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As if summoned by your thoughts, Jack lightly hip checks you as he heads toward the hub, a mischievous grin lighting up his face as he passes you. You politely wish your patient a speedy recovery as you shuffle towards your husband, huffing out a laugh as he catches your eye. His eyes roam all over your form, you always say he has a staring problem and it couldn’t be more true at the moment. His dirty thoughts are written all over his face. The man is a menace, it’s been a shift from hell and here he is trying to undress you with his eyes, right in front of the entire ED. Shameless.

“How’s your patient Doctor Abbot?” you murmur, leaning your head on his shoulder as he winds his fingers through your ponytail. Maybe just a few minutes of rest won’t kill anyone…right? As if God herself hears your thoughts, Lena flies down the hall, waving both of you down. A deep groan escapes Jack, turning his head to press his lips to your forehead. “We still have our date tonight sweetheart, don’t think I’ve forgotten.”

You scoff but can’t help but grin back at him, he clearly hasn’t forgotten about the time penciled into your shared calendar, you feel your cheeks heat and feel a wave of want rush through you at the thought, but quickly get pulled into the fray again as Ellis throws open the door to trauma one and calls you for assistance. It’s going to be a long night.

Hours later he catches you again, this time nearly stumbling into him as you exit the supply room. You let out a yelp as hands steer you back inside the room, Jack’s deep baritone in your ear as he lets out a guffaw at your reaction. “Date time, come on baby” He nips your ear as he wraps an arm around your torso, shuffling you inside until your hips press into the supply cart against the farthest wall. “Jack I can’t right now- I’m waiting on a ct for a patient and I have to restock a few exam rooms-“ He shushes you and presses his lips to yours, effectively ending your excuses and any thoughts that existed in your head other than him. He smells so good, he always does- but something about him running around the ED all night- that natural musk that’s all him and the faint scent of his body wash from his shower this afternoon- it’s like a damn aphrodisiac. “Just need a minute sweetheart, I’ll be in and out before you know it.

“Are you kidding me? Right now?” You sink your fingers into his curls and make a very undignified whine as he kisses you again sliding his tongue against yours and running a calloused hand down your torso. “Absolutely. Right here. Drop your pants baby, promise it’ll only hurt for a second.” You barely feel the cold swipe of an alcohol pad and the sharp prick of a needle through the haze of pleasure and as soon as it’s there it’s gone again. You pull back and pout at him which makes him bark out a laugh before taking your puffy bottom lip between his teeth. He caps the syringe and tosses it in the medical waste bin behind your head, lovingly squeezing your ass like he didn’t just stab you in the abdomen with a dose of Menopur.

“See, I told you I only needed a minute. I can’t wait to meet our future baby.” He grins and it lights up his whole face, his joy is magnetic melting your insides a little at just how adorable he is- even if he did just stab you. He presses a quick kiss to your lips and heads for the door, an obvious pep in his step despite it being 3 in the morning. You sigh as you slide your hands against your stomach, an overwhelming giddiness settling into your bones. “Me too” you whisper, and the look in his eyes can only be described as love. He can’t wait for the future, having a family after a lifetime of heartache is a dream he never imagined for himself. Sharing it with you though? His favorite nurse turned love of his life? That’s more than he could have ever thought possible. It’s everything.

Be gentle with me guys, it’s my first time writing in over six months so I’m super rusty.