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this is lowkey crazy but do you think jack or pope would have a belly bulge kink? maybe the fics are getting to me
18+ cw: bulge kink!
i think they both do, sets them both off, but pope more so than jack. the way i picture pope looking down as he’s got your legs wrapped around his head, seeing the print of his cock bulging in your tummy, i think he’d slow his hips—splaying his hand on your stomach, murmuring, “you feel that?”
n you’re a mess under him—he’s so fucking big, so thick, it has you moaning, practically sobbing. he’s running his hand up and down your belly, reaching forward to grab your face, forcing you to look down. you’re all fucked out, eyes trying to focus, widening as you see the way his cock bulges inside of you. keeping his grip on your face, he focuses on how his cock slides in your pussy so perfectly, bulging out of your stomach—“look at the way i fuck you. how small you are—how big i am, fuck.”
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you’re standing in his doorway, trying to stop pope from leaving to go on his first job back with his brothers, wearing his favorite panties of yours, his favorite bra. “andy—c’mon just a quickie, they won’t notice!”
he walks up, looking down at you over his nose, huffing as he tries to move you. you trip a little, twisting to wrap your arms around his neck. “please—you’ve been gone so long, baby. i miss you.” you run your fingers over his scalp, watching him debate this in his head.
“fine. only if you shut up about it—n make it quick. this is my first job back.”
you squeal. bouncing on your toes as you take his hand, guiding him towards the bed, having him sit against the headboard in his camo pants, army green top. fuck, he looks so good. veins on display and all.
you sit down on his lap, lifting up his green shirt, running your hands along his abdomen before fiddling with the button of his pants, dragging his zipper down to take out his hard cock. you start to pump him, relishing in the way he feels—so hard and so soft, before he’s grunting, “quit playing with it.”
you roll your eyes, “so strict—they won’t leave without you,” n you lift up as pope helps you, taking his finger to pull your panties to the side as you sink down on his cock, moaning and arching your back at the feeling. you’re still not used to his size with him being back, didn’t forget how big he was, just need time to adjust.
once he’s bottomed out, pope guides you by your hips, up and down slowly, gritting his teeth as you’re moaning like a fucking porn star above him. “fuck, andrew! so big—oh my god, oh my god!”
it feels animalistic the way you fuck him—scratching him through his army green shirt, biting on his ear, throwing your head back, hands to your tits to play with your nipples—pope loves it, loves watching the way your pussy swallows his cock, fabric of his pants chafing your thighs.
you’re lost in each other, don’t even hear it when deran bangs on the door, yelling for pope to come out, “quit fucking! we’ve gotta go!” when pope finishes inside you, poor boy scrambles to get up n button his pants—not wanting to miss this job as you’re giggling on the bed.
jack abbot is the kind of girl dad who would absolutely break down crying in the middle of the kitchen after his daughter comes home from school clutching a crumpled piece of construction paper and proudly tells him, “we had to draw our favorite superhero today.”
and he’s expecting batman. or spiderman. maybe some cartoon character she’s obsessed with that week.
but then she hands it to him and it’s him.
him in his blue scrubs with a little red cape scribbled behind him in marker. a crooked stethoscope around his neck. huge smile on his face. stick figure patients in hospital beds with hearts over their heads because “daddy makes people feel better.”
and in giant uneven letters at the top:
MY DAD SAVES LIVES.
and jack just has to sit there trying not to sob because to everyone else he’s a doctor doing his job, but to his little girl he is literally a superhero.
like are you kidding me. he would keep that drawing forever. framed in his office. folded in his wallet. probably tearing up every single time he looks at it ten years later.
Happilymarried!Pope who makes everything a onesided competition on who treats their wife best. He just wants to brag how he kisses the ground u walk on because how are they criminals but Cath has to work at a bar??? Uh uh not Pope's wife, she's lapping up the sun by the pool in their house or busy spending his money around, not a care in the damn world hair done nails done in a cute lil car...his card has never graced the leather of his wallet cause its always in her purse
oh my gosh yes, absolutely. oh he's so husband ohhhh i'm sick!! i especially love this with ditzy, bimbo!reader <3 i got a little carried away but it's andrew so it fits! :)
everyone's at the house waiting for dinner to be made, just standing around and chatting. it's hot, bordering on nauseating humidity, and all andrew wants to do is see his pretty wife before dinner. he needs alone time, quiet time in his old room to just sit and gaze at you as you chatter.
but now? andrew's engaged in a mindless conversation with craig, hearing him drone on about his latest hook-up while he stands with his hands on his hips nervously. you're due at smurf's house at any minute, a promise you made as you laid out on the beachfront of your home, waving at andrew as he got in his truck to meet up with the boys earlier that day.
he couldn't stop himself from kissing you. he was 15 minutes late. big fuckin' deal. andrew's family knew he needed his "you time".
deran's cooking tonight, much to pope's chagrin, and the cody's are all a bit anxious to eat the food. "oh no i literally have the pizza place down the block on speed dial" j expresses in between sips of his beer, before deran angrily chimes in from inside the house "jokes on you, dickhead, i catered."
baz sits on a lounger with cath, holding her to his side as he talks to j about an upcoming job. she's sticky with bar-soda stains and exhausted with the sheer movement of a work ethic. staring down at her ring, she runs her thumb over the diamond, wondering how life could've been different. her eyes flicker over to the oldest cody, and she can remember a time when she'd always find him looking back at her. but that hasn't happened in a long time. her shoulders crack with resignation and envy.
a horn honking, a happy squeal from the driveway, and andrew's straightening up his miserable stance. the thick gummy sole of his jordans rub against the concrete as he, quite literally, walks away from craig mid conversation. "bro-" craig shrugs, turning to look at baz in confusion as baz smiles "his girls home bro, you lost him the second the tires pulled in the driveway." craig stomps into the house, but he's not really angry, never could be at pope, "fucker has super hearing, man"
andrew walks to the driveway, shoulders losing their hunch the closer he gets to your bubblegum pop music and toothy smile. it's hard for andrew to smile, he'd often tell you, late in the dark of your bedroom, "'it's like it hurts a bit. hurts my face, i guess" but right now? his smile is beaming; crooked, endearing teeth on display with a light flush. it's probably because his brothers are inside, he never liked smiling with his teeth before you.
"andy!!" you cheer, wide smile and bouncing in lightly between your left and right foot. andrew doesn't even slow his steps, just keeps trudging towards you until you're in his arms. one big hand hooked behind your head for a long, sloppy kiss. waaaay too much of a display for normal public settings. his breath hitches as your hands drag under his t-shirt, nails lightly scraping his sides.
breathing in through his nose, andrew pulls back to look down his nose at you, "missed you. where you been? how was shopping?" "good! really good andy, wanna see?" "later. lemme get a feel for you. missed you so much" with more kisses to your cheeks as he pushes the hair away from your eyes <3
when you go into the yard, you're smiling and waving at the cody's as you hang onto andrew's arm. your ring glistening in the reflection of the pool, cath can't help but swallow bitterly. andrew trails next to you, head fully turned to listen to you rant and rave about the latest sales and the cute clothing you bought for yourself and him. he looks like he could and would eat you whole at the nearest convenience. it's been years, and he still looks at you the same way.
at dinner, you sit on andrew's lap, legs swinging as you bring the fork to his mouth. craig can barely look but deran smiles into his food; it's nice to see pope happy (even if it is gross to witness at dinner). when his iced tea needs to be refilled, you lean forward over the table, his hand resting on the side of your ass to stabilize you. he's not comfy until the weight of his pretty wife is resting on his thighs.
later that night, when you are all cozy and chatting on the couch, you lift your feet into andrew's lap. he doesn't even bat an eye, moving like it's routine.... because it is. slipping off your lil platform flip flops, starting with a massage at your ankle, andrew massages your foot lovingly as he watches the conversations around him. "'s that good?" he speaks lowly to you, and you nod excitedly.
it's almost torture for cath to watch. she was on her feet for probably 9 hours today, and here you are: shiny toe ring, perfectly, freshly manicured toes. begging andrew for a massage, "think i twisted it after i ran out of victoria's secret." his voice sounds alien to her "'s no good baby, gotta watch your step, we talked about this" soooo husbandly and earnest.
I’d love to request a Jack Abbot x reader! With pet play (pink bunny), dressed man/ just lingerie woman, and general cosiness. Like fluffy smut please!!
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oooo i had so many thoughts about this last night too. you’re jacks pretty little bunny. he bought you cute little floppy ears & a puffy white tail, along with a custom baby pink collar that says ‘pretty bunny.’ & like the sweet little girl you are just say “thank you daddy!!” when jack orders you to go put it on now.
so when you come back into the living room wearing those items, plus the brand new lingerie set jack just bought you, a cute lacy white bra- matching crotchless panties & tight thigh garters, jack wants to devour you whole - “fucking sexy little bunny.” he thought .. when you giggled at his words it was then he realized he spoke out loud.. when he gave you a slight glare you quickly quieted down. he then spoke again.
“i want you to do something for me bun, can you listen?” you nod eagerly, wanting jack to touch you already. you hate the way you become so needy for him so easily..
“crawl to me, and come lay your head on my lap.. can you do that for me?” you nod again.. jack sees your blinking slowing down, already knowing your brain is becoming all fuzzy.
as you use all fours to crawl to his spread lap, you can see his bulge prodding out of his pants now, so you begin to do the obvious thing.. nuzzle him. your soft cheek begins to rub onto his middle, jack softly grunting above you trying to keep his composure, but after a few minutes, your voice gives out a little squeak-
“s-sir…? can i have it please?” you gesture towards his cock, mouth watering with need. you have been a good girl, but he just doesn’t wanna give you the prize that easily, especially since he sees you starting drool all over his lap like a dumb little baby.
“not yet bunny. you need to take something a little smaller first.” he says while rubbing your little head to soothe you from not getting what you want. he knows you need something in that empty mouth of yours- so he pushes his thumb abruptly past your lips- groaning at the way your drool coats his digit immediately, hot tounge swirling around it. he knows your cunt is leaking for him right now.
your spit is becoming so messy- flowing at your chin. jack can’t take it anymore & pulls his soaked finger out of your mouth. he needs more from you.
“such a sloppy little thing. do you want me baby?” when you whine & nod ferociously, he decides not to tease you anymore.
he directs you with such strictness- “stand up, go lay on the bed & and i want your legs spead when i come back there.”
with wobbling feet, you walk quickly to the bedroom- so sticky between your legs, already knowing what you’re in for.
fuck- he’s about to pound your little pussy to an oblivion.
i hope you liked it! it turned out way more erotic than i hope but he’s still soft with her!! :3
sunbathing on the lawn & jack’s doing yardwork so he puts his thumb over the hose and sprays you just to hear you squeal & see your bikini get all drippy <3
smiling to himself and chuckling, his hand in his shorts pocket. full on laughing when you scream out a growing “jaaacCCCKIEEEE!”
“what? whatsa matter honey?” “enough!!” “of what sweetie?” soooo domestic and teasing
cherry, can i add pope cody to this (i’m going to) ♡
sunbathing by the pool in the backyard while pope builds that damn fountain. shirt off, jeans sitting so low on his waist, sunglasses on the bridge of his nose as he takes the sledgehammer to the stone.
you’re drooling as you watch him, so focused on his task that you’re needy for his attention. :( “pope! can you fill up my water?” leaning forward in your chair, pushing your tits out, “andy? i’m craving one of your sandwiches. make me one?” dipping your toes in the pool, “andy, come take a break! swim with me? please?”
he’d finally shed his pants, grunting, “you’re so needy today.” as he holds you in the pool, kissing you after he playfully dunks you under. ♡
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can u tell cherry and i are both outside today ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶꒱ა
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Just thinking about how Pope is so in tune with your body, even more than you are. Your smell, your taste. Pope loves your body. Actually worships it. Each time he sees you getting dressed, in the shower, etc, his mouth waters. Sometimes you need to tell him to dial it back because you think he’s staring through your skin down to your bones. Like he’s taking an X-ray with his eyes.
You’re self conscious after your baby, the way your body has changed. But Pope traces each stretch mark, grabs at your plush belly, massages the dimples in your thighs. It was this very body that gave him his daughter. He was in absolute awe of it.
So when you’re fooling around, your daughter asleep in the next room, he’s wasting no time in ravishing you.
A. Because he knows just as well as anyone, you both can be interrupted by parenthood at any moment.
B. He just flat out inpatient .
His hands are all over. Grabbing, squeezing, scratching at your supple skin. Cupping his hands around your full breasts. He would like to thank God personally for how they look now that you’re breastfeeding. As a matter of fact, perhaps he’ll latch on, drinking what tastes like nectar from Heaven above, pulling soft moans from your already swollen lips.
He kisses down your body. Your belly, your hips, your thighs, but when he swipes his tongue up your slit he freezes.
“Andrew? What’s wrong?” You sit up, trying to pull your legs together as he holds you open. “I didn’t get a chance to shower this morning— I’m sorry. I’ll go shower.”
You try and get up but he pushes you back down again, takes another taste of your cunt. If anything, Pope prefers you don’t shower before sex. Says you smell and taste better.
“Baby…” he groans, looking up at you as if he’s seen a ghost.
“What is it Andy? You’re scaring me.”
“Are you pregnant?”
“Preg—What are you talking about?”
“You taste different, not bad— but different.”
“So that automatically means I’m pregnant?”
“You taste the same as you did when you were pregnant with Juliette. You have a test?”
“I think so? But I don’t get my period for another 6 days. There’s no way anything will show up.”
“Well my tongue is saying it’s positive. Go check.”
You cackled, but hesitantly walked towards the bathroom, digging some old tests out of your drawer. Maybe your boobs have felt more sore lately? And your eggs this morning tastes too… too eggy?
Andrew is sitting on the bed, head leaning against the headboard as he stares into nothingness as he often does. He jumped as the bathroom door swung open. You standing there, pale as a sheet.
“It’s positive. Andrew it’s fucking positive.” You cupped your hand over your mouth to suppress whatever was rising in your chest. A laugh? A sob? Jury’s still out on that one.
Andrew took the test, and clear as day, two pink lines staring back at him.
He stared at you, trying to read your reaction, but he wasn’t entirely sure. Your pupils were blown wide, the thoughts running through your head a mile a minute. Should he be congratulating you? Should he be apologizing to you?
“Andrew, I don’t get my period for another 6 days and the line on this test is darker than the test I took with Juliette when I was 5 days late.”
“What does that mean?”
“My HCG is really high.”
“What does that mean?”
Twins. That’s exactly what it means.
It’s because you’re pregnant with twins.
Two more girls.
And 3 years later, you’d find yourself in the same situation. Andrew’s tongue testing positive before you even peed on a stick. Pregnant with yet another girl. Much to your dismay, this one being born on your bathroom floor. But Pope delivered Deran on the floor of a gas station bathroom, at that point he was a pro.
Summary: you help jack get through a holiday that he finds difficult, an iconic summer party, & share some exciting news.
Warnings: mentions of deployment, ptsd, & deployment. TONS of fluff, age-gap, established-relationship, mentions of pregnancy, soft dad to be!jack & medical inaccuracies.
Word Count: 2k+
Author’s Note: here’s the anticipated memorial day jack fic !! full of fluff & comforting him !! sorry if it’s kinda lame, i wasn’t really sure how to end it/have it play out. but i hope you all still enjoy it !! <3
It was that time of the year again; the first of Jack Abbot’s annual summer parties of the year—Memorial Day to be specific. It was just now hot enough in Pittsburgh that the pool had been opened, cleaned, and fully maintenanced.
The second that pool cover came off, you and Jack spent every free moment you got in it. Mostly just lounging in the slightly shallower end or on the pool steps; lemonade or waters in hand. The garden by the fence was coming up well; speckles of various plants growing up the length of the faded and chipped wood.
The grass had been mowed, grill cleaned off and ready for anything Jack would throw at it. The pool bar was stocked and cleaned. Jack was ready for it. He handled backyard parties the same way he handled the ED; meticulously and efficiently. He wiped down counters like he was cleaning up an OR. Mowed grass like he was threading a suture needle, and tended to the garden with hands so gentle you’d think he was performing an emergency procedure.
With about an hour until guests arrived, Jack opened the back sliding glass door—padding his way inside the air conditioned house. He wiped sweat already building at his brow and tugged off his shirt. He was going in the pool the second guests arrived anyways.
If there was one thing about Jack Abbot, it’s that he’s gonna be shirtless at his own home in the warm weather. He didn’t care who saw or was coming over. He lived in basketball shorts and swim trunks, sometimes just his boxers when it was only the two of you at home.
Jack grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, letting ice cold condensation drip onto his neck and hands before untwisting the cap to take a long and needed sip. He huffed his way up the stairs, shaking his head about how it was too damn hot for stairs.
When he rounded the corner into your shared bedroom, he found it empty. The covers were thrown back on both sides; waiting to be made. The curtains were pushed back to let sunlight in, your vanity mirror light was on, and soft humming came from the cracked bathroom door.
“Sweetheart?”, Jack called out, “You in here?”
You poked your head around the corner; “Mhm, just finishing putting my hair up.”
Jack plopped down on the bed, unhooking his prosthesis and reaching for the waterproof attachment you had already left out on the bed for him. He rubbed at his residual limb for a moment before attaching the new leg. It took him a second longer, hesitation with the weight of what the day actually was.
Memorial Day was never easy for Jack—he hadn’t slept as well as he’d liked the night before. Better than he would’ve if he were still deployed, better than he would’ve if you hadn’t been there. His leg had thankfully decided not to send phantom pain up and down his limb and spine like lightning strikes. Still, you knew he was in his head; you could always tell before it fully even settled in for him where he was drifting.
His shoulders would get slightly stiffer, movements more rigid like he really had to try to stay upright. But the moment you reassured him with hands on his shoulders or around his waist to pull him close—a soothing hand on his back; it all melted away for a moment.
When you finally came out of the bathroom, your hair was pulled up in a yellow claw clip. One of Jack’s favorite colors on you. Your bikini bottoms hugged your hips at the ties on each side; the top matched the same. Also a favorite of his.
You pulled a pair of striped flowy shorts on, and a tube top to match. Jack could only watch you in awe, taking in how you looked so relaxed and at ease. Jack could only describe you as glowing.
It was only when you bent slightly over your vanity to get a pair of earrings and then above your head for your sunglasses that Jack froze. His heartbeat immediately picked up as his eyes wandered over the tiny—but now obvious—bump at the bottom of your belly. A soft curve that was finally showing proof of—what you had both known for a few months—was a little life.
You caught him staring when you looked back, stopping mid sentence when you caught his gaze.
“So Robby said he’ll bring some extra sodas if we need, but i don’t think—Jack?”, You trail off as you try to bend slightly to catch his eye; “What’s wrong?”
Jack shakes his head, swallowing once—his eyes barely flicking up to yours before they find their way back to your exposed skin.
“Baby…”, He breathes, pulling you close by your hips. He hesitates for a moment before carefully letting his palm splay out against the small roundness of your skin; “You’ve popped.”
The touch was so soft, almost hovering like he was afraid he’d break you. His fingers twitched slightly against you as he moved his hand around, like he’s expecting to feel something; even though you both know it’s too early.
“You think so?”, You ask, scrunching your nose up at him in disbelief.
He only nods, rising to his feet and carefully guiding you over to the mirror. Standing sideways with him behind you, staring at your small bump in the reflection—you finally see it.
A small swell that starts at your waist band and ends just above your navel. Not really there unless you’re looking for it, but still there.
“Oh”, You breathe, your eyes going wide as you find Jack’s for a moment in the mirror.
His hand splays over your bump again, covering it entirely as he lets his thumb rub soft circles into your skin. He bites his lower lip, eyes glued to the spot that has both of your attention now.
“I swear it was still flat yesterday”, You say, poking at your skin like it’ll go away, not that you want it too.
Jack shakes his head; “Certainly wasn’t…’would’ve seen it.”
His brows furrow a little, like he’s wrapping his head around it all over again; “There’s actually a baby in there…”
You catch his expression and spin around in his arms, cupping his cheeks carefully in your hands; “Our baby, honey.”
Jack sighs and lets his eyes flutter close, forehead dipping against yours. You bump your noses together.
“Hey…”, You say softly, guiding him gently to look at you; “You’re not there anymore, you’re here, you’re safe, you’re home.”
His breath stuttered a little, a long sigh leaving his lips. His eyes stayed closed a moment longer.
Then, when he thought his knees couldn’t buckle any more at the absolute weakness he had for you, you spoke; “We’ve got you, baby. We’re right here.”
You place a soft hand over his, guiding him to lay it flat against your tiny bump again.
“Thank you…”, He breathes, his spiral coming down before it could even fully start—all the noise in his brain drifting away.
“You sure you’re up to this today?”, You asks softly.
He nods almost immediately; “Yeah…yeah”, you watch the small smirk climb onto his lips; “Can’t leave all the kids hanging, now can we?”
As much as he hid behind the humor of it, Jack wouldn’t know what to do without himself if he cancelled everything. The party was a tradition of his, yes, but he also threw it as a distraction. A distraction to keep his head above water in a place he could actually enjoy himself on days like today that reminded him of way too much; and it worked.
No, Jack wasn’t going to let himself think about all the what-ifs of how things should’ve went in his life or how he never thought he’d get this; not when he had you reminding him he deserved every second of what he had now, right in front of him.
“I love you”, You whisper.
He smiles softly at that; “I love you too.”
He kisses you then, lips soft against yours. He tastes like faint coffee and the watermelon he snuck a few pieces of while cutting it earlier. Sweet and so uniquely Jack.
“Guess we’re telling everyone today then, huh?”, You ask when the kiss breaks; “Can’t really hide it anymore, especially in this suit.”
Jack laughs with a tsk of his tongue; “Afraid not, sweetheart…and you’re not changing that bikini, it’s my favorite.”
You pull at the curls on the back of his neck, just a small tug that you know he loves; “Trust me, I know it is.”
That’s when he lets his hand fall down your back and smacks your ass once, making you gasp into him; “Jack!”
But he’s beaming; bottom lip between his teeth; “What? Gotta get it out before everyone gets here.”
You roll your eyes, but can’t help from leaning forward to kiss him again. You wouldn’t change him, not in a million years. Not when he’s so perfectly Jack. Your Jack.
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The guests start to trickle in a little while later; Robby with a few extra cases of different sodas in tow as promised. Jack lead most of them to the backyard, letting you lounge in one of the chairs by the pool. With the way your laying all stretched out, your bump isn’t very visible; easily passable as bloating or having a big breakfast.
You can hear Robby teasing Jack about something having to do with him being shirtless behind you, but you certainly weren’t going to complain about it. Not with the view it gave you.
Guests settled in around you; mingling at the bar, surrounding Robby—who insisted on cooking something—around the grill, some starting to make their way into the pool.
It was mostly night shift staff, a few stragglers from day shift that you and Jack had gotten close with over your time there. Dana appeared next to you shortly after greeting Jack; sitting in the lounge chair next to you.
“You just gonna let him walk around looking like that?”, She smirks, peering over her glasses in Jack’s direction.
Every single freckle he has on his torso, back and arms are on display. His farmers tan that’s slowly morphing into an entire body tan looks ridiculously good, and his biceps and pecs—don’t even get started on those.
“Oh hell yeah”, You say, gaze flickering between her and your husband, who you’re pretty much ogling now; “What a view.”
Dana laughs, shaking her head as she settles into the chair; “Hey if he wasn’t taken, I wasn’t married and about fifteen years younger…”
“Dana!”, You scold, but it’s all in fun.
You catch Jack’s eye then, whose expression immediately softens before he mouths a small; “You ok?”
You nod in return, biting your lip before you relax further back into your chair; taking a sip of your lemonade that Jack had apparently made fresh that morning.
The chatter around you was music to your ears. Drinks clinking, people laughing, the soft humming of a lawn mower a few houses down. Getting in the pool later would be the icing on the cake for you, especially if Jack joined you.
Next thing you know, Jack’s standing over you, holding out a plate of food; “Your burger, m’lady.”
He bows in a dramatic fashion as you take it from him, leaning up to kiss him softly; “Thank you, Jack. You didn’t have to bring it to me.”
His brows furrow for a second before he’s smiling softly again, plopping down next to you and pulling your feet into his lap; “I know. But I want to, gotta take care of my girl.”
“You gonna eat?”, You hum to which Jack nods.
“In a little bit.”
Jack, ever the caring man; always making sure everyone was taken care of before himself.
You don’t notice Dana and Robby’s eyes on you from across the yard as Jack puts his hands to work massaging your legs, or the quiet whispers between them. Sure, Jack had always taken care of you, but ever since you told him you were pregnant? He waited on you hand and foot, didn’t want you to move unless you absolutely had to, wouldn’t let you lift a finger unless you beat him to it. To him, the two lives you carried were the most fragile and precious thing to him.
He made sure you were taken care of; and it was noticeable.
Robby noticed immediately when you were already in a lounge chair upon his arrival, how Jack intercepted the heavy soda he was carrying before you could move; throwing a soft look your way and a quiet; “I got it, you relax, sweetheart.”
Dana noticed the same, and more importantly; how you weren’t in the pool yet. How you laid on the pool lounger, legs bunched up slightly like you were trying to hide something precious.
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It wouldn’t be long before your secret was out; just as the sun was starting dip behind the skyline and the deep blue of the warm summer sky starting peeking out—Jack stood with his arm draped across your shoulder, clearing his throat.
At first you don’t hear what he’s saying, despite the silence in the backyard. You bite your bottom lip, having made its way between your teeth as you held onto the last few seconds you’d have before everyone was all over you.
With a warm hand Jack pulled you carefully up from the lounge chair, letting your body fully stretch out. His hand found your waist and pulled you closer; other hand finding the small swell of your belly again.
“I couldn’t imagine a better group of people to share this news with. A found family that’s been there through so much more than I ever imagined”, Jack exhales shakily, eyes flicking to you; “The night shift crew is expanding…we’re having a baby!”
Gasps echoed through the backyard; Dana’s hand flew to her mouth with watery eyes, Robby choked out a wet laugh of disbelief, the med students and residents all exchanged looks of excitement. But Jack was looking at you.
You, who had given him the best gift he ever could’ve dreamt of.
Robby was clapping Jack on the shoulder with a strong hand, shaking him gently as he pulled him into a hug; “Congratulations, brother”, and then softer into his ear; “You deserve every second of this.”
He finds you next, hug softer and gentle as he looks you up and down in a similar protective fashion that Jack would.
“Congratulations, kid”, Robby hums, and then laughs softly; “Guess I can’t call you that anymore though.”
You shove him playfully, startling slightly when Dana steers you towards her.
“I knew it! I knew you were hiding something”, She laughs.
“Mother’s intuition?”, You smirk.
She shakes her head, hugging you close.
“Congratulations, honey. You two are going to be the best parents”, She whispers.
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When the party dies down and the sun has finally dipped low, you snuggle into Jack’s side on the couch that sits on the backyard patio. Your swimsuit and hair damp after finally getting in the pool; Jack’s trunks the same. Robby sits across from you, nursing another beer; no doubt planning to spend the night. You wouldn’t have it any other way.
Your hand slips under Jack’s shirt—the first one he’s worn for more than an hour all day—rubbing softly at the firmness of his stomach. He looks down at you with fond eyes, leaning forward to press a kiss to your temple.
“Did you have a good day?”, You ask him, quiet enough so only he can hear you.
He nods, dipping his ear down closer to you; “Best day in a long while, sweetheart”, He says, thumb rubbing circles above your navel; “Except finding out about them.”
“Head ok? Not too loud?”
Jack hums softly; “I’m ok, sweetheart.”
You watch his thumb for a moment, the circles sending goosebumps up your spine in the cool evening air.
Jack notices, because of course he does; “You cold?”
You shake your head; “No, just enjoying you.”
Jack continues rubbing soft circles.
Robby scoffs behind his beer; “Get a room.”
“Already did, how do you think she got pregnant?”
Robby almost chokes on his beer as Jack turns back to you, kissing your lips softly.
You snuggle into him closer, perfectly content to be just where you are; with your little family.
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last updated - 23/05/2026
@abbotafterhours ——————————
☆ the elevator fic™️| F. A.
⤷ you're constantly saying stupid crap around your attending, dr jack abbot. when you get stuck in an elevator with him, you continue to say stupid crap. at least this time, it pays off.
@abbotsgirl99 ——————————
♡ any kind of life | F. S. A.
⤷ nurse reader and jack are building something special, but when robby enters the picture, does that all go to waste?
pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6
@apfelkernchen ——————————
♡ you stole my cart | F. S. A.
⤷ when you went grocery shopping you didn't expect to come home with the number of a very handsome ED doctor
@beccasdoll ——————————
☆ jack abbot x shy!reader | F. A.
⤷ the new nurse in the pitt has caught jacks attention.
@boiohboii ——————————
◇ ptmc, but make it genz | F.
⤷ dad! jack abbot x oc!son x oc!daughter x fem!wife!mum!reader
@crosshajr ——————————
☆ night shift surprises | F.
⤷ in which you find out you and jack are expecting!
@deathreverse ——————————
♡ apartment seventeen | F. S. A.
⤷ jack abbot is not an overly-neighborly person. ge has secret nicknames in his head for most of the people on his floor and actively avoids any and all types of neighbor politics. gowever, he can’t deny his growing fondness for the single mom and toddler in apartment seventeen. (nor his burning hatred for your baby daddy).
@ellewritesalright ——————————
☆ sunshine | F.
⤷ some of the little ways you show your love for jack, and the immense gratitude he has for it.
@eternalabbot ——————————
☆ texts... | F.
⤷ jack x controversially young gf!reader
@flowersforbucky ——————————
☆ orbiter | F. A.
⤷ your and jack’s journey to parenthood, told from his point of view.
@glamorizethechaos ——————————
☆ 7 going on 17 | F.
⤷ girl dad jack abbot
☆ jack abbot x reader | F.
⤷ you didn’t have to go back to work if you didn’t want to. jack made sure of it.
☆ lizzie | F.
⤷ jack abbot x wife reader x teen daughter
@in77rainbows ——————————
☆ dr. angel is married to who? | F.
⤷ santos, whittaker and javadi find out their attending is married and are desperate to find out who it is and how long she’s been keeping this a secret from the er. a betting board ensues, making everyone more desperate to find out.
@jacksparrowsdreadlock ——————————
☆ i want my wife to date me... | F.
⤷ jack abbot x wife!reader
@midnightgardentales ——————————
☆ oh baby... | F.
⤷ y/n is still writing thank you notes to all that sent a wedding gift to her and jack. but after a funny little trend reveals life changing news, y/n heads to the er to make sure. she just has to keep it from jack…
☆ momma abbot | F.
⤷ when yy/n shows up in the er at 1am, she causes a bit of a stir. but it’s a complete misunderstanding..
☆ try me... | F.
⤷ y/n has been a part of the night shift for two months now. that’s two months of constantly beating around the bush with one jack abbot. when she finally tells him why they shouldn’t date, jack proves why they should…
@nealla ——————————
♡ 50th birthday | S.
⤷ you’re a stripper and his friends drag him out to the club for his 50th.
pt.2
@nineteenninety-six ——————————
☆ jack abbot x daughter!reader | F. A.
@redsakura101 ——————————
☆ thanks, but no thanks | F.
⤷ a long shift. a nosy woman. a failed attempted set up. leads to jack feeling soothed by just how much you love him. he makes sure to show you just how much you mean to him.
@reysdriver ——————————
☆ how's your head? | F. A.
⤷ you get injured while intervening in a patient altercation at your new job, and jack needs to make sure you're okay, completely ignoring the secrecy of your relationship
@richeeduvie ——————————
☆ papa bear jack is nearly at his worst when you end up being followed home with your daughter... | F. A.
@the-shedevil-writes ——————————
☆ heat wave | F. A.
⤷ you end up in the ED due to a nearly fatal case of heat stroke, leaving dr. robby needing to decide whether to tell your husband, jack abbot, or not.
@thefictionalmanswhxre ——————————
☆ celebrating you | F. A.
⤷ you're used to no one showing up for you, jack wants to change that.
☆ code silver | F. A.
⤷ one call during your shift as a paramedic changes everything & jack will do anything to protect you.
♡ nurse!reader x jack abbott | F. S. A.
⤷ nurse!reader is newer to ptmc but has known some of the pitt crew before transferring there. slowly nurse!reader & jack become acquainted & more!
@u-get-to-c-the-medical-stuff ——————————
☆ grumpy!reader x jack abbot? | F.
⤷ imagine if... grumpy!wife!reader scared everyone at the pitt.
@violetsnowdropp ——————————
☆ jack abbot x reader | F.
⤷ jack abbot spoiling reader and never letting her pay for anything
@voidsagent ——————————
☆ i'm thinking again... | F.
⤷ new dad jack abbot who is just absolutely obsessed with newborn scrunches…like to the point he will fight/race reader to be the first one in front of the bassinet the second your baby moves or makes any noise.
@vox-m0riii ——————————
☆ show me love | A.
@wandamaxim0f ——————————
☆ nursery | F.
⤷ jack abbot x female pregnant! reader
@weird-is-life ——————————
☆ softness at home | F.
⤷ jack just absolutely adores his little family
@whats-in-the-fuckin-giftshop-man ——————————
♡ just tired | F. A.
⤷ you've been avoiding jack and he's determined to find out why
pt.2 pt.3 pt.4
@writingismycardio ——————————
☆ adrenaline hobby shi(f)t | S. A.
⤷ you and your husband are trying to do everything to have a baby, but you’re unsuccessful, which makes you both deal with it your own way. jack starts to take SWAT shifts as his new hobby and you’re livid about it.
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fem! reader. jack & reader in a relationship living together. parker being the bff reader needs in the moment. pregnancy! fluff tbh. ive been writing angst, thought you all could use some fluff. might make this a mini series. (?)
you know something feels wrong the second the nausea hits.
at first, you try to ignore it.
it’s just another night shift—everyone feels a little sick, a little exhausted. you tell yourself it’s just too much caffeine and not enough food. but halfway through checking vitals, your stomach twists so suddenly you nearly drop the chart in your hands.
“you okay honey?” jack asks from beside you, concern already creeping into his voice.
you nod too quickly. “fine.”
you’re not fine. two minutes later, you’re rushing into the bathroom, barely making it to the stall before getting sick.
your eyes sting as you lean back against the wall afterward, breathing hard. “great,” you mutter to yourself.
“rough night?”
you look up to find parker standing in the doorway, concern written all over her face.
you groan softly. “please pretend you didn’t see this.”
“absolutely not,” parker says immediately, moving to sit beside you against the wall brushing the strands of hair that fell forward out of your face and slowly rubbing circles on your back with her palm. “how long have you felt sick?”
“i don’t know. a couple days maybe.” you close your eyes at the feeling of parkers hand rubbing your back, leaning to put your head on her shoulder feeling sorry for yourself.
“fever?”
“no.”
“stomach pain?”
you shake your head.
parker studies you for a second, then narrows her eyes slightly. “when’s the last time you slept?”
you laugh weakly. “that’s not a fair question.”
“when’s your last period?”
that makes you pause. you lift your head from parker’s shoulder to look her in the eye. “no,” you reply immediately. “no way.”
“you literally just did the mental math.”
“i’m stressed, parker. i’ve just thrown up in this shitty hospital bathroom.”
“uh-huh.”
you stare at the floor. she stares at you. then, without another word, parker stands up. “don’t move.”
“parker—”
“seriously. stay there.”
you watch her disappear out the door and drop your head into your hands.
twenty minutes later, you’re sitting in a locked bathroom stall staring down at a positive pregnancy test like it personally offended you.
“oh my god,” you whisper.
outside the stall, parker lets out a very loud, “i knew it.”
you laugh before you can stop yourself, somewhere between panic and disbelief.
“you okay in there?” she asks softer this time.
you look down at the test again, heart pounding impossibly fast. “i think so?”
and somehow, that’s the truth.
—
by the end of the shift, you’re exhausted in a completely different way.
the secret feels huge sitting in your chest.
jack notices something’s off immediately as the two of you walk to the car together. “you’ve been quiet,” he says gently.
you glance over at him in the early morning light. he looks tired, messy-haired, coffee in hand—and suddenly this feels very real.
“can we sit for a second?” you ask once you get home. immediately letting out a massive sigh as you sit on the couch.
his expression shifts instantly. “yeah. of course.”
the two of you settle onto the couch, still in scrubs, knees brushing.
jack turns toward you fully now. “you’re starting to scare me a little.”
you let out a nervous breath.
“parker found me getting sick earlier.”
his brows pull together immediately. “why didn’t you tell me?”
“because i didn’t know what was wrong yet.”
“yet?” he repeats carefully.
your hands twist together in your lap before you finally look up at him.
“i’m pregnant.”
silence. complete silence.
for one terrifying second, jack just stares at you. then his face changes so fast it makes your chest ache.
“you’re serious?” he asks quietly.
you nod once. “yeah.”
his eyes immediately soften, disbelief mixing with something warmer. brighter.
“we’re having a baby?”
the way he says it—like it’s the most unbelievable thing in the world—makes tears sting behind your eyes.
you laugh shakily. “apparently.”
jack exhales a quiet laugh of his own before suddenly reaching for you, pulling you into him so fast you barely have time to react.
“hey—”
he kisses you before you can finish the sentence.
soft. breathless. smiling. when he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours.
“i’m so happy right now,” he admits quietly.
you blink at him. “you are?”
that makes him laugh again, like he can’t believe you even asked.
“are you kidding?” his hand slides gently against your cheek. “yeah, baby. i am.”
your chest feels tight in the best way.
“i thought you’d panic.”
“oh, i’m definitely panicking,” he says. “just… happily.”
you laugh through the tears threatening your eyes, and he kisses you again instantly, softer this time.
“we’re having a baby,” he says again, mostly to himself.
and the look on his face when he says it—
pure happiness.
like there’s nowhere else in the world he’d rather be than right here with you.
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