thinking about Jack Abbot attending his daughter's preschool career day. she stands next to him as he talks about how he saves lives in the ER and answers all the questions her classmates ask him. when he's done he goes back to the spot he occupied next to you at the back of the class while your daughter sits with her friends.
when he wraps and arm around you and gives you a peck on you cheek you notice the unshed tears in his eyes.
"what's wrong" you whisper in order not to bother the presentation of another parent.
he takes a deep breath, shrugs, "nothing"
you wait. you know there's more and he's just looking for the right words. your grip tightens on his hand.
"...just thinking how I never thought I could have something like this again after I lost her. at first it felt... wrong... to make space for somebody else, but then she came. I remember the day she was born it dawned on me that this is the whole point, you and her and my wife"
you couldn't help the tear that slipped on your cheek as you snuggled closer to him. Jack seldom talked about his wife (and yes she's still his wife and that also took a lot of deep conversations), when he did, it was always in moments like these: quiet, unexpected, public pictures of life.
you don't say anything, just stay close to him and watch your daughter. maybe this night he'll tell you more, maybe he won't, either way he already knows he's chosen the one for life, again.
++ on the ride back home your daughter keeps saying how all her friends were so impressed that her dad is a doctor and that he's so cool and you noticed how everytime she used the word 'dad' he would smile a little more and and his chin quivered, but this is a secret between the two of you.
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A/N: it's literally the first time I've ever written anything in English and it's currently midnight so bear with me if there are mistakes. I had this thought a month ago and wasn't able to get it off my head so here we are !! I accept constructive criticism thank you very much
