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Your eyes met Frank’s blue ones as he appeared beside you in the locker room, you shot him a friendly smile, “Hey, welcome back.” you told him, putting your clothes in your locker, earning a subtle but awkward smile from him.

“Thanks.” he replied, quietly groaning a little as he crouched down to reach his new locker.

You frowned at this, feeling not surprised if this was Robby’s doing as a way of punishing Frank for what he did. And while it was of course horrible of Frank to steal from the hospital, at least he addressed his problem meanwhile Robby refuses to accept that he needs help.

You wrapped your stethoscope around your neck and rested your hands on either side of it, “Wanna work on the leg lac case in South fifteen together?” you asked, knowing he could probably use some kindness and a friend right now considering how pissed Robby and Santos have been with him even while he was in rehab.

Frank looked at you with a shocked look in his eyes, like he was expecting you to give him the cold shoulder or hate him as much as Santos and Robby seemed to. Not be kind to him. He rapidly blinked up at you, “Uh, sure. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” he answered, bringing your attention back to the fact that he wasn’t in his scrubs yet.

You nodded, “Cool.” you replied, ignoring the way you felt Jack’s eyes on you as you walked away from Frank. 

You briefly looked at Jack again from the Hub, able to tell that the look in his eyes was jealousy now that you were closer. He didn’t mean to get so jealous so easily, it was just that he’d switched to the day shift so that you could spend more time together and after seeing your interaction with Frank, his insecurities got the best of him.

He knew Frank was married but still, he wondered if you regretted being with a man much older than you when you could have someone closer in age to you, Frank. 

Jack discretely shook his head, willing these thoughts to go away. No, you were just being nice to him like you always were with people who you knew were going through a hard time. Nevertheless, his jealousy annoyingly lingered within his mind.

Attempting to ignore these feelings, he appeared beside you, his neck craning to look up at the board of cases, “Alright, which one do you wanna do together, sweetheart?” he asked, now looking directly into your eyes.

A guilty feeling filled yours, “Oh, I already asked Langdon if he wanted to do the leg lac with me. Sorry, Jackie.” you replied, always feeling horrible when someone asked you to do a case with them and you’d already agreed to help someone else out.

He waved this off, a disappointed look replacing the anger in his eyes, “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it, baby.” he said with a kiss to the top of your head, leaving you to do something else.

As he left you, Frank appeared beside you with his hands in his pockets. “Hey, you ready?” he asked, interrupting your thoughts.

You blinked a few times and nodded, “Yeah, lead the way.” you said, internally hoping Jack wasn’t angry with you or jealous. He should know by now that you only had eyes for him.

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Jack had been silent the whole car ride home, barely looked at you for the rest of your shift and hadn’t talked to you since you told him you were taking that case with Frank. 

When you finally got back to your shared apartment, you sat on the couch and softly patted the spot beside you, “Sit. We need to talk.” you gently requested, tired of feeling so guilty and worried about your conversation with Jack this morning and how he’d been acting.

Jack sat beside you, taking his prosthetic off with a quiet sigh and leaving it sitting next to the coffee table. “What’s going on? You’ve been acting really off today. I’m worried about you.” you said, instantly breaking his heart for ever feeling jealous of Frank.

You were his and always would be, his spiraling had just stopped him from remembering that.

He softly sighed and looked down at his lap, his eyes refusing to meet yours, “It’s nothing, baby. Just a bad day. Let’s go shower.” he responded, something you immediately knew to be a lie. He just didn’t want to talk about what had been going through his head.

You frowned and slowly took his hand in yours, “No, not until we talk though this. I don’t want you to be mad at me for the rest of the night,” you said, pausing for a minute as you quickly racked your brain of anything that happened that could’ve deserved this anger. You spoke again seconds after your realization, “Were you jealous of Frank?”

He raked a hand through his hair and sat up straighter, a storm brewing in his mind, “I wasn’t jealous. I already told you, (y/n), I just had a bad day, alright? Let it go.” he answered, making your eyes widen. He rarely ever called you by your first name except for when you were talking about something serious like you were tonight. But you still weren’t going to give up.

You gave his hand a gentle squeeze, “It’s okay to be jealous, Jack. I mean, I get jealous too sometimes. But I promise you, Frank is just a friend. I just wanted to be nice to him considering the hard time Santos and Robby gave him before he left and while he was gone.” you explained, causing Jack to snatch his hand out of yours.

His eyebrows furrowed and that angry look returned to his eyes, "For the last time, I'm not jealous! I wanna be the only one who looks into your eyes and holds your hand and hears your laugh. Is that too much to ask for?" he told you, accidentally snapping at you, showing you just how much his jealousy and you and Frank’s friendship had been bothering him all day.

Your eyes widened once more and tears slowly filled them. The whole time you and Jack had been together he had never once raised his voice at you, until now. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep pressing you about it. I just hate when you’re mad at me.” you told him, now refusing to meet his gaze, and his anger dissolved immediately, more guilt replacing it.

He frowned and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer, “I’m so sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have snapped at you or gotten that jealous. I just can’t help but worry sometimes that you regret being with me and not being with someone closer in age to you. Like Frank. You have nothing to apologize for.” he explained, letting you get a glimpse into the storm in his mind.

You nodded against him, “I forgive you. And I promise that I’m yours, you’re all I could ever want in a lover and a friend. I love you because you treat me right, make me feel seen, support me and are the kindest, most loving, supportive and patient man I’ve ever met.” you assured him and his shoulders almost instantly relaxed.

Your sweet words brought tears to his eyes, “I’m so sorry, baby.” he repeated, feeling horrible about what he’d done to you today. “Let me make it up to you. How about we take a bath together and order some takeout?”

You nodded once more and slowly pulled away, “Okay.” you whispered and he wiped your tears away, your own hand coming up to wipe his away. You quickly got up and retrieved his crutches from where he’d left them by the front door, flashing him that smile he’d missed so much when you handed them to him.

Once inside the bathroom, Jack leaned his crutches up against the counter and sat down on the edge of the tub, leaning over to turn the water on to the hot temperature he knew you loved although it made him feel like he was being boiled whenever you bathed together.

You pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, the first one you’d given him since before you left for work. He melted into it, cupping your face in his hands and deepening it for just a moment before he pulled away, teasing you a little.

His eyes never left your body as you shed your scrubs, undershirt and underwear, leaving them on the floor to be dealt with later. “I can feel you staring.” you commented, a knowing smirk rolling out across your lips.

He opened his legs, prompting you to stand between them, and placed his large hands on your waist. He looked up at you, his pupils having doubled in size, “How could I not? You look so fuckin’ sexy, baby.” he said, talking through lightly gritted teeth, briefly tightening his grasp on you.

You nervously smiled at this, even after all this time he still knew exactly how to make you all flustered. “Get undressed, handsome and if you’re good, maybe I’ll let you fuck me.” you replied with a pointed look, already knowing what was on his mind.

“Okay.” he eagerly said, his hazel eyes lighting up, taking off his clothes as quickly as he possibly could.

Jack got in first, scooting back to give you some room to sit in front of him, and once you got settled, he wrapped his arms around you, wordlessly encouraging you to rest your head on his broad chest. One of his hands shamelessly came up to hold one of your tits, his fingers rolling your nipple in between them, eliciting a quiet moan from you.

He leaned down a little, his mouth right next to your ear, “Please, baby, let me fuck you. I’ll make you feel so good. I need to feel your pretty pussy wrapped around me.” he begged, his hardened cock now twitching against your lower back.

You looked back at him and nodded, “Please. I’m all yours.” you replied, not having any strength left to make him work for it.

Jack wrapped both of his hands around your hips, pulling you onto his lap and carelessly spilling a bit of water onto the floor. You lifted yourself up a little, allowing him to line his cock up with your pussy, and sank down onto him, earning a low groan from him. His hands drifted from your hips to your ass, holding both cheeks in his hands, making it easier for him to fuck up into you. His thrusts began as soon as he was buried to the hilt inside of you, his quick, merciless pace sending more water out and onto the floor.

But neither of you cared, you were too wrapped up in the feeling of one another. It all felt so good.

Jack slowed his pace down a little after a while, letting you ride him, and slotted his hand in your hair, bringing your neck to his mouth. He roughly bit and kissed the column of flesh, making you moan a lot louder than you meant to. “Let me hear you, baby. Show me how good I make you feel.” he murmured, his voice making goosebumps appear on your arms despite the hot water.

His other hand left your hip, drifting from your tits to your clit where he swiftly rubbed it, causing you to arch your back. It was almost too much, being pleasured like this all at once. You looked at him over your shoulder, your eyebrows furrowed, “Please, Jack, it’s too much.” you whined.

He grinned at this, “You need to cum, sweetheart? Can’t hold it anymore?” he teased and you rapidly nodded. He nipped your neck once more, “Cum for me. I wanna feel you squeeze my cock until I’m screamin’ your name.”

Obeying his command, you completely let go, your pussy squeezing him in a way that had his hands shooting up to tightly grasp your hips again while you moaned and babbled about how good he was making you feel. Jack uncontrollably bucked his hips up to meet yours and gritted his teeth, "Goddamn, you feel so fuckin’ good, baby. I love this fucking pussy.” he muttered, fucking you through your orgasm as his own washed over him and he spilled his seed into you.

You heard him chuckle from behind you while you came down from your high, “I think we flooded the bathroom.” he said, causing a shocked look to appear on your face once your eyes landed on all of the water that had escaped the tub.

Your eyes remained widened, “Next time, you’re fucking me in the shower.” you replied.

He nodded and pressed a kiss to the side of your head, “Yes, ma’am.” he said, still smiling a little.

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Jack’s fingers slowly came up to rest just below the waistband of your panties and he remained behind you, holding you in his arms, his lips pressing kiss after kiss to your neck that slowly woke you up. You looked at him over your shoulder a little, “Hmm? What’s going on?” you sleepily mumbled, still waking up from the nap you and Jack had taken together this afternoon on his day off.

He pressed a light kiss to your cheek, shamelessly rubbing his boner against your ass, making you softly gasp. “I need you so bad, baby. Let me fuck you, please.” he begged, his breathing heavy and his eyebrows tightly furrowed while his hands gripped your waist.

You nodded, “Yeah, go ahead, Jackie.” you told him, now fully awake and extremely horny, grinding your ass into his cock. When you first started dating him, you secretly worried that he wouldn't be able to keep up with your libido considering your age difference but you soon found out that he was just as insatiable as you were, if not more.

Not wasting any time, he quickly pulled down the pair of his boxers you’d fallen asleep in, threw them aside and slipped his fingers into your already weeping hole. “Love how wet you get for me.” he muttered, nipping at your neck.

“Please, Jack,” you said, hating when he teased you like this. You grinded your ass against him again, grinning at the way his cock twitched against you. “Stop holding back.”

He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer, his free hand lining his painfully hard cock up with your entrance, “Don’t have to tell me twice, sweetheart.” he murmured, causing goosebumps to litter your skin, and slid into you with a low, loud groan.

He gripped your hips in one hand while the other drifted up to one of your tits, rolling your nipple in between his fingers. His pace was slow, much slower than the quick, brutal pace you were used to. And as if he had somehow read your mind, he addressed this difference, “I wanna take my time, just let yourself feel it.” he told you and you nodded, turning your head as much as you could to face him, your lips meeting his in one of the most passionate kisses he’d ever given you.

Your ass softly slapped his wide thighs, “Feels so good, go faster please. I can’t take it, Jack.” you pleaded, your eyebrows furrowed in unbridled agony.

Obeying your request, Jack wrapped one arm around your neck and the other around your waist, fucking into you at that rapid, ruthless pace you adored. He briefly pressed his forehead to the back of your head, “Fuck, she’s suckin’ me in. You feel so fuckin’ good, baby. I could fuck this pretty pussy all day.” he muttered through gritted teeth right into your ear, his words bringing you closer and closer to the edge. 

You loved it when he talked to you like this, you never wanted it to end.

He suddenly spoke once more, interrupting your thoughts the second he felt your pussy fluttering around him, “You close? You gonna cum on my cock?” he said, roughly kissing your neck, and you weakly nodded. “Cum for me, baby. Let me feel how good I make you feel.”

Obeying his request, you let yourself fall apart on his cock, your vision briefly going black while you moaned, “Feels so good, Jackie.” you babbled, completely lost in your orgasm, accidentally sinking your teeth into his bicep.

He groaned at this, “Shit, she’s squeezing me so tight.” he muttered, barely able to speak before his own orgasm soon washed over him, and spilled his seed inside you.

The two of you continued to lay there, his cock still inside you, for almost twenty minutes, slowly coming down from both of your highs. Jack then slowly pulled himself out of you, “I know, I know, baby.” he cooed when you sharply gasped at the feeling, leaving you with a kiss to the top of your head before he sat up, slipping his arms into his crutches to get a wet cloth from his bathroom.

When he returned, he rolled you onto your back and gently wiped you in between your legs, earning another gasp from you as he tossed the rag into his laundry bin. He leaned over you, gently kissing you and cupping your face in his hand, “I’m gonna go shower, wanna join me?” he asked, a look of pure love for you in his eyes. He was truly down bad.

You softly smiled up at him and shook your head, “No, I’m okay. I'm gonna lay here for a little longer.” you answer and he nodded, mirroring the smile on your lips, leaving you to rest. You rolled over, grabbing your phone from where you’d left it on the bedside table next to it, planning to scroll through Tiktok until Jack was done.

When suddenly, you heard the sound of someone unlocking the front door to his apartment. Your eyes widened at this, ”Fuck.” you whispered to yourself. 

It was Michael, it had to be. After all, he was the only other person with keys to Jack’s apartment. You’d been hiding your relationship from him the whole eight months you had been together so far, knowing he wouldn’t approve. But there was no going back now. Your body froze up in fear, not allowing you to quickly get up and put Jack’s boxers back on and hide. So you just stayed put.

He quietly closed the door behind him, “Hey, you home? I think I left my backpack here the other day!” he called out, his eyes landing on you in Jack’s bed as he finished speaking. He easily crossed the space in less than ten strides, now standing in the doorway, making you want to crawl out of your skin. “What the fuck? What’re you doing here, (y/n)?”, a look of anger filling his eyes.

A scared look filled yours, “Surprise?” you said with a shrug, not knowing what else you could possibly say right now.

He shot you a disappointed look and stormed over to the bathroom connected to Jack’s bedroom, “Abbot! Out now!” he yelled, turning away for a minute while his best friend scrambled to put on the robe he kept hung up next to his shower. Once he was decent, Michael turned back around and balled his hands into fists for a moment before releasing them, “When the fuck were you going to tell me you were fucking my sister? My sister who’s twenty years younger than you might I add.”

A panicked look appeared on Jack’s face and he sighed, trying to collect himself, his wet curls dripping onto his shoulders, “Listen, I never meant you to find out that we’re dating like this but you gotta accept that she’s an adult, man. You can’t boss her around anymore. She can make her own decisions.” he replied, referencing the time you’d told him about how Michael was so overprotective of you when you were a kid that it often came off as controlling.

He ran a hand over his tired face, “It’s not that I don’t trust you, brother. You’re just too old for her.” he quietly said, subtly shaking his head with disapproval.

Leaving the bathroom before Jack had the chance to say anything else, Michael practically stomped back over to you, looking as if steam was about to shoot out of his ears. “Get dressed, now. I’m taking you home.” he sternly commanded and you shook a little, startled by how angry he was. You hadn’t seen him like this in years.

You angrily furrowed your eyebrows at this, ignoring your fear, “No! I’m not some little girl anymore, Michael! You can’t tell me what to do!” you fired back, eliciting a worried look from Jack.

He picked your clothes up off of the floor and threw them at you, “I’m not going to repeat myself.” he said.

You nodded, “Okay.” you replied, tears filling your eyes as you became as obedient as you once were as a child, and he left the room.

Jack frowned at you, watching you put your clothes back on. He hated seeing what this was doing to you. He placed his hand on your bicep as you started to walk toward the closed door, stopping you, “Hey, you don’t have to listen to him. You’re a grown woman.” he said, tears pricking at his eyes.

You took a shaky breath in and out, refusing to meet his gaze, your shoulders stiff, “I know, it’s just that…he’s the only family I have left and I don’t wanna lose him. Let’s talk about this another time.” you told him and he nodded in understanding, hesitantly letting you go without properly saying goodbye.

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A day later

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You were sitting on your couch hopelessly trying to distract yourself from your feelings with one of the books you owned, your eyes reading the same paragraph again and again, when someone knocked on your front door. You set the book aside and wiped your remaining tears away, it felt like all you had done today was cry. 

“Just a second!” you called out, your voice sounding more shaky then you meant it to.

You opened it to reveal Michael standing behind it, clearly having come straight here after his shift today. You frowned at him and defensively crossed your arms over your chest, “What do you want, Michael? Are you here to yell at me again or something?” you asked, begrudgingly moving to the side to allow him to enter your home and closing the door behind him.

He remained quiet, walked over to your couch and took a seat, wordlessly encouraging to sit next to him, “I’m just trying to understand you and Jack’s relationship. I don’t get what you could possibly see in a man that much older than you.” he sighed, frustrating you a little.

Your shoulders relaxed a little, glad that he was calmly speaking to you instead of yelling again, “I know we have a big age gap but I love him because of how he treats me. He’s one of the kindest, loving and gentlest men I’ve ever met and he makes me feel seen. With Jack by my side, I’ve been a lot happier than I have in a very long time. And I know you don’t approve but please, at least try to get used to us being together. I don’t wanna lose you, Mikey. I need you in my life.” you explained.

He nodded, raking a hand through his thinning hair, “Okay, I’ll try. I’m just going to need some time,” he agreed and you softly smiled at him, feeling extremely relieved. He wrapped his long arms around you and pressed a light kiss to the side of your head, “But if he ever fucks up, just let me know and I’ll go beat him up for you, okay?”

You laughed at this, “Okay.” you replied, getting his own tense shoulders to finally relax.

After Michael left, you retrieved your phone from where you left it on your coffee table and sent Jack a quick text telling him to call you as soon as he had a moment. Within a few minutes, your phone rang and his contact appeared on the screen, making you chuckle at how quickly he’d called you. You picked up on the third ring, “Hey, baby, what’d Robby say? He told me he was gonna talk to you after work.” he greeted, a hopeful tone to his voice.

You grinned at how rapidly he’d spoken, “He’s not completely on board with us yet but he said he’ll try.” you said, barely able to get through what you wanted to say without a giddy giggle or two leaving your lips.

A relieved laugh left Jack’s own lips, “Yes!” he said, the sound of his badge jingling in the background as if he had just fist pumped the air. “I’m coming over right after work and taking you out for breakfast.”

You smiled at how happy and excited this news had made him, he no longer had to hide you and your relationship. “Okay, Jackie, I’ll see you then. I love you, handsome.” you replied.

“I love you too, baby. Goodnight, sweet dreams.” he said before he hung up and you excitedly kicked your feet, your heart bursting with happiness knowing that you weren’t going to lose Jack or your brother.

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Not a single word left Frank’s lips the entire ride back to his apartment, the only readable emotion on his face being anger. He’d been like this his entire first shift back and ever since he was discharged from rehab a week ago, he barely spoke to you and often just stared at you and anyone you were talking to. Which you assumed was probably just the result of him slowly adjusting to work and life again after being gone for almost an entire year.

Truth be told, you really wanted things to go back to normal between you two but you knew he needed time, so you gave him the space you thought he needed.

But little did you know, his reason for his odd behavior was far from him getting used to being back at work. It was how close you and Abbot had gotten while he was gone. You spoke to Jack today more than you’d spoken to Frank since he was discharged, still assuming he needed space. But he didn’t want space, he wanted you to hug him and hold his hand and assure him that he did belong here. 

Instead, you created a distance that hurt him, making him realize for the first time since he left that he’d fucked up. This distance was his fault, he’d pushed you away so that you wouldn’t have to see the ugly parts of his withdrawal, never getting rid of that distance even after the fact. Still, he decided it’d be best if you talked it out in a more private setting and he calmly expressed his feelings to you, like he’d learned how to do in group therapy while in rehab.

He couldn’t let himself blow up on you like he’d done with other people in the past. He just hoped he wasn’t losing you forever to Jack. 

The mere mention of the man’s name in his mind instilled more anger in him. His hands tightly gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white and his thick eyebrows furrowed, earning a worried look from you. Who the fuck did he think he was? He knew you were in a relationship and yet he continued to be all flirty with you right in front of Frank, like he wasn’t even there.

In the midst of the storm in your own mind, you too began to spiral, thinking of all the possible ways you could’ve made Frank angry today. Maybe he wanted more attention from you? Maybe rehab had made him regret your relationship? Maybe you’d fucked up with a patient and somehow didn’t notice? You racked your mind again and again for explanations but none of them seemed possible or realistic enough. 

No matter the reason, you just wanted to make things between you and Frank better but at the same time, you didn’t know what to do or where to start. From your point of view, he’d been so cold and shut off and seemed like he wanted nothing to do with you. You desperately hoped you were wrong, which is why you wanted to talk to him about how he’s been acting when you get back to his place.

If he didn’t want to be with you anymore, you’d rather he reveal it now rather than let all this heartbreak and tension build up.

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You looked directly at Frank once he’d shut the front door to his apartment behind you, “Alright, what’s going on?” you asked him, putting your hands on your hips.

His eyes darted from the floor then back up to you, reminding you of how much rehab had changed him. He was no longer as charming as he used to be and he knew it. He lightly frowned, his hands awkwardly holding the baseball cap he’d been wearing, “Nothing, sweetheart. I just had a bad day is all.” he answered, setting the hat aside.

You frowned at him, crossing your arms over your chest and taking a hesitant step closer to him, “I think it's more than that. Ever since you got back, you’ve been so distant and you barely talk to me anymore. Was there something I did?” you said, accidentally making him more angry at Jack and partially you.

He dragged a hand over his face and sighed, “Sort of, yeah. I just can’t stop thinking about how close you and Abbot have gotten while I was gone. You ignored me all day and stayed glued to his side, practically laughing at every word he said like he’s the funniest person on the fuckin’ planet.” he explained, his anger not allowing any other emotion to come up to the surface, and began to pace the room.

His words were like a punch to the gut, knocking the air out of you. “What’re you talking about? Jack and I are just friends.” you said, a frown and furrowed eyebrows seemingly permanently etched into your features.

Frank suddenly stopped in his tracks, “Jack? Or so now you’re on a first name basis with him? What, are you in love with him or something?” he fired back, regretting his words the second they left his mouth once he saw the tears that had started to fill your eyes. He wanted more than anything to hold your face in his hands, wipe your tears away, apologize and kiss you. But it was too late now, the damage had been done and he wasn't even sure if his comfort was something you wanted anymore.

Your face crumpled, tears falling down your cheeks, “What? No, I would never do that to you Frank. He just supported me while you were gone, that’s it. I mean, you weren’t there, I needed you and you weren’t there. I was just so lonely and isolated, I felt like you didn’t love me anymore especially since you never let me visit you. So I confided in Jack and I switched to the night shift until you got back. I don’t know, maybe I’m just a fool for believing that things would be back to normal as soon as you got discharged.” you explained, watching him with a look of concern as tears quickly filled his blue eyes, eyes that refused to meet yours.

He turned away from you, his shoulders hunched, like he was afraid you’d leave him after seeing him like this. You didn’t regret what you said but you hated being the reason for his tears.

You wiped your own away and took another step toward him, reaching up to hold his face in your hand and forcing him to look at you, “Hey, you don’t have to hide your tears from me. Just let it out, okay?” you quietly said and he nodded.

But before you could say another comforting word or hug him, Frank beat you to it and wrapped his arms around you. His shoulders shook with every sob, “I’m so sorry, baby. I really fucked up this time, huh?” he mumbled with a self-deprecating chuckle, the sound of how broken he was shattering your heart. You hated seeing him like this.

You shook your head against him, “No, you didn’t. I forgive you, Frankie, just promise me you’ll be more honest with me in the future. I want every part of you, even the parts you’re too scared to share. I’ll always love you.” you said, shocking him. He’d expected you to be furious, to push him away and tell him that you hate him, not forgive him.

He messily wiped his tears away and pulled himself out of your arms, briefly pressing his forehead to yours before he lifted his head, “I love you too. I don’t deserve you, I’m too fucked up.” he said with a sniffle.

You took one of his hands in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze that he swiftly returned, “You do deserve me. You always have and always will, okay? You’re not fucked up.” you replied.

Frank nodded, his tears finally stopping, “Okay,” he answered, his eyes flickering from your eyes down to your lips. “Let me make it up to you.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, “How?” you asked, noticing how his pupils had gotten a little bigger in the blink of an eye.

He cupped your face in his hands, tilting it up, his thumb stroking your cheek, “Let me show you how sorry I am. I miss making you feel good.” he confessed, making your cheeks blush while goosebumps littered your skin.

“You sure?” you asked and he eagerly nodded.

“Please, I need you so bad, baby. I need to show you how sorry I am,” he begged, his voice sending a shiver up your spine, and you nodded. He crashed his lips into yours, instantly deepening the kiss in a way that made you gasp into his mouth. He snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you closer until your tits were pressed up against him. “Thank you. I just wanna make you feel good.” he murmured against your lips, causing a warm feeling to settle in your belly.

You’d never seen him be so submissive, it was kind of hot.

Without another word, Frank picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist, his lips never leaving yours. His hand soon tangled itself in your hair, pulling your lips off of his and he planted his lips on your neck, roughly kissing and biting the flesh there while your back made contact with his bed.

You gasped at the action, “You smell so fuckin’ good.” he muttered against your skin, his lust-filled eyes meeting yours as he practically ripped your scrubs off, leaving you in your underwear.

He kissed you once more, trailing these kisses from your lips to your neck to the valley between your tits to your hips. He grabbed the waistband of your panties in between his teeth and dragged them down, his hands never once leaving your waist, earning another gasp from you.

“Fuck.” you breathily mumbled at the sight, needily arching into his touch.

Frank grabbed your calf, pressing a gentle kiss there, “Open your legs for me, baby. Let me see you,” he said and you instantly obeyed, all of the anger and sadness that had once been coursing through both of you long gone. He shook his head in disbelief and grinned, “So pretty. This all for me?”, his eyes glued to your pussy and your glistening folds, eliciting a weak nod from you.

You took a sharp breath in as he attached his lips to your clit, already sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves, “Always, Frankie.” you said with a soft moan, your voice higher than you meant it to be. 

Two of his fingers easily slid into you while his mouth continued its attack on your clit. It all felt so good, it was almost overwhelming, but you never wanted him to stop, secretly loving how desperate to make it up to you he had become. He suddenly interrupted your thoughts from between your legs, “You taste so good, baby. I could die a happy man between these legs.” he told you with another grin while he held your legs open with his free hand, his chin glistening with your wetness, sending butterflies straight to your stomach.

The second his mouth was back on you, you lightly grasped his hair in your hand, feeling yourself getting closer much quicker than you usually did after ten whole months of being separated from your handsome boyfriend. Your eyebrows tightly furrowed, “Fuck, right there, feels so good. I’m so close.” you babbled, almost unintelligibly, your head thrown back in ecstasy.

His grasp on your thighs tightened, “Cum for me, sweetheart. Let me feel it.” he gently commanded and within seconds, you fell apart on his tongue. When you opened your eyes again, he was already hovering over you, his lips meeting yours, letting you taste yourself on them.

You looked over at him from where he laid down next to you, “I’m glad you’re home, Frankie. I missed you and I’m sorry for not telling you about Jack sooner.” you said, softly smiling up at him as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, shamelessly inhaling your scent, “I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have blown up on you like that.” he replied, softly stroking your hair, a wordless encouragement to fall asleep on his chest. There was more you both wanted to bring up but that’d have to wait until the morning.

“I forgive you.” you quietly repeated, your eyelids growing heavier and heavier with each passing minute.

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Jack’s chest slowly rose and fell below your head while he held you in his arms, your fingers intertwined with his and resting on your shoulder, slowly waking up with you as the sun rose. Ever since Jack had switched to the day shift so that you could spend more time together, you’d started to love mornings.

You no longer woke up to an empty bed and instead got to wake up within the arms of your sweet husband. You smiled as you felt him press a light kiss to the top of your head, his warm, calloused fingers coming up to tip your head up so that he could kiss your lips.

You softly smiled into the kiss, “Good morning, sweetheart. How’d you sleep?” he quietly said, his much deeper voice sending a shiver up your spine. You adored his morning voice.

You softly stroked his cheek with your thumb, “Good, how’d you sleep?” you answered.

He sleepily grinned at you, “Amazing, switching to the day shift was the best decision I’ve ever made. Well, besides marrying you.” he replied, making you giggle a little.

You suddenly sat up in bed as an idea popped into your head, leaving Jack’s arms much to his dismay, “There’s something I wanted to ask you. Would you still love me if I was a rock?” you asked, trying to hold back the smile that so desperately wanted to roll out across your lips, earning a confused look from Jack.

He furrowed his eyebrows and sat up, leaning back against the pillow on his side of the bed, “Why would you be a rock?” he asked in return, mildly frustrating you.

You shrugged, “I don’t know, just answer the question.” you replied and he quietly laughed, he loved it when you asked him silly questions like this.

His hand came up to hold your face and you leaned into his touch, already crawling into his lap, “Yes, I would still love you if you were a rock, sweetheart. I’d carry you in my pocket all day and set you on your pillow at night.” he answered, making you smile.

“Good, I’d still love you too if you were a rock.” you said, causing him to chuckle a little.

He shook his head at this, his heart warming whenever he got the chance to see this side of you. He pressed his lips to yours, instantly deepening the kiss. “I love you, sweetheart. You mean the world to me, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” he murmured against your lips in between kisses.

Heat flooded your cheeks and butterflies filled your stomach, even after all this time. “I love you too, Jackie.” you told him. 

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The intensity of the lights within the Pitt hurt your eyes as you entered and you squinted a little, wondering how Jack was able to get through long shifts while constantly under all of these harsh bright lights. And once your eyes adjusted, you began to search the space for Dana, wanting to hand off Jack’s lunch to her that he’d forgotten since you assumed he’d probably be too busy to get it from you directly. 

But before you had the chance to find her, a patient on your right laying on one of the gurneys startled you, “Hey! I’ve been waiting here for hours! Stop being so damn lazy!” he screamed at you, incorrectly assuming that you were a nurse or a doctor.

You politely smiled at him, “Oh, sorry, sir I don’t work here. But I’m sure someone will be with you soon.” you replied. And just as you took a few steps away from him, he retrieved a scalpel he’d somehow stolen and had been hiding.

The world began to move in slow motion as you watched him swiftly rise from the gurney and plunge the scalpel into your chest. You stumbled back a few steps and Jack’s lunch box fell to the floor, your eyes widened and your breathing growing heavy as blood began to leave your wound.

The man continued to walk toward you, like he was trying to finish the job. “Jack! Help!” you screamed as loud as you could with what little strength you had left. 

And luckily for you within a couple minutes, Jack appeared before you before the man could attack you again. His eyes widened at the sight of you, his heart pounding, the front of your shirt was soaked in your blood and your skin was incredibly pale.

“Security!” he screamed and without hesitation, he scooped you up into his arms just as you began to collapse. “I need trauma 2 now! My wife’s been stabbed!”, already running in the direction of the room. It all happened so quickly.

The world seemed to become fuzzy around the edges as Jack carried you into it and set you down on the gurney in there, already ripping your shirt off of you and applying pressure to the wound with the part of it that wasn’t soaked with your blood. “Stay with me, baby. You’re gonna be okay. Just keep your eyes open.” he said, looking more scared than you’d ever seen him.

You weakly nodded, “Okay.” you quietly said.

A small group of doctors and nurses entered the room moments later, already jumping into action to save your life. But you had to admit, you had a bad feeling about this. After all, the man had plunged the sharp object right into the left side of your chest. It would be a miracle if he had missed your heart or another organ. You didn’t want to die and leave Jack but at the same time you weren’t sure you were going to survive this.

Your now teary eyes looked over at Jack as you felt a needle enter your skin and your chest went numb, “I love you, Jack.” you told him through your tears, causing tears to prick at his own eyes.

He shook his head, “No, don’t talk like that. You’re not gonna die, you can’t leave me.” he replied and you frowned.

“Say it back, please.” you begged, your eyebrows furrowing with worry that you wouldn’t get to hear those words from him one last time before you died.

He nodded and briefly let his eyes fall shut, his hand now holding yours and his thumb stroking the back of it. He was trying so hard to stay strong for you. “I love you too, baby. Keep fighting for me.” Jack replied and you nodded, letting your body relax.

Suddenly, your body seemed to feel a lot lighter and colder and memories began to flash in front of your eyes. You saw yourself graduating college, moving to Pittsburgh, meeting Jack, you and Jack’s first date, Jack proposing to you, your wedding and lastly, this morning. What would end up being your last morning with your husband. You didn’t want to go but you hoped Robby and Jack’s therapist's support would be enough. You didn’t want him to hurt himself just because you weren’t here anymore.

Your eyes drifted over to Jack one more time and softly smiled at him as your eyes fell shut, letting life leave your body.

A loud beeping sound erupted from the heart monitor next to you and Jack’s heart dropped. He immediately started compressions, “No! Don’t do this to me, baby. Come back to me. Keep fighting. Please!” he frantically said, tears filling his eyes. 

Robby watched with a look of worry in his eyes as his best friend lost yet another woman he loved. He knew how much the death of his first wife, Jane, had hurt him and he didn’t know how Jack was going to recover from your death too.

And after almost twenty minutes of compressions, he took a step closer to Jack, placed a hand on his shoulder and began to speak, “Time of deat-” but Jack interrupted him.

He sharply shook his head, “No, we have to keep going. We have to save her, we have to bring her back.” he said, his voice breaking while tears started to flow down his face.

Robby frowned, “Jack, she’s gone,” he quietly said and after a moment, he stopped, a look of defeat on his face. “Time of death, eleven a.m.. We’ll move her to the viewing room in a little bit.”, earning a nod from Jack while everyone else slowly left the room.

And once he was alone, he completely broke down and collapsed to his knees. He hadn’t cried this much since Jane died and he sure as hell wasn’t going to be done for a long time. He didn’t know if he’d ever stop mourning you now that he’d lost another person he loved. It just didn’t seem possible and if he was being honest, he never wanted to stop mourning you.

He shakily rose to his feet a few minutes later and took you in his arms, slowly rocking your bodies back and forth together as one in a poor attempt to comfort himself. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you, baby. I don’t know if I can live without you, it’d hurt too much,” he whispered to you, his tears dripping down onto your face. He swallowed thickly and squeezed his eyes shut, “I wish we could've brought you back, this is all my fault. If I hadn’t forgotten my lunch like some idiot, you would still be alive. I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.”

He pressed a kiss to your lips and forehead, his crying becoming more intense the second he felt how cold your skin is now. “Oh, God. My baby.” he muttered, almost wailing from all the pain he was feeling, his shoulders shaking with every sob.

Robby quietly stepped back into the room as Jack placed you back on the gurney, “Just give me a few more minutes to clean her and I’ll take her to the viewing room myself.” Jack pleaded, sounding more defensive than he meant to, and Robby nodded, his heart breaking as a result of the sight in front of him.

Jack wet one of the rags Robby had brought with him in a small basin filled with warm water, slowly cleaning the blood from your soft skin, his tears blurring his vision. And no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t stop thinking about how he felt like your death was his fault. If he’d been less forgetful or stayed on the night shift maybe then you would still be alive and he wouldn’t have to go through this heartbreak once more.

When you were ready to go, Jack placed a blanket on top of you and pulled it up to your neck, not wanting you to be cold. He pushed you across the Pitt to the viewing room with Robby by his side, earning sympathetic looks from everyone he passed. And once you were inside the room, he pulled up a chair up to your bedside and wiped his tears away, your hand already back in his.

He slowly looked up at Robby, “I’m gonna retire. After today, I never want to step foot in this stupid fucking hospital ever again.” Jack told him, a look of anger now present on his face.

This job had taken him away from you for too long and now it had taken you away from him forever. He felt robbed of all the time you could’ve spent together if it weren’t for this job.

Robby nodded, “Okay, I’ll go talk to Gloria. Stay as long as you need.” he said, gently patting Jack’s shoulder and he nodded.

But before he could leave the room, Jack grabbed his wrist, “Wait,” he said, suddenly rising from his chair and wrapping his arms around Robby, sobbing again. “I don’t know if I can do this, brother. You saw how much Jane’s death wrecked me, how am I supposed to live through this?”

Robby frowned, “You could move-in with me?” he suggested. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be alone right now anyway.”

Jack nodded against Robby, “Okay,” he whispered, staying in his friend's arms until he had the strength to leave them. “I’m gonna sit with her for a little while.”, prompting Robby to leave the room.

Jack sat next to you with your hand in his for hours just crying, quietly apologizing and telling you how much he loved you until the door suddenly opened again and he saw Robby with a woman he didn’t recognize by his side. “Jack, this is Sarah, she’s here to transfer (y/n) to the funeral home she’s a funeral director at.” he informed Jack and he hesitantly rose from his chair.

He gave your hand and lips one last kiss and let you go, “I love you, baby.” he said, following close behind the woman as she transferred you from the hospital to her hearse parked near the ambulance bay.

He stood still in the parking lot as he watched Sarah drive away, your body no longer within reach, breaking his heart all over again.

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When your headstone was installed a few months after your funeral, Jack was finally strong enough to push past his guilt and grief to start visiting you. He sat next to it for hours, talking to you as if you could actually hear him when the memory of something you’d said to him during your last morning together filled his mind. “Would you still love me if I was a rock?” you had said and tears flooded his eyes at the thought of your silly words.

He wished you were still here to ask him questions like this, to hold his hand, to kiss him, to tell him you loved him, to hold him in your arms, to run your fingers through his hair. He clutched your wedding ring in between his fingers, the ring now residing on a chain he wore everyday. After losing you and Jane, he knew for sure that he could never love anyone like that again. He never wanted to marry ever again. You were it for him and no one could ever replace you.

After that, he visited your grave every few days. He would talk to you and remind you that he loved you, secretly waiting for his time to join you to come along. He repeated this again and again and before he knew it, decades had passed and he was older than you would ever get to be. His limbs were no longer as flexible as they used to be and he couldn’t get around without a cane but still, he sat on the green grass beside your headstone. 

He rested his hand on it, “I love you, baby. I can’t wait until we can be together again. I miss you.” he said to you with tears in his eyes, ignoring the weird, painful feeling in his chest that had been brewing since last night. He began to wonder if you’d like the older man he’d become, his wrinkles more visible and his hair now completely grey, if you’d still think he was sexy and handsome. But that was a thought for another time.

He pressed a kiss to your headstone and before he could stand up again, his body suddenly became a lot weaker and colder, the pain in his chest becoming more intense. He smiled at this and let it happen, laying back on the grass, knowing the tell tale signs of death. It was finally time for him to join you, he wouldn’t have to miss you or be alone for another day.

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It started slow at first, Jack had bought a pair of twenty pound and thirty-five pound weights and began using them everyday before and after work. Which seemed a little extreme to you but you didn't think much of it, assuming he wanted to build more muscle. And you definitely weren't complaining, you loved his muscles. But little did you know, he'd been lifting more because he'd been wanting to try fucking you while standing up and even though he was strong enough to lift you, he needed to make sure he could hold you the whole time without his arms getting tired. And after a month or two of building more muscle, he decided to tell you one night while you were cuddling in bed. He started by passionately kissing you, slowly trailing these kisses from your lips to your neck in a way that made you gasp and grasp his hair in your hands, pulling him closer.

He pressed a few light kisses to your chest and looked up at you, his eyes already making you want to say yes to whatever he was about to say, "I wanna try fucking you while I hold you. Is that alright, baby?" he suggested and you were instantly nodding, the idea of that making you wetter than you already were. "Yes." you answered, knowing he preferred your verbal consent over a nod. He grinned up at you and swiftly began to undress you as quickly as he could before he got you ready for his cock with his fingers. And once you'd fallen apart on them and his tongue, he undressed himself and put his prosthetic back on, his heart pounding with excitement while you waited with a needy look in your eyes. In the blink of an eye, Jack scooped you up, your ass now resting in his large hands, and his lips resumed their attack on your own as you lined him up with your entrance.

He slowly slid in, roughly squeezing your ass while you moaned into his mouth. And once you'd adjusted to his length, he started thrusting at a ruthless pace. To see how much stronger Jack had become only turned you on even more, it was so sexy to see him fuck you in this position without a hint of weakness or exhaustion. You wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your head on his shoulder, your soft moans floating up to his ear. He pressed another kiss to your neck, "You like that, baby? You like seein' how strong I got for you?" he muttered through gritted teeth. You weakly nodded, "Yes, feels so good." you babbled, feeling completely overwhelmed by his strength and cock. He sped up a little more, "I'm so close, Jack." you mumbled a few minutes later, everything bringing you closer to the edge much quicker compared to when he fucked you on your bed. He briefly readjusted his hands, leaning back against one of the walls of your bedroom, "Yeah? Cum for me, sweetheart. Let me feel how good I'm fuckin' you." Jack instructed and within seconds, you came on his cock, your pussy squeezing him in a way that caused his grasp on you to falter for just a second. But he didn't dare to let go. "God, I love this pussy. Fuck, you feel so good." he muttered, his own orgasm washing over him.

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