Hi!! How about nurse!reader who just returned from maternity leave, and jack can’t keep his eyes off her new mom body
** I got a bit lost in the sauce and accidentally made her a resident...oops! So sorry, but hope you still enjoy!
Mommy Makeover
Jack Abbot x f!young wife!reader
Warnings: suggestive talk!, Jack being an obsessed husband, fluff, illusions of sex, but not explicitly stated, italics, and a whole lot of foul language...lmk if I'm missing anything!
Starting your first night shift back from maternity leave was truly spiritual warfare. You didn’t know what you were thinking leaving your new baby in your mom’s hands. Not that she was a bad sitter, she’s watched your siblings children a billion times and you truly trusted her with your life. Literally.
She was still your emergency contact even after you had been married to your husband, Jack, for two years.
You just couldn’t bear the thought going from spending every waking moment with her since she was born, bonding, the barely coherent newborn smiles, the newborn scent, and changing her diapers, to working the night shift again, 30 min from her, til sun up.
You came to the conclusion you not only have severe attachment issues for your husband but now your daughter together. That was a given.
“She’s back!” Dana called from the nurses station. Wide smile on her face.
“Whoop whoop!” Pearla and Princess shouted alongside her. You smiled widely at them, feigning small bows and curtesys for them as you made your way to the lockers.
You smiled fondly at the kind gesture your husband had left for you when you got here. He showed up early, something about ‘charts from my GSW patient’ that needed to be updated. So your mom had dropped you off.
A small lilac sticky note, with “Welcome back, honey. Have a great day, I love you :),” written on it. You couldn’t get enough of this man.
Today is gonna be a good day. You thought to yourself, unloading your bags into your locker, preparing for your first shift.
You made your way back to the hub to prepare for rounds that started in the next 10 minutes. You couldn’t even make it to the counter before Robby snuck up on you, a hug that lifted you into the air, eliciting a small yelp. It got the attention of everyone from the day shift, their excitement to see you back, not being hidden.
“Hi! I missed you guys. I feel like I've been gone too long." You hugged the day shift, not knowing how deeply missed you were.
"Finally, Jack will be less tense." Parker came up, just now arriving for her shift. "He was going nuts." He hugged you from behind, her arms coming across your shoulders.
"He couldn't have been that bad." You gave her a look, not believing your husband had been that much of a hard ass since you've been home.
"He was. Seems like he'll have bigger problems at hand." She motioned to your whole figure. Sizing you up. "Looking good, mama." She seemed very giddy at your appearance. You knew it wasn't objectifying, I mean, she had been your best friend, so this was just purely pre-shift hyping up.
You gave her a spin, the other women at the nurses' station giving their oohs and aahs. Dana agreed, "Yeah, got that new mom bod goin'. You look fabulous."
You noticed your hips got wider, your ass got thicker, and you had more to work with when it came to your boobs. You noticed the change a few weeks after giving birth. Jack was loving it, not that he hadn't before, clearly. But he hadn't seen you in scrubs since your last shift, pregnant belly being the only thing filling your work attire.
Now your scrubs were hugging all the right places. You blushed at everyone's affection, already excited for the new day.
You had been well into your shift, falling back into place like you had never left. You had repaired lacerations from an MVC, unfortunate freak accidents, and even did a few sutures down in triage. You were feeling really good.
Now, you were charting, sitting idly in a chair next to the nurses' station. You hadn't noticed your husband a few feet away, his feet carrying him in your direction. Perhaps that's cause he was moving slowly, taking in the sight of you.
He'd obviously worked with you in some of the traumas that came in earlier in the night, his gaze lingering when you bent over to grab stuff out of the crash carts. But this time, he could appreciate what he was seeing in its fullness. Literally.
He approached you, taking in the sight before him. Your legs close together, the fullness in your thighs looking like they could break free from the scrubs, he silently and selfishly wished they did.
The way you looked so delectable doing absolutely nothing. "Hey, baby, how's your shift going?" He spoke lowly, only so you could hear. His eyes were raking over just about every inch of your figure before he finally made eye contact.
"Hi," You smiled at him. You had missed him. "It's going pretty good so far, forgot how much I missed the ED." You grabbed his forearm, his hand tucked away in his pockets as he took the space next to you.
As fast as you placed it, you removed your hand. He desperately wanted you to put your hand back, not being able to control himself.
"I might die seeing you here." He stated, eyes trained on your charting, not actually paying attention to what it says, though. He couldn't. How could he?
"What?" You looked at him, a soft chuckle escaping your full lips.
"You're literally giving me heart palpatations sitting here, looking like that, and you don't even care." His hand started from your upper back, slowly making it's way to the base of your neck while he spoke. "Forget that I have a smoke show for a wife."
"Oh, Jack. Please. You'll live. You see me every day at home." You rolled your eyes, very playfully. Hiding the blush settling in your cheeks.
A trauma rolled in, Shen calling for Jack, which seemed like a lot, and he couldn't find Ellis. "Yeah, but this," He motioned to you as he started walking away, barely able to rip his eyes off you long enough to see where he was going. "This is heavenly. Maybe I've finally died and gone to heaven."
You couldn't take him sometimes. The dramatics seemingly been increasing over the last few months.
Now, you were assisting in their trauma, standing on one side of the bed, Shen on the other. You had been called in, just to observe watching Jack do his thing. You forgot how good he looked when he was in his zone. Calm, cool, and levelheaded.
But he was pulled away for a brief conversation with the surgeon; you didn't have time to try and hear before Shen was immediately asking for your assistance to take Jack's place.
"His BP's dropping. We need to intubate so they can prep him for the OR." You grabbed the chest tube, angling yourself behind the patient's head, hoping to get the best angle you could. You slid it in, feeding it through the patient's airway, your arms coming closer together as you watched the slack descend.
Jack's conversation was over, and he was now standing a few inches to your right. He should be supervising, watching, and making sure you haven't lost your touch in the four months you had off. He was, but he was also watching the way that your arms closed in on your chest, making your boobs look insanely good.
Of course, there was no cleavage out to the naked eye, though he partly wished there was, but he had seen you naked and in any clothing that left little to the imagination enough times to know exactly what you looked like under.
He was singing your praises at your work as the patient was successfully intubated and ready for transport to the OR, and he just didn't care. Not when you're standing shoulder to shoulder now, and you look the way you do.
He was gawking at his wife, treating patients, and supervising. A lot to do at once, but Jack was a man of efficiency and skill. So who said a man can't multitask at work?
Jack was in the break room, brewing his what, fourth cup of horrible coffee when you had walked in.
A heavy sigh left your lips, you hand in your hair, taking out the ponytail you had put in, deciding to rest comfortably for your little break.
Jack just watched the way you moved. The way your legs carried that beautiful body that gave him a beautiful baby girl, the way when you huffed just seconds ago, your lips settling in their perfect shape, the way your top was literally making you look crazy angelic even though you have mystery fluids adorning the inseams.
You could be wearing a trash bag right now, and he still would be tracing your every move. He was so lost in the way you just existed in his space, in his lifetime, and he was lucky enough to be the one you went home to with, that he hadn't heard you greet him. "Hm?"
You sat perched in the chair he appeared to be sitting in before your arrival. "I said, Hey, baby." Your hair fell onto your shoulders, making you look tirelessly pretty in this godforsaken lighting.
"Hi, sweetheart." He walked over and gave you a kiss. Quick but still sweet.
"I loved your little note you left me in my locker. You're such a cute husband." You giggled as he took the seat next to you, his hand instinctively finding a place on your thigh.
You two didn't care about the closeness and the intimacy now. You two were in a private room away from patients and other coworkers, not like they care, but you and Jack refused to get another HR visit.
Not after you two so carelessly disappeared for a bit too long in one of the on-call rooms. You both definitely went over the possibility that that's how you two conceived your daughter. But you both just let it go.
"Good, I knew you would. Just needed you to start the shift off right." Jack downplayed his affection to merely acts of bare minimum service. You loved him doting on you. He's done it since you both met, you think that's why you fell inlove with him so quickly.
His little acts of affection, whether they were small gifts, little notes like the one he left you this morning, or just doing things he knows you'd appreciate without being asked to.
You kissed his cheek, laying your head on his shoulder. You figured since you had him here, what else to do than to use your husband as a pillow for your resting eyes during your small thirty-minute break.
The silence in which you both sat was completely ruined the second Shen walked in. "There's the new momma." He smiled widely. He hadn't been able to properly greet you, both of you being thrown into traumas and focused on being doctors rather than any formalities.
"Hello." You smiled, your eyes tired, half-opened, but more than welcoming to this conversation.
"You look great, are you sure you just had a baby?"
"Ugh, stop it. Thank you." You swatted a hand his way, blushing incessantly, hiding your face in Jack's neck.
"I see, you somehow get ten times prettier and Jack gets so old he forgot how razors work." He poked fun at his friend.
"Hey, watch it. It only happened once, and I was insanely hungover." He rolled his eyes, you and Shen giggling at his embarrassment.
"I think it looks great. I love the scruffy look." You grabbed his chin, your fingers dancing over the prickly hairs that grew longer by the day on your husband's face. You kissed the corner of his mouth softly.
"Clearly, last time he had it that long, you two announced your pregnancy a week later." Shen rolled his eyes, now disgusted that he remembered that piece of information. "Ew, I actually don't need to be reminded that my older attending's sex life is better than mine."
You and Jack laughed heartily at that, watching him excuse himself and get back to work.
"For the record, you did get ten times prettier. I don't know how anyone is acting normal about this." He nipped at your jaw, peppering kisses anywhere he could. He seriously had a problem.
"Maybe that's because they just see me at work, not in all the ways that make our relationship different from the ones I have with them." You gave him a pointed look, "You're also my husband, you have to say that."
"I absolutely do not. I'm just speaking the truth. Didn't know there were levels to you being so hot." You had to stop Jack from kissing you before this turned into another on-call room fiasco. You could not sleep with your husband at work on your first day back.
"Okay, cool it, Dracula. You cannot eat me alive in this break room." You tried to swat his face away. Failing miserably.
"Can't I? Show everyone why you let me put a baby in you?" You literally choked on the sip of coffee you had stolen from him. You laughed out loud, neck growing redder by the second. Now you really had to leave.
"Absolutely not, Jack. I'm going to work before you baby trap me." You already had a baby together, so there was no use in fighting it.
"I'll let you baby trap me any day. No, seriously, what's this about liking the scruff?" You got up from your seat, indulging as you actively started heading towards the door.
"I think you look very handsome with salt and pepper everywhere." You winked as you looked down. Insinuating something very inappropriate.
"Oh yeah? So does this mean if I keep it, you'll give me another one?" You sighed, not even ready for that type of commitment yet. You just had Tatum; the last thing you were thinking about was having another baby.
"Goodbye, honey." You walked out of the room, leaving Jack, not too far behind, though. But far enough, you didn't have to listen to his nonsense.
Your shift was about to be over, you were just doing a quick once-over of your charts, preparing for the swap as Jack collected your guys' things.
You had been minding your business when you heard someone talking to you. "Excuse me, ma'am. Do you happen to be seeing anyone? Cause you're like so beautiful," You rolled your eyes, already recognizing the gravel in his low voice.
You smiled at your husband. "You're so pretty, you make the angels in heaven jealous. So can I, like, get your number?" He caged you in the counter. Both his arms on either side of you.
He already had your bag and his, his jacket covering his scrub top. "Hm, I don't think so. I have a hot husband that I refuse to let look at another woman." You shrugged.
"Oh, do tell."
"Yeah, he's an army vet, turned ER doctor. He's super hot and jacked. His muscles are so sexy, it's even sexier when they're wrapped around my neck when we-" You were cut off by a now amused but very scared and embarrassed Jack. You loved making him flustered in public settings. You spent your whole MS3 year doing just that; that's why he put a ring on it. He secretly enjoyed it too.
You had been lucky that there was no one close enough to hear your hushed whispering. "Alright, I'll take the hint. Lucky guy." He wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You had discarded the tablet, now following your husband out of the ER.
"Yeah, even gave him a baby." You punched his ribs softly as you two walked to your car. His eyes were watching as he opened the door, and you got in. He truly loved the way motherhood was sitting with you.
You guys had driven to your mother's house. You picked up your baby and were finally headed home. You loved that this was your new normal. Car rides with not just you and Jack, but a little piece of both of you. The constant reminder of the love you two shared for each other.
"Isn't she so cute?" You said as you watched your baby coo at you in the back seat. You hadn't really said it for a response, just throwing it out in the open that your baby was the cutest thing you've ever seen.
Jack had been looking in the rearview, silently agreeing with you on what you had been talking about, but also just looking at you. "Yeah, she is." His eyes stayed on you. You looked up. Meeting his gaze.
"Eyes on the road, old man. We have precious cargo." You blew him a kiss before he looked away. He smiled softly to himself.
"Yes, ma'am."
He got you all home safely, of course. You expected nothing less. You settled into your quiet home, putting the baby in her nursery, before you and Jack cooked something to eat.
You ate, had conversations about your shift, the comments that you got after being back, and all he could do was watch the way your eyes lit up at the praise and how you missed being back at work. "Are you even listening?" You said, getting up and collecting the bowls from your guys' meal.
"Yeah, of course I am." He was, he really was. But he was back to watching the way you sauntered off into the kitchen, still in your scrubs, and he still had all those thoughts about how you looked unbelievable in a work uniform.
"Really? Cause you've been giving me the same look all day. Like you haven't seen me in my scrubs since I started working in the Pitt." You smiled softly. Rinse the bowls, opting to wash them later.
"There's something about the way you look right now. I'm insanely turned on." His straight face, which he maintained throughout the whole conversation, was comical.
"Jack," You perched yourself on his lap, your waist slightly brushing against the table, your legs off to one side as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You were peppering kisses all over his face.
"You're being dramatic. I look the same in my work clothes."
"Nuh uh. You look like those hot doctors I used to have in my wet dreams." He kissed your neck, finally able to do something about this image he's had of you all day.
"Oh, wow. You're insane."
"You like it." His whispers were getting lost in the trail of kisses he was leaving down to your collarbone.
"Mhm."
"You know what's even better than seeing you in your scrubs again?" His eyes met yours now. Your breath fanning his face, still dazed by the slow sleepy drunk kisses he was leaving on you seconds ago.
"What is that?" You dipped your head, matching his desire as you started kissing everywhere your lips could reach.
"The fact that I'll be taking them off you." You squealed when he lifted you up in his arms, carrying you bridal style to your shared bedroom.
"Oh? Figured you want me to keep these on since you're so hellbent on ogling me all day."
"Wait...that's an option?"
"No, Jack. Take me to bed or lose me forever." An endless stream of giggles you left in your wake as Jack quickened his speed.
"Well, whatever my baby wants."
