figure in the way that the front of the dress dips dangerously to show the outline of your breasts.
You look beautiful, and you’re practically glowing as you laugh loudly at something that one of your friends says. Your eyes scan your surroundings, and they automatically land on Sammy leaning against the patrol car.
Sammy sees you say something to your friends before you start to walk in his direction. By this point, Nate and Ben have noticed you approaching them. Nate nudges Sammy, “Aye, Bryant, there goes your lady.”
Sammy rolls his eyes, but can’t stop the smile that covers his face.
“Evening officers. Hi, neighbor,” You say, looking in Sammy’s direction.
“Hi, uh..you look really nice. Girls’ night out?”
“Bachelorette Party, actually. My best friend’s getting married next week,” You reply, briefly glancing back at the group of women, who wave at you before making obscene gestures. Sammy chuckles at their antics. Your friends use his laughter as an excuse to come over and antagonize you finally.
A woman with long faux locs and a sasha labelled “Bride” smirks while looking between you and Sammy. “Oh, so you must be the sexy neighbor that she won’t stop talking about.”
Your eyes widen, “Kamari!”
“Ooops, my bad. I’m a little tipsy officer, forget I said anything,” Kamari states before turning her gaze to Ben and Nate. “Hey, is it possible for you guys to handcuff me and put me in the back of the cop car?”
Your other friends laugh at Kamari’s suggestion, but truthfully, Ben and Nate are down to make her wish come true. You watch in amusement as Ben puts the cuffs around her wrists loosely as your other friend, Shay, takes pictures and videos of the moment.
You find that Sammy’s already looking at you, “Aren’t you gonna frisk me, Officer?”
Sammy smirks at the insinuation, “I don’t know, ma’am. Have you been a good girl or a bad girl tonight? I have to have reasonable cause for a search.”
You step closer and pretend to think it over, “I don’t know, Officer Bryant. I think I’ve been pretty bad tonight. I think you should cuff me and make sure that I’m not in possession of anything. You know, for the safety of the public and all?” You peer at him from beneath your lashes as you flash one of those dazzling smiles in his direction.
“How much have you had to drink tonight, sweetheart?” He figures that it must be some sort of liquid courage if you’re openly flirting with him like this.
“Not a lot. I’m playing designated driver tonight, so that means that I’m completely sober and in my right mind to flirt with you,” You mutter as you reach out to lightly touch his shirt. Your fingers play with the buttons of his shirt, and Sammy feels flush at having your hands on him.
From the side, Kamari stumbles, and you take a step back from Sammy. “I should get her home. It was nice seeing you, Sammy. Stay safe tonight.”
“Drive safely, sweetheart.”
He watches you walk away, the dress clinging to each curve of your body. You throw a fleeting glance over your shoulder and wink at him before turning around.
“She’s so into you, man. You gotta get in on that,” Ben suggests.
For the first time in a while, Sammy figures that it’s time to make his move.
12:20 AM.
That’s the precise time that Sammy makes it to his house. He briefly glances over to your house and clocks the fact that the lights are still on.
He walks into his house, which is silent except for the sounds of his dog, Cooper, snoring from the couch.
As Sammy showers, he’s suddenly hyper aware of his body and all of the different changes there. The slight pudge that used to sit over his pants is nonexistent. Even as he stands in the mirror and observes his jaw, which one lady stated “could cut through glass,” he just stares.
He starts to wonder if maybe Tammi wouldn’t have cheated on him if he looked like this. Was she turned off by his chubby cheeks or the feel of his stomach against hers when they had sex?
Then he thinks about you.
Never once during the times when he’d talked with you did you ever make him feel like he was disgusting. In fact, the only time that he ever felt wanted was when he was with you.
The realization is what gives him the confidence to finally walk across the pathway as he stands in front of your door nervously.
He readjusts his grip on the wine bottle as he raises his hand to knock.
He lowers his hand, “What are you doing, Bryant? She’s probably asleep. What? You bring wine and then what?”
He jumps as the door opens. You stand in front of him with a wide grin on your face, “Are my eyes deceiving me, or are you talking to yourself at my front door, Sammy?”
Sammy blushes under your gaze. He awkwardly rubs his hand through his hair, “How’d you know I was at your door?”
You take a small step forward and point to the side of the door, where a ring camera sits.
“I saw you on my camera. The motion detector went off, and then I just kind of watched you psych yourself up at the door,” You respond, laughing.
Sammy laughs right along with you.
“I’m sorry. That was weird. I should probably go.”
“Don’t be. It’s cute. Plus, you walked all this way, you might as well come in,” you states, leaning on the door. Frankly, it’s not like he walked far. Your house is literally only a few steps away, but implication is just far too sexy to resist.
Sammy follows behind you into your house, and he takes the chance to look around. You’ve changed things around since the last time that he’s been here. It’s warm, cozy, and completely you.
You navigate him towards the kitchen where you go to the cabinet to grab two glasses.
He removes the cork from the wine glass, and you blatantly stare at the flex of his muscles.
“Sorry if it’s not the good stuff,” He said, as he pours you both a glass.
“It’s fine. I’ve become all too familiar with cheap wine, and truthfully, I kind of like it,” you reply. You usher him into the living with as you both sit side by side. You pull your feet up to rest on the couch as you stare at Sammy.
“What brings you by this time of night, Officer Bryant?” You ask teasingly.
“ I wanted to see you.”
You smile, “I wanted to see you, too. I was hoping that you’d stop by.”
“You looked really beautiful tonight,” Sammy announces, eyes briefly flickering down to your bare legs.
“Thank you. You looked pretty hot in your uniform.”
He smiles bashfully, “Yeah? That’s seems to be the consensus among everyone these days. Guess they didn’t really like the way that I looked in the uniform back then. Nobody likes a chubby guy, you know?”
He tries to laugh at the end of the joke to take the sting away, but it still hurts. The insecurity of it all stillhurts.
You set your glass down the table before turning to look at him. He wants to smooth the frown out of your pretty face.
“Is that really what you think of yourself, Sammy? Don’t get me wrong, you’re hot like this, but I liked you when you had a little weight on you, too. You were fluffy.”
Sammy chuckles, “Fluffy? Like a bunny?”
“Yeah, like a bunny. You always looked like you were good at cuddling and like you could keep a girl warm on a cold night,” you explain, your expression darkening.
You scoot closer to him on the couch until your legs are touching his. You trail yours eyes across his form and suddenly, he just feels so naked under your gaze.
He finds himself leaning in closer to your face, but you stop him. You stand from the couch and hold your hand out to him, “Come on, I wanna try something.”
Sammy’s like a little puppy with how he willingly lets you lead him throughout your house. He eyes the various pictures frames that have you and your family in them. His heart is hammering against his chest as you both get closer to what he presumes is your bedroom.
It also doesn’t help that he can feel himself hardening in the grey sweatpants. You push the door open lightly as he finally catches a full view of your room.
The big bed sits neatly in the middle of the room, but what catches his eye more is the huge mirror that sits in front of the bed. Sammy’s mind goes to less innocent scenarios, such as you pleasuring yourself in front of the mirror.
You turn to face his as you both stand in front of the bed. “Is it okay if I touch you, Sammy?”
He nods, wide eyes seeking your approval.
You click your tongue, “No, baby, you’re an officer, you know how important consent is.”
He swallows the saliva that fills his mouth, “Yes, you can touch me. You can do whatever you want to me, doll.”
“Good because I wanna make you feel good tonight.” Your fingers reach out to lightly squeeze the bulge that peeks through the sweatpants. He jumps in anticipation.
Your hands grasp the edge of his shirt before you lift it above his head. The fabric falls carelessly to the floor. Sammy suddenly feels very shy under your gaze.
You pull his body to yours with the drawstring of his sweats. You peer up at him, “I want you to kiss me, Sammy.”
He doesn’t need much else after that as he lips descend upon yours. Sammy’s lips move across yours, and it feels like he’d devouring you. But truthfully, you don’t know how much, he’s been waiting to finally touch you.
You moan softly at the feel of his tongue sliding into your mouth. You can taste the faint hint of mint on Sammy’s tastebuds. You move your hands up to cup his face, “You know how many hours I spent thinking about this face? Sammy, I’d literally cum to the thought of sitting on your face.”
You move your lips to the side and press a kiss to his cheek, “I was always happy whenever I’d get to see your sweet face in the morning.”
As expected, he blushes. You slide your hands from his face down to his stomach, which is now lean with abs and a visible v-line running down. Your hands grasp the side of his waist.
“I really liked your stomach.” Sammy’s mouth goes dry as he watches you to come to stand behind him. You turn his face to the mirror, “Eyes on the mirror, baby. I want you to watch every single thing I’m doing to you.”
He watches you bite your lip through the mirror, “You wanna know what I fantasized about when it came to your stomach?”
“Tell me,” Sammy orders gruffly.
Your manicured hands slide down the length of his body before you dig your nails into his stomach.
“I used to think about you and me together. I thought about you laying your body atop of mine, and you thrusting away. But you wanna know what really turned me on? I couldn’t stop thinking about your belly rubbing up against mine. It didn’t turn me off at all. Means that you’re eating good. Can I make you feel good?”
“Please,” he whimpers, as he leans back in your hold.
You gently usher him to sit in the middle of the bed. Grasping the sides of his sweatpants, you pull them down as his dick slaps against his stomach.
You kneeling between Sammy’s legs, staring up at him all pretty.
“I wanna see you too,” Sammy said, softly.
You lean back to toss your shirt over your head. Sammy’s greeted with the sight of your beautiful breasts as the air starts to harden your nipples.
“You look beautiful,” Sammy states.
“Thank you, baby. So do you. Now let me make you feel good,” you tell him, to which he nods.
You take his length in your hands and slide your tongue across his tip to collect the precum dripping there.
Sammy shudders in your hold. Licking up the underside of his dick, you allow your glossed lips to cover his tip. Lifting up, you swirl your tongue around like you’re licking a lollipop.
“You taste so good, baby. Just like I knew you would.” Sammy jumps and moans loudly at the feel of you enveloping his full length into your mouth. He pulls your curly hair out of your face so that he can stare at you.
You look at the Sammy the entire time as you move your head up and down. When you move up again, you allow a large amount of saliva to trail over Sammy’s tip before slurping it back into your mouth.
“Baby…fuck…that feels so good,” Sammy moans, his face scrunching up in pleasure.
You moan around him at the praise and Sammy finds his hips lifting each time to meet your mouth. Quite frankly, you’re happy to see him prioritizing his own pleasure and wants. You know he deserves it after everything that Tammi put him through.
Sammy feels the creeping of the orgasm rising in his body before he can fully comprehend it. His mind feels frazzled as he moans unabashedly in the room. He tries to push you back a little, “Baby…”
But you already know what that means, and you’re not letting your man miss out having his pleasure. Hallowing your cheeks more, Sammy moans increase as you fully submerge yourself to the base of his length, pushing your nose into the ginger hairs at the base of his dick.
Stars burst beneath his eyes as his orgasm starts. He moans and whimpers as the ropes of cum leave him. You obediently drink him down and move up at the sheer amount of cum that floods your mouth.
With him now out of your mouth, you point his leaking dick at your chest as the white liquid paints your breasts like a canvas.
The last bit of Sammy’s white release trails lazily down the side of his dick. You catch the liquid before it can drop on the bed and bring it to your mouth. Sammy’s dick jumps at the sight of your wet mouth, along with your bare chest painted with him cum.
“Come here, sweetheart,” He orders.
You stand in front of him, bare and waiting. Sammy surprises you when he moves his face closer to your body and his tongue flicks out to swipe the cum away from your nipple. The ginger-haired man fully wraps his lips around your nipples as he sucks gently. Sammy repeats the action on your other breast before moving to lick the remaining remnants of his cum from your chest.
Once you’re cleaned up to his satisfaction, he connects his mouth to yours. You both kiss messily as the faint trace of him remains on your tongues.
Gently laying you down on the bed, Sammy hovers above you. He presses light kisses down the length of your body. He grabs your hips in his hands as he slides your sleep shorts down your legs and discard them on your floor.
“M’gonna make you feel good too, baby. For the next couple of days, all I want is the taste of you in my mouth,” He explains, laying down between your legs.
Kissing up your thighs, Sammy nips at your thighs before soothing the bites over with his tongue. Truthfully, he wants to mark you. He wants to leave this bedroom knowing that some part of him is still imprinted on your body.
Sammy pushes your legs back and is greeted with the sight of your glistening folds. Leaning down, he collects the slick that gathers at your entrance on his tongue and licks a long stripe towards your clit.
It seems like just from that small taste, it incites Sammy to fully bury his face into your pussy. You lean up on your elbows as you watch his head move back and forth.
Stuffing your hand into his curls, your jaw drops at the feel of the man eating you out like you were his last meal on Earth.
“Sammy…”You moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head. How could Tammi be this stupid and give an eater like Sammy up?
Admittedly, this is the first time that a man’s been able to bring you the edge so quickly just off of head alone. Sammy’s Bryant a dangerous man, and you’d definitely be willing to fight anyone before you gave up your best eater.
With one last suck to your clit, you’re exploding on Sammy’s tongue. He watches as your back arches from the bed. It brings a huge sense of pride to his chest at the fact that he’s making you feel so good.
You breathe heavily and laugh, “If I knew you were this good, I would have came to your house sooner.”
Sammy licks his lips, tasting the remaining juices on his face. “I think we both have a lot to make up for baby.”
Leaning up, you pull his lips to yours, “Well, we can start now.” You grasp his hardened dick in his hand, “I’d love to feel you inside me.”
Reaching over to the bedside drawer, Sammy pulls out a condom and slides it over his length.
“Yeah, baby, we got a lot to make up for.”
From that moment, you instantly become Sammy’s girl and there isn’t a thing that he won’t do for you. Sammy feels good about his relationship with you. For the first time in a while, he feels valued and less like a burden.
Knowing that you found him attractive in every single state sent a wave of flutters throughout his chest each time.
Naturally, the guys at the station teased him for getting a woman as beautiful as you. He’d heard his fair share of “You sure you can handle all that, Bryant?” But truthfully, Sammy had excelled at proving that he could handle you.
The man was practically manhandling you all throughout his house. He got off on seeing just how much he could make you cum. He always kept a perceptive eye on you as he liked watching you cum, and seeing how overwhelmed you got by the orgasm.
He liked knowing that he was the only one making you feel good.
Even the first time that you’d let him go raw inside you, Sammy Bryant had literally turned you every way but loose.
You still didn’t see how Tammi could ever cheat on the man when he was putting it down like this.
Speaking of Sammy’s ex-wife, she’d started to become a rather bothersome nuisance. She’d heard around town that Sammy had started seeing a new woman. So imagine her surprise when she spots you and Sammy walking hand-in-hand in the grocery store with love sick smiles on your faces.
It’s also not lost on Tammi how good he looks. This wasn’t the same Sammy Bryant who’d divorced her months ago.
No, he actually looked happy with you.
She swallows down the sting of bitterness. As the saying goes, you never know what you have until it’s gone. And Tammi was surely recognizing that now.
Sammy gets off on Friday and heads home to take off his uniform. He’d already since logged his body cam back in at the station. He parks in front of his house and walks in, just as he smells food wafting through the home.
He smiles at the realization that you’re here and you’re cooking for him. He’d given you a key to his house pretty early on the relationship, and he didn’t regret it. As far as Sammy was concerned, he was serious about his relationship with you.
Sure, the sex was great, but there wasn’t a moment that he didn’t enjoy spending with you. He loved the fact that he was able to get to know you on a more deeper and intimate level.
He spots you stirring away at the stove. His eyes zero in on the pretty dress your wearing and how it rides up when you move.
Gently walking up behind you, Sammy wraps his arms around your waist.
“Evenin’ ma’am. I’m Officer Bryant with the LAPD. I’m here to discuss something serious with you, you might if I search your person for anything?” Sammy questions.
You smirk, you already know this is about to end with you cumming around Sammy. You turn the stove off as you turn your head slightly to the side, “Of course, Officer. May I ask what’s this about?”
“Well, ma’am, I have reasonable cause to suspect that you’re harboring something deadly on you. Now, do I have your consent to frisk you?”
You laugh lowly, which Sammy catches as he chuckles.
“I don’t know, Officer Bryant. Do you have a search warrant.?”
Sammy raises his eyebrows in amusement, “M’afraid I don’t ma’am. But I could take you down to the station and it’d be a lot longer. I think it’d be easier if you just consented here.” He trails his fingers down to the edges of your dress.
“Okay, Officer Bryant, you have my permission,” you respond.
Sammy navigates you away from the stove and to the the nearby counter. “Hands in front of you where I can see them, ma’am. Spread your legs for me.”
You follow Sammy’s orders as you spread your legs more. You can already feel the panties between your legs becoming wet with freakiness of it all.
Starting at your chest, Sammy gently pats his hands along your body. He gets to your breasts and cups them in his hands. You lean into his touch. Patting along your waist, Sammy moves his mouth close to your ear, “Have you been a good girl, sweetheart?”
“Mhmm..I’m always a good girl for you, Officer.” Sammy hums before kneeling behind you.
He trails his hands up your legs as he reaches the hem of your dress. He pushes the fabric over your hips and whistles at the sight of your panties clinging to your wet pussy.
“Now what do we have here, sweetheart? Is this getting you all hot and bothered?” Sammy asks, as he swipes his fingers along the damp center of your panties.
“Tell you what, sweetheart. I’ll make a deal with you. I got a little situation going on if you catch my drift. You help me out and I’ll let you go scot free,” Sammy suggests.
“Okay, Officer Bryant. We can do that,” You state, subtly waving your hips in his face. In response, Sammy pulls the wet material down your legs as he stuff it in the back of his pocket.
He practically salivates at seeing how wet you are.
Standing up behind you, Sammy unbuttons his pants and pulls them down just enough before guiding his tip to your entrance.
You bend over more as you arch your back. You and Sammy moan in unison as he slides into you.
“God baby, you feel so good,” he mutters against your shoulder. He has to pause due to how your warm walls encircle around him.
Pulling back lightly, Sammy thrusts forward, which makes you let out a soft moan. He starts a steady pace as he rocks in and out of you. The man looks down at his your pussy stretches around him, and at the white creaminess that coats the base of his dick.
You know Sammy’s watching. He’s always been a fan of looking at your bodies being connected. You start to thrust back as your ass bounces against his thrusts.
Sammy reaches around to close his hand around your throat as his movements increase. The loud sound of skin slapping fills the kitchen space. You and Sammy are so utterly lost in the moment that neither of you pays attention to the woman, who stands gobsmacked in the kitchen.
Tammi doesn’t know what she expected to find when she came back to her former house. All day, she’d talked herself up to come back to the house. She had said that she would tell Sammy that she’d forgotten something, then being the nice guy that he is, he’d let her in.
She expected that they talk, reminisce on the good old days before they’d talk about how much they missed each other. Them missing each other would lead to them kissing and then they’d go at each other like rabbits.
At least, that’s the scenario that Tammi planned in her head. However her plan was severely flawed from the jump. As soon as she had gotten to the house, she’d knocked and knocked. Not that you and Sammy would be able to hear over the sounds of your lovemaking.
So Tammi got desperate and used her old key, which has led her to the current moment. Having to watch her ex-husband fuck you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever get to do. Her eyes zero in on Sammy’s hand wrapped around your throat, and how much pleasure you seem to be in.
Tammi has to admit it to herself, Sammy’s always been a phenomenal lay and even better when it came to giving head. But as she watches him here with you, a large flare of envy creeps into her mind.
Here you were reaping all of the good benefits of Sammy. The parts of him that she had neglected.
With one last thrust, you and Sammy moan loudly as your mutual climaxes erupt. Sammy holds your body flush to his as you can feel the white spurts of cum shooting against your womb.
You laugh softly, “You keep cumming in me like this, Sammy, we’re gonna be picking out baby names.”
“Wouldn’t bother me, one bit, honey.”
You’re both startled at the sound of keys hitting the floor. You both look at the former Mrs. Bryant as she stands awkwardly in the doorway.
Sammy pulls his pants up as he smooths your dress down, “Tammi, what are you doing here? How’d you even get in?”
The blonde woman blushes in embarrassment, “I was coming by to talk and I knocked, but you weren’t answering.”
Her eyes flicker over to you, “I can see why now. You know, I always knew that you liked him. You’d look at him whenever he came out of the house. I guess you were just waiting on your chance to swoop in and steal him from me.”
Sammy scoffs, “Oh, come off of it, Tammi. Last I checked, you cheated on me, and we’re divorced so you can stop with the whole ‘woe is me’ bullshit.”
“I just wanted to talk, Sammy. You remember when we used to do that?”
“Yeah, I do. I always remember that you used to not cheat on me either, or maybe the fact that you got pregnant with his kid. God, Tammi, nothing that I ever did was ever gonna be enough for you,” Sammy states, running a hand through his hair. You place a reassuring hand on his back.
Tammi sees it. She also sees the way that Sammy’s body visibly relaxes in your hold. She isn’t dumb. She sees what’s going on here, and she swallows down the acidity as it crawls up her throat.
Sammy is in love with you.
It’s just as clear cut as it needs to be. There’s no chance of reconciliation for her and Sammy because she’d already lost his love to you.
Even with the way that she can see Sammy grasping your fingers between his, it solidifies the moment.
“I shouldn’t have came. I’m sorry, Sammy.”
She turns to leave the house until Sammy calls her name. She’s honestly expecting him to make some grand speech in front of you about how he would always love her and how he wants them to be friend.
But that doesn’t come.
Sammy holds his hand out, “I need my key back to my house.” Tammi’s eyes widen as she fishes the key from the key chain. She slides into Sammy’s hand and watches as he hands it over to you.
“Aren’t you at least gonna walk me out, Sammy?”
You roll your eyes as Sammy huffs in annoyance. He’s about to take a step forward until you stop him, “I’ll walk her out, baby.”
Sammy watches as you usher Tammi to the door. You both disappear around the corner. She turns to face you, “It won’t last with you two. Sammy and I have history together. He isn’t gonna throw it all away for some fling.”
You laugh, like actually downright laugh in her face. “Honey, was that for you or me? I seem to recall you threw all of your history with Sammy away for some fling. You even let him knock you up. You never deserved Sammy. He’s a great man, who you took for granted. But hey, I should be thanking you. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have him. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m about to go fuck my man again.”
Before she can respond, you close the door in her face. You walk back into the kitchen where Sammy is standing.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t even know she still had a key. And for the record, you’re not just a fling to me. I’ve never been happier than when I’m with you.” He takes a second to pause, “I love you, sweetheart. I know it may be too soon to say this but I’d like to spend the rest of my life with you.”
That pretty smile that made Sammy fall for you covers your face. You step forward to cup his face in your hands, “I love you too, Sammy. And for the record, I like the idea of spending the rest of my life with you.”
Sammy leans down to press his lips against yours. When he pulls back, he keeps his forehead pressed to yours, “Thank you for being here and loving me at every stage. There hasn’t been a moment where I had to wonder if I was worthy enough to be with you.”
Your eyes soften, “Sammy, I’ll always spend every moment reminding you of why you deserve the world.”
He smiles, “And I’ll make sure that I spend every moment making sure that I’m giving it to you.”
“Good. Now, are we eating or going for another round?”
Sammy laughs loudly, “Let’s eat, then I can show you all the ways that I love you.”
“I like the sound of that.”
End.
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I mean..not to be messy or anything (but just stirring the pot) on the situation of Robby having to deal with your relationship with Jack…
(Part I.) (Part II.)
He’s been miserable sulking through the halls of the hospital, day in and day out, especially when he has to see Jack hugging all over you during hand-offs. But what if there’s a particular situation at the hospital, where there’s a car pile-up, and Jack shows up as he normally does?
Everyone knows that things are tense between Jack and Robby. What they don’t know is that the beef between the men is definitely one-sided. Quite frankly, Jack doesn’t care that Robby’s upset about his relationship with you. The way he sees it is that he earned you fair and square. It’s not his fault that Robby missed out on a good thing.
Jack walks through the door with that same nonchalant swagger in his step. Instead of greeting Jack as he normally does, Robby grimaces beneath the rim of his glasses.
“You know, it’s like watching a divorced couple with the two of you,” Dana points out, glancing between Jack and Robby.
“Well, the cause of divorce would be ‘irreconcilable differences.’ Fucking snake,” He mutters beneath his breath because we all know that he won’t say it in Jack’s face.
Dana’s eyes turn to slits as she gazes at him, “M’gonna pretend I didn’t hear that.”
Jack walks up to the desk and greets Robby and Dana. Robby is petty, with only supplying the man with a short nod, while Dana greets him with a wide smile.
“You here to help out, Abbot? I thought you gave up listening to the police scanner,” Dana said, typing on the computer.
“Y’know me, always been a man prone to danger, or at least that’s what my therapist says,” Jack quips in return.
Robby rolls his eyes as Dana laughs at his joke. He feels bitter that no one is taking his side in this whole debacle. By this point, everyone’s pieced together the fact that you used to have a thing with him, but now you have a thing with Jack. That’s what Robby’s been calling it–a thing. Because in his mind, there’s no way that this is an actual, serious relationship between you and Jack.
Jack shuffles off to assist with a case, which happens to be a leg amputation from the car wreck. Robby’s body freezes at the realization. If it’s an amputation, then chances are that Park will send you downstairs to assess the case before moving the patient upstairs. Robby immediately shoots from the desk to go to the case.
“I got this one, Abbot. Why don’t you go help out somewhere else?”
Somewhere where he doesn’t have the opportunity to flirt with you in front of his face is the implication, but Robby would never say that aloud.
Jack smiles sardonically at him, “Nope, it’s fine. I already paged ortho for a consult. Baby Shark’s on her way.”
‘The smug bastard,’ Robby thinks to himself.
Jack is practically rubbing his defeat in his face. It doesn’t take long for you to enter the room, and it surely doesn’t take long for all eyes to shoot in your direction. You know that everyone’s watching with bated breath to see how you handle having both Jack and Robby in the room.
Without looking at either man, you look over to the residents, “Tell me what we have.”
You peer at Dennis, who blushes under your gaze, “The patient was brought in from the car pile-up. Umm..a knee disarticulation, and we were able to stop the bleeding.”
“Where’s the leg?”
“We have it on ice.”
You move around the table and bend down to look more closely at the wound before standing up and turning to look at Robby and Jack. “We’re good here. Send them up. I’ll let Park know.”
With that, you turn and leave the room without acknowledging anyone else. Jack follows you out of the room, and Robby catches sight of the man walking beside you and talking. He leaves the room and stands a distance behind you and Jack to hear your conversation.
“Hey, are we still good for dinner tomorrow night?” Jack asks.
“Yeah, my place or yours?”
“You can come to mind. We can even make it a little sleepover,” Jack states, lowering his voice.
You smirk, “A sleepover? What’s the attire? Lingerie?”
“I’m thinking you in one of those silk dresses, but no clothes is also an option too.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” You respond, giving Jack one last smile and walking to the elevator.
Robby’s stomach starts to get that familiar queasy feeling. He tries desperately to push the bile down as it steadily rises in his esophagus. He places his hand over his mouth just as Jack turns around. The other man frowns at him as concern crosses his face, “Hey man, are you okay?”
Robby heaves a little as he tries to keep the vomit down.
Dana and a few of the residents look over at him in concern.
“Robby…” Jack starts, but he’s proactive enough to grab the nearby trash can to pass to the pan.
As expected, Robby hurls into the trash can, and not the cute vomiting either. It truly sounds like he’s about to turn into a werewolf with the way that he violently projects into the trash can.
He looks up from the trash can and into Jack’s face. Jack rocks back and forth on his heels, “Go home, Robby. I can’t have you vomiting all over the place like this, man. It’s gross.”
“M’fine. I don’t need to go home,” Robby protests as he holds the trash can away from himself.
“Robby, go dump that shit and go home. And for Pete’s sake, pick up some ginger ale and crackers.” Dana calls from the front desk, as she stares at him in disdain.
Seriously, he needs to figure out why he keeps vomiting.
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“Right there, Jack. Please right there…” You moan into the sheets that Jack has your face stuffed into.
“Yeah, baby? That’s your spot?” Jack asks, punctuating each word with a thrust. You moan loudly as you claw relentlessly at the sheets. The older man reaches over you to twist his hand into your coily hair. You wince and moan at the pinch of pain mixed in with the pleasure.
Jack’s other hand anchors to your waist as he watches the way that your ass ripples beneath his hold. He admires the tattoo that decorates the length of your spine. Truthfully, Jack admires how pretty your back looks, arched like this.
Beside you, Jack’s phone buzzes. He squints and clocks Robby’s name on the phone.
Jack’s about to let the phone go to voicemail, but there’s a petty part of him that convinces him to answer. He reaches down and inadvertently slides deeply inside of you as you whimper. Jack leans over you, “Keep it down a little bit for me, sweetheart. Robby’s calling.”
Jack guides the phone to his ear as he answers, “What’s up, Robby?”
At the same time, he starts thrusting into you again. The low sounds of his thighs slapping against yours fill the space, but he plays it off.
“Umm..hey man. I was just calling to uh..check on you, I guess,” Robby mutters through the phone.
“I’m good, man. A little busy now...” Jack trails off as he picks up his movements. You whimper lowly. Jack bites his lip at seeing the white release from you that coats his length the more that he slides in and out of you.
“Right. Well, I didn’t want much. I guess I wanted to clear the air between us. You know, with you dating Baby Shark and all,” Robby states, taking a sip of the Pepto Bismol as his stomach grumbles in displeasure.
“Sounds good, Robby. What do you want to say about it?”
Jack reaches beneath you with his other hand to start toying with your clit. You moan weakly, “Daddy…”
Robby pauses at the sound. Were you in the room with Jack right now? Was Jack having sex with you while he was on the phone?
“What was that?” Robby questions.
“Nothing. Listen, Rob, why don’t we talk about this another time? I’m really busy man,” Jack states, increasing the stroke of his fingers on your pearl. He clicks off the line, or at least he thinks that he does. Or…perhaps, he knows that he didn’t hang up on Robby as he drops the phone on the bed beside your head.
Jack grabs your hips in his hand as you turn your head to look at him. Loud smacking fills the phone, along with the filthy squelching of your cunt through the phone. Any rational person would’ve hung up at this phone, but Robby’s not rational. He’s gross, depraved, and frankly, pathetic.
He listens to the sounds of your pleasured moans as Jack fucks you.
You sound so desperate and needy.
You never sounded that desperate and needy with him.
“Mmmm…Daddy, I’m so close,” You whimper to Jack, and Robby can hear the sound of tears in your voice.
“That’s it, baby. Give it to me. Be good and cum for me. Let him hear what he’s missing,” Jack orders gruffly.
Robby’s stomach drops in fear and embarrassment at the realization that Jack knows that he’s still here.
He hears Jack’s low chuckle, “I know you’re still there, Robby. You hear her, man? You hear how good I’m making her feel? Did he ever make you feel that good, baby? Huh? Did you ever call him Daddy?”
“No..” you whimper, as you push at Jack’s stomach. The older man grabs your hand in his as he holds it behind your back.
“I bet he’s hard listening to how good I’m making you feel, baby.”
Robby looks down at the erection that’s straining beneath his boxers and the pre-cum that stains the front of said boxers.
Jack’s fingers speed up on your clit as he leans over you, “Cum for Daddy.”
You cry out loudly as your release hits. Robby has to sit and listen as you cry out for Jack and whimper into the line. The line cuts out, and Robby’s left sitting there in the darkness of his bedroom with only the TV illuminating the space. The Pepto Bismol hangs haphazardly in his hand, and he’s surprised that he hasn’t thrown up yet.
But how could he possibly throw up when he’s already cum inside his boxers instead?
How pathetic.
Now he has to go clean up.
But hey…just a thought.😏
(Lovegirlnote: Shout out to @nainai5243 for the suggestion about having Robby listen to the reader and Jack!)
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Summary: Much to his delight, Jack is finally listed as a guardian at Nova’s daycare. He continues to grow his connection with Nova. He also get another chance of asking you on a date.
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Warning(s): flirting, a little dirty talk from Jack, but nothing too crazy, nightmares, nova gets a little scared
Lovergirlnote: Heyyy, so I was going to add the date to this chapter, but I really liked the end of this chapter, so I’m saving it for the next upload. Also, shout out to @a-true-janian-reply for the suggestion about Jack comforting Nova after a bad dream. As always, let me know what you think!♥️
Chapter VI: Jack Abbot, Emergency Contact
Jack casually tosses Nova in the air as she giggles loudly. Her loud squeals fill the living room before he catches her again and pretends to fly her around the living room.
“Look at that baby, we’re gonna have to make an emergency landing to mommy,” Jack whispers before making plane noises and navigating her over in your direction.
You open your arms wide and catch Nova as you snuggle her into your chest. She laughs loudly, “Mommy! Dada airplane!”
“Yeah, I see, lovebug. You and Daddy were playing airplanes. You were so brave,” you said, before plopping a large kiss on her chubby cheeks.
Jack plops down on the couch next to you and Nova as he leans over to give his little kiss on her cheek. She gladly accepts the love and affection that she’s receiving from you and Jack.
You turn your head in time to catch the soft smile on Jack’s lips, “What?”
He looks down shyly, “Nothing. It’s just, I’m the luckiest guy in the world. I get to be here with my best girls. Nothing could top this moment.”
You reach over to toy with his silver curls, “We’re happy to have you here, Jack. Seriously, I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else.”
You both look at each other for a moment before Jack leans in to press a kiss to your lips. He pecks your lips a few more times. You’re both interrupted by the sound of Nova clapping and giggling.
“Yay! Mama! Dada! Kiss,” she states, grinning excitedly at you and Jack. She looks between you and Jack and seems genuinely pleased with herself.
“Are you hungry, Nova?” You ask, setting her between you and Jack.
“Mhmm, mama, salmon,” Nova replies. You chuckle to yourself. Your baby would have an advanced palette at such a young age.
You glance at Jack, “You wanna stay for dinner?”
“Yeah, I’d like that a lot,” He responds, that same bright smile returning to his face as he plays with your fingers.
You gently tickle Nova’s side, to which she giggles, “Do you want Daddy to help us cook, lovebug?”
“Yes, Dada cook!”
She slides from the couch and walks to her toy chest to pull the small chef’s apron out of the box. Nova slides the little apron over her outfit and comes to stand in front of you and Jack.
“Dada, I cook!” She states proudly.
Cue Jack’s heart melting in his chest. “I see, babygirl. You look so cute! The best chef around.” Nova pulls on your and Jack’s hands to stand from the couch. She ushers you both into the kitchen as you pick her up.
You let Nova get the salmon from the fridge as she sets it on the counter. You set her on the counter as you move to grab the pan and seasonings.
Jack makes sure to stand close by to keep a steady hand on Nova, who hums happily from the counter.
As you clean and season the salmon, Jack can’t help but admire the scene in front of him. You turn to face him, “You’re supposed to be helping, daddy.”
He swallows roughly at the sound of the words leaving your lips. “You tell daddy where you need him, and I’m there, sweetheart.”
“You can cup up the broccoli florets with Nova. It’s her favorite part,” you comment, as you hand Nova her child-safe knife. It was hardly sharp and wouldn’t even be sharp enough to prick her finger.
Yet, Jack keeps a close eye on her regardless. His heart clenches at even the slightest thought of his baby getting hurt.
Nova sticks her tongue out slightly as she navigates the floret in front of her and brings the knife down to cut at it. The little knife slides effortlessly through the broccoli—a little crooked but a success nonetheless.
Nova holds the broccoli up in her little fingers, “Mama! Dada! I cut!”
You and Jack gasp in wonder before cheering and clapping. “Oh my goodness, lovebug, you’re doing so good!”
“We’re so proud of you, Nova. Our big girl,” Jack praises. Nova smiles widely at the mutual praise. You’d always tried to make it your mission to praise Nova at every step of the way and build her confidence up.
The last thing you want is for your baby girl to be hard on herself at a young age.
You, Jack, and Nova work effortlessly together as you search for the salmon. Jack works on peeling the potatoes before depositing them in the pot of boiling water.
As he passes you to dispose of the potato peels, he slides an arm around your waist and pulls you back into his chest. You chuckle and reach back to curl your fingers through his hair as he gently sways with you in his hold.
By now, Nova had decided that she had completed her tasks of cutting up broccoli, and she was dancing to Gracie’s Corner with Bun Bun.
You and Jack both watch her excitement and pure joy as she giggles.
“I hope she never loses that joy,” You tell Jack, who leans down to press a kiss on the side of your head. He looks at Nova, “She won’t. We’ll be here to make sure that she doesn’t. The world needs more joy like hers.”
It scares Jack to think of anyone possibly hurting his little girl. It’s only been a few months, and he’s already in protective dad mode. He never realized that it was possible to feel so much love in his heart for someone.
But as he looks at Nova and even at you, all he can feel is the love that he holds for you both.
It’s also not lost on him the pure domesticity of this moment with you. For a moment, he allows himself to envision a future ahead of him. You, him, and Nova. A ring on your finger….and maybe another baby.
Jack finds that he likes the fantasy more than he can acknowledge right now.
As he sits at the table having dinner with you and Nova, Jack realizes that he’s truly the luckiest man in the world, and he fears that nothing can top being here with his girls.
It’s one of those rare off days for Jack. Since he’s been in your and Nova’s lives, he’s been learning to slow down more so that he’s present with you both. He finds that there isn’t a moment that he wants to miss with you or Nova. He doesn’t want to miss any of her milestones, even if it’s just her drawing a picture.
He’d called you in the morning when he knew that you and Nova were getting ready to wish you both a good morning.
Even through her sleepiness, Nova still couldn’t contain her excitement at hearing Jack’s voice on the phone. He’d spoken to you during lunch while he casually lounged on the couch.
Jack has to admit to himself—it’s a lot more relaxing to not be in a rush and to have a moment to just sit and breathe. For the past few years, since the divorce, he’d thrown himself off the deep end on working countless shifts.
The police scanner that he often liked to listen to hadn’t been turned on in months since he had met you and Nova.
He really figured there was no use for the scanner, especially when he was spending most of his time with his girls.
Jack falls asleep on the couch with Bluey playing in the background. He’d actually found himself watching the show even when Nova wasn’t around. Quite surprisingly, the show taught a lot of valuable lessons, especially with it being geared toward kids.
He jumps at the sound of his phone buzzing from the table and moves to pick it up. Your picture pops up on the phone—one that he’d taken of you and Nova on one of your family outings.
He clicks the answer button and puts the phone to his ear, “Hey, sweetheart. Everything okay?”
“Hi, so I may have a little situation…” You start, to which Jack sits up straighter.
“Are you and Nova okay?” He asks, standing up from the couch to grab his keys.
“Oh no, it’s not anything too dire. My car is having some problems, but don’t worry, I’m at the shop. I need someone to go pick Nova up from the daycare. I would’ve asked Zara, but she’s working overtime this week at her job. Would you mind going to get her?” You ask, and Jack can hear the rise in your tone at having to ask him.
He lets out a sigh of relief at you and Nova being safe. “Yeah, honey, I can go get her. Do you want me to swing by the car place?”
“No, it’s fine. I actually know the mechanic, and he let me know that it’s nothing serious, so you don’t have to worry about him up-charging me either,” you explain with a slight laugh. It was cute that he was already being protective of you and Nova.
Jack nods, “Good. Don’t worry about anything, I’ll go pick Nova up and bring her here. If something else comes up, let me know, and I’ll come. Okay, baby?”
“Okay. Thank you, Jack. Really, you’ve been amazing,” you said.
“S’no problem. I’d do anything for you and Nova. Text me updates on your car and when you’re on the road.”
“I will. I’m gonna call Nova’s daycare to let them know you’re on your way to pick her up.”
You and Jack say your byes before he’s heading out the door to his truck. He checks the backseat where Nova’s car seat is. He pulls on the car seat multiple times and checks the seat belts to make sure that everything is attached.
As he drives to the daycare, a certain giddiness enters his chest at the fact that he’s getting to pick his baby up from daycare. That same goofy boyish smile works its way onto his face at the thought.
Jack parks his truck in front of the daycare and walks through the front door. He finds a girl with box braids sitting at the front desk, typing away at the computer. An older woman with silver hair stands next to her. They both look at him as he enters.
“Hi, welcome to Miss Sunshine’s. How can we help you?” The girl asks.
“Hi, I’m Jack Abbot. I’m here to pick up Nova,” He explains, fighting (and failing) to hide the smile that covers his face.
Both women look at each other before looking back at Jack in appreciation. The older woman smirks, “Huh, so you’re the new daddy?” She raises her eyebrows at the end of the question.
Jack blushes at the double meaning. He nods, “Yes ma’am, that’d be me.”
The older woman holds her hand out, “Berta Jones, but you can call me Ms. Berta. It’s nice to finally put a name to a face. Little Miss Nova can’t get enough of telling everyone about her Dada. You know, you’re a permanent fixture in her pictures now. She even makes it a point to let us know that it’s you in the picture.”
The tears sting at the back of Jack’s eyes. He swallows down the sob, but it’s clear by the way that his face softens that it hits him directly in the chest.
His little girl had fully adopted him in the lexicon of her mind. In her mind, he was Dad, and there was no confusion about it.
He shakes Ms. Berta’s hand and smiles.
“I’m glad to hear that. I love Nova a lot, so I’m honored to be a part of her life.”
Ms. Berta nods, seemingly pleased with his answer. She looks down at the girl, “Connie, why don’t you set Jack up a profile in the system and take his picture?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Connie responds, pulling up the form.
She hums lightly before looking up at him, “Okay, Mr. Abbot, what’s a good phone number and address for you?”
Jack recites the information as Connie types it in and reads it back to him. Little does he know that Ms. Berta watches the eagerness in his posture at being able to do this. Through her experience of being a daycare owner, she’d seen her fair share of fathers.
There were the ones who came to pick up their kids because their partners told them to. Those men were the ones who huffed and puffed like it was an inconvenience to pick up their own kids. There were the baby daddies, who were still navigating the highs and lows of fatherhood. But then there were men like Jack.
Men who actually took joy in the role of being a father. Even though Nova isn’t biologically his, Ms. Berta can say with full certainty that none of that matters to you. Nova is his through and through, and no one would be able to take that from him.
She knows he’s cut out for fatherhood by the way that he smiles brightly for the picture.
She glances at Jack, “We’re printing your badge out. That way, any time you need to come pick up Nova, you’d scan in and show whoever is at the front desk. Come on, I’ll take you back to Nova. She’s gonna be very happy to see you.”
She types a code into the door before opening it and ushering Jack through. He can see why you chose the place. There are multiple classrooms set with kids learning in them. He even spots a nursery with cribs where babies are sleeping.
Ms. Berta catches his inquiring gaze, “Have you ever imagined yourself being a father?”
“Yes, ma’am, I did. I thought about it a lot growing up. I just figured it was off the table for me, but Nova’s made me realize that it isn’t too late,” he explains, following behind her.
Soon, they’re standing in front of a door together. Jack peers through the window and spots Nova sitting with some other kids and playing with them. His heart melts as he takes in the sight of her building blocks and even shares them with the other kids.
Ms. Berta catches his look. “She’s a very sweet little girl. She’s always sharing and making sure everyone’s included. If someone is crying, she’s the first one hugging them.”
Jack chuckles, “That’s all her mom’s hard work. She’s been amazing at raising Nova.”
“Sounds like you really like her,” Ms. Berta comments, smirking at Jack.
He smiles in return, “Yeah, I like her a lot. She’s a beautiful and intelligent woman. I’d be crazy not to appreciate what I have.”
“Good answer. You ready to see your baby?”
Jack nods quickly. Ms. Berta opens the door and walks in, “Miss Nova, it looks like you have a very special guest here to pick you up.”
At the sound of her name, Nova looks up, and her eyes immediately flicker over to Jack. Both Jack and Ms. Berta watch as the little girl’s eyes widen in excitement and the grin that takes over her dimpled cheeks.
She stands from the ground and immediately starts running towards Jack, “Dada!!”
Jack bends down just in time to catch Nova in his arms. She throws her arms around his neck and hugs him tight, “Missed you, Dada.”
Jack hugs back equally as tight and kisses her cheek, “I missed you too, Princess. You look so pretty in your outfit. Did you pick this out or did mommy?”
“I did, Dada,” Nova states proudly.
Jack smiles, “That’s amazing, baby. You look so pretty. Now, mommy had some problems with her car, so Dada’s gonna take you home until mommy is done, okay?”
“Otay, Dada,” Nova replies, seemingly already on board with the plan.
“Miss Nova, do you want to show your daddy some of your work?” Ms. Berta asks.
Nova nods excitedly in Jack’s arms. He follows behind Ms. Berta until she reaches the folder with Nova’s name. As Jack scans through the folder, he’s truly impressed by the work that Nova’s doing even at one.
He flips to the next page and finds a picture that Nova has recently drawn. In the picture, there are three stick figures. The small stick figure is in the middle while two bigger stick figures hold hands with the smaller one.
Above, the small stick figure, Nova, has written “me.” Above the bigger ones, she’s written “mama” and “dada.” There’s a big heart above the three figures. Jack breathes deeply as the emotions start to hit him. His lip trembles slightly.
Nova looks up at him, “You, Dada.”
“Yeah, I see, lovebug. You did so good. I love it,” Jack states, discreetly wiping at his eyes.
Once he gathers Nova’s small backpack over his shoulder and she carries Bun Bun in her arms, he walks to the front desk to fully sign her out.
As he signs his name, he gets to the portion of the form that states, “Relationship to child,” and he gladly scribbles “Father” in the box.
“Alright, Mr. Abbot, you’re all set. Here’s your official badge!” Connie chirps as she slides the laminated piece of plastic over to him.
“Thank you,” He tells Connie and Ms. Berta.
“You’re welcome. Bye, Ms. Nova. We’ll see you tomorrow,” Ms. Berta calls.
Nova waves from Jack’s arms and bids them goodbye. When they get outside, Jack straps her down in her car seat. He checks the seatbelts multiple times before sighing in satisfaction.
He hands Nova his iPad and turns it on Bluey for the drive home. He’s already proactive enough to have a small pouch of Goldfish waiting for her, along with a sippy cup of apple juice.
He rounds the truck and gets in. Before he leaves the parking lot, he looks down at the badge that Connie gave him. The picture of him that was taken sits in the corner, along with the logo for Miss Sunshine’s.
It’s the information that makes him tear up.
Jack Abbot
Father of Nova LN
Phone number: (724)-129-1975
He wipes the tear as it falls. He was officially listed as Nova’s father in some capacity. He doesn’t take the fact lightly. It means the world.
When Jack arrives at his house, Nova is still humming happily to the Bluey theme song. By now, she’s finished her Goldfish. Jack dusts the small crumbs from her lap and lifts her into his arms.
He listens as she starts recounting her day to him. His phone buzzes from his pocket, and he checks it.
My Girl💕
Hey, my car’s all fixed now. I’m about to head to your house.
Jackie💗
Sounds good, baby.
Nova and I just got here. We’ll be waiting for you. Drive safely♥️
He kisses Nova’s cheek as he walks into the house. Setting her down gently, he kneels in front of her, “Hey, sweetie, you hungry?”
“Mhmm, chikey nuggies, Dada.”
Jack nods, “Okay, I got some Dino nuggies, you wanna help me put them on?”
Nova nods and slides from the couch to walk into the kitchen with Jack. She’s been to his house so much at this point that she’s memorized the layout just as well as your own apartment.
Jack picks her up once they reach the kitchen and grabs the nuggets from the freezer. He lets Nova help him with setting the nuggets on the baking sheet before they both slide them into the oven.
They both go back into the living room, where Nova walks to her toy box with Bun Bun. Jack glances over and finds her stacking blocks and talking to Bun Bun.
He settles on watching baseball.
Soon, he hears the sound of your car pulling into the driveway.
“Mommy’s here, Nova,” Jack announces.
Nova moves from her spot on the carpet and follows Jack to the door. “Mommy,” she chants on the way to the door.
As soon as he opens the door, Jack moves to the side so that Nova can walk out to you. She starts to scream in excitement upon seeing you.
“Mommy!”
Her little body crashes into yours as you pull her into your arms. “Hi, my pretty girl. Did you have a good day?”
“Yes, mama. Dada, pick me up.”
“He did, didn’t he? Were you happy to see Daddy there?”
“Yes!”
You carry her to the door where Jack is standing. He closes the door behind you, “I’m glad you’re here. Was everything okay?”
“Yeah, he said it was just one of my spark plugs. He’s one of my dad’s friends, so he cut me a family discount,” you explain.
You set Nova down as she walks to go sit back on the carpet to play with her toys. Jack turns to face you and pulls your body into his. You slide your arms over his shoulder, where you play with the curls at the nape of his neck.
“Thank you for picking her up today,” you said softly.
“S’no problem, sweetheart. I’d do anything for either of you,” he responds, pulling your body flush to his. Jack leans down to press his lips against yours. Your lips move together as he slides his arms around your waist. The tips of his fingers toy with the edge of your dress.
He pulls back and stares into your eyes, “God, you’re so beautiful, baby.”
“You think so? I’m really feeling the silver hair, Jack.” You lower your voice, “It’s turning me on a lot.”
Jack closes his eyes as the words hit him somewhere deep.
“Let me take you out this weekend. Just you and me. We can ask Zara to babysit, or I can ask Robby. I think he’s dying for his opportunity to spoil Nova.”
You chuckle, “Yeah, I’ll see if Zara’s free.”
“Good, I can’t wait.”
With that, he ushers you into the kitchen and checks on the chicken nuggets. He looks up at you, “You hungry? I have some leftover pasta that I can heat up for you.”
“Yeah, I’d like that. Thank you.”
You briefly glance back at Nova, who has managed to slide onto the couch and is now actively watching Bluey with Bun Bun sitting next to her.
You turn back to face Jack, who moves effortlessly through the kitchen to warm up the leftovers for you. You subtly clench your thighs together at how natural he takes on the role of providing for you and Nova.
You can’t help the way that your eyes trail over Jack’s figure. You hadn’t been intimate with someone since finding out about being pregnant with Nova. Your trusty vibrator has been taking care of your needs for the year.
However, since being with Jack, your body has been becoming more alive. Whenever he’d touch you or kiss you, you found yourself dreaming about it for days.
It didn’t help the fact that he kept looking at you like he wanted to devour you.
You weren’t ashamed to admit that you’d made yourself cum more times than you could count, at the thought of having sex with Jack.
He was the first man that you actually wanted to experience this with.
You’re unaware that Jack had caught you staring. He smirks and leans over the counter, you see something you like, honey?”
“Yeah, he’s a doctor. 5’9. Silver hair. Great biceps, and he’s amazing with my kid. You know anyone like that?”
Jack laughs softly, “Yeah, honey, I think I’m familiar with him. He told me that he’s equally obsessed with you. You wanna hear another secret about him?”
You shake your head, and Jack beckons you forward. He drops his voice to a low whisper, “He really likes you, honey. A lot, and he spends every single minute at work thinking about you. The way that you smile. Your laugh. Those curls on your head. And then he tries to stop them, but then his thoughts become a lot less innocent when it comes to you. He starts to think about how soft your lips are and how sweet you taste when he kisses you. He starts to wonder how sweet you’d taste in other areas.”
Jack licks his lips, and you can see his hazel eyes growing darker, “He also thinks about how pretty you’d look when you’re cumming. He bets that your moans would be so pretty, and you’d flood his mouth. He really wants to make you feel good, sweetheart.”
Your breath hitches in your chest as you can feel how wet your panties are between your legs.
This man was going to be the death of you.
Jack smirks at seeing how flustered and turned on you look, “I guess we can leave a pin in that till Friday. Food’s ready.”
He casually plates pasta for you and slides it over to you while plating Nova’s nuggets for her. He calls the little girl over and places her in the seat next to you.
He slides glasses of tea over to both of you, specifically putting Nova’s in her sippy cup.
He watches you and Nova munch on your meals and smiles in satisfaction. You look up from eating your pasta and cover your mouth, “You’re not gonna eat?”
Feeling bold, Jack looks down at the fork in your hand, “You mind if I get some of your pasta?”
You catch the teasing tone of his voice and laugh softly. “You want me to feed it to you?”
“Please, I’d hate for us to dirty any extra dishes,” Jack reasons.
“We’d definitely hate for that to happen. Less dishes and all is better,” you conclude.
You stab the fork in the pasta, making sure to get a good bite for Jack. You lift the fork to his mouth, while Jack slides his lips over the food. He keeps his eyes on you the entire time.
Good Lord, this man was trying to kill you.
At the conclusion of the meal, you and Jack wash dishes together while Nova sits on the counter next to you. She giggles loudly as Jack splashes bubbles in her direction.
He wipes his hands off and pulls her into his arms, “You wanna go watch Bluey, kiddo?”
“Yes, Dada.” You, Jack, and Nova all settle together in the living room, while he puts it on Bluey. Jack pulls you to sit next to him while he throws an arm across your shoulder. Nova settles herself down in your lap, but throws her little legs on Jack’s lap.
She’d gotten to the point where she felt that she needed to maintain some form of physical contact with you and Jack. Jack plays with your curls while keeping a hand on Nova. Not surprisingly, she falls asleep with her head curled into your stomach. She has the bottom of Jack’s shirt curled between her fingers.
He looks down at her softly, “You know they gave me a badge today at the daycare? They put ‘Jack Abbot, Nova’s father.”
You glance at him, “Was that okay?”
“Yeah, more than. I told you, I’m all in when it comes to you and Nova. I know she’s not biologically mine, but she’s a part of me now. From the moment, she decided to pick me that night, she became my little girl. Seeing them put it down in print today just felt real, you know?”
The light from the TV allows you to see the way that his eyes glisten. He blinks and a tears trails down his eye before you cup his cheek to wipe it away.
You turn his face to yours, “It is real, Jack. Nova picked you for a reason that night. Even after the hospital, she picked you. You were meant to be her dad. There hasn’t been a moment where I’ve had to doubt how much you care about her.”
“I care about you too, honey.”
“I know you do, Jack. I’ve never had to doubt that either.”
Jack moves carefully to not wake Nova and presses his lips to yours. You smile, “I should get her home.” Jack nods, but there’s a huge part of him that wants to ask you to stay.
After he helps you strap Nova in, he hugs your body close to his. “Text me when you both make it home, okay?”
“I will.”
You both kiss one last time before he watches you drive out of his neighborhood.
About twenty minutes later, his phone buzzes with a text from you.
My Girl💕
We made it home safely. Nova’s all tucked in.
Jackie💗
Is mommy all tucked in too?
My Girl💕
*image attached*
I’m all tucked in🙂↔️
Jack looks at the picture that you’ve sent him and the way that shirt hangs from your frame. He thinks you look like the most beautiful woman in the world.
Jackie💗
You’re killing me sweetheart.😩
My Girl💕
That’s the plan.
Get some rest, Dr. Abbot. You have lives to save and I refuse to be the reason you can’t focus
Thank you again for picking Nova up today
Jackie💗
Anytime, sweetheart
…and for the record, you’re always on my mind 24/7, and you’re never a distraction.
Goodnight baby♥️
My Girl💕
Goodnight, Jack🥹♥️
It’s Thursday.
Jack takes another sip from the stale coffee as it slightly burns the tip of his tongue. He leans against the desk, alongside Shen and Ellis.
Shen takes another sip from his Dunkin’ coffee, to which Jack gags in distain. “That thing can’t be healthy for you, John. It’s nothing but sugar.”
Shen rolls his eyes teasingly while taking another drag out of the straw, “Calm down, Jack. It’s good for my soul.”
Ellis chuckle from one of the computers as she finishes charting her note. They all revel in the calmness of the night as they all refuse to say the forbidden “Q-word” on shift. Though Jack thinks they’re just being superstitious, he definitely doesn’t want to test luck and say it either.
He feels his phone buzzing from his phone and he slides it from his scrub pants. There’s a message from you.
My Girl💕
Hey..so I know you may be busy, so feel free to ignore this if you are, but Nova had a really bad nightmare, and she’s crying a lot and asking for you. I told her that you’re at work, which only seemed to make her more upset. But if you’re free, could you give her a call?🫠
Jack frowns at his phone, which Ellis catches.
“Everything okay, boss?”
“Yeah, I’m gonna go make a call right now. My daughter just had a bad dream. You mind covering if anything comes up?”
Shen and Ellis both nod.
“We got it. Go check on your little girl,” Shen started, ushering his to the door. Little does Jack know, they all watch him as he walks out and lifts the phone to his ear.
Shen takes another sip of his coffee, “Ugh, it’s so cute seeing him like this. How long before he adopts her?”
“I’d give it about a year,” Ellis replies.
Outside in the ambulance bay, Jack navigates to a quiet corner and starts FaceTiming you. You pick up after the first ring, and Jack immediately notices the distressed look on your face.
“I’m sorry if you’re busy, Jack. She was really scared when I came into her room,” You said, rocking Nova in your arms.
She quietly cries into your chest. Jack feels his heart breaking at seeing his baby so scared.
“Baby, you don’t have to apologize. I’m never too busy for you or Nova. Call anytime,” Jack states, to which you nod.
You look down, “Nova…your daddy’s on the phone, lovebug.”
You hold the phone to her face so that she can see Jack. She pouts into the camera and her lip quivers, “Dada…”
“Hey, babygirl, what’s wrong? You had a bad dream?”
“Mhmm Dada, it was scary. Monster and Dada was gone,” Nova explains, her voice still shaky with tears.
“S’okay, baby. Daddy gets bad dreams too, but I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always be right here to protect you okay?”
“Otay, Dada.” Nova said softly. Shen walks outside and catches the tail end of the conversation.
“Hey,” He calls out to Jack.
The other man turns to look at him, expecting to hear him say that there’s an incoming emergency.
“Why don’t you go ahead and take the rest of the night off? Go be with your kid. I know how scary it was for my kids when they get them, and it sounds like she needs you a lot,” Shen suggests, rocking lightly on his heels.
Jack is about to open his mouth to protest when Shen shakes his head, “It’s a dead zone tonight, Jack. Go home, we can hold down the fort until you get back.”
“Thanks, man.”
“Don’t mention it.” With that, Shen walks back inside the Pitt.
Jack looks back at his phone, “Nova, Daddy’s on his way over to be with you, okay sweetheart? I’ll be right there in a little bit.”
“Otay, Dada. Love you.”
“I love you too, baby,” Jack responds, just as you point the phone back to yourself.
“We’ll see you in a little bit. Please drive carefully, okay?” He can see the worry present in your eyes.
“I will, baby. I’ll be there soon.”
He ends the call and walks back in the hospital to go to his locker and grabs his backpack. He clocks out and is about to stop by the desk when everyone waves him off.
The drive to your apartment isn’t long. He takes the elevator up to your floor as he comes to stand in front of you door. He knocks lightly and hear the soft pitter patter of your feet as you open the door.
The large t-shirt covers your frame, along with the satin bonnet that contains your curls. Similarly to you, Nova wears a big t-shirt, a pull-up, and a small bonnet.
Upon seeing Jack, she immediately reaches out for him. Jack pulls her into his arms and she curls into his chest.
He kisses her covered hair and whispers in her ear, “It’s okay, babygirl. Daddy’s right here.” He starts rocking her in his arms and cooing at her softly.
You close the door behind Jack, as you take his backpack from his shoulder. He follows you into your bedroom, where you’ve set up Nova’s night light that illuminates stars across the room.
Toeing off his shoes, Jack stands in the middle of the room as Nova keeps his face buried in his neck.
You walk into the bedroom and stand in front of Jack, “Thank you for coming.”
“Anytime,” Jack affirms, leaning down to kiss you.
The three of you climb into your bed as Jack settles Nova into his arms. He gently pats her back as she sleepily gazes up and you and Jack.
“We’re right here, lovebug. We’re not going anywhere,” You tell her. You grab the stuffed rabbit from the side, “Look, Bun Bun’s even here.”
“Sleep in here, mama?” Nova asks.
“Yeah, lovebug, you can sleep in here tonight. Do you want us to read you a story?” She nods, while tucking Bun Bun beneath her arm.
You get up from the bed and go to the bookcase to grab, “Goodnight Moon.” You slide beneath the covers as you and Jack take turns reading the pages to Nova.
As the story continues, she blinks slower and slower until her breath finally evens out and her lashes flutter against her cheek.
Jack is gentle with setting her down between the two of you. He sticks Bun Bun beneath her arm before leaning down to kiss her cheek.
“Night, baby, Daddy loves you.”
He finds you staring at him when he looks up.
“You’re an amazing man, Jack.”
“Thank you. You’re an amazing mom.”
“Thank you,” you respond.
He stands from the bed and goes to grab his bag until you place a hand on his arm. “You don’t have to go, you can stay. Besides, it’s really late and I don’t feel comfortable with you driving back.”
Jack laughs softly, “S’okay, sweetheart. I’m usually driving back this late anyways.”
You shake your head and move to stand closer, “I want you to stay, Jack.” He looks at the definitive look in your eye and knows that he could never tell you no.
“Okay, I’ll stay. Do you want me on the couch?”
It’s your turn to laugh. “No, I want you in the bed with us. You’re more than welcome to go change in the bathroom.”
Jack suddenly becomes hyperaware of his prosthetic in the moment. He shifts on his feet and looks down for a second. You obviously catch the sudden mood shift.
“Is something wrong?”
“Yeah…it’s just..uh..I have a prosthetic. It’s from a long time ago when I was in the army. There was an accident but we don’t have to get into all of that. I should have mentioned it sooner, but if you’re not comfortable—“
You hold a hand up, “That doesn’t bother me, Jack. Prosthetic or not, you’re still you. You’re still Nova’s dad and you’re still the man that I’m falling for. However, I can make you feel more comfortable, just let me know.”
For a moment, Jack just stares at you. You can see his eyes softening even in the dimness of the room. He brings a hand up to cup your face, “Thank you, baby. Really, you don’t know how much it means to hear you say that.”
Jack’s been out of the dating scene for a while. He hasn’t had to have the conversation about his leg because the last woman who knew about it was his ex-wife. He’d always thought about if he started to date again, and how he would approach the conversation with his partner.
There was always this slight inkling of insecurity and fear or being rejected or pitied. But here in this moment, you hadn’t made him feel like either those things. He didn’t feel less than.
You made him feel whole.
“I’ll just go change in the bathroom and then I’ll take it off when I come back,” he explains.
You nod, “Okay, take your time. Feel free to use whatever you need.”
You walk back over to the bed and slide in beside Nova. Jack makes his way into the bathroom and changes into his spare t-shirt and boxers. He washes his face and brushes his teeth with one of your spare toothbrushes. He folds his scrubs neatly into his bag before walking back out into the bedroom.
You sit up upon seeing him and smile gently. He sits on the edge of the bed and starts the process of taking off his prosthetic.
You stand from the bed and enter the bathroom. You emerge with a warm towel in your hand and kneel to apply the clothe to the residual limb. You throw the towel into the dirty basket before walking back over to massage his leg.
Jack is about to stop you until he lets out a deep groan when you hit one of the spots that’s been aching.
You glance at him, “My grandfather was a veteran. He served in Vietnam. Lost his leg up to his knee. My cousins and I would take turns helping him with stuff like this when we stayed with him during the summer.”
Jack sighs in relief at the feel of your hands on him. After ten minutes, you finish your massage and you stand up in front of him. Jack pulls your face down to his as he claims your lips to his. You both kiss for a solid minute before you pull back.
Jack’s lips ghost against yours, “Thank you.”
“Anytime, handsome.”
You walk over to the other side of the bed just as Jack slides beneath the covers. Once you’re both settled, you stare at each other through the soft light from the night light.
You close your eyes and Jack can hear your breath even out. Soon, the sleepiness begins to tug at his own eyes.
He looks over you and Nova one last time.
Yeah, he’s definitely the luckiest guy in the world.
Ik you said the Jack/Robby love triangle was js a thought, but I’m never against watching a white man suffer. In fact, I love to see white man suffer. It’s my only reason for living 🙂↕️
Now level with me because this is also just a thought as a continuation of this…
After Robby finds out about you and Jack, he’s absolutely miserable. It also doesn’t take the edge off the sting that he threw up all over the floor like a sick child and had to clean it up.
He doesn’t even give you and Jack a second glance before he’s bolting out of the apartment with his tail tucked between his legs.
You look up at Jack from your position on the bed, “Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag.”
Jack shrugs, “I guess it. Good, that just means that I can be out and as open with you as much I want to.”
You lift your eyebrows in surprise. You genuinely figured that he’d want to keep this whole illicit affair on the low. Jack spots the surprise on your face, “Oh, sweetheart…”
He pulls your body so that you’re straddling his lap again. He strokes his hands up and down your sides while that same soft look that he gives you crosses his face, “I know that you had to keep things a secret with Robby, but baby, I don’t want that. I want everyone to know that I have the most beautiful and intelligent woman in my arms. We can let HR know or keep it secret from everyone. It’s your call, sweetheart. I’ll do whatever you want me to.”
You can’t contain the bright smile and giddiness that you feel at Jack’s words. You lean down to press your body against his and connect your lips to his. You and Jack kiss as you can feel him starting to harden beneath you again.
You reach down to grasp his length in your hand and point the tip at your entrance. Jack jerks up at the feel of your wet folds against him. He doesn’t think there’ll ever be a moment when he doesn’t get enough of being inside you.
What was Robby thinking when he let you go? Oh well, he wouldn’t ever get the pleasure of feeling you again because you’re all Jack’s
You moan in unison as you sink down, “I’d love to let everyone in the Pitt know that you’re my boyfriend, Jack.”
He smirks, “Yeah? You’re my girl.”
He flips your body and leans over you, “Now, I gotta make my girl cum.”
After your morning session with Jack, you both sit in bed together as you eat the food that Robby left behind in his quick escape
-
Monday rolls around and Robby is suddenly hyperaware of the chatter that radiates through the Pitt. He’s still sick to his stomach with the images of you and Jack forever burned into his retinas.
“What’s got everyone so chatty today?” He asks Dana.
She peers over her glasses at him, “Oh, Mr. Gossip hasn’t heard. Baby Shark and Abbot made things official. They went to HR this morning to let them know about their relationship.
Relationship? You and Jack were labeling this thing as a relationship? The fact that you both went to HR to confirm the fact makes him queasy.
Dana notices the look on his face, “If you think about throwing up at my desk, I’ll run you over myself.”
Robby snaps his head in her direction, “They confirmed the relationship? Jesus, it’s only been three months! What could’ve changed in three months? I mean, can you even be sure about something like that?”
Dana rolls her eyes. She’d been well aware of your little fling with Robby before his sabbatical. She’d also expressed her displeasure with h stringing you along and flirting with anything that had a heart rate over 40 bpm.
“What’d you expect, Rob? You wanted her to just be waiting here for you like a widower? You don’t get to dictate when you want to be serious with her. If you ask me, good for her with moving on.”
The words sting harshly in Robby’s chest and honestly, they’re meant too. He doesn’t get to play the victim when he hurt you.
That sad, furlong look takes over his face and demeanor. Dana frowns and leans over to him, “You’re depressing me, Rob. Seriously, I got menopause patients more upbeat than you. Take a hike and go make yourself productive.”
He slides away from the desk sorrowfully.
By the end of the shift, the chatter of your new relationship with Jack has died down, but it doesn’t mean that it ever stops. It makes Robby dizzy with the fact that he can hear people talking about how happy you are.
‘They’ve both got this pep in their step now!’
‘Dr. Abbot’s definitely been taking her to pound town! Look at how much she’s glowing!’
‘I heard that the nurse from pediatrics saw them kissing and she said it was so hot!’
‘Good for her! You know I heard that she and Dr. Robby may have had something going on, but she’s totally upgraded!’
‘Ugh that’s so tea! Dr. Robby’s a total slut anyways. Dr. Abbot gives faithful.’
Hearing the words sends an even bigger blow to Robby’s ego. He does the only sensible thing–he runs to the bathroom and vomits.
He walks out of the bathroom and tries to play it cool. He bumps into Jack on the way to his locker. The silver-haired man nods at him, “Good, I was looking for you. We need to talk about hand offs.”
“You sure you weren’t looking for me to brag about your new relationship?”
Jack rolls his eyes at the jab, “Nope, I don’t find joy in kicking a dog when it’s already down.”
He’s about to turn on his heels when Robby moves to stand in front of him. Robby glares at him, “Why didn’t you tell me that this was a thing? What? Were you waiting on your chance to slip up and steal her from me?”
“Last time, I checked, things were already ended between the two of you. Not my fault that I saw an opportunity and took it,” Jack states all matter-of-factly.
“You knew that I liked her!” Robby accuses.
“What are we, five, Robby? If you liked her, you would’ve appreciated her while you had her, man. Stringing her along and blurring lines is how you show her you like her? Come off of it.”
The two men stare off at each other, tension rising. Robby’s expression darkens, “You’re supposed to be my best friend. A real friend doesn’t take his friend’s woman. He definitely doesn’t slide inside of her when his best friend is gone for three months. You’re a snake!”
Jack’s eyebrows lift before he smirks and moves to stand closer to Robby. They’re both chest to chest as Jack lowers his voice, “You’re right. I’m a fucking snake in the grass, waiting to slither in. And once you were gone, I’d slithered my way right to her. I gave her what she needed Robby. I gave her stability and reassurance when you were too much of a pussy to do it. So if I’m a snake, then what does that make you?”
Jack pauses and looks up to think before snapping his fingers, “I know, it makes you a fucking coward. Come find me when you’re ready to have a grown up conversation.”
With that, he slaps a hand on Robby’s shoulder and walks down the hallway in all his 5’9 swagger. Robby catches sight of you as you step off of the elevator and make a beeline for Jack.
Jack pulls you into his chest and brings a hand up to cup your face. Robby’s chest feels tight as he notes the stars in your eyes as you gaze up at Jack. There was once a time when you looked at him like that.
Jack bends down to kiss you deeply before pulling back. It’s a bold move, especially when all of your coworkers are still around.
But it’s very clear to Robby that Jack is sending him a message. And that message is very clear:
I was just thinking about Jack and Robby in a love triangle with you, the orthopedic resident that works upstairs in the hospital.
You and Robby had a somewhat complicated situationship going on—because who isn’t Robby sleeping with in the hospital.
Somewhere along the way, you find yourself falling for Robby against your better judgment. Robby’s not helping your feelings. He blurs the lines constantly by acting like you’re in a relationship one minute and then being cold the next.
You try in vain to wean yourself off of Robby, but the man is just too good. He makes you cry on his tongue and fingers so many times before he even slides inside of you. It doesn’t help your feelings that instead of letting you leave like you initially did in the beginning of sleeping with each other, he asks you to stay, and makes you dinner.
You both laugh at his old man jokes before he has spread wide on the counter with one of your legs resting on his shoulder and the slaps on his thighs against yours.
Even when he’s leaning down and that Star of David chain is swaying in your face, he coos down mockingly at you, “You’re so pretty, you know that? I could stay inside you forever, honey.”
So imagine to your surprise and heartbreak that he suddenly switches his tune and starts to ice you out. You try to be a big girl and swallow down the sting of hurt when you clock him flirting with Noelle. You even swallow down the bile that rises in your throat when she mentions how he likes to keep the TV on at night.
It’s clear to you that you’re not the only one who’s been getting their insides rearranged by Robby.
The final straw that breaks the camel’s back is when you find out that Robby’s taking a three-month sabbatical and he had no plans of letting you know.
It also doesn’t help that he’s in a crappy mood and snapping at everyone in sight. Unfortunately, you happen to be at the receiving end of said anger.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? You can’t read a chart right now? What’s Park teaching his residents up there? Basics in incompetency,” Robby yells, garnering the attention of everyone around.
You bite back the sharp sting of tears that well in your eyes. You refuse to cry in the Pitt of all places. You take a deep breath, “I’m sorry you feel that way, Dr. Robinavitch, and I apologize for the mistake. It was simple oversight on my part.”
Robby scoffs, “A simple oversight?! Your simple oversight could’ve costed someone their life. If you can’t prove yourself to be an adequate doctor, then maybe you should take your skills to another hospital and out of my ER!”
The tears sting sharper at your eyes and your chest feels tighter.
“Hey!”
You recognize the voice of Jack Abbot as he rushes to stand between you and Robby. He glares at the taller man, “I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to go get some air! Taking your shit out on her is unacceptable.”
Robby opens his mouth to rebut, but cowers once he notices Jack firm stance and all of the judgmental looks that everyone’s giving him.
He storms off and you watch him pitifully. The embarrassment burns deeper once it settles that everyone’s watching you. You hate the pitying looks on their faces, so you roll your eyes and march off.
You hear the soft footsteps of Jack’s as he softly grabs your arm to turn you to face him. The soft look on his face only makes your angrier.
“I don’t need your pity. It was a fuck-up on my part that I own up to,” you said, trying to remove yourself, so that you could find a corner to cry in.
“Woah, woah, sweetheart, I’m not here to admonish you. You did nothing wrong, we all make mistakes here. Robby berating you like that is never okay. I need you to know that you didn’t deserve any of that, okay?” He places his arms on your shoulders and forces you to make eye contact with him.
The emotions from the day start to weigh down heavily on you and before you know it, you’re openly sobbing in Jack’s hold. He soften and navigates you both to a nearby stairwell.
Once the door closes, he pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms around you. You bury your face into his chest as you sob harshly. Jack hums and sways gently with you in his arms. He buries his face in your hair and breathes in the scent of the blue magic grease in your curls.
“Shh…it’s okay, sweetheart. I’m right here. You’re okay.”
It feels like forever as you stand there and let Jack hold you. You pull back sheepishly and give him an embarrassed smile, “I’m sorry, I just cried all over your scrubs.”
Jack shakes his head, “Sweetheart, don’t ever apologize to me for being human.”
“Thank you, Dr. Abbot.”
“Jack,” he corrects softly.
You smile at him, “Thank you, Jack.”
“Anytime. Go back upstairs and take a little break. I’ll handle everything else, okay?”
You nod obediently before he opens the door and lets you walk out first. Jack walks you to the elevator and watches you get in. As the doors closes, you both give each other soft parting smiles.
Jack mournfully watches as the elevator doors finally closes. He’s always had a crush on you, but didn’t pursue it in respect of whatever you and Robby have going on.
When you make it back to the ortho floor, you’re immediately greeted with the sight of your attending, Park the Shark, standing at the desk. He looks in your direction and quickly clocks the puffiness of your eyes and the dried tears on his cheeks.
Now Park may be a real hard-ass, but he definitely doesn’t tolerate people disrespecting his favorite resident.
He steps closer to you, “What happened?”
You can hear the tenseness in voice and how he tries to keep it calm to not upset you.
“I made a mistake when looking at the scans and Robby yelled at me in front of the entire ED. Not just a normal yell, he berated me and said that I was incompetent and needed to find another residency,” you explain.
You watch as Park’s face goes beet red and he runs a frustrated hand through his gelled hair. Because not only does he know for a fact that you’re one of his more brilliant residents (he wouldn’t have accepted you if you weren’t) but he knows that you don’t just casually make mistakes.
He looks down at you, “Go take a break. Drink some water and have a snack. M’gonna go back downstairs and take care of it.”
As the elevator floors descend, Park only gets angrier and angrier. Because if Robby was calling you incompetent, he might as well call Park incompetent too.
The environment of the Pitt shifts once everyone notices Park step off the elevator. Everybody already knows that Park the Shark doesn’t like having to come to the Pitt, so him being here without being paged reeks of trouble.
He makes a beeline to where Jack and Robby are standing at the desk.
“Hey! What’s this that I hear about you berating my resident?”
Robby scoffs, “Well, if your resident knew how to read a proper scan, I wouldn’t have had to correct her.”
“Give me the scans,” Park orders gruffly.
Whitaker slides the scans over to Park and points to the part where Robby claimed that you messed up. Park carefully runs his eyes over the scans closely and frowns deeply.
He looks up at Robby, “She wasn’t wrong. You were. The tear is here, which means the patient would require surgery to connect these tissues.”
He steps closer and crowds Robby’s space with the scan in his face, “Here, dumbass. Maybe if you had your glasses on and your head out of any nurse’s ass, you would’ve been able to read it properly.”
Park snatches the paper down and presses his face in Robby’s, “I don’t know why circus you’re running down here, and it may be okay for you to berate your residents, but mine are off limits. If I hear that you’re saying anything out of line to her again, I’ll come back down here and beat your ass myself.”
He slams the scan into Robby’s chest and stalks off to the elevator.
-
Not surprisingly, after your shift ends, Robby tries to make amends.
“Look, kid, I’m sorry. There was no excuse for me to berate you like that. I’ve been having a hard time and I took it out on you, but that doesn’t excuse my behavior. I’m sorry.”
Normally, looking into those brown puppy dog eyes would have you folding, but you only feel heartbreak at looking at Robby.
You sigh, “I can’t do this, Robby. You disrespected me in my place of work and questioned my skills. None of what happened today was okay. Not only that, when were you planning on telling me that you were going on sabbatical for three months?”
Robby runs a hand through his hair, “I thought we both agreed that this was casual.”
You open your mouth in surprise until you start laughing, “Of course, I’m so stupid! I thought that things would be different. I agreed to casual, but you’ve been giving me mixed signals, Michael! One minute, you’re asking me to stay and cuddling me in bed like I mean the world to you! The next, I have to watch you flirt with Noelle! I’m done with this, Robby.”
You turn on your heels to enter your car and leave. Robby watches you with that same pained expression. He loves you, but he’s too broken and damaged for something stable.
He gets on his motorcycle as he prepares for his sabbatical.
-
3 Months Later
Michael Robinavitch walks into the Pitt a brand new man. Turns out, that sabbatical was much needed as he took the time to figure himself out.
“Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Welcome back, Robinavitch,” Dana comments, once Robby walks through the door.
“Good to be back, Evans,” Robby responds, walking to the desk and reading the board. He claps his hand to round up the residents, who all eye him wearily.
It’s apparent that they all haven’t forgotten about his fall from grace. Through the awkwardness of the shift, Robby manages to wrangle the residents into some semblance of normalcy. He pulls them to the side, especially Samira, to apologize for his action.
A case comes in, a patient with shattered bones in their leg. A page to ortho and Park sends you downstairs. You move effortlessly through the room as you examine the case. Robby’s breath is caught in his chest as he examines you fully for the first time in three months.
He’d reached out once during the sabbatical, only to find out that you blocked him.
You look good. Actually, you look better than good. You’re glowing and there’s this new aura to you. Your eyes cross his and he tries in vain to find some semblance of emotion.
“The patient looks good for surgery. We have a room open and you can move him upstairs. I’ll let Park know,” you tell him, your tone clinical and professional.
You move out of the room and enter the elevator before he can even catch up with you.
At the conclusion of the shift, Robby tries to find Jack for handoffs. He finds the man standing in front of you, as you both chuckle at something that he says.
Robby catches you nodding and smiling along to Jack until you catch sight of him. Since when did you and Jack start talking to each other?
You give Jack one last smile, “See you later, Dr. Abbot.” Robby hears the way that you teasingly say Jack’s name.
Was there something going on between the two of you? No, couldn’t be. Jack wouldn’t cross that bridge.
“Hey, since when did you and Baby Shark become cordial?” Robby asks, hints of jealousy coloring his tone.
Jack shrugs, “She’s been consult on a few of my cases during the night shift. She’s really intelligent. I could definitely see an attending position in her future.”
Robby shrugs off the jealously. He’s being weird. You and Jack don’t have anything going on, just a typical doctor to student relationship.
He brushes off the inkling that tries to convince him that it’s more.
-
Robby drives to Jack’s house with breakfast in tow. Since being back, he tries to return to his routine of normalcy. Typically, he and Jack would have Saturday breakfast together before watching whatever sports game was on for the season.
He texts Jack, but doesn’t receive a response. He figures the other man must be sleeping. Good thing, he has a key.
He takes the elevator to Jack’s floor and stands in front of his door. Placing the coffee and breakfast in one hand, he rummages through his pocket for the keys.
He finds Jack’s key and slides it in the lock. Robby opens the door and slides inside the apartment. He sees the wine glasses sitting on Jack’s counter.
Huh, Jack must’ve had company the night before.
He walks to the bedroom and hears slight sounds coming from the door. He figures that Jack must’ve left the TV on. Robby gently opens the door and pauses in shock at the scene in front of him.
A woman’s naked back fills his line of sight as she bounces up and down. Loud breathless moans leave her mouth as she rides Jack. Robby freezes because the woman’s back looks familiar.
That sick feeling enters his stomach as he mind tries to rationalize that it can’t be the same woman. He pushes down the rise of vomit because he knows that this is the same woman by the tattoo that trails down her spine.
He’d spent many nights kissing that very tattoo.
You lift your thighs as you slam back down on Jack’s length. A desperate moan leaves both of your mouths as Jack matches your thrusts. He grabs your hips in his as he presses you down on him, “You feel so good baby. My best girl.”
You throw your head back as your nails imprint themself in Jack’s chest. The older man moans at the stab of pain that mixes in with the pleasure.
“Jack, you feel so good. You’re so deep…” you moan, as the man reaches down to play with your clit.
Jack moves to sit up and clasps his hand roughly in your Afro as he brings your mouth down to his, “Cum for me, sweetheart. Just like that. My pretty girl. God, baby, I love you so much.”
You moan loudly as your walls spasm and clench around Jack. He guides your hips as your orgasms courses though you.
The sound of drinks splashing against the floor startles you and Jack. You both turn to the door and find Robby standing there with his mouth ajar.
Jack moves the blanket to cover you.
Robby looks between you and Jack in shock. He scans his eyes across your face and your swollen lips.
It’s all too much. Seeing you and Jack having sex. The love bites that litter both of your bodies. The way that Jack’s arms come around you protectively.
Robby does the only thing that makes sense to him.
