Abbot’s Rules
Jack Abbot x Fem!Reader
Warnings: It’s porn with very little plot. It’s straight filth all the way through. P in V sex, soft Dom!Jack, swearing, slight breeding kink if you squint, slight sub-space, sexting, let me know if I missed anything thing.
Word Count: 5,600
Note: This is my first full-length fic, I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it. I’m open to constructive criticism as long as it’s worded kindly and respectfully. Please do note feed this to AI, etc. etc.
It was 6:30 pm, and Jack always liked to get to his shift a little early so hand off went smoothly and he was fully settled in by 7. Plus, if he was lucky, he’d get a little time to catch up with his best friend, Robby.
He felt his phone vibrate in the tactical pants he liked to substitute for scrubs and decided to check it before getting out of his truck.
Big mistake.
It was a text from you, his wife of only a few months. The picture was of you in bed, hair tousled. He knew you were naked because that’s how he’d left you - all soft and warm, tangled in the sheets that smelled like both of you.
The said sheet strategically covered next to nothing, and your hooded eyes were pure lust.
Fuuuuuck.
The text simply said, “Miss you already.”
He was supposed to be walking into a very public-facing job for a twelve-hour shift in a few moments, and he was already mentally fighting the blood draining straight to his cock. Jack briefly wondered if it was too late to call in “sick”. He certainly felt a little sick knowing he’d be away from you for the next half-day. Unable to kiss or touch you.
Thank god for his heavy-duty tactical pants. They were a much thicker fabric than regular scrubs, and with some strategic adjustments and trying to focus on some complex formulas for patent treatment as a mental exercise, he thought he’d be okay.
He fired off a quick text back so you’d know he was thinking of you and loving you, without focusing on the picture further, and then he walked into the Emergency Department.
“Hey, man,” Robby greeted Jack with a clap on the back as he came in. Robby stopped as he got a better look at him though. “You doing okay?”
“Yeah, fantastic, as always.” Jack said dismissively.
Robby decided not to push it, but noted that Jack looked… wired.
At home, you were pouting in an empty house. Your new husband had left before you could have sex with him today. And then, he had barely acknowledged your sexy selfie you took just for him. AND you already missed his sturdy, grounding presence, handsome smile, and big dick.
You worked a flexible job remotely from home most days, so you tried to match your schedule to Jack’s when you could. That way you were both able to spend as much time as possible together.
That also meant you’d be up for the next twelve hours too, and you had mischief on your mind.
At 9 PM you sent him something innocent, mostly. You’d baked Jack’s favorite brownies and took a pic of the finished product cooling on the counter.
Jack was about to walk into a patient’s room when his phone buzzed again. He thought he’d better check to see if it was something hospital-related. It wasn’t, but it was a text from you, which made it even more important. So he opened it.
Pic 1. - A pan of delicious looking brownies sitting on the marble countertop in the kitchen of your shared home. It also contained a text that read, “These will be waiting for you when you get home!” Along with a little heart emoji.
Safe. That was a safe text.
His heart was feeling about as warm and gooey as the brownies. Jack hearted the picture and typed a sweet “Awe, thank you baby” back and sent it. But, before he could turn off his screen, another text arrived that read, “And so will this…” Then pic 2 popped onto his screen. It featured you licking the brownie batter off your fingers with your blouse unbuttoned far enough that he could see a lot of cleavage.
No no no no no
He literally needed to be in a patient’s room. Now.
He heard a small strangled noise escape his throat before he could stop it - then tried to disguise it as just clearing his throat. “Shen! Can you take room three, please!” He worded it like it was a request, but it absolutely was not.
He turned on his heel and walked back to one of the private bathrooms where he could try to clear his head for a few moments.
Goddamn.
Would it be better to just sit and think of baseball stats to try to clear the addictive pictures of you from his brain? The problem was that they weren’t just sexy pictures. It wasn’t the same as porn or random images of a beautiful woman he didn’t know.
It was you - he knew exactly how soft your skin was, and how your hair smelled. He knew exactly how full and firm and bouncy your breasts were, he knew what your chest smelled like when he laid his head on it, he knew exactly the way the curve of your hips and ass fit in his hands, and the little squeals and moans you made when he touched you just right. He knew what your pussy tastes like and how it felt to plunge his fingers into your wet heat over and over and over…
Whoops. He suddenly was hard as a rock and palming himself over his pants.
Fucking hell.
As he was sitting there in the bathroom alone, the weight of the fact that he hadn’t responded to your last picture hit him.
Damn.
He opened his phone and took a picture of his large bulge and sent it back, along with, “Sweetheart, you’re killing me here. I’m at work! Please show a guy some mercy.” Along with the emoji of the little yellow guy who was sweating but smiling.
He instantly saw a typing bubble. “Oh yeah? Poor babyyy.” And the little emoji with a sassy smirk. Then a pic came through with your hand down in your lacy panties.
Jack was starting to wonder what the hell you got up to every night when you were alone all night at the house…
“Honey, I seriously need to go. I’ve got patients to see. I’m so sorry. Make it up to you tomorrow morning!” Was all he could type, and then he clicked his phone off.
He was still sitting there sweating, and palming, and squeezing himself harder now.
Oh my god.
How was he going to make it through the rest of this shift? Or the rest of his career???
After a few moments, it finally dawned on him that you were absolutely doing this on purpose. You weren’t just keeping in contact with your husband while he was gone, you were intentionally torturing him while he was in a place where you knew he probably couldn’t do anything about it.
He opened his phone again, breathing harder than he should have been, and typed, “You’re doing this on purpose aren’t you? :(“
A text bubble appeared. It kept bubbling and bubbling away. It was definitely taunting him now.
Finally, a text came in that just said, “Doing what?”
Fuck.
On the other end of the line you were giggling to yourself as you worked on your laptop. Every now and then though, you’d take a break and slip your fingers back down inside your damp panties. You’d glide your pointer and middle finger over your prominent clit, spreading your slick up from your center while fantasizing about all the fun you and Jack had on your Honeymoon, or imagining new positions you’d like to try out with him.
You could tell from his last two texts that he’d finally caught on to the fact that you were having some fun with him. But hey, then he’d just be even more excited to go at it when he got back home to you tomorrow morning, right? Right??
At the PTMC Emergency Department, Jack Abbot had made a decision. He quickly pulled his achy, leaking, rock-hard cock out of his pants and stroked it aggressively while looking at the pictures you sent until he was shooting ropes and ropes of cum. Then he tucked himself back into his pants, locked his phone and slid it into his pocket. He was not going to look at any more texts from you until he left work tomorrow morning at 7 AM. He’d just have to make it up to you later.
Problem solved.
Jack hadn’t answered in a while. You never knew when he was busy, so over the course of your relationship you’d always just sent texts whenever you felt like it, and he’d answer them when he could.
You decided to toy with him by creating a false sense of security. You sent him a cute meme you just saw online.
Jack felt his thigh vibrate.
No.
He didn’t need to check his phone to see every text you sent the second you sent it. People didn’t even have cell phones when he was a kid! And people survived just fine.
He was fine. This was fine.
40 minutes later, another vibration hit his leg.
Absolutely not.
No.
Nope, he was a grown man who’d been to actual war. He could choose not to open his phone.
He could do this.
By the time 1 AM rolled around, he’d had at least 3 more unopened texts from you, and he felt like his entire body was vibrating with restrained lust. Every time his phone buzzed he briefly slammed his eyes shut. He swore he could feel it in his now extremely sensitive cock.
His brain felt like it was too hot wondering what delicious pictures were just sitting in his texts… waiting for just a tap of his thumb to discover them…
“You doing okay Abbot?” Shen asked him in passing, “You look a little frazzled, my guy.” Shen had no idea about the ticking time bomb that was his cell phone
By 4 AM he hadn’t heard from you in a while. He tried to tell himself that that was a good thing. It probably meant you’d fallen asleep on the couch or in bed watching one of your favorite shows.
But after a while, the silence started to get to him.
What if you weren’t feeling well and had tried to reach out to him? What if you’d had an accident of some kind?
When he finally had a break Jack slipped into one of the on-call rooms (just to be on the safe side) since your other texts weren’t fit for public consumption. He didn’t need the hospital staff to see any parts of your anatomy that were meant just for him.
He took a deep breath to center himself and then opened his texts from you.
He was immediately scrolling through several cute memes, whew!
Okay, he could do this.
Then there was another one with your hand in your lacy underwear, again, and a second one of you holding up two of your fingers and stretching a string of your own slickness between them.
Then a picture of you sucking on those same fingers, giving the camera doe eyes.
Goddamn it.
He was already starting to get another hard-on. But, he knew he really only had himself to blame. He knew what game you were playing now and had decided to subject himself to it.
Finally, he came to a video.
Fuuuuck.
In for a penny, in for a pound. He was alone, so he pressed the play button.
The video was blacked out, like you’d hit record with the camera side down… but in a few seconds, he could hear your soft whimpers and moans. You were touching yourself. Without him. And you recorded it. The video cut out at about the two-minute mark before you finished.
Wait, did you finish? Or were you edging yourself all night waiting for him?
Fuckkking hell.
Jack was hard as a rock again. He wasn’t angry, he didn’t have any actual reason to be… but his feelings were, intense. He was at best very frustrated and pent up.
Maybe this is how a caged lion feels.
It didn’t feel fair that he couldn’t be home with his beautiful wife, it definitely wasn’t fair that you were torturing him while he was stuck at work… he couldn’t wait to get home and take you to bed.
That made Jack start thinking about all the things he’d like to do to you when he got home. At first, he just wanted to carry you to bed and release all the urges that were piling up over the long night. But after thinking it over for a bit, Jack decided that you were being quite the brat tonight, and if he were to come home and give you what you wanted… wouldn’t that just be rewarding your bad behavior?
(Yes, of course, he absolutely wanted your bad behavior to continue. But still, it was the principle of the thing!)
Jack stroked himself to completion again, and then used the clarity afterwards to come up with a plan.
You had been soooo lonesome without Jack. You touched yourself on multiple occasions over the long 12-hour shift he was gone, but had decided to only edge yourself. You really, really just want your handsome husband to come home and be the one touching you and filling you. Your fingers or a toy were a poor substitute.
Did you get a little carried away teasing him tonight? Absolutely, yes. But Jack didn’t have his read receipts on, so you weren’t positive he even saw everything.
Maybe he’d been busy all night after he typed you that last quick text?
At 8:05 AM you finally heard the keys in the front door.
You turned in your chair to greet him with a smile, “Hello, Baby! Welcome home!”
Jack dropped his bag and leaned fully against the door with a small thud. You looked at him closer and… he honestly looked rough. Like he was fraying at the seams.
You could tell he’d run his hand through his curls a million times that night because they were standing haphazardly.
“Ohhh honey, did you have a rough shift?” You asked with genuine concern.
He bit his lower and fixed you with a stare that you’d never quite seen before. It had heat behind it. “Yeah, you could say that.” Came his husky response.
Poor guy, he looked absolutely wrecked. You wondered what had happened at work that night?
“Let’s go to bed.” Jack said softly. Never taking his gaze off you.
“Of course, sweetheart, I just have to finish a couple emails and then I’ll be right there.” You told him casually as you turned back to your computer.
You couldn’t wait to crawl into bed with your sweet husband and massage his scalp and give him cuddles.
Jack didn’t respond.
But he did silently push off the door and then click the locks into place with an amount of force that surprised you.
Then he walked straight for you. It wasn’t rushed, but it somehow felt… calculated. He stopped at the table where you were working and put his hand behind the lid of your laptop, then slowly started to push until you had to move your hands and it clicked shut.
“Jack! I have to finish…”
“Bedroom… now.” He said with a softness you were just now realizing wasn’t really softness.
It was control.
Everyone knew that Jack Abbot thought eye contact at all times was important. And normally, you loved it. But as he closed your computer, he was locked in on your eyes in a new way you hadn’t really seen him do before.
It felt, almost… predatory.
And you really loved it.
A tiny jolt ran down your spine, and your nipples hardened in your bra.
Okay, you apparently had gotten him worked up while he was at work! And you were just as excited to see him!
“O-okay baby.” So you got up and happily walked down the hall ahead of him towards your bedroom. As he was trailing behind you, you missed the way his jaw ticked several times as he watched the sway of your hips.
As soon as you were in your bedroom, things seemed almost back to normal as far as your love life was concerned. Jack pushed you up against the wall and was kissing your lips, sucking on that sweet spot on your neck that made your knees weak, sliding his fingers in between your legs and rubbing your still clothed pussy.
Jack was maybe slightly less chatty than normal, but that was okay, he’d had a rough night!
You were kissing him back and finally getting to run your fingers through his curls as he started slowly undressing you - slipping your shirt off over your head and kissing, licking, and nibbling across your collarbones and down each slope of your breast until you were arching into him.
You tried to take his shirt off, and he gently batted away your hands, “I’ll take care of it in a minute, baby.” He muttered into your cleavage.
Next, he shimmied you out of your yoga pants that clung to you like a second skin. He rubbed at your pussy again through the lacy underwear he’d had a delicious preview of earlier in your texts as you let out a sharp appreciative gasp, and Jack groaned deeply and let his forehead fall against yours.
You reached for him and started to unbutton his tactical pants, but he shoed you away again, “I’ve got it honey, let me take care of you. The texts you were sending me sounded like you were really lonely last night. Poor baby.”
You were so blissed out that you didn’t *quite* register the hint of a mocking tone in his voice.
“I was! I missed my husband so soooo much.” You all but pouted.
“Poor baby, I missed you too, so much.” Jack breathed out as he confessed truthfully. Jack was open-mouth kissing and licking your neck again as he slowly took off your bra and freed your aching nipples.
His pupils were blown with lust now, and he groaned loudly again as he reached up to palm one of your breasts and sucked the other one into his mouth.
Your knees buckled, but Jack’s strong arms caught you. You were moaning in earnest as you tugged at his hair, feeling his moans vibrating through your chest nearly drove you off the edge already, you could feel your pussy absolutely leaking in anticipation as you pressed your thighs together trying to get some more friction.
Jack let go of you for a moment and knelt in front of you as he peeled the lacy panties off you and kissed your mound as he groaned again.
He looked up at you with big puppy dog eyes and almost whispered in a wrecked voice, “I need you on all fours on the bed.”
All you could do was whimper and blink as you nodded yes and started to move towards the lush king-sized bed you shared.
“I forgot something, I’ll be right back honey, you go ahead and get up on the bed for me.”
You were too excited to really question it, so you got up on the ultra comfortable bed on all fours like he requested and waited for him.
In a moment, Jack returned, dragging one of his comfortable, lightweight leather chairs with him from his office and carrying his favorite decanter of whisky.
You were still in a foggy headspace, anticipating some sweet lovemaking from your husband, so you couldn't quite figure out what he was up to.
As he dragged the chair to about 6 ft from the end of your bed, you finally softly asked, “Jack? Are you coming?”
He turned the chair to face the bed.
Your smile faltered a little, and you sank your front end down onto the bed so your chin was resting on your hand and your ass was a glistening invitation in the air.
Your hips involuntarily bucked a little bit as you took in the fact that Jack was, concerningly, still fully dressed, including his watch and shoes.
You also noticed, as he sunk down into the chair holding the neck of the whisky decanter, that he was wearing a look of grim satisfaction.
He stretched his aching legs out in front of him and took a drink, never taking his intense eyes off you once.
“Um… Jack? I don’t know how long I can stay like this by myself. I really missed you so much last night, babe.” You tried again.
Jack softly blinked at you as he said, “I know, sweetheart. I really missed you all night too.” His voice was rough with genuine emotion.
You adjusted your hips in the air a bit, and Jack tilted his head, admiring the plush curve of your ass, up in the air, waiting just for him.
He was an absolute wreck inside, but was trying to keep it together. He wanted to give in, but not yet. He needed to give you a taste of your own medicine.
“Well…” you had to pause because your pussy was involuntarily clenching around nothing over and over again, and your legs were trembling. “Then why don’t you come over here and enjoy me now that you’re home?”
The muscles in Jack’s jaw jumped.
“Seriously, Jack? What’s going on?” You flexed your calves to disperse some tension. You were starting to get self-conscious up on this big bed by yourself as Jack's unrelenting gaze never left you.
You’d been worked up into such a fervor before, and now the air of the room was cooling you, and goosebumps were breaking out all across your body as you tried to patiently understand why your husband was reluctant to join you.
Jack shifted in his chair and took another drink. The weight of his gaze was heavier by the moment. Your eyes dragged down Jack’s body, and you noticed the sizable hard-on he had straining against his heavy tactical pants.
“Honey, please, please come over to me?” You genuinely pouted.
“No.” Jack said flatly.
“No?”
“No”
“Why??” You practically whined as you gripped the comforter desperately.
Jack finally got a gleam in his eyes, and he leaned forward, forearms resting on his knees, decanter still in hand. “Well, in your texts, you clearly spent all night wanting my attention. For me to look at you. So here I am, I’m looking.” He stated dryly.
You gasped, genuinely gasped like a Victorian lady clutching her pearls. The pieces finally clicked into place. “You’re teasing me. No torturing me!”
Just one of Jack’s eyebrows shot up, and he slowly leaned back in his chair and drank again. “Like what you did to me for twelve. fucking. hours?” He ground out the sentence, and it made a small shudder run down your spine.
He wasn’t being mean, but he definitely wasn’t your normal, sweet, loving, attentive Jack this morning either.
You kind of loved it.
Your pussy clenched again, and you could feel your own slick between your thighs now.
But, you were not going to play this game any longer, maybe you could go sit on his lap?
You started to move to get up, your sensitive nipples dragging across the bed. Jack leaned forward suddenly, “No. I want you to stay just like that on the bed.” His husky voice stated with a graveness you hadn’t heard before.
“Jack, this is ridiculous. You’re being petty.” And you started to get up anyway. He was up out of the chair shockingly fast, gripping the hair at the base of your skull and slowly but firmly pushing your face back down against the mattress.
“I. Said. Stay.” Whispered Jack in your ear as you felt his breath ghost across your face and smelled the whisky he’d been sipping.
It was an order.
You didn’t know Jack when he was in the Army, but you could suddenly see the soldier in your husband for the first time.
An involuntary shudder of pleasure started in your back and rippled up your spine. You were breathing too hard, your fingers clutched the comforter.
“Good girl.” And with that, Jack gave your exposed pussy a hard smack.
The sound practically echoed in the room, and your scream was instant. It didn’t sound like you.
It felt like lightning hit you, going from being so desperate for Jack to touch you at all to having such an explosive pleasure applied so expertly.
You were trembling from head to toe now. You couldn’t decide if you were annoyed, furious, or thrilled - but regardless you could tell your body was definitely intrigued.
Wetter and more desperate than ever now, you stared with glassy eyes at Jack as he took the few steps back to his chair and calmly sat down again.
Your mouth fell open, and you whined, actually whined like a bitch in heat.
“Jackkk” You whimpered. Tears were pricking your eyes, “Please, I need you.” You finished in a whisper. Your hips rocked on their own accord.
Jack was hanging on by one last thread. Seeing you beg had his cock leaking like a faucet and jumping in his pants. He adjusted himself in his chair and subtly ground his cock up into the seam of his pants for a little friction.
He’d been desperate to be buried to the hilt in the warmth of your slick, tight pussy since 6:50 PM last. night. Your cunt milking him over and over as he fully emptied his balls into you.
The gleam returned to his eyes. “Beg for it.” Jack said softly with a wicked grin.
You were too far gone to care about your dignity and started whining and begging like feminism didn’t exist. “Please, please, please Jack! I need you in my pussy sooooo bad.” Tears were falling onto the bed. “Please, can I at least touch myself?” You pouted.
“No.”
“PLEASE?!?”
“I’ll touch you when I’m good and ready. This is an exercise in patience.”
“S’ torture and you’re enjoying it.” You pouted.
“You know you’ve been quite the brat over the last 12 hours. I don’t know if you deserve to be touched.” Jack smirked.
That sent you over the edge. You were rocking your hips and shivering from desperation. You genuinely were crying now as you babbled and begged Jack to fuck you. You buried your face in the sheets and gripped them like your life depended on it.
After a bit he finally decided to have mercy on you (or punish you in a different way, depending on how you looked at it). You didn’t hear Jack set down the crystal decanter on the floor. Or the creak of the leather chair as he got up and stepped to the bed. He silently took his watch off and set it on the dresser. Then, after so much absence, Jack softly traced his fingers down the center of your spine.
You didn’t know it was coming, and your back violently spasmed and bowed in response as a sound escaped you that was somewhere between a cry and a moan. You thrust your hips back and ground them against his hard, still clothed erection.
“Please, please, PLEASE Jack, I’m so sorry for teasing you earlier. I’m literally begging you to fuck me!” You sobbed.
With that, you heard him undo his pants and slide them down his thick thighs. Then you felt his rock-hard cock smack your pussy again from underneath between your legs.
You sobbed harder, praying for relief soon.
Next, you felt the heat of his thick, veiny cock rubbing slowly between your ass cheeks, and you bucked back against him, absolutely desperate for any contact. Finally, Jack grabbed your hip firmly with one hand to steady you and notched his large head against your tight, slick entrance.
You held your breath in anticipation as your entire body was trembling, pussy leaking when Jack suddenly thrusts into you to the hilt and ground his hips back and forth against you.
The scream you let out probably made the neighbors contemplate calling the police.
Jack grabbed your other hip now too, and just… held you there against himself with his balls pushed all the way up against your clit as he shuffled his feet a little bit and continued to keep you ground against him.
You finally heard him let out a desperate growl as your pussy squeezed his thick cock over and over again.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Can you do one more thing for me, baby?” Jack gasped as he wove his fingers in your hair and pulled your head back making, your back arch.
“Y-yes, whatever you want!” You practically wailed. You couldn’t stop your walls from fluttering around him.
He leaned down as close as he could get to your ear again and roughly said, “Call me Daddy.” Your eyes grew big and then rolled back. He was really doing everything he could to take you apart.
With a trembling voice and body, you finally gave in and begged, “Will. You. PLEASE fuck me, Daddy?”
With that, Jack pistoned his entire length hard into you once.
Paused.
Then again.
“Fuck, yes” You moaned. And it was like a damn suddenly broke loose. Jack held your hips tightly and pounded your pussy until moans and crying bled into one another, and all you knew was that your swollen neglected pussy finally felt blessedly FULL.
Jacks head wasn’t just kissing your cervix, it was pounding on the door. You quickly fell over the edge with your first orgasm as electricity crackled through your body, and your vision went briefly white as Jack kept pounding away.
He pulled your head up by your hair from where you’d buried it in the mattress, “Let me hear you, sweetheart.” Jack said
Jack was breathing hard, blinking fast a couple times as he worked to hold back his orgasm as he rode you hard. He briefly glanced down to watch his cock splitting your pretty pussy open over and over as your cream was gathering at his base and started dripping down his balls.
You wanted his attention? He was going to give you his full attention.
You were clawing at the sheets as he kept fucking you like he wanted to fit everything he had in your womb. You were slowly being pushed across the bed by his rough thrusts. Jack was all your body knew as he leaned forward and slid one hand down to massage and gently pinch your clit.
White-hot heat shot through you again as you grunted and cried and moaned Jack’s name like a mantra.
You were boneless after two earth-shattering orgasms and were just being fucked like a rag doll. “Jack” you pleaded his name even though you didn’t quite know what you were pleading for.
Jack knocked you gently down to a prone position on the bed as he climbed up on it with you now and continued to fuck you until you were cock-drunk.
Your pussy was still gripping his aching cock over and over again, trying to pull his orgasm out of him.
You gathered a little strength and slid your hand between your legs. “Please cum in me, Jack? Please fill me up? I want you to still be leaking out of me while you’re gone tomorrow night.” Your pleading was punctuated with gasps and moans as he continued his methodical work.
“Please cum, baby” Nothing. Just the rhythm of his thrusts.
“Please cum in me, Daddy?” You begged again as the hand already between your legs reached a little further and firmly gripped his balls.
Bingo
Jack hadn’t known exactly what he’d been looking for, but apparently his body knew. He came hard with a series of gasps and grunts and moans.
An explosion of warmth bloomed in your stomach as you felt his hips stutter and his cock twitch - his cum filling you to overflowing and leaking out around himself. He continued to fuck you with little grunts and sighs, trying to push all that cum deep in your womb. And your pussy continued to milk his balls dry.
After, Jack collapsed against you and kissed your shoulder. He left his cock in you, keeping all his cum inside you for as long as possible. He felt a gentle tremble pass through you every couple minutes, and you whimpered softly.
“Are you okay?” Jack asked softly. He realized that he’d kind of pushed you into a sub-space and he intended to take care of the aftermath. He kept softly rubbing your arm and breathing against your neck. Grounding you and loving on you gently.
Your regular Jack was back, but with a new, interesting facet that you didn’t know existed before this morning. Your breathing was finally coming back to normal, and you smiled softly as you were pressed gently between your husband and the pillow.
Your eyes were starting to feel too heavy and were drifting shut, but you managed a soft, “ yeah… I’m the best I’ve ever been.”
You weren’t sure if the wet spot on the pillow beneath you was from tears or drool. Probably both.
“Jack… there’s brownies in the kitchen.” You mumbled. “I know, thank you so much, baby.” Jack said into your skin.
He wrapped your limp body tight in his thick arms, and you melted into him. You didn’t know where your body ended and his began.
