#everythinglikeaneverythingbagel

our new “everything”

pairing: jack abbot x reader

content: jack and reader have an age gap | unplanned pregnancy | mention of one night stand | buncha fluffy-fluff

🟡 author’s note: wow i’ve missed writing so much!!! work has been hectic as hell, but the fourth of july finally gave me a much needed break to reset and write

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nothing felt better than waking from a good night’s rest, with clean, soft covers draped over your body as the early morning sunlight wafted through the curtains of your bedroom. you could hear your husband out in the kitchen, the soft clanking of pots and pans a sign that he was preparing breakfast for you.

your meeting with jack was nothing short of unconventional. just a little over a year ago, you were nestled at a cramped but charming bar with your friends. it was one that had multicolored string lights wrapped around the pillars all-year-round, and tattered posters that had been permanently plastered to the walls.

thinking back to that time, you recalled how you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the handsome, older man sitting alone in the corner. you noticed the exhausted, but collected, expression he wore, and how he had his prosthetic leg off, casually propped on the empty seat next to him.

the rest of your night was spent staring at jack, up until one of your friends gave you a nudge to talk to him.

you remembered how you approached him with a shy greeting, making sure that your company wouldn’t be an intrusion. he offered you an easy smile in return, moving to reattach his prosthetic as you took the seat next to him.

the two of you briefly shared details about yourselves, a polite exchange before he suggested to head back to his place.

it was a lengthy, heated night spent in his bedroom. you’d never felt so pleased and desired, especially when comparing his performance to the guys your age.

you had made the decision to wake up early the following morning, giving him a brief kiss on the cheek as a goodbye, thinking that was all there was to your unforgettable one night stand. oh, how wrong you were.

the month after, your period was late. you remembered your friends teased you and joked about the chance you could be pregnant. you laughed it off at the time, waiting another week to see if your period would come—only it didn’t.

which led you to head to the local pharmacy next to your apartment, buying three different pregnancy tests to be sure. in your mind, you were already half-convinced that you simply missed your period for the month. after all, your cycles had been irregular every now and then. but it wouldn’t hurt to just be safe and check.

you dipped all three tests in your urine and left them on the counter before heading back out to the kitchen to toast your homemade bagels. you hummed happily as you assembled your bagel sandwich, plating it all nice and neat, before digging in.

you only remembered the pregnancy tests after you finished your at-home brunch. you dusted off your hands, giggling to yourself at your ridiculous predicament as you headed back into your bathroom. you were positive that there was absolutely no way there was a baby in your tummy.

you peered down at the sticks, your laughing coming to an abrupt silence as they all read the same result: pregnant.

“oh, fuck.”

you didn’t have a history of many sexual partners. in fact, you didn’t have sex that often at all. you recognized that there was only one explanation, or rather—one man—who could’ve contributed to your… condition. and that man was jack abbot.

you were lucky enough to remember where jack’s house was situated. your feet felt as though they weighed a ton, and your stomach churned, and twisted, and tied itself into knots as you trudged up his driveway.

you knocked on the door a few times, your eyes immediately tearing up at the sight of jack opening the front door.

“hey—woah, what’s wrong?” he asked, his hands easing you into the foyer.

his hair was mussed, and the prosthetic you saw him with last time was currently replaced by a hands-free crutch.

you recalled how he had mentioned he typically worked night shifts in the emergency department as a physician. a small part of you felt guilty for disturbing him, but the larger part of you was already crumbling under his gaze.

“i’m pregnant,” you croaked out, before erupting into a mess of tears and snot, your face slumping against his chest.

jack stiffened for only a second, before one of his hands gently cradled the back of your head, while the other rubbed your back.

“hey, shh… it’s okay. i’ve got you. everything’s alright. we’ll figure this out, hm?” he soothed, his voice low and steady.

after your breakdown, the two of you had an extensive conversation on the next steps to take. you were slightly unsettled by how calm jack was after the news, but endlessly grateful for his support once the two of you agreed to keep the baby.

the next couple months were a monstrous whirlwind of joy, fear, love, and frustration.

navigating your pregnancy was no easy task. it only got more exhausting after your parents found out and sprung an impromptu wedding ceremony on you and jack (which is a story for another day).

but through it all, jack remained a bright lighthouse through the turbulent storm, and by the time you neared the end of your pregnancy, you had happily adjusted into your new life.

and now, as you headed out of your shared bedroom with your husband, you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your three-month old baby napping in the living room bassinet just a couple feet away from jack who was bustling around the kitchen.

“morning,” you greeted, giving his ass a playful pat.

“morning, sweetheart,” he replied, turning to plant a quick kiss on your forehead.

“thought i’d try making bagels from scratch,” he shared, nodding at the tray of dough that was laid out across the kitchen counter.

you laughed softly, reminded of the last time you had homemade bagels.

“mmm, looks good,” you praised, leaning against the counter as he filled you in on the different flavors he prepared.