5.5k || All my content is 18+ MDNI || CW: discussion of pregnancy; taking pregnancy test and waiting for and then getting the results; mention that reader had a rough first pregnancy with a few scary moments but no in depth discussion; mention that reader was borderline HG during her first pregnancy; mention that reader is nauseous; quickest second of angst again where Jack thinks about losing you during/after a pregnancy; softness; silliness; cuddling; snuggling; loving on each other; fluff; happy fluffy domestic dad!Jack; no use of y/n.
Summary: You and Jack find out if Baby Abbot # 2 is on the way.
AN: This is set in what I'm calling the Peep AU. 😂 You guys seemed to enjoy those two and their little girl and I had requests for more of them and asks like this one giving me ideas for more of them so here we are! I still feel like I'm in a bit of a writing funk and my writing is worse than usual but I'm trying to tell myself that's just my brain being a dick to me. This feels kind of meh, but I hope that it's fluffy and sweet and sappy and gooey and god I love Jack Abbot. 🫠 Thank you so much for your support and for reading! I hope it's alright and you enjoy! ♥️
You walk out of your en suite and shut the door behind you, let out a long breath as you look at Jack.
It's Saturday morning and your daughter is still sound asleep in her bed so it's just you and Jack right now. And it's perfect. It's perfect that you both woke up before she did and have time to do this together the way you did the first time.
"Come here," Jack murmurs. He opens his legs a little further where he's sitting at the edge of the bed and holds his arms open for you in invitation. He already has his prosthetic on for the day, knows your daughter will be up soon, and with her running around and wanting to play and being the busiest little girl he's ever seen he just prefers to have it on. You walk over and stand between his legs, rest your hands on his shoulders and look down at him. "You okay?" he asks softly with a slight raise of his brows as he looks up at you.
"I…" You shrug deeply and laugh a little. "I feel like I'm going to be sick."
Jack nods slowly, his hands wrapping the backs of your upper thighs. "Like for real or metaphorically?"
You squeeze his shoulders and swallow hard. He knows the answer immediately and you know he knows based on the slight frown that pulls onto his face and the little worried crease between his brows. "For real, unfortunately."
"You think it's morning sickness or just the kind of... nervous anticipation?" Jack leans forward and kisses your tummy a few times. He wishes he could take the nausea away with just a simple kiss, wishes he could transfer it to himself so that you didn't have to go through it. He knows how much you hate the feeling and how much you hate actually being sick. He hates that he can't just make it go away.
"I don't know." You move one of your hands from his shoulders to his curls, run your fingers through them as he kisses at your tummy. He's so sweet you don't know what to do with yourself. "Both, probably. The nausea is on par for last time. If I am pregnant it'll probably get worse in the next couple of weeks and turn into full fledged morning sickness. But there's a lot of nervous anticipation too," you laugh softly. "It's just, I don't know. We might be having another baby, Jack. I might be pregnant."
Jack looks up at you smiling and you can't help but smile back at him, especially when one of his hands rests on your hip and the other starts to rub soothing circles over your tummy. It always amazes you how much it truly does help you with your nausea. You're not sure if it's a psychosomatic thing but you don't really care. It helps. He helps. He always helps everything.
You got your IUD out a month and half or so after you and Jack first started talking about Baby Abbot #2 that night your daughter was up and down a lot and called you in just to change her pajamas. It hadn't happened immediately, not for your and Jack's lack of trying. You knew it wouldn't while your cycle regulated itself out, but there was still some piece of you that hoped it would be immediate. But you can’t complain. Three months after getting your IUD out here you are taking a pregnancy test.
It was kind of funny when you got home last night. Jack didn't work so you got a Friday night as a family. When you went into your room to change once you got home you had to laugh when you walked into the bathroom and saw that Jack, like you, had picked up a box of pregnancy tests. Neither of you wanted to wait until morning but you knew it was for the better so you did. You guys managed to find some incredibly fun and pleasing ways to distract yourself and get you both to sleep.
"But then, you know, I might not be. I might just be late. And that's… I don't know." You blow out a long breath and shake your head. "I'm nervous about both possibilities. Nervous in a good way about being pregnant, of course. It's just a, a, a…."
"A big life event? Bringing another life into the world? Another baby? Being nervous makes so much sense, Sweetheart and is normal." Jack can see you starting to spin and want to over-explain yourself and your feelings so he does his best to reassure you that you don't need to. "I promise I know that you being nervous about the fact that you might be pregnant doesn't mean you don't want to be or don't want this or them. All you being nervous about being pregnant tells me is that you are an incredible, amazing mother who cares and loves her baby and potential babies with her whole being."
He gives you a crooked smile. "And personally, I'd be concerned if you weren't nervous at all about having a second baby. I'm nervous. About all of it," Jack laughs, the sound so reassuring that some of the tension in your shoulders melts away.
"But here's what I know." Jack squeezes your hips and pushes just a little and you take a step back so that he can stand, his hands moving to your waist. "No matter what that test says, everything will be okay." He nods at you. "I fully believe you and I can get through anything together."
"I know," you murmur as you and Jack come together in a tight hug. "I fully believe that too, Jack."
"Good," he whispers back, holds you a little closer and rocks you gently. "Shit," he stills, tries to pull away but you won't let him.
You already know what he's worried about. "It's not making my nausea worse, I promise. I'd tell you if it was."
"You better," Jack laughs softly. He smiles to himself at the way you already knew, resumes holding you tight and rocking you, presses a kiss to the top of your head and breathes in your shampoo.
"I think my stomach would if I didn't," you mumble with a playfully self-pitying laugh.
Jack's smile to himself turns into a frown. It's not that he's not ready to take care of you while you suffer through morning sickness again, or that he resents having to or doesn't want to or anything like that, he'd take your entire pregnancy off from work if that's what you needed, god knows he has the time after all the years he's been at the Pitt and how little he used before he met you.
It's that he knows how much you hate being sick and he hates seeing you suffer and not feel well and it scares him. You were borderline hyperemesis gravidarum during your first pregnancy, luckily getting some relief around 15 weeks, and Jack knows way too much as a doctor about how dangerous HG and borderline HG can be, so you being that nauseous this early scares him, makes him somehow worry about you and your health and your well-being even more than he normally does, kicks his protectiveness over you into overdrive. "That bad already?"
You take in a deep breath through your nose and shrug in his arms. "Yes? No?… I don't really know. I think I need to know if I'm pregnant first. Though, I guess I don't really need to know once I say it out loud. I think either way it's worse right now from the anticipation."
"Alright Sweetheart," Jack murmurs. "But let me know if you want me to ask Robby to call in a script for some zofran."
"I will. Thank you for taking such good care of me." You settle into his arms further, rest one side of your head on his chest in the center and almost hunch into him a bit so it feels like you're tucked up against him as he holds and rocks you. "Also, tests."
"What?"
"You said no matter what that test says." You nuzzle your face into his chest because you realize how ridiculous and silly it seems and feels as you prepare to say it out loud, a little sheepishness in your voice. "It's tests. No matter what those tests say. I dipped six just to be sure."
"Oh." A beat passes and then Jack starts to laugh and you smile into his chest. "I love you," he laughs, the feeling infused into every word so purely it sinks into your bones even more. "I love you, do you know that? I love you so fucking much."
"Of course I know," you giggle along with his laughter. "And I love you that much too." You press a kiss to Jack's chest and continue to rest against him in his arms for another minute or so as his laughter dies down and you soak up a little more time being close like this.
Eventually he presses another lingering kiss to the top of your head and gives you a gentle squeeze. "Come here," he murmurs, loosening his arms around you a little.
You pull back just enough so that you can look up at him, share smiles that reflect the love and adoration you have for each other. Jack leans down and in and kisses you, starts with short, sweet kisses that melt into deeper, lingering kisses until finally you and Jack are standing in your bedroom making out with each other, one of his hands coming up to hold your face and keep you steady for him.
When you break apart for air you rest your foreheads against each other's, Jack's thumb brushing back and forth over your cheek. You both know it's time, that it's past time and the tests have been ready for a few minutes now as you've focused on each other and these moments together.
It hits you both at the same time. You guys have always talked about and seemingly more or less settled on two kids. So if these tests are positive, if you're pregnant, this could be the last time you ever do this, ever stand in your bedroom together and love on each other while pregnancy tests develop on the counter in your en suite bathroom and then find out you're pregnant. This likely would be the last time.
You and Jack nuzzle your noses together and then share a few last kisses before pulling your heads apart and looking at each other the way you did when he was proposing and when you were standing across each other on the altar and when you found out you were pregnant with your daughter and when she was being placed on your chest for the first time.
Jack smiles at you, unwavering and quietly reassuring even with his own nervous anticipation that shows in his smile. He slides his hand to your hips and squeezes softly. "You wanna look together or you wanna look and tell me?"
"I don't know." You think about it for a few seconds. "I'll look." As soon as you say it you change your mind, think you'll be sick if you go look and that's the last thing either of you need right now. "No, you look." And then a better idea hits you. "Okay, okay we'll look together." But then your mind settles on you and Jack finding out in the same exact way you found out about your daughter. "No, okay. I'm going to go look and tell you."
Jack wears a small amused smile as he waits a few seconds to see if you change your mind again. "Okay, Sweetheart," he nods. "No matter what those tests say everything will be okay," he repeats before leaning down and kissing your forehead. "I love you."
"I love you too," you murmur, voice surprisingly steady for as nervous and excited as you feel.
Jack's hands release your hips and you take a step back, look at him for one final encouraging and reassuring smile that he happily gives you and then turn around and walk towards your bathroom door. Once you've turned around Jack steps to the side a little so that he won't see your reaction and know before you're able to tell him.
You pause at the door and take in and let out a deep breath before opening it and walking over to the counter where the tests are laid out. You pause again a couple steps away from the counter, close your eyes and replay Jack's words in your head, no matter what those tests say everything will be okay. And finally you gather enough of whatever it is you need, open your eyes and finish walking to the counter.
Even though you knew it was a possibility you still have your breath taken away and tears still hit your eyes at the answer the first test gives you. As your eyes move over the remaining five tests and find the same answer tears start to stream down your cheeks. You cover your mouth with your hand to hide the way your breaths become shuddery as you keep running your eyes over all of the tests.
You know you need to pull it together so that you can go tell Jack, can go do this and go through these emotions with him. It isn't fair to keep him waiting.
So, you take in a few deep breaths and let them out slowly, wipe the tears from your face and blink back the ones that try to fall and replace them. A shaky hand reaches out and grabs one of the tests, one of the ones Jack bought because you know he trusts that brand the most. You look down at it in your hand and let out another breath before walking back toward your bedroom.
Just as Jack goes to call out for you to see if you're okay you step out of the bathroom. Normally Jack feels like he can read you incredibly well, easily almost, with how well he knows you, just like you with him. But like when you found out you were pregnant with your daughter, Jack can't seem to read you at all right now, doesn't know if he really can't or if his brain is just spinning too fast with the anticipatory nervousness flying through his system.
"Jack," you whisper just loud enough for him to hear you as you walk over until you're standing in front of him. You hold the test out for him and your other hand moves naturally and instinctively over your womb. "I'm pregnant."
"Oh my god," Jack whispers, his eyes stuck on yours, and then on your hand covering your womb and then to the test you're holding out from him. Jack's hand shakes just as much as yours did as he grabs the test from you and studies it, finds the same exact answer you did and that you just told him. "You're pregnant?" he asks in confirmation like he hasn't looked at and doesn't have the test in his hand. His free hand drops to cover yours where it rests against your lower abdomen, large enough that when he splays his fingers out they rest against you, protective and possessive and loving. Jack's eyes are wide and round and teary as he holds your gaze. "You're pregnant again? You're giving me, us, another baby?"
You laugh through a quiet sob and nod, tears of joy and happiness and love streaming down your cheeks. "I'm pregnant," you nod, beaming at your husband and stepping closer to him. "All six agree," you laugh, sniffling as another flood of tears wet your cheeks. "We're going to have another baby."
"You're pregnant," Jack laughs as tears start to stream from his eyes. "You're really pregnant. We're really having another baby." His chin trembles and he chokes back a small sob of sheer joy and happiness. "I love you. I love you so fucking much."
Jack blindly tosses the pregnancy test behind him onto the bed and has his arms open and ready to catch you as you finally nearly fling yourself at him.
You wrap your arms around his neck, one hand fisting his shirt at his shoulder and the other tangling in silvery curls you adore beyond reason. "I love you so fucking much too, Jack. I love you."
Jack beams at you as more tears slide down your face and then leans down and kisses you, your noses smushing against each other and tears mixing together as you exchange kiss after kiss and bask in the news and each other and how much you love each other and your family, your babies. After a particularly lingering kiss you nuzzle your nose against his and rest your forehead against his as you continue to hold each other close.
"Thank you," Jack sniffles, squeezing you a little tighter for a second. "Thank you so much. I'm so excited Sweetheart."
"I'm so excited too Jack," you laugh through some more tears. "I can't wait to get to see you with a newborn again. Watch you do the dad walk out of the hospital."
Jack laughs and rocks you both side to side like he did earlier, still crying just like you as the news fully sinks in. "Holy shit, we're having another baby." He shakes his head, overcome by some kind of wondrous awe just like he was the last time he held you like this when you told him you were pregnant.
"Another little human to love and take care of." Your voice is full of the same awe that Jack's has and that his eyes reflect when he pulls back to look at you. "Already growing away in there."
Something about that sends another heavy wave of emotion through Jack, his tears that he was starting to get under control suddenly back to blurring his vision before he blinks and they spill over and down his cheeks. "You're incredible," he murmurs, voice thick with tears and emotion and love and that same awe because he can't fucking believe how amazing you and your mind and your body are for doing this. Again. "Thank you," he tells you again. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," Jack whispers against your skin as he presses kisses all over your face in between his words.
You scrunch your nose under his lips when he presses a kiss there, smiling to yourself and sniffling. "Thank you Jack," you murmur back to him, fingers scratching at his scalp as you push your lips out for a kiss.
"Nothing to thank me for," he mumbles against your lips before giving you the kiss you seek. And then another and another and another until you're making out a little bit. He smiles down at you, watery but so incredibly genuine and loving. "I just get to do the fun part in making them."
You shake your head at him. "You do more than that. You're the best pregnancy and labor partner. I couldn't have done it without you last time." You release his shirt and let that hand come to his face and wipe away some of his tears. "You being the best is going to be even more important this time now that we have a little girl running around to take care of while this one is growing. And I feel and know that I am so lucky that I don't have to worry about whether my husband is going to help me and if I'll have his support during this pregnancy. I know you'll help me more than I could ever even ask for and that I'll have your support in every way I can think of and fifty I can't."
Jack laughs as another couple of tears escape his eyes, tilts his head at you in a silent thank you. "This isn't about me. This is about you and this amazing, incredible thing you're doing. Helping and supporting you is the fucking least I can do. I love you, Beautiful."
"I love you too, Handsome." You give him a watery smile of your own and adjust to hold his face in your hands before pulling his head down to yours so that you can kiss him again. You never want to stop.
At some point though, you do have to. You almost pout when Jack releases you from his arms and steps away but you stop when he tugs gently on your hand as he sits back on the edge of the bed, pulling you to stand between his legs again.
As your hands find their spot back on his shoulders Jack rests one of his hands over your womb where you held your hand earlier as you told him, his other hand on your hip. His lips tremble as he smiles at you and tilts his head, fingertips pressing lightly into your lower abdomen.
Jack tears his eyes from yours and looks at his hand for a few seconds before leaning closer to it. "Hi," he murmurs, brushing his thumb against you as a little way to feel connected to them. His eyes glance back up to yours. "I need a nickname for them."
"You do," you nod softly. "I'm not good at nicknames. I don't think other nuts work, though." You click your tongue and shrug. “Almond just doesn't quite have the same ring to it as Peanut does, you know?"
He laughs and shakes his head at you. "No, it's not quite the same." Jack looks back at his hand and pulls it off to one side so that he can lean into you all the way and press a kiss against you, as close to kissing them as he can get right now. He presses a few and then rests his forehead against you there for a few seconds as his hand finds your other hip. When he pulls his head off you he gives you one last lingering kiss there and then looks back up at you, wiggles so that he's sitting on the edge of the bed a little deeper. "I'll think of something when I see them for the first time just like I did with her."
You don't really need the invitation but Jack pats his thigh in one anyway. "You will, yeah." You climb onto his lap, adjust so that you're sitting on your butt on his thighs, your legs wrapping around his hips. "And it'll be perfect."
Jack nods and you're not sure what brought it on but you can see the way his thoughts turn down a darker alley of his brain, his eyes growing worried and anxious and scared, mouth pulling down just a touch at the corner of his lips. He swallows thickly before he speaks. "You're going to be okay, yeah?"
You know what he means, know he's thinking about what he voiced when you very first started talking seriously about Baby Abbot # 2. He's thinking about how rough your first pregnancy was at times, about the really scary moments, the moments where he thought he was going to lose you.
"I am, yeah," you nod at him with a gentle, reassuring smile, keep your voice light and confident, but serious enough to reflect how seriously you're taking his question and the thoughts you know he's having and that he knows you know he's having. "We've got this. I have the best OB and I live with the best emergency medicine physician who I know won't let anything happen to me. So I just have a strong feeling I'm going to be okay and we're going to grow old together watching our babies grow up and live the life of their dreams and maybe have babies of their own if that's what they want."
You cradle his face in your hands and wipe the remnants of his tears off his cheeks with your thumbs now that you've both stopped crying. "I'm not going to promise you because I can't and because I don't want to jinx anything, but I'm going to be okay, Jack."
Jack's quiet for a second as he holds your eye contact and lets your words sink in. "Thank you," he whispers. After a couple of seconds he takes in a deep breath and lets it out through his nose while shaking his head. "I'm sorry, I'm not trying to take away from the moment and please don't think this means I'm not excited or happy. I am, I promise. I'm so fucking happy and so excited I can barely fucking stand it. We're having another baby. You're pregnant."
"I never thought that for a second, Jack. I understand, I promise." You lean in and kiss him, let your hands run down his neck and splay over his chest. "I'm so fucking happy too," you murmur against his lips. "We're having another baby. I'm pregnant."
Jack hums as you kiss him again, takes your face in his hands gently to keep you right where he wants you as he deepens the kiss a little and drinks down the contented sigh it pulls from you. When you have to break apart for air you exchange smiles that radiate your love for the other. Like you did for him Jack runs his thumbs over your cheeks to clean up the remnants of your tears.
"So," Jack starts, lightheartedness and wonder back in his voice after your reassurance. He rests his hands on your hips. "Based on your last period you're probably around four weeks right now, which means you're due…" He trails off, looking away from you slightly for a minute as he does mental math before they return to yours. "Sometime around November 5th." He tilts his head at you and pushes his lips together in a little smiled pout like he's thinking about something too adorable for him to process. "We'll have a little turkey for Thanksgiving."
"We will." You click your tongue behind your teeth and almost pout at him a little as you smile, melting at the cuteness just thinking about it and the silly little turkey outfit you already know Jack is going to buy for them. "We'll have a little turkey." Your mind thinks beyond them in an outfit and goes to a shirtless Jack with a newborn looking extra small against the broad, toned expanse of his chest, and Jack's big hands being so gentle with them as he bathes them and Jack with your daughter asleep on one half of his chest and your newborn on the other. "I love you," you murmur, laughing at yourself for being vaguely misty eyed again.
You lean in and share more kisses with him, soft and sweet and almost flirty as you steal them from each other and almost battle with each other to kiss the other's face. Your hands run a bit outward and then up so that your forearms rest on his shoulders and you can play with the curls at the nape of his neck.
"I'm glad I won't be in the third trimester during the summer for the most part," you sigh happily. "Hopefully it's a temperate fall."
Jack hums at you and gives you a little smirk. "I'll take you on a babymoon somewhere nice and cool, I promise." He leans forward and kisses the hollow of your throat and looks back up at you as he pulls back. "Wherever you want."
"Wherever I want, hm?" you smirk back at him, eyebrows raising just a touch. "Seems kind of dangerous to give me that power."
"Not at all." He shakes his head once and looks so matter of fact it’s adorable. "You deserve a nice vacation wherever you want and then a whole lot more."
You hum at him this time and lean in for another kiss. "You're the best," you murmur against his lips. "Don't argue."
He gives you a couple of little playful grumbles but doesn't argue and just takes a couple more kisses from you until you pull apart again. "Peanut's going to be a big sister. She's going to be so excited."
"She is," you nod at him, smiling. "She's going to be the best big sister." Talking about her makes you really think about this pregnancy and what it could look like in comparison to your first. "It's probably going to be harder to keep this pregnancy a secret," you laugh softly.
There are at least two reasons you can think of for it and Jack gives voice to one. "It's going to be impossible to keep it a secret once we tell her. She's going to want to tell everyone, her teachers and her classmates and random people at the grocery store and everyone she sees at the Pitt when she comes to visit."
"Exactly," you laugh. "She's going to want to tell everybody that she's going to be a big sister. I wonder where she gets that chatterbox quality from," you tease him with a wide smile.
Jack rolls his eyes at you playfully. "You love that quality about her and about the man she gets it from."
"Mm," you hum, "I do. I so very much do." You bring your lips to Jack's and kiss him, a little deeper than the previous ones you've shared. "I love my yapper husband and how much he loves to talk." You kiss the corner of one side of his jaw. "I love how vocal he is," you murmur, words sultry as they fall off your tongue. "I love how much he loves to talk me through it."
Jack's lips catch yours as you try to move to kiss the other side of his jaw. It's even deeper than the kiss you just gave him, and before you know it you and Jack are fully making out and pulling little sighs and moans of pleasure from each other.
You kiss until you both need more air and pull away, panting softly as you look at each other. You can't help the amused smile you give him. "We probably want to wait to tell her until the second trimester to tell her."
"Yeah," Jack laughs, nodding, "I think we probably want to wait to tell her until we're okay with people knowing."
You laugh along with him, trail off and tilt your head at him, smirking, because you already know how this is going to go over. "It's also going to be harder to keep a secret because I'm probably going to show earlier this time."
You watch Jack's jaw clench and his eyes widen and pupils dilate a little as he starts to think about it. He rolls his jaw as he takes in a deep breath and then lets it out slowly. "I'm so looking forward to seeing you with a bump in cute spring and summer dresses, and light sleep camisoles and my old shirts," he tells you quietly, voice all gravel and low and unreasonably hot.
You somehow manage to just keep yourself together at the sound of his voice and the way he looks at you, roll your eyes at him playfully and giggle. "You're ridiculous."
"Yeah, but you know what?" he smirks at you as you raise your eyebrows at him in a silent what? "You love that quality about me too."
"I do," you nod, smirking back at him as you repeat your words from earlier just like him. "I so very much do." You lean into your husband again and kiss his forehead as your fingers continue to play with his curls and scratch as his scalp. "I love you, Jack."
Jack does the same as you and kisses your forehead. "And I love you, Sweetheart."
You pull your fingers from his curls as much as it pains you, wrap your arms around his neck again and melt into him in another tight hug, your face nuzzled into his neck. Jack's arms wrap tightly around you and the two of you stay like that for a few minutes until it seems to hit you all over again and you pull out of the hug and look at him.
"We're having another baby, Jack." You let out a soft laugh of disbelief and beam at him. "I'm pregnant." You shrug shallowly as your forearms settle back against his shoulders and your fingers back in his hair. "I know we don't have blood test results, but…"
"You are," Jack beams at you, brings one hand to rest as far down your abdomen as possible. "You're pregnant. I know it. I can feel it." A teasing smirk pulls onto his face, or at least attempts to, his smile so wide that he really only gets a flash of a smirk at you and the lightest air of it to his smile. "Plus, all six agree."
"Yeah," you giggle, lean in and kiss him before murmuring against his lips. "All six agree."
I need him so badly!!!! 🫠😩 I would give him as many babies as he wanted!! I just know he would be the best pregnancy and labor partner and so supportive and amazed by you and would do everything he could for you. 🫠 What a man. Anyway lol, I hope it was okay and enjoyable and that we'd still like to see more of these two! Let me know! And thank you again for all of your support and for reading!! ♥️
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