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After about an hour of sitting, growing restless you place Alice in the seat and head up to check if Jack was even working this evening. Trying not to be annoying you just ask to check if he was working and if at all possible could you let him know you're here, giving them your name and Alice's. The clerk working giving you a polite but stern answer, gesturing for you to head back to your seat. Almost as if it was on cue, the ER door beeps open, with Jack shouldering the door fully open, eyes sweeping chairs looking for you and Alice. His stern appearance instantly softening as soon as he lays his eyes on the pair of you sitting in the over packed chairs. "Hey bug" he smiles at Alice as he crouches down to her level, head tilting up to you in a silent hello. Alice points at her leg, fresh tears brimming her eyes as she tells Jack all about what happened. Jack apologies, that he'd gotten stuck on a case so had only just seen your text, but you just shake your head letting him know that it was truly fine, that you really didn't mind. Swiftly ushering you in past triage, Jack takes Alice out of your arms and pops her down onto the bed, he bends down to her level, explaining to her that "I teach other doctors to be really good at their jobs like me ok? Can I bring some in here to help me look at your leg?" and with confirmation from you he steps out calling out to doctors to join him in central five.

As one of the doctor's, you think is called Dr.Henderson, starts the basic examination, calling out answers to Jack's questions the room falls into a steady rhythm. You know this is above needing a doctor like Jack in the room, but he still stands there at the head of the bed as Alice babbles away about her latest pre-k gossip to Jake, all about the kids he's heard about from his niece. Jack laughs at the dramatics of her story about how some punk, as Jack puts it, stole her favourite yellow crayon in class just yesterday, a widely over exaggerated huff as she crosses her arms, cuddling her teddy even tighter. They chat away, like old friends trading stories, as Jack expertly distracts her from the examination going on. Henderson seems to take in the conversation with a level of confusion, unsure how you all know each other, surely the rumour mill of the the Pitt wouldn't have left out that he had a secret child or something as monumental as that. The residents finish up their examination, letting you know it probably is a brake but need an x-ray to confirm. Jack asks for it to be ordered, with the stipulation that it's a VIP patient so see if they can get it bumped up.

You thank the doctors in the room and turn to Jack "seriously Jack, thank you, you're a live saver" and Alice pipes up from the bed "yeah thank you Jack! I love you!" to which you cannot help but smile at her affection for him. Jack just touches your arm giving you a soft squeeze "for you two? any time, just glad she got seen to quick-ish. Can't leave a princess like that waiting". You laugh heartily at his joke, giving him a jovial shove as you stand up to check on your daughter, pulling her into a tight hug. You can see Jack's fellow doctors stare and conspire between them, trying to figure out just who you are. You knew Jack was a pretty private man, so it doesn't surprise you fully how much or little his co-workers would know about him. Hell, apart from knowing he worked here, that he had a prosthetic leg and that he was a widower, you knew next to nothing about his personal life.

As the doctor's head out, one of them bites the bullet and asks Jack "how'd you know the little charmer in central five" to which he replies plainly "Alice? Her Mom is a friend of my sister". You tut overhearing that, a friend of his sister's was a bit of an understatement, Mary was basically your best friend, becoming as inseparable two grown women who were mothers can be in this day and age, seen as your kids were the best of friends. You'd met Jack at a birthday party for his niece, running over over to him to pull Alice away from him and apologising profusely for Alice's less than polite staring at his leg, and the rest was history. Whenever you were over at his sisters for a playdates with your daughter, Jack was calling by. He'd always stop off to see his favourite niece and as she was nearly always there, Alice, he'd eat the imaginary afternoon tea or fell easily into their pranks, causing the girls to fall into fits of laughter. Jack quickly became a staple of your Saturday afternoon rituals of playdates and coffee, always staying for a cup to have a check in with his sister. He never overstayed his welcome in the sacred space that was your Mom weekly catch up, but Jack always put in the effort to learn about you and Alice. And you couldn't lie to yourself, it was attractive, how much he took interest in you and your daughter's lives as an extension of his sisters.

There were times that seeing him interact with Alice made your heart skip, his willingness to entertain her even though he had zero obligation to do so. You and Mary had talked about you getting back out there, but in all honesty, you knew it wasn't a priority, telling her just as much that "I have Alice to focus on, I have my work, m' not going to just let anyone into our lives, y'know, I can't expect some random man to just slot in and be dependable and what I want." sipping your coffee you looked out into the garden, to see the girls hopping off the swing set, running over to Jack who was just arriving, slipping in the back garden gate to see the girls first. He looked good as always, kneeling down to welcome the girls into a big bear hug. You could feel Mary's eyes on you from a mile away, turning back to look at her, with one eyebrow raise, looking scarily like her brother, she held her coffee cup up to her mouth, half hiding a smirk as she sipped, embarrassment had creeped up your neck as you rolled your eyes, switching the conversation away from your dating life and far away from Jack Abbot.

With an x-ray confirming the break, you wait for a doctor to come back to start applying the cast and send you on your way. Alice starts to wine on the bed, fustriated and tired with the whole ordeal, you make the expert decision that snacks are the only remedy for the situation. Heading out to the vending machine to grab you both a snack you pass by central and cannot help but over hear that you might be the centre of tonight's gossip in the Pitt. Dr. Henderson is leaning over the counter talking to Ellis and Shen hushed tones of "I don't know man, Abbot and the Mom in central five have got to have some history" "Abbot has game, who would have thought, she;s gorgeous" and "I don't know about you guys but if he got loved up again it might get him off our ass's a bit". A heat rushes to your face, you pretend you don't hear as you walk buy, extra focused on getting a bag of chips and a chocolate bar, the vending machine being extra interesting as Jack calls his team to task.

Back at central five, Jack reappears with Henderson by his side, ready to apply the cast. Asking Alice where you are she sweetly lets him know where you're gone, smiling up at him excitedly telling him that you're buying her a treat. Pulling over a swivel stool, Jack sits at the head of the bed, chatting again to Alice while they wait for you to come back. Jack knows Alice loves him, he also knows you're wary of how attached she can get to people in your lives. So he makes extra effort to make sure Alice isn't scared, offering to answer any or all of the questions she might have, not knowing what a can of worms he was opening. Sitting beside Alice, he lets Henderson take the lead on prepping for the cast. Full of questions, like any other five-year-old, Alice looks to Jack for reassurance questions fall from her mouth at lighting speed

"Jack does this mean I can't play soccer ever again"

"No bug, just for a while, you'll be back playing in no time, just gotta be careful"

"Jack, can I play catch?"

"Not right now Alice, but you can play loads of other games, y' can still make afternoon tea, know that's your favourite"

Alice smiles enthusiastically, looking towards Henderson, she asks questions about what he's doing with all sincerity, she asks questions about what he was doing with the plaster, why does he need scissors, what colour can he make the cast, every detail of the setting and cast building process she has covered. Jack looks quickly at his watch, wondering just where you'd gotten to, waiting for your consent to start on putting Alice in a cast. A minute of silence passes, as Alice looks intently at Jack as if she is really trying to understand something profound, studying his micro expressions, she sits up slightly in the bed as if she's about to impart some profound wisdom onto him. Letting out a huff she turns to face his directly asking "Jack, Mommy called you a fox or something when she was talkin' to Mary, what does that mean?". Henderson chokes back a laugh in surprise of your daughters confession, staring over at Jack, the pure amusement on his face thinly veiled by professionalism.

Jack just stares back at Alice, a laugh escaping him before he can really recalibrate and process what she'd just said. Alice just stares back awaiting his answer, Jack laughs again before answering as impartially as he can "oh bug, I don't know if you should be listening to their conversations" but Alice is insistent, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms "but what does it mean". Staring over at Henderson, Jack shoots him a clear non-verbal look of if this spreads to outside this room you are dead before he answers her "ah, I guess it kinda means she thinks I'm handsome, which is very kind of your Mom to say, she's very pretty too, but don't be goin' around calling people that ok, bug?". Alice hums in response, seemingly satisfied with his answer before settling back down on the bed. Jack stares at the ceiling, embarrassment flooding through his body, secretly willing for you to return as soon as you can to change the subject and give Henderson a reason to wipe his less than professional smirk off of his face. But one look over and the pair of them are laughing, Alice laughing in tow without really knowing why.

Returning back to central five, you pull back the curtain and to see a scene of Alice, Jack and Henderson laughing together, as if the pain in her leg doesn't exist at all. As you come back into the room, the laugher puts you at ease, any worry you had about this being a bad experience for Alice leaves your body. Laughing lightly at them you join back in on the conversation "what's so funny in here". Before Henderson or Jack can do some damage control Alice pipes up from the bed, hiding her face behind her fluffy teddy she's been holding onto for dear life "Mommy! Mommy! Jack said you were pretty!" and with that she falls apart into another fit of laughter, Jack staring at the ceiling muttering "jesus christ". You stare over at Jack, head flicking to the side lips curling upwards in a barely there smirk "really?" without missing a beat, Jack fires back, full of amusement "missing a lot of context there kid". Henderson, like an angel sent from heaven, promptly suggest that you all should get the show on the road and get this little girl into a cast so she can get her home to bed as she yawns slipping further down the hospital bed.

Alice's leg is freshly adorned with a bright pink cast, hobbling out of the ER room on her crutches, Jack insisting on walking the pair out to your car, of course it was all part of the VIP Pitt visit package. As you strap Alice into her car seat, Jack leans against the car arms crossed as he checks that you have everything you need insisting that you text him whenever if you have any questions. Closing the car door, you turn to Jack "thank you Jack, really, I was so worried her first visit to hospital would scare her but" he cuts you off shaking his head, smiling "It's nothin' seriously, just make sure to mention the silver fox doctor in your evaluation form ok?" Jack hits you with this, shit eating grin plastered across his face. Warmth completely reddening your face, you practically spit out the water you were drinking eyes wide and voice laced with panic "what - why the fuck would you say that?". Jack chuckles, head tilting upwards, staring down at you clearly trying to decide wether he should leave you squirming in the discomfort for the fun of it or put you out of your misery "let's just say, Alice hears everything".

Standing at the side of your car, your rendered speechless, throwing your hands up to your face, letting out a groan. "Don't worry sweetheart, I found it endearing, don't love that you're telling my sister that I'm a silver fox, but endearing all the same", you peak out from behind your hands, mumbling "look, there's context missing from that conversation -" you're cut off by Jack placing a hand on your shoulder, "it's ok sweetheart, if it makes it any better, Alice wasn't lying, I do think you're gorgeous" unable to hold back a smart response "she said pretty, not gorgeous". Jack lets out a gruff "semantics" before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on your cheek. The sensation of his lips against your skin feels like fireworks all around your body, feeling like for the first time in a long time that things actually make sense. Ever aware of your daughter in the car, you lean into him giving Jack a tight hug, trying to play off the weight the relatively innocent kiss holds.

Before you can fully make up your mind on how you feel about this all, you're torn away from your thoughts, a little fit of giggles surfacing from inside the car. You and Jack laugh into each other's shoulders, you pull back reluctantly, coyness flooding your body as you look at him "thank you Jack, I'll urm, text you?" smiling down at you Jack leans against the car once more, caging you in slightly against it, a deep sigh slipping from him "Oh I'll be waitin'". And with that, you cross around the back of your car, with Jack holding open your car door you slip in; Jack cranes his neck into the car looking towards Alice in the back waving to her "bye bug, nice to see you" she waves and tells him goodbye mid-yawn. Pulling him head out of the car, Jack stands holding the door ajar, a tilt of his head and a brow raised he looks at you intensely "like I said, I'll be waitin'", shaking your head and a murmur of for sure later, you pull the door close, buckle your seat belt and click on the engine. Looking in the mirror to reverse you catch Alice's eyes as she smirks at you, you cut her off before she can comment "not one word out of you missy" but you know there's no threat behind the words as you smile back at her. Driving away, smiling to yourself, you think about the fact that this might have been the best hospital visit ever.

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“oh honey, i don’t know if i have it in me tonight.” 

and you just pout at him, dragging him from the dimly lit doorway to the middle of the sidewalk, arms wrapped together holding hands you pull away melodramatically 

“really honey, not tonight - not when I look like this?” 

your free arm flailing by your side, showing off your dress you picked for today, giving Jack the perfect level of teasing and begging that makes him cave so, so quickly. As he pulls you back into his side gruffling as another couple passes you by smiling politely at the scene, Jack turns to you 

“you really think putting on a show like this iis going to get me to give in to you?” 

and you giggle, batting your eyelashes up at him 

“please baby, we’ve been having such a good night”. 

At this point the whiskey and wine is stirring up a warmth between your legs, making you both bold in the golden streetlight. Jack grabs your waist, letting his hand wander down towards the bottom of your ass, groping slightly as he pulls you towards the uber pickup point, murmuring, 

“oh honey, yes we have, but maybe we call it a night here, hm?” 

and the grin he flashes at you makes the warmth between your legs grow. As you wait for the uber to arrive, 3 minutes have never felt so long, swaying side to side you whimper leaning into his touch silently begging him to let his middle and ring finger push into your hip as he holds your side. But he is persistent on keeping up the act, humming away as if he isn’t listening to you, looking at the uber map. And when the uber arrives and you climb in first he can’t help but look at the way you dress rides up, knowing he has no intention of holding out on you when you get home. As Jack sits in beside you, niceties to the driver aside, he lays a firm grip on your thigh, whispers while looking forward, not an inch towards you 

“maybe I’ll think about continuing our night when we get home baby”

and it takes every ounce of your strength to not moan out loud there and then. God, this man sure knows how to work a woman up. 

Or when you are staring up at Jack, wetness pooling in your panties, waiting for him to make a move. You see, you can’t make a move for yourself, Jack has your arms pinned above your head with one hand as his other one roams the sheets around you, smoothing them out, occasionally touching the side of your hips or calves. He acts as if you aren’t there under him, tutting any time your hips grind the air looking for some relief. This has been going on for 15 minutes, and you have no idea how he has such restraint. Jack acts as if there is nothing a-miss in this scene, it seems to him that if someone walked in right now they would wonder why he was smoothing out the sheets with such determination.

“What's wrong baby, hm? You seem a little worked up down there.”

All you can do is whine, feet flattened on the bed to arch up higher, desperate to gain some kind of contact with Jack, and all he can do is smirk and laugh that filthy grovely laugh in response. His free hand starts to inch up your legs, flattening each down one at a time. Goose bumps rise in the wake of Jack’s touch, it runs up your legs, expertly teasing the sensitive insides of your thighs with the pads of his fingers gripping slightly before moving up to your hips. You hiss as he ignores your panties and core, hips grinding his as he lowers himself down on top of you, lips ghosting your hardened nipples. 

“Jackie, please, ugh i ne-”

You moan into his touch, lips finally making contact with you nipple, his hand tightening its grip around your wrists above your head, his other grabbing your breast, hard. He relishes in your moans, relishes in how little it takes to work you up. You feel the hardness of him inbetween your legs, feverish with desire you try and use your leg to hook around his prosthetic for some kind of leverage, but he lifts off your tit with a pop and lets go of your other smirking with a level of cockiness only he can pull off. As his hand reaches down to push your leg off his, 

“What's that my sweet girl? you're so needy today, what is it that you need, hm? Tell me baby”

Thoughts are barely reaching your lips, you moan again rolling your hips against his, eliciting a deep groan from him, but Jack’s impatience reaches its limit. He pulls off you completely, adjusting his stance to kneeling at the edge of the bed he stares at you. 

“What am I going to do with my sweet girl” 

He goes to stand off the bed, a faux annoyance washing over him, you keen desperately for him realising your mistake in not begging him to touch you. You flip yourself onto your stomach and crawl up the bed, your face resting on his thigh hand reaching for the top of his boxers. 

“Baby m’sorry, please, please, touch me, I need you”

Now craning your head up to look and meet his darkened gaze, he smiles down at you. One hand reaching down to lift you off his leg and unclasp his prosthetic, once off, he pulls you up for a bruising kiss and pushes you back down onto the sheets. Taking his sweet time Jack relishes the heat radiating off your skin. Mouth crawling all over your skin peppering kisses and light sucking on the sensitive patches of skin under your Jaw, your side and your hips you breath another desperate “please” and with one last laugh against your skin Jack pulls your panties, now visibly damp to the side and gets to work with one long languid lick up your cunt. 

“Oh my baby, I think you taste so much better when you beg” 

With that he drives you mad and your hips buck into his mouth, two firm hands grip you and hold you to the sheets. You are his baby girl, and you do think you probably taste so much better after being worked up for so long. 

Even if it is him teasing you in the living room, sitting together on a rare shared day off, lazily half paying attention to the boring nature documentary Jack insisted on watching. You go to reach for the tv remote resting on Jack’s lap, frustrated that he wants to watch something so mundane like migrationary birds, when you could be cuddled up watching a rom-com or at very least a thriller that has you pushing your head into his biceps. But no, Jack has caught on too quickly, snapping his attention from the tv to grab the remote from his lap and dangle it away from you. He laughs heartily, staring cockily at you,  holding the tv remote just out of your reach taunting you.

“nuh-huh, not giving it to you until you say please!” 

and he just loves the way your eyes light up laughing, reaching over him to try swipe it out of his hands. He pulls back even further, back stretched fully against the couch, creating as much distance as he can between your hands and his. He chuckles, changing the channel again to another nature documentary, and turns to you groaning, hopping onto your knees to gain a better vantage point. Jack just laughs some more, a murmur of nu-uh’s running out of his mouth, staring over at you. It’s a 50/50 chance that this ends up with you pinned writing under him, but this time it doesn’t. You wriggle your ass in your sweats as you lean over his lap, trying to distract him as you reach for the remote in his hands, but it's no use. His eye is still on the prize, eyebrows raised and you huff and he laughs as he lands a harsh slap on your ass, 

“no way sweetcheeks, still need to say please!” 

you give in letting out a yelp and a laugh, throwing your head back to look back at him, a slight arch in your back to try win him over once more 

“ok, ok! Pleeease give it to me Jack!” 

Big eyes over your shoulder, hair half covering your face you reach up towards his hand. Jack laughs letting you take the remote and grabbing your hips to pull you back over to where you were sitting. As you settle back in, after a fit of laughing, he leans down and whispers in your ear as if your in a crowded room as if the empty room was too innocent to hear what he wants to say to you 

“don’t you think for one second i didn’t see what you were trying to do baby - you are trouble”. 

You stare back up at him, eyes wide and bright with a devilish grin

“I have no idea what you are talking about baby” 

and you snuggle back into him, paying extra attention on sticking your legs out and over his lap and squeezing your thighs together in his full view. Two can play this teasing game; and yes you are trouble, dressed in his old t-shirt and a pair of loose sweats, but you are his favourite kind of trouble.

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