OR OR reader goes out with santos and mel after the fourth of july shift and gets drunk with them and calls jack for a ride home and he drops them off one by one but he stays with her and tucks her in and it’s sooooo fluff
yay thank u for the request i hope u enjoy!! | 1.6k of fluff, ‘her’ used in reference to reader once
The humidity outside somehow feels less stuffy after having been in the bar for a couple of hours.
You tip your head back when a gentle breeze blows through, soft as a whisper but it kisses your heated skin all the same.
“Shit,” Trinity mutters from behind you, looking down at her phone. Her face shines a little with sweat, baby hairs sticking to her forehead.
“What’s wrong?” Mel asks immediately. She’s let her hair down tonight, both literally and metaphorically, and you’re glad to have witnessed it.
Today’s shift was a lot. More so than usual, and when Santos had suggested a night out to Mel, and then to you when she caught you listening in, it was easy to accept.
Your throat aches a little from the numerous songs you shouted more than sang, but it’s a welcomed scratchiness. It reminds you that you’re here and alive.
You turn towards the pair that are now both focused on Trinity’s screen, their brows scrunched. One concerned, one more annoyed.
“What is it?” you ask.
“Literally no Uber wants to go to three different drop-off spots,” Trinity tells you. “And if they do, they're charging an insane amount.”
You let the next words slip out before you really think of it. Later, you’ll blame it on the alcohol, but you’re hardly more than tipsy by now. The last two drinks you had were water.
“I can call Jack.”
Trinity and Mel stare at you.
“Abbot,” you add.
“You can call Jack Abbot?” Trinity asks you, something almost teasing in her tone.
“Yeah,” you say, shifting on your feet. “Unless you wanna walk?”
“Oh, no. Please, call Abbot,” she tells you.
“I think it’s a good idea,” Mel says, smiling a soft, encouraging smile.
“Okay, I’ll just-” you point over your shoulder and step away, digging your phone from your purse. His contact is easy enough to find. You stare at it, your finger hovering over the screen.
You’ve had his number saved for a few weeks now. He’d given it to you after a rough shift, finding you by your locker and typing it into your phone himself with an urge to “call if you need anything.”
And you just… haven’t. You’ve pulled up his contact countless times. Looked at his name there as he’d typed it; Not Dr. Abbot. Just ‘Jack.’
Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to just hit the call button. He’s your attending, and sure he’s flirty with you, but he’s a little flirty with almost everyone. And ‘call if you need me’ is just a thing people say. At least, that’s what you’ve been telling yourself lately.
You suppose tonight you’re testing to see if he really meant it. If you’re not totally alone in wanting to get more of him somehow.
You press the button and hold your phone up to your ear, looking to see if Trinity and Mel are watching you. They are. Mel gives you a thumbs up.
And then you’re turning back around, because after only three rings, the line clicks, and a low “hello?” slides through the speaker.
“Hi!” you say, wincing at how awkwardly it comes out. “Um, it’s me. Are you busy?”
Jack ignores your question. “What’s going on?”
“Me and Mel and Santos are out and no Ubers are taking us. You know, Trinity’s actually a pretty good singer. Anyways, I was wondering if you could come get us? It’s totally fine if not, I mean, it’s warm, so we could walk-”
“How drunk are you?” Jack asks you, not judgemental or accusing, just curious.
“Just enough to let myself call you,” you say quietly. “Not enough to not know what I’m doing.”
“Okay,” he says. “Tell me where you are.” Like it’s that simple for him to drop whatever he’d been doing just because you asked him to. Like whatever he heard in your voice was convincing enough. Almost like he didn’t need any convincing at all.
He shows up only a few minutes later, pulling up to the curb right in front of you and leaning over to open up the passenger side door.
You wave at him. He wiggles his fingers back and nods at you, urging you to get in beside him.
Trinity and Mel climb into the backseat, chatting quietly between each other.
You watch as Jack pulls away from the curb, listening to Mel’s directions back to her place. Watch as he turns up the AC when he catches you fan yourself, an arm reaching over to aim the vent towards you.
“Thank you,” you say.
And when he turns his head to quickly wink at you, it’s hard to come up with anything else.
He drops Mel off, and soon enough it’s Trinity’s turn.
“You gonna be okay?” Santos asks you, more suggestive than anything, once Jack’s parked.
Only, Jack takes her seriously. He twists around in his seat to look at her and say “I’ve got her.”
You sink into the passenger seat, embarrassed and delighted.
She salutes him and climbs out of the car. And then it’s just you and Jack.
“Is it okay?” you start, a sudden nervous flutter in your stomach. “That I called? I mean, I hope you weren’t busy, or-”
“Sweetheart,” he stops you, that same low, patient but sure voice as on the phone. “I gave you my phone number. I want you to use it.”
“Oh, okay. Good. That’s good.”
Jack has the hand not holding the steering wheel resting on the centre console. He shifts his over just enough that his knuckles brush your arm once, twice, before pulling away again.
“Good,” he agrees with a little nod.
And before you can say something else, he’s parking outside your building. You only just realize then that you hadn’t been giving him any directions to get there.
You look at him, his black t-shirt tights across his shoulders, his hair curling around his ears. Then, there’s his fingers squeezing the steering wheel, his knee bouncing.
He’s nervous, too, you think. Or affected, at the very least.
It’s what makes you brave enough to say: “Do you want to come up?”
And Jack, turning his head to look into your shining, shy, hopeful eyes could never say no to you. Not even when he probably should.
He lets you lead the way to your door, a hand hovering behind your lower back in case you stumble. You fumble with your keys until he takes them from your hand and unlocks your door for you, holding it open with an outstretched arm that you have to duck under to walk inside.
It’s only when you bend down to take off your shoes that you feel the lingering effects of the alcohol, your vision a little fuzzy around the edges, your head swimming and focused all at once. Because every thought is about Jack.
Jack, standing in your living room like he was meant to be there, like the space just miles itself around his presence. Jack, leaning down to help you slip your shoes off when he catches you struggling, a warm hand on the back of your leg, letting you use his shoulder for support.
When he straightens up again, he’s much closer than before. You suck in a breath, eyes dancing across his face. His do the same, before settling on your mouth.
Your chin tips up the slightest bit, like you’re making room for him, inviting him, and Jack nearly accepts it. But you’ve been drinking, and this isn’t anything new for him. It’s not spur of the moment. He’ll want you the same tomorrow, more even.
So when he leans in, and you let your eyes slip closed, he doesn’t let himself kiss your mouth, but presses his lips softly to your cheek, then to the hinge of your jaw, before pulling away.
“You should get some rest,” he tells you.
You nod, a hand coming up to your cheek like you’re keeping his touch there a little longer. “Will you- do you wanna stay?”
“Sweetheart.”
“We don’t have to do anything, it’s just late, and-”
“I’ll stay,” Jack tells you.
You lead him to your bedroom, and if you thought his presence in your living room was something, this is entirely more destabilizing.
Where there’s an alternate reality where he’s in here for more. Where he’s leaning over you on the mattress, where his smell is etched into your sheets. And maybe it isn’t so far fetched, not with how he looks at you.
How he’s taking care of you tonight.
To that point, Jack goes into your dresser and picks out some pajamas for you once he finds the right drawer, setting them on the edge of the bed. He’d assumed you’d go into the bathroom to change.
Instead, he watches you reach for the hem of your top. His eyes widen slightly as you lift it, exposing your stomach. He turns around before it gets above your chest.
Jack’s meant to be a strong man, but the sight of your bare skin—skin that’s new to him—makes his heart stutter. Makes him weak.
“I have a spare toothbrush in the bathroom,” you tell him, prompting him to turn back around to find you now changed. “And I have some sweatpants if you want to change. They might not fit you, but-”
“I’m alright,” he says. Really, he’s thinking similarly to you. Thinking about a world where his toothbrush lives beside yours and he’s got a spare change of clothes here already.
And when you settle into bed after brushing your teeth, Jack’s prosthetic leaning against the nightstand, facing him with your cheek pressed into your pillow, that world doesn’t feel so far away.
“Thank you for coming,” you whisper, eyes fluttering sleepily.
I picture Jack as being really bashful almost with you in public? Like he’d hold your hand, or have his hand in your thigh or whatever but then when someone noticed he’d be really cute and hide in your neck or go red and kiss you in the cheek?? Also lots of ‘babe’ and ‘gorgeous’ and you’d call him ‘J’ because it was simple and cuuuute ☺️ I think about this a lot ✌🏼
me too! i think he would go all red and stare at his feet n shuffle around when someone said the two of you were cute together and then once they left he would look at you still all red and blushy and place a kiss on your cheek bc bubs knows damn well you look good together. I can also see him calling you gorgeous omg my knees are weak
A jack lowden imagine? Can you try and make it a smut, if not just a regular imagine is fine! Thank you💕
I Need You (NSFW)Jack Lowden
Synopsis:
You’re friends with benfits but you’re both developing feelings.
Word Count:
994
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The hotel room in New York was dark. The curtains of the floor toceiling window where the bed was were open revealing the tops of theskyscrapers amongst the night sky and occasionally an airplane or helicopterwould fly by. You and Jack lay side by side in the luxurious king sized bed,sweaty and panting. You laughed lightly as you tried to catch your breath afterexperiencing the best orgasm you’d ever had.
“Was tha’ good, princess?” Jack asked, rolling the ‘r’ in‘princess’, making your insides squirm.
“Jack, you know it was.” He laughed and sat up, propping himself onhis elbow and looking down on your fucked out face.
“Yer so beautiful.” He whispered as his free hand came up to gentlypush your hair from your eyes. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, then yournose, then you leant up to meet his lips in a sweet post-fuck kiss.
This would’ve been the part where you exchange ‘I love you’s, butyou and Jack weren’t in a relationship, you were merely fuck buddies. Youbecame close working together on Dunkirk, and as the only female cast memberyou were immediately drawn to anyone who would show you the slightest bit ofaffection. That was Jack. He always had his arm around you or was pressing akiss to your temple absentmindedly, but you both knew that a relationshipwouldn’t last. You were an established actress who lived her life in thespotlight. Jack wouldn’t be able to catch a break and the level of invasivenessthat he would experience from the media would be too much too soon.
The both of you had made a pact when you became friends withbenefits that there would be no feelings involved, however over the course ofthe press tour for Dunkirk, the two of you had started heavily relying on eachother to keep yourselves sane. You would long for 9 P.M. to roll around so thatyou could answer your hotel room door to Jack ready to ravish your body in theways he believed it should be.
And, as it would seem, you nearly cried each night after he left togo back to his room so that no one on the cast would suspect anything was goingon between the two of you. You sighed as you looked into Jack’s gorgeous eyes.
“Do you ever think that we should just stop doing this?” It brokeyour heart to ask the question but you needed to end things before youaccidentally blurted out that you loved him. You could tell that Jack was takenaback by your question, but he did expect it sooner or later. You could see himcreating an appropriate answer in his mind but you never would’ve dreamed ofhim saying what he did.
“I need ye, princess. If we stopped, I wouldn’ be able to survive.”Your eyes fluttered shut and your breathing became erratic.
“Sweetie…”
“No, Y/N. I need ye. I wan’ ye in every way ye’ll let me have ye. Ilove ye.”
This time you didn’t even think before answering.
“I love you too.”
“Let me show ye how much I need ye, gorgeous.”
All you could manage in your blissed out state was a slight nod ofthe head and a quick peck on Jack’s lips before he disappeared underneath thesheets. He kissed his way down your abdomen until he wrapped his lips aroundyour clit and sucked harshly.
“Fuck, Jack!” You moaned as you gripped his hair, pulling himcloser to your core. He lapped at your juices until you were all but screamingunder his touch. As his tongue plunged in and out of you, you sobbed his nameand praises until you hit breaking point when you came all over Jack’s mouth.When he emerged from under the covers, you could see that his face wasglistening with your juices and he kissed you until you were all the both ofyou could taste.
“I love ye.” He whispered before flipping you onto your stomach sothat your forehead was practically against the glass of the window looking outover all of New York City at night.
“Yer so gorgeous.” He marveled as his hands traced your curvesbefore cupping your ass and bending down to give each cheek a kiss. Hepositioned himself so that his front was against your back and lined himself upwith your entrance.
“I can’ live withou’ ye, me beautiful girl.” You whimpered as Jackpraised you, then moaned as he pushed himself inside you. His thrusts startedslow and deep, letting you feel what you did to him and how much he needs you.As he rocked back and forth, he was kissing your shoulders and neck sweetly,relishing in the blissful moans and groans that his actions were releasing fromyour mouth.
“Jack, I love you! Fuck, I love you so fucking much!” You cried outas his thrusts became quick, hitting the exact spot inside you every time.
“I know, princess, show meh wha’ ye’ve go’ fo’ meh. Come on, baby,let i’ all ou’.” Jack held you as your body convulsed with your orgasm,whispering sweet nothings and lightly kissing every inch of skin he could find.As the both of you came down from your high, Jack refused to let you go untilyour body had stopped trembling and your breathing had returned to normal.
A few minutes later, with Jack stroking up and down your arm gentlyand kissing your neck sweetly you finally spoke.
“No more hiding us from anyone, okay? I don’t care who knows, Ijust need you with me.”
“Princess, nothin’ would make meh happier than kissin’ ye in fron’of everyone on tha’ red carpet tomorrow.” You sighed contently as Jack held youeven tighter to his chest.
“Stay.” You managed to whisper before sleep overtook you.
okay unfortunately i’m a sucker for hurt comfort and would love reader coming into the ED for like semi-minor injury (maybe like a broken arm or something) and Jack+PTMC found family just being so sweet and doting (pre-est. relationship?)
i was very focused on jack and forgot the PTMC found family part, but i hope u like it anyways 😣 | 0.8k of fluff mostly and a wrist injury (no blood involved!)
Your still-damp hair drips down your back as you walk through the PTMC waiting room doors, surely leaving a damp spot on the back of the t-shirt you’d thrown on.
It’s strange to be entering this way. Like a patient.
You walk up to the check-in desk, thankful that the line is only a couple of people long. You should be thankful to be waiting in a line at all—it’s what you tell your patients, anyway. You see cases based on severity, be glad you’re able to wait a little while. But your wrist is throbbing and swollen, and your shirt is sticking to your back uncontrollably, and you should be in bed right now. You shouldn’t be back at the ED and certainly not with an injury.
And yet, you are.
You walk up to the desk when it’s your turn, smiling at the clerk on shift. She asks you your name, what happened, hands you a form to fill out, and just as you’re about to take it from her with your good hand, someone calls your name.
Someone whose voice you’d recognize anywhere, gravelly and steady. Jack Abbot walks into the reception area at the perfect time.
“What’s going on?” he asks you, jerking his head towards the doors that separate the waiting room from the ED.
He bends to tell the clerk something, but you can’t quite make it out through the screens and the noise happening in the rest of the room. Even when it's nearly midnight, the waiting room is jammed.
You meet him by the doors, and he holds out a hand to guide you through, wrapping it loosely around your arm, just above your elbow, to guide you to a room.
“I think I broke my wrist,” you tell him, holding up the hand in question.
Jack leads you to one of the empty rooms, shutting the door and then the curtains as you sit down on the bed. It’s been a little bit since you’ve been on nights with him, but he still seems to know you. To remember that you don’t like to make a fuss, to be the centre of attention.
He grabs the rolling stool and sits down, placing himself just in front of you at the foot of the bed. Your knees knock against his. Yours bouncing with worry, his warm and still.
“What happened?”
You wince at the thought of telling him. It’s embarrassing and stupid, but you know that having the full picture helps—you’ve pulled it out of patients enough times yourself—that you say it anyways.
“I was in the shower and slipped. I tried to catch myself and landed on it funny.” Before he can respond, you continue, “I know we’re not supposed to, and we tell people that, but it happened so fast and I-”
“Hey,” he stops you with a warm hand on your knee. You hadn’t even been aware it was still bouncing until then. “It’s alright, it’s our instinct. Can I take a look?”
Jack’s hands are held palm-up, and you reach out and set your wrist in them. His fingertips are calloused, a little scratchy against your skin where he touches you, but they’re just as gentle.
He prods at your skin, explaining each step and smirking a little when you finish his sentences. You know the drill, after all. And it helps to occupy your mind, helps you hold in your pained noises.
When he presses one spot, though, a hiss slips out, and Jack immediately retreats. “‘M sorry, honey.”
The pet name is a painkiller in itself.
“It’s okay,” you practically whisper.
He tests your range of motion next, apologizing softly each time he can tell you’re uncomfortable or hurting, even when you don’t say anything. He can tell how you’re feeling by the catch in your breath, by the way you hold it or scrunch your nose.
Jack doesn’t let go of your hand even when he’s finished. “I don’t think it’s broken, but we’ll get you an X-ray to be sure. And some painkillers in the meantime.”
“I’m okay.”
“Advil, at least,” he encourages.
He only lets you go when you nod, leaving the room and coming back only a couple minutes later with a bottle of Advil and a cup of water. He sits down in front of you again, and you take them from him one at a time as he hands them to you.
Once you’ve taken both, you say, “You don’t have to stay with me. I’m sure you’ve got other patients. Better things to do.”
“I’m exactly where I need to be,” he tells you. He says it so simply that there isn’t really any room for you to argue.
“Well, thanks, Dr. Abbot. For taking care of me.”
“Just Jack. Please.”
“Okay. Thank you, Jack.”
It comes out quiet, unsure, but his knees are brushing yours again and his head is bent close to yours so he can keep his eyes on yours. You don’t miss the way they seem to soften when you say his name, like he’s never heard it spoken like that before.
“Anytime, honey.” He knocks his knee against yours more purposefully this time. Doesn’t pull it away. “Anytime.”
anyways i just fantasize about being the charge nurse on the night shift and you guys have a dana/robby type friend but with more flirting
tysm for your request!!! this is my first jack fic so i hope i did him justice!! | 0.9k of fluff
In a rare lull (you won’t say the q word) during your shift at the PTMC, you’re groaning at the vending machine in the hallway. Mateo had taken one look at your annoyed brow and told you he’d cover your patients for a few minutes.
He’d probably been right to do so; your biggest downfall is how grumpy you get when you haven’t eaten for a while. Maybe not ideal in your line of work, but hey, it could be worse.
Being a nurse is hard. Almost every patient takes a teeny piece of your heart with them, and there’s no telling how long you’ll have more of it to give, but you're not a quitter. You love your job.
You love your difficult, demanding, exhausting, and still somehow rewarding job.
But you might have to file a complaint to whoever is in charge of this vending machine, because you’ve given it three dollars now, and your bag of chips remains inside, hanging stuck to one of the metal prongs. Taunting you.
“Come the fuck on,” you huff, pushing the ‘OK’ button for what’s probably the fitieth time. You push it another five times quickly for good measure.
Still nothing.
You hang your head back and whine quietly, dramatic little tears of frustration pricking behind your closed eyelids.
And then there’s footsteps coming up behind you. You pick your head up and open your eyes just as Dr. Abbot walks around you, inserting himself between you and the vending machine.
“I wouldn’t,” you tell him when he pulls a bill from his pocket. “Piece of crap has already taken three whole dollars of mine.”
He catches your eye over his shoulder, says a simple “don’t worry about it” and turns back to the machine.
Your frustration wanes, a tiny smile tugging at your lips as you watch his back. His broad shoulders beneath his scrubs, the hair that curls at the nape of his neck, like he needs a trim but hasn’t had the time. He’s always showing up when you’re having trouble, but he never makes it seem like it’s anything more than normal. Natural, even.
He inserts a dollar into the machine and presses the button for your bag of chips. You shake your head fondly. You should’ve known he wasn’t even coming over for himself.
Once more, the machine jams, and nothing falls.
“I told you it’s broken,” you say.
Jack twists towards you again, holds up a teasing hand to stop you. “I got it.”
“Yeah, okay, sure you-”
You’re cut off when Jack smacks a fist into the side of the machine a couple of times. And sure enough, the chips fall.
“-do.”
He bends down to grab the bag from the slot, turns around and leans his back against the vending machine, opens the bag of chips, and holds them out to you. “Voilà.”
Jack pulls the bag back when you reach for it, steals a chip for himself, then holds them out again, a little smirk on his face as he chews.
If it was anyone else, you’d be annoyed at the loss of a piece of food when two thirds of the bag is already just air, but it’s Jack. And he can get away with pretty much anything with you.
“Dr. Abbot, vending machine whisperer,” you say, taking the bag from him. It crinkles between your fingers when you reach in to grab a chip and pop it into your mouth. “Thanks.”
“Can’t let my favorite nurse go hungry, can I?” he says, tucking his hands into his pockets, still leaning against the machine, still wearing that proud, teasing smile.
You and Jack have always gotten along. He was quick to welcome you when you switched to nights, quick to taunt Robby about stealing you away from him. You’d developed a rhythm, you and Jack. When you shared patients, it was almost like you shared a mind, moving as a unit. You’d finish his thoughts, be on the way to do things before he told you to do them.
And when you work so closely with someone, when you practically spend half of your time with them, it’s hard not to feel something towards them.
For you, that meant having a crush on him. Letting him flirt with you, flirting with him in return. Knowing that you’d probably never do anything about it, and that he wouldn’t, either. It lived between the walls of the Pitt.
Occasionally, on the bench in the park across the street after a long night.
“Besides,” he continues, “I think the patients down the hall heard you cursing at the thing.”
“I was whispering!”
“Sure you were sweetheart.”
Oh. And there’s that. Him calling you sweetheart.
He never does it around patients or other doctors or nurses. It’s only ever when you’re alone, spoken like a tender little secret. It falls on your ears like a kiss. Something just for you.
“Either way, thank you for coming to my rescue, Dr. Abbot. Or maybe the machine’s rescue.”
“How many times do I have to tell you that you can call me Jack when there’s no patient involved?”
You look down at your stupid, tiny bag of chips and bite back a smile. “Thank you, Jack.”
He picks himself up off the vending machine and takes a step towards you, the toes of his shoes nearly kissing yours. Jack takes another chip from you, forcing you to look up at him again.
“Was that so hard?” he asks. Then he’s walking around you again, his arm brushing yours as he passes, and his steps retreat back down the hall.
The next time you come in, there’s a bag of chips already sitting on the counter in the break room with a sticky note stuck on that reads your name. It’s written in Jack’s handwriting.
Idk if I asked but what would jack be like cuddling?
If he was upset it would be holding you v right and hiding his face in your neck but if it was just regular before bed cuddles it would be a lot of neck kisses and he would hold your hand too. If it was on the couch he would have his head lying on your stomach and leave kisses all over your hips n thighs and every now and then he would bite you playfully for attention HAHAHAHAH
Could you please do one where Jack finds out he's going to be a dad?! I can't get over thinking of him with a baby lol
We’re Gonna Be Parents?
Jack Lowden
Synopsis:
Jack finds out that you’re pregnant.
Word Count:
843
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You were young. Four years younger than Jack, in fact. You weren’tready to be a mother, were you? You still had so much living to do. You’d beenin the spotlight from such a young age that you can’t remember a time where youdidn’t feel scrutinized by the media and the public. A child! How was Jackgoing to react? You knew he loved you but sometimes you felt like he gotfrustrated with you being so young. He was ready to settle down and have a bigfamily, but you were only just getting started.
You would love this baby witheverything you had, but you didn’t know if Jack wanted to take this big step inyour relationship. 14 months as an official couple was nothing, and now youwere having a baby. Coming clean about it was the only way you were going tocalm yourself down, so you called Jack.
“Hey, baby.” You called cheerily into the phone from your LosAngeles home to his humble apartment in London.
“Sweetheart, I miss ye so much.” His groggy morning voicereplied.
“I know, baby, but I have a surprise for when you get here onSaturday!”
His face lit up at the mention of a surprise.
“Can I ‘ave a clue?”
“It’s small, but it’s a big deal.”
Jack spent the entire rest of the phone call trying to prymore information from you, but you wouldn’t budge, telling him he would findout when he arrived in America in a few days’ time.
Those three days were torture for you, because only you andyour dogs knew about the baby. When you received a text from Jack that he wasin an Uber on his way to your place, you began employing breathing techniquesto calm yourself down. You were waiting at the front gate when he arrived,pulling you into a bear hug that lifted you off the ground. Your four dogs wentcrazy, barking and growling at Jack until he put you down then snarling everytime he tried to come closer to you.
“Wha’s wrong, babies?” He cooed to the puppies who usuallyloved him.
“I guess they haven’t seen you in a while so they don’t recognizeyou.” You lied. The truth was, the dogs knew before you did that you werepregnant. They knew something was different with you and begun protecting youfrom any noise and following you around the house to make sure you didn’t getyourself hurt. As you and Jack made your way up to the house, dogs trailingslowly behind, Jack remembered his surprise.
“It’s inside, so hurry up.” You laughed as Jack ran ahead ofyou to reach the huge house quickly. After leading him to the luxurious loungeroom which overlooked the backyard and a complete view of LA, you sat him onthe couch and took his hands in yours. The dogs jumped up after you and sat asclose to you as possible, gently pawing at your flat stomach.
“It’s okay, babies, mummy’s okay.” You whispered as youpatted them and reassured them that you were okay. Jack was getting more and more confused as towhy the puppies were being so needy and protecting you so much. You looked himin the eyes and took a deep breath, preparing yourself to break the news.
“The puppies and I have something to tell you, baby.”
“Okay…” Jack trailed off, looking more confused than before.
“I’m pregnant, Jack.”
There was silence. You couldn’t bear to look at him for fearof seeing his disgusted face. You knew he didn’t want this with you and yourfoolish, romantic mind had convinced you that it was all going to be okay, whenin actual fact, you were going to have to raise this child on your own. All thesethoughts raced through your head as the silence stretched on longer and longer.
“Are ye serious?” Was there hopefulness in his voice? Youlooked up to see tears filling up Jack’s eyes and a grin threatening to breakout on his face. When you nodded gently he laughed in disbelief.
“We’re gonna be parents?”
“Yes…”
“Oh my God, princess. We’re gonna be parents!” He exclaimed causingyou to laugh in relief. He held you close to your chest and kissed your hairover and over again whispering how much he loved you.
“You’re gonna be tha mother of me children.” He said it indisbelief, as if he couldn’t quite register that this was real. He placed hislarge hand on your stomach and spoke to his child.
“’Ello, darling. I’m yer daddy, and I’m so excited to meetye. Yer incredible mummy is gonna grow ye inside her ‘cause she’s a goddesslike tha’, and then we get to meet ye.”
By now, tears were flowing freely down you cheeks as youpulled Jack closer to kiss him tenderly.
“Best surprise ever. I love you both.” Jack whispered,caressing your stomach.
He’s scared to let the world know about you but he loves you so much he’s willing to do anything.
Word Count:
531
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You and Jack had decidedto keep your relationship a secret until you knew it was real, as you were anestablished actress and he was just starting out in Dunkirk. You knew that thismeant your relationship would be under intense media scrutiny, so you wanted toprotect Jack as much as possible.
You knew he was reluctantto be open about being with you as he didn’t think he was ready to receive allof the attention and privacy invasion, but he’d made the mistake of letting thepaparazzi see him entering your Hollywood home as if it were his; there wereimages of him typing in the gate code, greeting your big dogs as if they werehis own, collecting the mail which had been delivered. In less than ten minutes,the pictures were all over every news website and social media platformimaginable. Jack was pacing in your living room, pulling at his hair and breathingerratically.
“Babe, would it be sucha bad thing if we just came clean about us?” You asked tentatively from yourspot on the couch, curled up with your guard-like dogs. Jack stopped pacing andlooked at you incredulously.
“Ye! Ye, i’ would be abad thing, actually Y/N. I’ would mean I woul’ git zero privacy, tha media woul’watch every move I made and fer tha rest of me life I woul’ be followed allaroun’ the world. And all fer wha’?!” You were taken aback by his final commentand you fought to hold back tears.
“Oh, I dunno. Maybe, atthe end of the day you get to be with me? The woman you love? I guess all ofthose inconveniences would be worth it if you had my love? But no, I’m the inconvenience,I see that now, Jack. Once I’m out of the way you can go back to living yourcozy life. You’re a coward.”
Jack towered over you ashe walked to the couch.
“Wha’ did ye jus’ callme?”
“A coward, Jack. Youscared of what confirming our relationship might do to alter your life. Your scaredto have to commit long-term to me because the media and fans would come afteryou if you broke up with me so soon after we announced us. I love you, but ifthat’s not enough you should go.”
“Baby, I’m sorry.” Jacksighed, tapping one of the greyhound’s backs to get him to give him some spacenext to you. “Ye know I love ye an’ I now realize tha’ nothin’ could make mefeel differen’ly. No’ tha media, no’ anybody. Are ye okay?”
“Fine.”
“Are ye mad?”
“A little.” He testedyour boundaries, sliding his hands gently around your waist and pulling youonto his lap. You let him, as your resolve slowly melted and you snuggled intohis chest.
“I love ye, princess.”
“I love you too.” Hestroked your back for a few moments, lightly kissing your hair occasionally.
“Do ye wanna pos’ thapicture tha’ Harry took the other nigh’? Tha one of us kissin’ at tha club?”
“Are you sure?”
“Posi’ive, darlin’. Iwan’ everyone to know yer mine.”
