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TW: Age gap, dad kink? Fauxcest sort of

You're still pretty young, there's at least a 20-30 year age gap (Jesus that disgusting old man). You started being a resident at the pitt around the same time as langdon, drifting through the night and day shift to adjust to your own needs outside of work. You both had already been married a while now, not wanting to waste any time while the clock ticks away. Despite working in the same space it never really clicked to anyone else that you guys were together- you both kept it pretty covered up. (Mostly your decision since it was a little embarrassing to say 'yes I actually love him' and spend hours defending yourself about not being a gold digger).

So to help keep the secret safe, you had a nickname used instead of your last name. Similar to how everyone calls Michael 'Robby'.

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While working a fuck ass crazy shift, full of angry patients and escalating drama, you somehow lost your name tag. "Probably got tugged off when that psychosis guy came in" Whitaker murmured with a small scrunch of his nose; knowing exactly how annoying it is whenever that sort of stuff happens.

You spent hours searching around for it, even peeking around one of the trash bins embarrassingly. It stretched all the way until the shifts were being handed off to the 'Night Crawlers', a small sigh of relief leaving your shoulders at the sight of Jack coming in through the emergency doors with a bag slung over his shoulder and a nice fit black tee. You both gave each other a soft smile and nod, knowing you'll give each other a small kiss 'Hello' and 'Goodbye' in the storage closet in a few minutes.

All seemed hopeless in the search of the name tag, the one you managed to keep tucked in your pocket well enough for nobody to sneak a peek long enough at your last name printed boldly on the front.

"Hey wait I think I found it-" Santos huffed from behind you on one of the computer desks as she reached between one of those stupid cracks between the desk and the other office trinkets stuffed into the space.

Your face dropping like a ghost when she does in deed find it and give it a good look before you're able to snatch it out of her hands

"Your last name is Abbot??!"

Her face wide with a smile full of shock and disbelief.

Her voice was quiet enough not to cause a scene but it definitely made Jack's ears perk up- oblivious to the fact that their little secret had been made out as he struts over to the desk.

Your cheeks flushed in a scarlet rose as you notice jack start to walk towards the desks.

"uh- yeah yeah it's um a family name"

You stammer, knowing damn well this'll probably go further than you want it to

"Really?? Wait so are you and Dr Abbot related?"

Is all Jack hears from Trinity's lips as he steps up with an iPad in hand and his readers resting on the tip of his nose. Taking note of the hot flush on your cheeks and the badge held in Trinity's hand.

"Well yes we are if you must know"

His tone played off as a bit cocky, knowing exactly how to mess with you while also still technically covering up their little ring secret.

Your cheeks still tinted a deep pink as you give Jack a confused look with your hands nervously clinging to the hem of your shirt.

"I'm her dad. Ain't that right kiddo? We try to keep it under wraps though. Little thing, gets embarrassed when people know she works with her old man"

He tilts his chin up at you with a small nod, a little smirk on his lips as his gaze lands on your soft pink cheeks that seem to have gotten a bit more flushed than before. He knew damn well how to play with your daddy issues- there was a reason for that fat rock on your finger after all.

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