#jackdawkins

She was lying in Jack's bed with him, fast asleep, stitches curling up between their two warm bodies. Y/n's hair was pinned up in a bun, a soft cotton slip covering her body, but made no attempt to hide that her nipples were hard and slightly poking out the cotton.

"Uh… Y/n… is there a reason you're in my bed right now?" he asked, slightly stumbling over his words.

"Ummmm… Hummm?" She grumbled, clearly not having really been listening.

"How did you get into my room in the first place?"

"Humm… The door was unlocked." She yawned, "Lillian brought a boy back, so I came to stay with you."

"I'm gonna have to start locking that," he mumbled, "Well… it looks like we're both awake now, can I at least ask how long you've been in here for?"

"I didn't see the clock." She yawned again,

"You're not very helpful, are you…"

"Ummm shush." She dismissed, shifting a little to lay her head against his chest, cradling stitches in her arms.

He swallowed quietly and brought up a hand to play with one of her loose curls of hair. "You're both clingy this morning."

"ummm…" She mumbled, not really listening or at least ignoring him.

Jack continued fiddling with the stray curl of her hair, gently pulling at it and wrapping it around his finger before letting it loose and repeating. "You're lucky you're so cute…" he mumbled.

"It is my greatest skill." She smiled,

Jack let out a soft laugh, "So besides having the skill of cuteness, what other skills do you have?" he asked slightly in jest,

"I make good pie." She joked, curling up a little closer.

Jack chuckled, moving the hand that was playing with her hair to wrap his other arm around her, pulling her closer so she could fully rest on his chest. "Is that the only thing you can make?"

"… I can also make soup. But everyone can make soup."

"Guess you got me there." Jack continued to run his hand over her shoulder, his thumb rubbing soft circles over the smooth skin. His other hand rested on her waist, holding her to keep her as close to him as possible. "You seem extra cuddly today."

"You are good at cuddles"

"I'm very good at cuddles," Jack smirked, "I may be biased, but I could say you're pretty good at cuddling aswell."

"You think so?" Y/n asked as stitches came to curl between them, "I think stitches likes our cuddles too"

Jack let out a soft laugh, "Stitches likes everyone's cuddles. As long as it involves contact or food, stitches is fine with it."

Y/n nodded, rubbing her nose on Jack's bare sternum as if she was trying to burrow her way into his ribcage.

"You're even more clingy than stitches," he teased.

"You're so soft, and warm, and snuggly, I just wanna… Open you up and climb inside all snug as a bug." She mumbled.

Jack was both slightly terrified and oddly flattered by Y/n's statement. He felt the same though at the moment at least, he wouldn't mind her being inside him at all. "You could try to climb in," he joked as his hands moved to her ass, his fingers squeezing faintly at the flesh. "I'd let you stay in there all day."

"Can't… My nose is not strong enough. To get through," She playfully whined. "Fetch me a scalpel." She giggled. "Then I can just cut you right down the front and crawl inside, curl up in your ribcage all snuggled by bones."

"No way I'm giving you a scalpel," he said, "You'll only cut yourself." he squeezed her ass again, "And I'm liking your current form too much to let anything happen to it." he grinned.

Y/n giggled,

"You seem to be more and more comfortable with me getting handsy," he joked, his fingers continuing to grip her ass as he pressed his hips up a bit against her.

She nodded, her cheeks turning a little red as she moved to nuzzle a little closer, rubbing her cheek against his pectoral and her nose against his collar bone, "I'm sure your hands get bored of just cuddles… They can go where they like." She whispered,

His hands gripped her ass a bit tighter as she nuzzled into his chest. "Well, my hands are enjoying themselves very much," he cooed, pressing his hips up against her again, this time more obviously and more forceful. "And they'd like to go lower if they could."

"To where?"

Jack slid his hands a bit lower, his fingers moving from the curve of her ass down to the hem of the slip. "I have some new places I'd like to feel."

"Such as, doctor Dawkins?" She asked innocently.

"Well… to name a few, your thighs, and legs, and hips, and stomach, and-"

"and?"

"And higher."

Y/n giggled innocently, almost squirming against him in excitement. "maybe… For a price."

Jack raised an eyebrow, a smirk still on his face. "A price? And what exactly would this price be?"

"Well… Since I cannot nuzzle inside you as deeply as I wish. I would like some kisses as replacement for my disappointment."

"And where would you like your kisses to be placed," he murmured, still smirking as his hand on her thigh inched higher up her leg.

"On my head is fine." She cooed,

"Head kisses, got it." he replied, pressing a light kiss to her forehead. "Anywhere else."

she shook her head,

"I hope you realize just how adorable you are," he murmured, still pressing gentle kisses over her forehead and down to her nose. "It's honestly sickening how cute you are," he joked lightly, giving her nose a light little kiss as he spoke.

She giggled and blushed softly, whining in slight disappointment when stitches the cat crawled away from Jack and Y/n, the cat obviously knowing more then just cuddles was going on and didn't want to be part of it.

"You really are the most adorable woman I've met," he murmured, pressing another light kiss to her nose and slapping her ass,

Y/n yelped and giggled a little, unable to help a little jolt.

A smirk tugged at Jack's lips, "You reacted a lot more than I was expecting." his fingers moved to the round of her ass and squeezed again before running his hand over her bare skin. "It's almost like your not use to being spanked often."

She blushed and shook her head. "No… I'm a good little girl."

His smirk widened, and he chuckled. "Oh I'm sure you are," he replied, bringing up his free hand to cradle her head, his fingers running through her soft hair. "But even good little girls are occasionally put over my knee and spanked."

She pouted and shook her head,

"You don't think so? You think your entirely exempt from ever getting a spanking."

"I haven't been naughty." She whimpered,

"You haven't been naughty at all?" he asked, bringing his hand down to give her ass a light pat.

She shook her head,

"I have a hard time believing that, darling," he replied, giving her ass a slightly harder slap. “Given you just moments ago, talked about cutting me open to climb inside.”

Y/n whined and whimpered, kicking her feet a little from the hard slap,

Jack's mind couldn't help going back to his examination of her earlier today. Unable to remove the memory of that goddamn body! Her skin was so smooth, like silk under his callus fingers, “Fuck,” Jack whispered to himself, his eyes closed as if trying to relive the moment. He could almost feel her warmth beneath his fingers, the gentle curve of her spine, the softness of her breasts. His cock twitched involuntarily, straining against the confines of his sheets. The memory sent a shiver down his spine, and he felt his hands begin to tremble with desire.

His gaze drifted towards the bedside table, where a small notebook lay open, its pages filled with scribbled notes and sketches of Y/n's anatomy. He picked it up, running his thumb over the rough edges of the paper, feeling a sense of unease wash over him. The drawings seemed to blur together, becoming less about medical observation and more about… fascination.

He tossed the book away trying not to think about it. But he knew he couldn't sleep like this. He tossed and turned for a good hour before giving up and humouring his stupid body. Letting his hand move down to stroke his cock. As his fingers wrapped around his erection, Jack's eyes snapped shut, and he let out a low groan. He began to stroke himself slowly, the sensation building in intensity with each passing moment.

“Y/n,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. He imagined her lying beside him, her curves pressed against his own, their bodies entwined in a tangled mess of sheets and sweat, that Y/n's hands were on him, stroking him with a tender touch that sent shivers down his spine. “Touch me,” he murmured, his hand moving faster now, driven by a primal urge to release.

His imagination ran wild, conjuring images of Y/n's lips wrapping around his cock, her tongue tracing the length of him as she sucked. He felt a wave of pleasure crash over him, and his hips jerked upward, seeking more. “Oh God,” he breathed, his hand moving faster still as he chased the high. In his fantasy, Y/n was on top of him now, her legs spread wide as she rode him with a fierce abandon. He felt himself slipping deeper inside her, losing control as she moaned and writhed above him.

Suddenly, Jack's eyes flew open, and he sat bolt upright in bed, his chest heaving with exertion. Sweat dripped from his brow, and his heart pounded in his ears like a drum. For a moment, he just sat there, frozen in shock. He could feel his cock throbbing in his hand as much as he didn't want to keep fantasizing about his patient like this... He couldn't help it laying back down and squirming in his sheets as he rubbed faster, His eyes rolled back in his head as he let out a low, guttural moan. He was lost in the fantasy now, completely consumed by the image of Y/n's face contorted in pleasure as she rode him.

“Faster,” he whispered to himself, his hand moving quicker and quicker as he chased the orgasm. He pictured her nails digging into his shoulders, her teeth sinking into his neck as she bit down on him. The pain mixed with the pleasure, sending shivers down his spine. "oh fuck- Y/n... Ugh yes! Yes! Take me, darling! I'm yours... Ughh!" He moaned getting close in his imagination she kissed him, rode him with reckless abandon, and let him play with her breasts "ughh yes! I'm- I'm gonna cum-" His body tensed up, his muscles locking in place as he strained towards the release. He felt himself hurtling towards the edge, his senses blurring together in a kaleidoscope of pleasure and desire. “Yes!” he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls as he came hard, his seed spilling onto his stomach in a hot, sticky rush.

For a moment, he just lay there, panting and trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. His mind was reeling, his body still buzzing with the aftermath of his climax. When he finally managed to catch his breath, Jack's eyes fluttered open, and he gazed blankly at the ceiling, feeling a mix of shame and guilt wash over him. Full of post-orgasmic shame for what he did but he couldn't help it. He cleaned himself up shamefully and tossed the tissues away and looked down at his cock "You good now? Can I sleep?" He muttered

He laid there for a moment, staring down at his still-hard cock with a mixture of disgust and self-loathing. He pulled the covers up to his chin and closed his eyes, trying to shake off the lingering sense of guilt and shame. But as he lay there, he couldn't shake the feeling that he'd crossed a line, that something fundamental had shifted inside him. And it wasn't just because of the physical act itself it was the fact that he'd allowed himself to indulge in such vivid fantasies about a patient, someone who trusted him with her health and well-being.

“You're sick, perverted little man.” he whispered to himself, But even that didn't bring him comfort this time.

He tried to sleep but once more found himself struggling. But he pulled down his spare pillow and shamefully wrapped his arms around it cuddling the pillow as if he had Y/n beside him and immediately he sighed and felt cosy enough to sleep. The softness of the fabric and the gentle give of the pillowcase seemed to mimic the contours of her body, and Jack felt a pang of longing wash over him. As he held the pillow, he began to drift off to sleep, lulled by the familiar scent of fresh laundry and the comforting weight of the pillow in his arms. All that mattered was the feeling of closeness, of connection, that he got from holding onto this makeshift substitute for Y/n. As his eyelids grew heavy, Jack's grip on the pillow tightened, and he whispered softly into its folds “My love…”

He slept fitfully, his dreams filled with visions of Y/n's smile and the soft touch of her skin. Every so often, he'd wake up with a start, his heart racing and his sheets tangled around him. But each time, he'd settle back into his makeshift cuddle, wrapping himself tighter in the blankets and drifting off once more into the realm of make-believe. As the hours ticked by, Jack's subconscious continued to weave its tale of forbidden love and secret liaisons. In his dreams, he was always chasing after Y/n, never quite catching her but forever drawn to her elusive presence like a moth to a flame. And yet, despite the turmoil brewing within him, Jack couldn't seem to tear himself away from this fantasy world. It was as if he'd become trapped in a cycle of desire and denial, unable to escape the siren call of Y/n's beauty and charm.

When dawn broke he woke with a groggy yawn. He lay there for a moment, his face buried in the pillow, the scent of fresh laundry and clean fabric enveloping him like a warm hug. His eyes remained closed, his breathing slow and steady, as he savoured the fleeting sense of peace that had settled over him during the night. As the first light of dawn crept into the room, Jack's gaze drifted lazily towards the window, where the sky was slowly transforming from dark to pale blue. The soft glow of morning sunlight cast a gentle warmth across his face, illuminating the subtle lines etched on his features. For a moment, he simply lay there, basking in the quiet tranquillity of the early morning hours, his heart still wrapped in the soothing cocoon of his dreams. he softly smiled muttering her name "ummm Y/n...."

He pressed his lips gently against the pillow, showering it with tender kisses as if Y/n herself were lying beneath him. The soft fabric absorbed the pressure of his lips, but Jack didn't notice he was lost in the fantasy, his heart beating faster with every passing moment. As he kissed the pillow, he whispered sweet nothings into its depths, his voice barely audible but full of emotion. “My love... my beautiful Y/n…” His hands cradled the pillow, holding it close as if it were a precious treasure. he slowly wrapped his legs around the pillow and began rubbing against it as he kissed the pillow "ummm... Y/n... Darling -"

He rocked his hips gently against the pillow, the friction sending shivers down his spine as he whispered Y/n's name over and over again. The soft fabric of the pillow was no match for his growing arousal, and Jack couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within him. His kisses grew more urgent, his tongue tracing the outline of the pillowcase as if searching for a hidden truth. As he rubbed against the pillow, Jack's breathing quickened, his moans growing louder and more insistent. He was lost in the fantasy, his body betraying him as he surrendered to the pleasure coursing through his veins. “Y/n...my love…”

His hips moved faster now, the friction building to a crescendo as he whispered Y/n's name into the pillow. The sounds of his own moans echoed through the room, mingling with the soft rustle of the bedding as he writhed against the pillow. Jack's fingers dug deeper into the fabric, his nails scraping against the thread count as he strained for release. Suddenly, he froze, his body tense and quivering on the brink of climax. For a moment, he hovered there, suspended in a world of pure sensation. Then, with a low growl, Jack threw himself forward, burying his face in the pillow as he came in great, shuddering waves sending his seed across the pillow,

As the aftershocks of his orgasm faded, Jack lay there, panting heavily into the pillow. He felt spent, drained of all energy and vitality. But even as he struggled to catch his breath, a part of him knew that this wasn't over yet. Y/n's memory lingered, taunting him with its elusiveness. He thought about her smile, her laugh, the way she made him feel alive. With a sigh, Jack pushed himself upright, tossing the pillow aside as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. His feet dangled in mid-air for a moment before he planted them firmly on the floor.

he yawned rubbing his face before he looked down noticing his cock coated in his seed from rubbing on the pillow. But he saw he was still hard. And even as he thought of the name Y/n his cock jumped as if it itself was whispering her name. With a slow, deliberate movement, Jack reached down and wrapped his fingers around his shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze. The sensation sent a shiver through his body, and he felt his cock twitch once more, as if echoing the whispers of Y/n's name in his mind. He leaned back, his eyes fixed intently on the spot where their bodies would meet if she were really here beside him. A soft gasp escaped his lips as he imagined her touch, her kiss, her caress. His grip on his cock tightened, and he began to stroke himself with slow, sensual movements, letting the fantasy consume him whole.

His strokes grew quicker, more insistent, as he delved deeper into the fantasy. He pictured Y/n's face above him, her eyes locked onto his as she took control of his body. Her fingers danced across his skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Jack's breath caught in his throat as he imagined her mouth closing around him, sucking him deep into the warmth of her throat. With a sudden jolt, he came, his hand still wrapped around his cock. His eyes snapped open, and for a moment, he stared blankly ahead, lost in the haze of his own desire. As he came all over himself. Then, with a quiet curse, he tossed himself backwards onto the bed, landing with a thud amidst the tangled sheets.

His bedroom door quickly opened and he gulped grabbing the pillow to hide his still throbbing cock. He clutched the pillow tightly to his crotch and chest, trying to appear nonchalant despite the turmoil brewing inside him.

A young nurse stepped inside, her expression bright and cheerful. “Dr. Dawkins, your patient in room four is requesting you” she said, Her gaze flickered toward the pillow, and for a moment, Jack held his breath, wondering if she'd noticed anything amiss. But she left immediately after

The minute he saw her, he was on his knees at the bars, grabbing at them like they were all that held him to this world. “Y/N!” He shouted with joy. His voice was almost broken and his eyes a little teary as he looked at her, "Y/n.. my god… I’m so happy to see you…"

"ohh my sweet Jack, what have they done to you?" She whines, reaching into the bars to stroke his face,

He leaned into her hand, closing his eyes. "It's nothing… as long as you're safe, I don't care what happens to me…"

Y/n grew teary, moving as close as she could so she could give him a kiss through the bars.

His fingers clenching around the bars as he returned the kiss, his whole world just melting away and focusing in on this moment.

"Must I be tortured havin’ to sit and watch you two go at it?!" Fagin complained from his cell.

The pair broke the kiss, both looking towards the sound of Fagin's voice.

Jack rolled his eyes. "Oh shut up, Fagin…"

"Are you alright Jack? They aren't hurting you, are they?" She whimpers in fear..

"I'm fin,e sweetheart, they haven't hurt me one bit. Just stuck in this cell all day, and they keep these chains attached to my wrists… other than that, I'm fine, don't you worry."

She nodded, "I promise it won't be too long, I've been insisting Father focus all his attention on making sure the captain sets you free before the month's end."

He nods at that, resting his forehead against the bars a moment. "I hope you're right… It's been hell in here, having to listen to Fagin complain and scheme all day long.. and it gets so bloody hot in here at night… I miss you. So much…"

"Is there anything I can do for you?" She asked,

"I suppose… they've not given me any way to pass the time in here… if you do come to visit again… maybe bring some books or something…" he asked, "…Maybe some bread?" He whispered,

"Of course, I'll bring as much as they allow me too." She smiled,

"Thank you, sweetheart… so… how are you? How's everything… You know, healing?”

“Perfectly fine, no troubles at all.”

“You have no idea how relieved that makes me,” he sighed, “Has your father been treating you right?"

"he has. He has many apologies to make." She nodded,

“I’m sure he does,” he laughed, "You really are a sight for sore eyes, you know that?"

She giggled and smiled, "As are you, I miss you terribly, the bed isn't the same without my snuggly Jack"

"Trust me, this is hell in here, too. No lovely lady to snuggle, no warmth to hold and keep me safe." He teasingly complained with a pout. “But… I wouldn’t want you in here with me anyway,”

"Time to go, little lady." The guard commanded.

"No, please. Just five more minutes, please!" Y/n begged,

Jack pressed as close to the bars as he could, reaching out to cling to her fingers, not wanting to let her go just yet. "Wait! No, just let her stay a while longer! Please!"

"Come on, out!" The guard snapped, grabbing Y/n by her hair to pull her from the bars.

“AHhhh!”

"Don't you dare hurt her!!" he growled at the guard, a fire suddenly in his eyes. "Don't you dare lay a hand on her!!!"

The guard struck the bars, causing Jack's knuckles to burn with pain.

Y/n relented, not wanting him to get hurt anymore on her account. "Alright! Alright, I'll go." She nodded

"Y/n… promise me you'll be safe…" he begged,

She nodded softly and gave him one final kiss before the guard took her away,

For a moment, he stood there, listening quietly to his own breathing and the clanking of his chains. Then he turned and looked over to Fagin.

"You and that damn skirt." Fagin sighed.

He rolled his eyes, a bitter taste in his mouth at that. "Oh shut up… she's not just 'some skirt'…"

"No?"

"No. She isn't. She's my… my fiancé…" The word felt strange to say,

"… Not sure her father's going to be thrilled about that."

"He's just going to have to deal with it…" He grumbles. "All that matters is that Y/n and I want to be together. What he thinks is irrelevant to me… at least he'll finally understand why I did what I did…"

"I think you've lost your mind over some sweet-tasting cun-" Fagin began before Jack cut him off,

"Oi! Watch your mouth." He snapped, looking over his shoulder with a dark look in his eyes. "Don't you dare say that about her."

"c.u.n.t" fagin spelt out purposely to piss jack off.

"Do you want me to reach through this cage and break your damn neck Fagin?!" He was on his feet, grabbing at the bars between them.

"Admit it! You wouldn't be locked up in a cell, you wouldn't have your life ruined, you'd be back in your little room above the hospital, doing surgical treatments and getting pissed with the girls down the Cat and Bagpipes if Y/n hadn't fluttered her eyelashes at ya."

"I can admit to that… I can, but I wouldn't have it any other way." he snapped, "If she hadn't of 'fluttered those pretty little eyelashes at me' I wouldn't have my one damn reason for living now would I."

Fagin relented and backed off.

Jack walked home as usual, his path well worn into his mind and boots. Arriving at the little house he called his home, he hung up his hat and coat as soon as he got in. He took the letter with him as he walked to the kitchen.

There he found his beloved wife.

Maggie stood making dinner, humming softly to herself as she cut up veg. When she heard his steps, she smiled, “Hello, darling! How was work?”

“Fine, the usual,” he shrugged, “How was home?”

“Lovely as ever,” she smiled, “You didn’t miss anything important, no words, no steps.”

“Good,” he laughed, “I don’t wanna miss them.”

His mind turned back to the letter, tapping it softly in his hand, he grew curious about it. It was likely just something simple, a coincidence or something, for her sister sent to the wrong place? But maybe it was more than that, maybe… she had a secret identity! Maybe she had a criminal past and a whole life he didn’t know about.

He supposed he couldn’t be too angry at her… he did after all. But he’d told her everything before they got married.

“Maggie?”

“Yes, Jack?”

“Do you know anyone by the name of Lenox?”

She scoffed, “Yes. It was my name before I became a Dawkins.”

“I know… but do you know anyone else?”

“Well, my siblings, I suppose,”

“Do you know anyone named Magnolia?” He asked carefully,

“Yes.”

“So it’s your sister?”

“No.”

“No? Then who’s Magnolia Lenox?”

“I am.”

“Y-you are?!”

“Yes, Jack.”

“Your name is Magnolia?!”

“Yes.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me that!”

“You never asked,” She shrugged,

“We- We are married!” He protested, “We have a daughter!”

“Yes? Both of you I love very much.”

“Not enough to tell us your real name?”

“Jack,” she laughed, cleaning off her hands, “I rarely use it, I’ve been going by Maggie or Mags for most, if not all, of my life. Half the time, I forget about it.”

“I guess so…” he sighed, “But, I told you everything before we got married!”

“Yes,” she laughed, “Becuase you climbed in my bedroom window the night before we got married, drunk off your arse and told me every ounce of trauma bouncing around in that blonde head.” She smiled, kissing him on the forehead,

“I did…” he grumbled, “But… It’s different, we are married, we have a child together, and I didn’t even know your name.”

“Jack. Don’t be dramatic. You knew a version of my name,” she scoffed,

“But not your full, real name.”

“I don’t know your full, real name.”

“…yes, you do.”

“No, I don’t, I know the two names that Fagin called you. Unless your mother filed paperwork before leaving you on the cobblestones, you didn’t have a legal name until you got arrested. Or joined the Navy.”

“Hu…” He gasped, “…I… I never thought about that.”

“You could have a whole secret name you don’t know about.”

“Yes, but I can’t tell you something I am unaware of. You knew your name wasn’t Maggie and you never once told me.”

“Only my father uses it.”

“Not the point! We are married, we have a child, and I didn’t know your name!”

“Jack, I am sorry I never told you.”

“Thank you,”

“Are you happy? My name is Magnolia Dawkins.”

“Magnolia…” He pondered, “Magnolia…”

“Quit saying it.”

“I’m getting used to it,” He laughed, “Magnolia Dawkins,”

She rolled her eyes and went back to cooking,

“Magnolia…”

“Jack.” She glared,

“It’s… an interesting name.”

“It’s a flower.”

“Yeah,” He nodded, “Are… all your siblings flowers?”

“Flowers or plants.”

“All of them?”

“Yes,”

“…How many do you have again?”

“One of fifteen, Jack.”

“And they all have Nature names?”

“Yes.”

“…why?”

“Because my father thinks he’s a genius and once he kept the first few kids in theme, he had to keep everyone in theme,” she sighed,

“Was your mother alright with that?”

“She was on alot of drugs after birth, I don’t think she cared that much.”

“Understandable,” he nodded, “I’m not even sure I can think of fourteen nature names…”

“You could kinda tell when he ran out of ideas,”

“Oh?”

“Rose. Oak. Lilly. Daisy. Poppy. Heather. Elm. Jazmine. Holly. Ash. Petunia. Dahlia. Iris. Lavender and Magnolia,” she explained, “Girls are flowers, Boys are trees.”

“Dear god.” He gasped, “How… how the hell did anyone keep you all straight?”

“They didn’t.”

“So you're the baby?”

“Yes.”

“How much of an age gap is there between you and Rose, then?”

“Not as much as you’d think, Rose and Oak were twins. Daisy, Poppy and Heather were triplets, Petunia and Dahlia were twins. So there’s only about ten years between Rose and I.”

“I… feel a sudden need to send your mother… the biggest bouquet of flowers. Or a very VERY strong whiskey.”

“She’d prefer whiskey.” She nodded,

“What made them stop after you? Where are you just too perfect, my darling?”

“No, the doctor had to give her a surgery after me.”

“…Frankly at that point I think he had to.” he laughed, “May have been the only way to stop your father.”

“It was that or she was going to cut his dick off.”

“Can’t say I’d blame her.” he nodded, “… Is that why you were so insistent about disregarding anything even remotely nature related when we named Luna?”

“Part of the reason, yes.” she nodded, “And Luna suited her, she was born on a full moon.”

“I know, I remember.” he smirked a little, “You’re not planning for her to have the amount of siblings you had, are you?”

“I wasn’t planning on it, no.”

“Thank god.” he sighed in relief, “…But I wouldn’t be… opposed to, maybe one or two more babies?”

“I will consider it.” she glared a little,

Just as she spoke, Luna began to cry up in her room having woken from her nap.

“It's your turn.” Maggie glared playfully,

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"Awwww, you're cute, Jack." She laughed, having another sip,

"And you're avoiding the question," he told her, “Come on, no need to be shy. It’s okay if I was.”

"Yeah, really funny, Jack."

“Come on! I wanna know,” he asked, giving her thigh a gentle squeeze.

"… You were serious?" she laughed,

"Yes, I'm deadly serious.” his eyes stared right into hers.

She stared at the ceiling, her head tilted in that signature way she does when she's thinking a little too hard. Her tongue came up to her top lip as she often did when she was doing maths in her mind… As she wasn't the best at maths.

The time, however, she was taking to answer him was… Not exactly making him feel better. He took a rather large drink of his beer as he waited to take in the information.

"… Thirty-four. Give or take." She finally answered.

He almost choked, almost spat his beer from his lips. It took a lot of effort on Jack's part for his jaw not to drop in utter shock and surprise. He cleared his throat softly before speaking. "Any chance of you… Elaborating on that?"

"I'm sure there's one or two I don't remember."

He let out a soft, strangled choking noise, "One or two you don't remember?"

"I don't remember all of them," she shrugged,

Jack stared at her blankly, his mind reeling. "You… don't remember all of them?"

"It's alot, I can't remember every single one." She said, noticing his tone. "Don't judge me! You were on the navy for ten years you fucked a girl in every port from Portsmouth to Sydney."

He opened his mouth to protest, but… no words arrived, as he quickly realised he didn’t exactly have a rebuttal. "That's a fair point." he took another swig of his beer, running his hand through his hair as he leaned his head against the railing. "But… thirty-four. That's a lot… I wasn't expecting that many."

"I did used to work in a pub, Jack."

"I know that you used to work in a pub," he muttered, “I remember. That’s where we met.” He cooed, trying to lean closer for a kiss,

“Humm, my cute little Navy boy who came to visit me every time he was in port.”

“I was an officer.” He playfully protested,

“Barely,”

“I had been an officer… like… two weeks when I met you.”

"So you've been to enough bars to know how that all works." She laughed.

Jack sighed softly. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, but he was starting to get irritated at the thought of all the men who had been with her. "Do you have a favourite? Out of all of them…"

Y/n answered by simply pinching his cheek. “I don’t know,”

He let out an annoyed huff, “I'm being serious!"

"As am I." She giggled, kissing his cheek.

"Y/n, this is a serious question. You don't have a single favourite? Like someone that you'd… go back to?"

She sighed. "I'm looking at my favourite dumbass. The man I changed careers for, perhaps? The man I ran away from my home with.”

"You… mean that?" he blushed a little,

"Course I do, I would have gone back to the pub if you weren't my favourite. I earned way more as a barkeep than a nurse."

"I'm… glad you changed careers. I couldn't stand the thought of you working at that shitty pub I found you in." he pulled her closer, their bodies flush against one another. He nuzzled his face into her neck, letting out a deep sigh as he did so. "You're my favourite too… if it wasn't obvious," he mumbled against her skin.

"I figured." She laughed. "But really? No cute little girl in some port looking wistfully out the window for you? No girls you used to lie in bed dreaming of?"

He shook his head, pulling away from her neck so that he could look at her. "No, I don't," he says simply, his hand gently tracing her jawline. "There isn't anyone but you… In any port."

She smiled and kissed his forehead before going back to her beer. And after a few seconds of silence, waiting for the perfect time as Jack took a sip of his beer, "… Would it make you feel better if I told you not all of mine were men?"

He spat his beer out, eyes wide in shock, "Not men?!"

"Some of the thirty-four were not men."

His mouth opened and closed slightly in shock, “You… you… you…”

"Yes, Jack," she laughed,

"How many of them were women?!"

"hummm…. I think about twelve… No, no fourteen."

He felt his jaw go slack as he stared at her in shock. "Fourteen?!" He sat in stunned silence for a few moments, his brain slowly processing her words. He wasn't sure if he should feel jealous that she had been with fourteen women in her life, or turned on by the fact that fact.

"I think so, yeah, fourteen out of thirty-four sounds right."

"And how did I not know about this?!"

"You never asked." Y/n shrugged,

"I… suppose you're right. I should have asked earlier." He sighed, “Didn’t think I had to…”

“Ohh, you didn’t think you’d get such shocking answers?”

“Yeah, kinda.”

Silence once more lingered between them until Jack broke it once more. "Y/n?"

"Yes, Jack?" She laughed,

"When you… Were intimate with those women, were you…"

“Was I what?”

"Were you more… gentle with them?"

"Gentle?" She laughed

"Were you gentler with those women… than you are with me?"

"Nope."

“Hu…”

"… Would it make you feel better that a couple of those girls were… With men at the same time?"

"What!?" He managed to sputter out, "Hold on, let me get this straight. You were intimate with several women… and at times women and men… at the same time!?"

"yeah… A guy and two girls, come on, Jack, that's like the male fantasy. I happened to be one of said girls."

Jack couldn't help but laugh and shake his head. "Y/n, you… never fail to surprise me." he took another sip of his can and continued to stare at her, "How… how did it even happen?"

"A guy came into the pub and said I'll pay you both to come to my room."

“How much?”

"Sixty to eighty pounds, I think, "

“Eighty pounds!?” he yelped, “God damn… that’s more then I make playing poker.”

"Oh? Am I not worth that much, Jack?"

Jack quickly shook his head, "No, no, no, that's not what I meant. I just… I'm surprised that some guy was willing to pay you that much money… for one night."

"I used to be very beautiful."

Jack let out a soft laugh, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes. "What do you mean, used to be?” he cooed, squeezing her thigh and kissing her cheek, “You are priceless, my darling.”

“Awwww,” She cooed, laying her head on his shoulder, “… Do I get to know about your former profession?”

“You know what I did before I joined the Navy, I’ve told you.”

“You were a little criminal,” she giggled,

“Hey!” he protested, “wasn’t your old job illegal too, little lady?”

“… Technically. Which is why they came in and asked for Kitten pie.”

“Ooooh…” He gasped, “That’s why the bar lady at your old place always asked me that when I walked in.”

She laughed, “What did you think she kept asking you that for?”

“I thought she was just a very hospitable lady, with… terrible taste in pies.”

“You are so dumb sometimes,” she laughed,

“I know, but how could I not steal away such a beautiful little bar girl?” He smirked, “I risked alot taking you with me, anyone on the ship figured out you were a girl, god knows what they’d have done to us.”

“Pretty sure I know what a ship of navy men would have done to me,” she nodded,

“No, I would have kept you safe from that atleast.” He said, petting her hair,

“Do you ever wonder… what would have happened if you’d never taken me with you?”

“Sometimes, mostly just think I’d have gone straight to you after I left anyway.”

“You would?”

“I know I would,” He nodded, “But… I don’t need to wonder, I took you with me and I couldn’t be happier that I did.”

“And I still love you,” she cooed,