𝓓epollute 𝓜e, 𝓖entle 𝓐ngel

Like even kinda when he had a little weight on him…

Be for real here???

And bro is just…

"Mommy! Daddy said to come save you."

Nia rushes in like a glittery, pink bullet and crashes right into your thigh. You let out a quiet 'oof' but no harm done as you chuckle and run a hand through her hair. "Is that so?" You muse as you carefully bend down to lift her into your arms.

Steve watches you with a look you refuse to acknowledge. Before he can say a word, Jack saunters in with his hands full of ice cream options. You slide back into your usual countenance, a habit formed after raising Nia and the chaos that comes with the ED. "Absolutely not, we can't take all of that!"

"Daddy said—"

You gently smooch your daughter's forehead to interrupt. "Nope. Only one flavor, Nini." Your little one takes on a frown that eerily looks like Jack's before your husband clears his throat and offers his hand to Steve. It feels like a cold hand is gripping your spine when the reality of the situation settles in for the second time.

"I'm Jack Abbot. You know my wife?"

The question is posed casually, his smile easygoing and lax but you hear the subtle weight in that last word. Jack isn't as a jealous man as Robby but there's a wild possessive streak that's been heightened ever since you took his last name.

"Jack, this is Steve. We went to high school together," you interrupt quickly. "Steve, this is my husband."

"And I'm Nini—!" Nia's quick to jump in, never one to be left behind as she gives Steve a toothy grin. "Momma's been eating funny foods because ni-crawly is hungry."

Steve smiles and plays along although confusion taints his features. "Oh yeah? Who's ni-crawly…?"

Jack steps in and the slight tension dissipates as he sets a hand on your growing belly before picking Nia up into his arms. "Nightcrawler. Little inside joke at the emergency department."

"Emergency department—" Steve's eyes widen and you see the conclusion he comes to.

"No, it's not that," you chuckle. "Jack's an attending at PTMC, he calls his night shift the nightcrawlers."

Being Jack abbots little young girlfriend and he just gives you his phone. Obviously because you know more about it!!!

He’s driving and his phone dings loudly over the speakers, he nods his head towards it to you in the passenger seat. “Can you see who that is for me?” 

When you grab it and open it up (because of course you memorized his password) you groan seeing the text. “Robby says he will be thirty minutes late.” 

Jack hums. He’s already switching on the blinker and making a turn. “Well in that case let’s go pick out some ice cream for my girl huh?” 

Also!!! Whenever you walk anyplace he just hands it to you. Like the responsibility of putting the phone in his pocket is too much so he whispers out an: “hold on to this for me honey.” 

Whenever he gets a call you pull it out and he answers. Always mumbling a “thank you baby.” Like you’re keeping him on track. 

And not to mention he comes to you on the weekends showing you his email and asking. “I’ve been trying for fifteen minutes. How do I find the receipt for the airbnb we booked.” 

“Jack you told me to book it.” 

“How do I find the receipt to the air bnb you booked.” 

n’Jack is so deathly scared of someone taking his phone and seeing the nudes you send him in little panties, he’s this close to putting all those photos on a USB. Until you show him the little private folder.

Old man with his phone is what I’m trying to get at.