content warning: only a smidge suggestive if you squint, major fluff, dad!jack abbot, mentions of pregnancy & children, marriage, no use of y/n
pairing: jack abbot x black!fem reader
summary: jack abbot is an ultimate sap for his woman
THEREāS no doubt that Jack Abbot would be utterly obsessed and head over heels for his wife.
Itās Mr. Jack ālet me ask/check with my wifeā Abbot.
The glow that brought color and warmth into his cheeks was impeccable when she walked through the room.
It got to the point where her vanilla scent would infuse into the fabric of his work clothes but he didnāt care. He didnāt care when he clocked into work and his co-workers could automatically clock it was him entering from the scent that lingered behind.
He was open to shake a head at pda at work, but he couldnāt help to wrap his arms around her waist, burying his head in the crook of her neck and giving her a lazy string of kisses. beyond the walls of their shared workspace, heād have no shame in a light bump of her hip or quick squeeze of her bottom. Heād worship her body like it was a religion; his fingers running across her dark skin as if it was almost made of pearls; the softness that rounded out beneath her thighs and sweet pudge of her stomach. He loved her breast, wanting to constantly lay his head on them during the evening or even. He thought they sat perfectly decorating her chest. He always offered to lather lotion on them always making her laugh.
Heād sometimes just watch her as she did her lengthy wash days, soon joining the routine as he helped her. Often joining her in the shower (for her sake and of course his own appeasement).
He loved feeling the bed dip beside him, watching her as she lathered lotion all over body. It was her own sacred ritual ā a connection of being so in tune with her body.
For the first time in his life, shopping trips became bearable, at least with her they made it all the worthwhile. Something to look forward to. Even when she would spend well over twenty minutes trying to pick between two dresses that were two similar colors of white, Abbot would take his time with her, attempting to give his hand in scattered fashion knowledge and claimed āEverything looks good on you no matter what you wear.ā
Jack had no problem with running down to the beauty supply store for whatever specific conditioner or shampoo she needed (of course with her being on FaceTime with him, guiding him through the store from the other side of the store).
He loved her hair most of all (if he could say that). The coils and curls framed around her face like it was her halo. Her hair walked with her as moved. He honestly wouldnāt be able to choose his favorite style since be cherished all them and couldnāt help but he excited when she came back from her hair appointments with a new hairdo.
If they had children, specifically if they had girls, he would do so much research regarding doing their hair. As he improved, he would attempt to do different styles per day before they headed off to school.
Heād let his girls paint his nails, even if he had work later that evening. Heād be proud to show off their hard work (even if the sticky nail polish had gone over his nail bed).
Jack Abbot loved himself a cookout ā during the early stages of their relationship, Jack would always question when the next cookout would happen as he was excited to meet her family. When he finally got the opportunity to go to one, he was beyond ecstatic. For the opportunity of meeting his sweet girlās family, but getting to indulge in delicious food, good music, the dancing, everything. In was in those moments he loved watching her the most. Getting to see his woman be in her element, seeing her flourish in the sun like she was drinking it up and it highlighted and hydrated her skin, churned out gold in her eyes. She looked at ease. Softer at the glance. Softer to the touch. The glimmer on her ring finger made it all worth it.
He liked the way the sun perfectly illuminated her eyes, lashes fluttering against her cheeks.
If he ever got her pregnant, he loved to watch her body grow, seeing motherhood grow upon her hips, thighs, and chest. He couldnāt keep his hands off her growing belly, even before she began showing. His heart would grow along with her softness that grew on her body.
Even if they didnāt have children, heād spend the majority of his paychecks on covering her nails, a new hairstyle, or even on a new car sheād been eyeing for some time.
All in all, heās a huge sap for his wife and he wonāt be sorry about it.
