In love with your jack series can we have a hint of what might of happened to cause them to break up ?
This literally made me so sad i need to follow up with a fluffier moment tonight but it was fun to write, thank you for asking!!!!!
pairing: jack abbot x f!reader
word count: 800ish
notes: prequel of ex!reader and babydaddy!jack also yes i did steal another scene from ER so SUE ME
It was never one big thing. It was the slow build — compounding fractures on both sides that never quite healed.
Jack wasn’t the one to suggest space. You were. He would’ve let it spiral into a blowout or let his guilt fester into something ugly. But you knew you both deserved better than that.
You’d been dating for six months when you realized you were late. He was on a tangent about work, barely coming up for air.
“These budget cuts are bullshit. We don’t have enough nurses upstairs, the boarders are piling up, and it makes everything ten times harder—”
“Jack,” you whisper, “How early can you get a pregnancy result from a blood test?”
“Seven days. Did I tell you what Robby said Gloria said?”
“Several times.”
He blinked. “Wait. Did you just say… pregnancy? You think you're pregnant? But—we’ve been really careful.”
“I know.”
“Did you miss your period?”
“Three days.”
“Okay. Okay. That could be stress. We’ll figure it out.”
It wasn’t stress.
A month later, you moved in.
One night, as you were getting ready for bed, Jack leaned in the doorway, “Will you marry me?”
You sat on the edge of the bed, towel-wrapped and exhausted. “No, Jack. We haven’t even known each other a year.”
“I’d marry you tomorrow,” he said softly. “Any day. I want to make this work. I love you. I love him.” His hand settled on your belly like a promise.
“I know you do. But I don’t need grand declarations. I need the little things.”
And Jack... Jack has never been good at the little things.
Sure, he never missed a doctor’s appointment. But he also ran to the hospital on his days off, stress trailing behind him like smoke. He brought work home and snapped, even when he didn’t mean to.
He was on rotation when your water broke. Of course, he wasn’t answering his phone. You called an Uber to get to the hospital alone.
He saw your texts and rushed to L&D just in time. Everything turned out okay. Except it didn’t feel okay. It felt like the beginning of an ending.
Jack was a devoted father. An incredible one, even. But he was a distracted partner. And you couldn’t blame him, not entirely. Postpartum knocked you sideways. You didn’t feel like yourself anymore. And the truth was, you both were just going through the motions — two tired adults playing house around a beautiful, babbling baby.
Beau was just over a year when it truly cracked.
You were walking through the park, leaves crunching underfoot, Beau kicking his legs in the stroller.
“Jack,” you said carefully, “are you happy?”
He didn’t hesitate. “I’m good. I’m good.”
“I think you should talk to someone. Therapy’s helped me more than I expected—”
“I said I’m good,” he cut in. “I’m just tired. The baby. Work. It’ll get better.”
You stopped walking. “Jack. I don’t think this will work if we keep going like this. I think I need a break. I’m going to take Beau to my parents’ for a week.”
He blinked. “I can’t really take time off that short notice—”
“I wasn’t inviting you,” you said.
--
Back at the house, you packed. Enough for you and Beau for a week. Jack held him while pacing the room, in and out like he couldn’t decide whether to stay or bolt.
Finally, you said, “Jack. Just say what you want to say.”
He stopped. Face flat, eyes hollow. Something at the edge of his lips — then he straightened.
“Yeah, um... just let me know what I can do to help.”
The next morning, you left.
Jack called off work for the first time in his career. Claimed he caught Beau’s flu. Robby knew better — especially when he showed up at Jack’s and saw your car gone, the house quiet, Jack hungover on the couch.
It didn’t take long for Robby to coax it out.
“This doesn’t have to be the end,” Robby said, flipping a beer cap off with ease. “She’s giving you space. That’s a gift. Don’t waste it.”
“She’s sick of the big declarations,” Jack mumbled. “Sick of me being all show and no change.”
“As she should be. You want her back, you rebuild the foundation. You follow her lead. Think about what she’s asked for. Start there.”
The next morning, Jack called.
He asked how you and Beau were doing. Asked if your parents hated him now.
“They could never hate you,” you said quietly. “I wouldn’t let them.”
“So, when you get back… maybe we talk? I need to have Beau in my life, and I’ll take whatever part of you I’m allowed. But you’re unhappy, and I can’t be the reason why. I’ll take your lead. If you want lawyers, I’ll pay for both of us to get them. Whatever you need.”
You were silent for a moment, heart cracking a little.
idk if this necessarily sappy but, eddie comforting you after a really bad nightmare/ night terror?? I suffer from them all the time & constantly wish I had someone to wake up to when they get really bad. If I was a good writer I would write it myself but I can't put thoughts down into words lol, plus I love ur writing <33
You're so sweet!! THANK YOU!!
Eddie would be phenomenal at comforting you! Wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his warm chest. Soft forehead kisses as he runs his hands over you hair and down your back. Whispering all the mushy stuff you need to hear... "you're okay, angel" "ive got you" "it was just a bad dream" "you're safe with me, sweetheart". And he would stay awake all night just holding you and making sure you're okay. He'd be exhausted the next day but it would totally be worth it.
-When he picks you up and sees your exasperated face he immediately takes you through your favorite drive-through for milkshakes and fries.
-He drives you home and dresses you in HIS comfiest pj’s while you mutter through a mouthful of fries about your dickhead boss, he just nods along going, “man that sucks baby, he sounds like such a prick” just so you can throw your hands up and go, “I know right! Like what the hell?”
-He puts on your favorite romantic comedy (which you know he finds mostly annoying but still laughs with you on certain parts) and rubs your feet, which he brought up onto his lap sometime after the beginning.
-Towards the part he finds most annoying (the cliché ‘go get her, man’ scene) he starts getting handsy along your thighs. You giggle at him, and he eventually rips your (his) pj’s off and kisses all along your thighs and hips.
-When he notices your giggles turn into the sweet little noises he loves the most, he knows he’s got you. He distracts you the rest of the evening with his tongue and fingers, until you’re a shivering mess.
-Movie long forgotten and sun long set, he carries you to bed and tucks himself in behind you.
-“Sorry I just kinda complained all day.” “Don’t worry about it, sweetcheeks. You had a bad day.” “Yea…”
-You fall asleep listening to him hum behind you. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad day. Well, at least afternoon.
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