F. Thott Fitzgerald ✨📖

Jack casually tosses Nova in the air as she giggles loudly. Her loud squeals fill the living room before he catches her again and pretends to fly her around the living room. 

“Look at that baby, we’re gonna have to make an emergency landing to mommy,” Jack whispers before making plane noises and navigating her over in your direction. 

You open your arms wide and catch Nova as you snuggle her into your chest. She laughs loudly, “Mommy! Dada airplane!”

“Yeah, I see, lovebug. You and Daddy were playing airplanes. You were so brave,” you said, before plopping a large kiss on her chubby cheeks. 

Jack plops down on the couch next to you and Nova as he leans over to give his little kiss on her cheek. She gladly accepts the love and affection that she’s receiving from you and Jack. 

You turn your head in time to catch the soft smile on Jack’s lips, “What?”

He looks down shyly, “Nothing. It’s just, I’m the luckiest guy in the world. I get to be here with my best girls. Nothing could top this moment.”

You reach over to toy with his silver curls, “We’re happy to have you here, Jack. Seriously, I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else.”

You both look at each other for a moment before Jack leans in to press a kiss to your lips. He pecks your lips a few more times. You’re both interrupted by the sound of Nova clapping and giggling. 

“Yay! Mama! Dada! Kiss,” she states, grinning excitedly at you and Jack. She looks between you and Jack and seems genuinely pleased with herself. 

“Are you hungry, Nova?” You ask, setting her between you and Jack. 

“Mhmm, mama, salmon,” Nova replies. You chuckle to yourself. Your baby would have an advanced palette at such a young age. 

You glance at Jack, “You wanna stay for dinner?”

“Yeah, I’d like that a lot,” He responds, that same bright smile returning to his face as he plays with your fingers. 

You gently tickle Nova’s side, to which she giggles, “Do you want Daddy to help us cook, lovebug?” 

“Yes, Dada cook!” 

She slides from the couch and walks to her toy chest to pull the small chef’s apron out of the box. Nova slides the little apron over her outfit and comes to stand in front of you and Jack.

“Dada, I cook!” She states proudly. 

Cue Jack’s heart melting in his chest. “I see, babygirl. You look so cute! The best chef around.” Nova pulls on your and Jack’s hands to stand from the couch. She ushers you both into the kitchen as you pick her up. 

You let Nova get the salmon from the fridge as she sets it on the counter. You set her on the counter as you move to grab the pan and seasonings. 

Jack makes sure to stand close by to keep a steady hand on Nova, who hums happily from the counter. 

As you clean and season the salmon, Jack can’t help but admire the scene in front of him. You turn to face him, “You’re supposed to be helping, daddy.” 

He swallows roughly at the sound of the words leaving your lips. “You tell daddy where you need him, and I’m there, sweetheart.”

“You can cup up the broccoli florets with Nova. It’s her favorite part,” you comment, as you hand Nova her child-safe knife. It was hardly sharp and wouldn’t even be sharp enough to prick her finger. 

Yet, Jack keeps a close eye on her regardless. His heart clenches at even the slightest thought of his baby getting hurt. 

Nova sticks her tongue out slightly as she navigates the floret in front of her and brings the knife down to cut at it. The little knife slides effortlessly through the broccoli—a little crooked but a success nonetheless.

Nova holds the broccoli up in her little fingers, “Mama! Dada! I cut!” 

You and Jack gasp in wonder before cheering and clapping. “Oh my goodness, lovebug, you’re doing so good!” 

“We’re so proud of you, Nova. Our big girl,” Jack praises. Nova smiles widely at the mutual praise. You’d always tried to make it your mission to praise Nova at every step of the way and build her confidence up. 

The last thing you want is for your baby girl to be hard on herself at a young age. 

You, Jack, and Nova work effortlessly together as you search for the salmon. Jack works on peeling the potatoes before depositing them in the pot of boiling water. 

As he passes you to dispose of the potato peels, he slides an arm around your waist and pulls you back into his chest. You chuckle and reach back to curl your fingers through his hair as he gently sways with you in his hold. 

By now, Nova had decided that she had completed her tasks of cutting up broccoli, and she was dancing to Gracie’s Corner with Bun Bun. 

You and Jack both watch her excitement and pure joy as she giggles.

“I hope she never loses that joy,” You tell Jack, who leans down to press a kiss on the side of your head. He looks at Nova, “She won’t. We’ll be here to make sure that she doesn’t. The world needs more joy like hers.”

It scares Jack to think of anyone possibly hurting his little girl. It’s only been a few months, and he’s already in protective dad mode. He never realized that it was possible to feel so much love in his heart for someone. 

But as he looks at Nova and even at you, all he can feel is the love that he holds for you both. 

It’s also not lost on him the pure domesticity of this moment with you. For a moment, he allows himself to envision a future ahead of him. You, him, and Nova. A ring on your finger….and maybe another baby. 

Jack finds that he likes the fantasy more than he can acknowledge right now.

As he sits at the table having dinner with you and Nova, Jack realizes that he’s truly the luckiest man in the world, and he fears that nothing can top being here with his girls. 

It’s one of those rare off days for Jack. Since he’s been in your and Nova’s lives, he’s been learning to slow down more so that he’s present with you both. He finds that there isn’t a moment that he wants to miss with you or Nova. He doesn’t want to miss any of her milestones, even if it’s just her drawing a picture. 

He’d called you in the morning when he knew that you and Nova were getting ready to wish you both a good morning. 

Even through her sleepiness, Nova still couldn’t contain her excitement at hearing Jack’s voice on the phone. He’d spoken to you during lunch while he casually lounged on the couch. 

Jack has to admit to himself—it’s a lot more relaxing to not be in a rush and to have a moment to just sit and breathe. For the past few years, since the divorce, he’d thrown himself off the deep end on working countless shifts.

The police scanner that he often liked to listen to hadn’t been turned on in months since he had met you and Nova.

He really figured there was no use for the scanner, especially when he was spending most of his time with his girls. 

Jack falls asleep on the couch with Bluey playing in the background. He’d actually found himself watching the show even when Nova wasn’t around. Quite surprisingly, the show taught a lot of valuable lessons, especially with it being geared toward kids.

He jumps at the sound of his phone buzzing from the table and moves to pick it up. Your picture pops up on the phone—one that he’d taken of you and Nova on one of your family outings.

He clicks the answer button and puts the phone to his ear, “Hey, sweetheart. Everything okay?”

“Hi, so I may have a little situation…” You start, to which Jack sits up straighter. 

“Are you and Nova okay?” He asks, standing up from the couch to grab his keys.

“Oh no, it’s not anything too dire. My car is having some problems, but don’t worry, I’m at the shop. I need someone to go pick Nova up from the daycare. I would’ve asked Zara, but she’s working overtime this week at her job. Would you mind going to get her?” You ask, and Jack can hear the rise in your tone at having to ask him. 

He lets out a sigh of relief at you and Nova being safe. “Yeah, honey, I can go get her. Do you want me to swing by the car place?” 

“No, it’s fine. I actually know the mechanic, and he let me know that it’s nothing serious, so you don’t have to worry about him up-charging me either,” you explain with a slight laugh. It was cute that he was already being protective of you and Nova. 

Jack nods, “Good. Don’t worry about anything, I’ll go pick Nova up and bring her here. If something else comes up, let me know, and I’ll come. Okay, baby?”

“Okay. Thank you, Jack. Really, you’ve been amazing,” you said. 

“S’no problem. I’d do anything for you and Nova. Text me updates on your car and when you’re on the road.”

“I will. I’m gonna call Nova’s daycare to let them know you’re on your way to pick her up.”

You and Jack say your byes before he’s heading out the door to his truck. He checks the backseat where Nova’s car seat is. He pulls on the car seat multiple times and checks the seat belts to make sure that everything is attached. 

As he drives to the daycare, a certain giddiness enters his chest at the fact that he’s getting to pick his baby up from daycare. That same goofy boyish smile works its way onto his face at the thought. 

Jack parks his truck in front of the daycare and walks through the front door. He finds a girl with box braids sitting at the front desk, typing away at the computer. An older woman with silver hair stands next to her. They both look at him as he enters. 

“Hi, welcome to Miss Sunshine’s. How can we help you?” The girl asks. 

“Hi, I’m Jack Abbot. I’m here to pick up Nova,” He explains, fighting (and failing) to hide the smile that covers his face. 

Both women look at each other before looking back at Jack in appreciation. The older woman smirks, “Huh, so you’re the new daddy?” She raises her eyebrows at the end of the question.

Jack blushes at the double meaning. He nods, “Yes ma’am, that’d be me.” 

The older woman holds her hand out, “Berta Jones, but you can call me Ms. Berta. It’s nice to finally put a name to a face. Little Miss Nova can’t get enough of telling everyone about her Dada. You know, you’re a permanent fixture in her pictures now. She even makes it a point to let us know that it’s you in the picture.” 

The tears sting at the back of Jack’s eyes. He swallows down the sob, but it’s clear by the way that his face softens that it hits him directly in the chest. 

His little girl had fully adopted him in the lexicon of her mind. In her mind, he was Dad, and there was no confusion about it. 

He shakes Ms. Berta’s hand and smiles. 

“I’m glad to hear that. I love Nova a lot, so I’m honored to be a part of her life.” 

Ms. Berta nods, seemingly pleased with his answer. She looks down at the girl, “Connie, why don’t you set Jack up a profile in the system and take his picture?” 

“Yes, ma’am,” Connie responds, pulling up the form. 

She hums lightly before looking up at him, “Okay, Mr. Abbot, what’s a good phone number and address for you?”

Jack recites the information as Connie types it in and reads it back to him. Little does he know that Ms. Berta watches the eagerness in his posture at being able to do this. Through her experience of being a daycare owner, she’d seen her fair share of fathers. 

There were the ones who came to pick up their kids because their partners told them to. Those men were the ones who huffed and puffed like it was an inconvenience to pick up their own kids. There were the baby daddies, who were still navigating the highs and lows of fatherhood. But then there were men like Jack.

Men who actually took joy in the role of being a father. Even though Nova isn’t biologically his, Ms. Berta can say with full certainty that none of that matters to you. Nova is his through and through, and no one would be able to take that from him. 

She knows he’s cut out for fatherhood by the way that he smiles brightly for the picture. 

She glances at Jack, “We’re printing your badge out. That way, any time you need to come pick up Nova, you’d scan in and show whoever is at the front desk. Come on, I’ll take you back to Nova. She’s gonna be very happy to see you.” 

She types a code into the door before opening it and ushering Jack through. He can see why you chose the place. There are multiple classrooms set with kids learning in them. He even spots a nursery with cribs where babies are sleeping. 

Ms. Berta catches his inquiring gaze, “Have you ever imagined yourself being a father?”

“Yes, ma’am, I did. I thought about it a lot growing up. I just figured it was off the table for me, but Nova’s made me realize that it isn’t too late,” he explains, following behind her. 

Soon, they’re standing in front of a door together. Jack peers through the window and spots Nova sitting with some other kids and playing with them. His heart melts as he takes in the sight of her building blocks and even shares them with the other kids. 

Ms. Berta catches his look. “She’s a very sweet little girl. She’s always sharing and making sure everyone’s included. If someone is crying, she’s the first one hugging them.”

Jack chuckles, “That’s all her mom’s hard work. She’s been amazing at raising Nova.” 

“Sounds like you really like her,” Ms. Berta comments, smirking at Jack. 

He smiles in return, “Yeah, I like her a lot. She’s a beautiful and intelligent woman. I’d be crazy not to appreciate what I have.”

“Good answer. You ready to see your baby?”

Jack nods quickly. Ms. Berta opens the door and walks in, “Miss Nova, it looks like you have a very special guest here to pick you up.” 

At the sound of her name, Nova looks up, and her eyes immediately flicker over to Jack. Both Jack and Ms. Berta watch as the little girl’s eyes widen in excitement and the grin that takes over her dimpled cheeks. 

She stands from the ground and immediately starts running towards Jack, “Dada!!” 

Jack bends down just in time to catch Nova in his arms. She throws her arms around his neck and hugs him tight, “Missed you, Dada.”

Jack hugs back equally as tight and kisses her cheek, “I missed you too, Princess. You look so pretty in your outfit. Did you pick this out or did mommy?”

“I did, Dada,” Nova states proudly. 

Jack smiles, “That’s amazing, baby. You look so pretty. Now, mommy had some problems with her car, so Dada’s gonna take you home until mommy is done, okay?”

“Otay, Dada,” Nova replies, seemingly already on board with the plan. 

“Miss Nova, do you want to show your daddy some of your work?” Ms. Berta asks. 

Nova nods excitedly in Jack’s arms. He follows behind Ms. Berta until she reaches the folder with Nova’s name. As Jack scans through the folder, he’s truly impressed by the work that Nova’s doing even at one. 

He flips to the next page and finds a picture that Nova has recently drawn. In the picture, there are three stick figures. The small stick figure is in the middle while two bigger stick figures hold hands with the smaller one.

Above, the small stick figure, Nova, has written “me.” Above the bigger ones, she’s written “mama” and “dada.” There’s a big heart above the three figures. Jack breathes deeply as the emotions start to hit him. His lip trembles slightly. 

Nova looks up at him, “You, Dada.”

“Yeah, I see, lovebug. You did so good. I love it,” Jack states, discreetly wiping at his eyes. 

Once he gathers Nova’s small backpack over his shoulder and she carries Bun Bun in her arms, he walks to the front desk to fully sign her out. 

As he signs his name, he gets to the portion of the form that states, “Relationship to child,” and he gladly scribbles “Father” in the box. 

“Alright, Mr. Abbot, you’re all set. Here’s your official badge!” Connie chirps as she slides the laminated piece of plastic over to him. 

“Thank you,” He tells Connie and Ms. Berta.

“You’re welcome. Bye, Ms. Nova. We’ll see you tomorrow,” Ms. Berta calls. 

Nova waves from Jack’s arms and bids them goodbye. When they get outside, Jack straps her down in her car seat. He checks the seatbelts multiple times before sighing in satisfaction. 

He hands Nova his iPad and turns it on Bluey for the drive home. He’s already proactive enough to have a small pouch of Goldfish waiting for her, along with a sippy cup of apple juice. 

He rounds the truck and gets in. Before he leaves the parking lot, he looks down at the badge that Connie gave him. The picture of him that was taken sits in the corner, along with the logo for Miss Sunshine’s. 

It’s the information that makes him tear up. 

Jack Abbot

Father of Nova LN

Phone number: (724)-129-1975

He wipes the tear as it falls. He was officially listed as Nova’s father in some capacity. He doesn’t take the fact lightly. It means the world. 

When Jack arrives at his house, Nova is still humming happily to the Bluey theme song. By now, she’s finished her Goldfish. Jack dusts the small crumbs from her lap and lifts her into his arms. 

He listens as she starts recounting her day to him. His phone buzzes from his pocket, and he checks it. 

My Girl💕

Hey, my car’s all fixed now. I’m about to head to your house.

Jackie💗

Sounds good, baby. 

Nova and I just got here. We’ll be waiting for you. Drive safely♥️

He kisses Nova’s cheek as he walks into the house. Setting her down gently, he kneels in front of her, “Hey, sweetie, you hungry?” 

“Mhmm, chikey nuggies, Dada.” 

Jack nods, “Okay, I got some Dino nuggies, you wanna help me put them on?”

Nova nods and slides from the couch to walk into the kitchen with Jack. She’s been to his house so much at this point that she’s memorized the layout just as well as your own apartment. 

Jack picks her up once they reach the kitchen and grabs the nuggets from the freezer. He lets Nova help him with setting the nuggets on the baking sheet before they both slide them into the oven. 

They both go back into the living room, where Nova walks to her toy box with Bun Bun. Jack glances over and finds her stacking blocks and talking to Bun Bun. 

He settles on watching baseball. 

Soon, he hears the sound of your car pulling into the driveway. 

“Mommy’s here, Nova,” Jack announces. 

Nova moves from her spot on the carpet and follows Jack to the door. “Mommy,” she chants on the way to the door. 

As soon as he opens the door, Jack moves to the side so that Nova can walk out to you. She starts to scream in excitement upon seeing you. 

“Mommy!” 

Her little body crashes into yours as you pull her into your arms. “Hi, my pretty girl. Did you have a good day?”

“Yes, mama. Dada, pick me up.”

“He did, didn’t he? Were you happy to see Daddy there?”

“Yes!” 

You carry her to the door where Jack is standing. He closes the door behind you, “I’m glad you’re here. Was everything okay?”

“Yeah, he said it was just one of my spark plugs. He’s one of my dad’s friends, so he cut me a family discount,” you explain. 

You set Nova down as she walks to go sit back on the carpet to play with her toys. Jack turns to face you and pulls your body into his. You slide your arms over his shoulder, where you play with the curls at the nape of his neck. 

“Thank you for picking her up today,” you said softly. 

“S’no problem, sweetheart. I’d do anything for either of you,” he responds, pulling your body flush to his. Jack leans down to press his lips against yours. Your lips move together as he slides his arms around your waist. The tips of his fingers toy with the edge of your dress. 

He pulls back and stares into your eyes, “God, you’re so beautiful, baby.”

“You think so? I’m really feeling the silver hair, Jack.” You lower your voice, “It’s turning me on a lot.”

Jack closes his eyes as the words hit him somewhere deep. 

“Let me take you out this weekend. Just you and me. We can ask Zara to babysit, or I can ask Robby. I think he’s dying for his opportunity to spoil Nova.”

You chuckle, “Yeah, I’ll see if Zara’s free.”

“Good, I can’t wait.” 

With that, he ushers you into the kitchen and checks on the chicken nuggets. He looks up at you, “You hungry? I have some leftover pasta that I can heat up for you.”

“Yeah, I’d like that. Thank you.”

You briefly glance back at Nova, who has managed to slide onto the couch and is now actively watching Bluey with Bun Bun sitting next to her.

You turn back to face Jack, who moves effortlessly through the kitchen to warm up the leftovers for you. You subtly clench your thighs together at how natural he takes on the role of providing for you and Nova. 

You can’t help the way that your eyes trail over Jack’s figure. You hadn’t been intimate with someone since finding out about being pregnant with Nova. Your trusty vibrator has been taking care of your needs for the year. 

However, since being with Jack, your body has been becoming more alive. Whenever he’d touch you or kiss you, you found yourself dreaming about it for days. 

It didn’t help the fact that he kept looking at you like he wanted to devour you. 

You weren’t ashamed to admit that you’d made yourself cum more times than you could count, at the thought of having sex with Jack. 

He was the first man that you actually wanted to experience this with. 

You’re unaware that Jack had caught you staring. He smirks and leans over the counter, you see something you like, honey?”

“Yeah, he’s a doctor. 5’9. Silver hair. Great biceps, and he’s amazing with my kid. You know anyone like that?” 

Jack laughs softly, “Yeah, honey, I think I’m familiar with him. He told me that he’s equally obsessed with you. You wanna hear another secret about him?”

You shake your head, and Jack beckons you forward. He drops his voice to a low whisper, “He really likes you, honey. A lot, and he spends every single minute at work thinking about you. The way that you smile. Your laugh. Those curls on your head. And then he tries to stop them, but then his thoughts become a lot less innocent when it comes to you. He starts to think about how soft your lips are and how sweet you taste when he kisses you. He starts to wonder how sweet you’d taste in other areas.” 

Jack licks his lips, and you can see his hazel eyes growing darker, “He also thinks about how pretty you’d look when you’re cumming. He bets that your moans would be so pretty, and you’d flood his mouth. He really wants to make you feel good, sweetheart.”

Your breath hitches in your chest as you can feel how wet your panties are between your legs. 

This man was going to be the death of you. 

Jack smirks at seeing how flustered and turned on you look, “I guess we can leave a pin in that till Friday. Food’s ready.” 

He casually plates pasta for you and slides it over to you while plating Nova’s nuggets for her. He calls the little girl over and places her in the seat next to you. 

He slides glasses of tea over to both of you, specifically putting Nova’s in her sippy cup. 

He watches you and Nova munch on your meals and smiles in satisfaction. You look up from eating your pasta and cover your mouth, “You’re not gonna eat?”

Feeling bold, Jack looks down at the fork in your hand, “You mind if I get some of your pasta?” 

You catch the teasing tone of his voice and laugh softly. “You want me to feed it to you?” 

“Please, I’d hate for us to dirty any extra dishes,” Jack reasons.

“We’d definitely hate for that to happen. Less dishes and all is better,” you conclude. 

You stab the fork in the pasta, making sure to get a good bite for Jack. You lift the fork to his mouth, while Jack slides his lips over the food. He keeps his eyes on you the entire time. 

Good Lord, this man was trying to kill you. 

At the conclusion of the meal, you and Jack wash dishes together while Nova sits on the counter next to you. She giggles loudly as Jack splashes bubbles in her direction. 

He wipes his hands off and pulls her into his arms, “You wanna go watch Bluey, kiddo?”

“Yes, Dada.” You, Jack, and Nova all settle together in the living room, while he puts it on Bluey. Jack pulls you to sit next to him while he throws an arm across your shoulder. Nova settles herself down in your lap, but throws her little legs on Jack’s lap. 

She’d gotten to the point where she felt that she needed to maintain some form of physical contact with you and Jack. Jack plays with your curls while keeping a hand on Nova. Not surprisingly, she falls asleep with her head curled into your stomach. She has the bottom of Jack’s shirt curled between her fingers. 

He looks down at her softly, “You know they gave me a badge today at the daycare? They put ‘Jack Abbot, Nova’s father.”

You glance at him, “Was that okay?”

“Yeah, more than. I told you, I’m all in when it comes to you and Nova. I know she’s not biologically mine, but she’s a part of me now. From the moment, she decided to pick me that night, she became my little girl. Seeing them put it down in print today just felt real, you know?” 

The light from the TV allows you to see the way that his eyes glisten. He blinks and a tears trails down his eye before you cup his cheek to wipe it away. 

You turn his face to yours, “It is real, Jack. Nova picked you for a reason that night. Even after the hospital, she picked you. You were meant to be her dad. There hasn’t been a moment where I’ve had to doubt how much you care about her.”

“I care about you too, honey.”

“I know you do, Jack. I’ve never had to doubt that either.” 

Jack moves carefully to not wake Nova and presses his lips to yours. You smile, “I should get her home.” Jack nods, but there’s a huge part of him that wants to ask you to stay. 

After he helps you strap Nova in, he hugs your body close to his. “Text me when you both make it home, okay?” 

“I will.” 

You both kiss one last time before he watches you drive out of his neighborhood. 

About twenty minutes later, his phone buzzes with a text from you. 

My Girl💕

We made it home safely. Nova’s all tucked in. 

Jackie💗

Is mommy all tucked in too?

My Girl💕

*image attached*

I’m all tucked in🙂‍↔️

Jack looks at the picture that you’ve sent him and the way that shirt hangs from your frame. He thinks you look like the most beautiful woman in the world.

Jackie💗

You’re killing me sweetheart.😩

My Girl💕

That’s the plan. 

Get some rest, Dr. Abbot. You have lives to save and I refuse to be the reason you can’t focus 

Thank you again for picking Nova up today

Jackie💗

Anytime, sweetheart

…and for the record, you’re always on my mind 24/7, and you’re never a distraction. 

Goodnight baby♥️

My Girl💕

Goodnight, Jack🥹♥️

It’s Thursday. 

Jack takes another sip from the stale coffee as it slightly burns the tip of his tongue. He leans against the desk, alongside Shen and Ellis. 

Shen takes another sip from his Dunkin’ coffee, to which Jack gags in distain. “That thing can’t be healthy for you, John. It’s nothing but sugar.”

Shen rolls his eyes teasingly while taking another drag out of the straw, “Calm down, Jack. It’s good for my soul.” 

Ellis chuckle from one of the computers as she finishes charting her note. They all revel in the calmness of the night as they all refuse to say the forbidden “Q-word” on shift. Though Jack thinks they’re just being superstitious, he definitely doesn’t want to test luck and say it either. 

He feels his phone buzzing from his phone and he slides it from his scrub pants. There’s a message from you. 

My Girl💕

Hey..so I know you may be busy, so feel free to ignore this if you are, but Nova had a really bad nightmare, and she’s crying a lot and asking for you. I told her that you’re at work, which only seemed to make her more upset. But if you’re free, could you give her a call?🫠

Jack frowns at his phone, which Ellis catches. 

“Everything okay, boss?” 

“Yeah, I’m gonna go make a call right now. My daughter just had a bad dream. You mind covering if anything comes up?”

Shen and Ellis both nod. 

“We got it. Go check on your little girl,” Shen started, ushering his to the door. Little does Jack know, they all watch him as he walks out and lifts the phone to his ear. 

Shen takes another sip of his coffee, “Ugh, it’s so cute seeing him like this. How long before he adopts her?”

“I’d give it about a year,” Ellis replies. 

Outside in the ambulance bay, Jack navigates to a quiet corner and starts FaceTiming you. You pick up after the first ring, and Jack immediately notices the distressed look on your face. 

“I’m sorry if you’re busy, Jack. She was really scared when I came into her room,” You said, rocking Nova in your arms. 

She quietly cries into your chest. Jack feels his heart breaking at seeing his baby so scared. 

“Baby, you don’t have to apologize. I’m never too busy for you or Nova. Call anytime,” Jack states, to which you nod. 

You look down, “Nova…your daddy’s on the phone, lovebug.” 

You hold the phone to her face so that she can see Jack. She pouts into the camera and her lip quivers, “Dada…”

“Hey, babygirl, what’s wrong? You had a bad dream?” 

“Mhmm Dada, it was scary. Monster and Dada was gone,” Nova explains, her voice still shaky with tears. 

“S’okay, baby. Daddy gets bad dreams too, but I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always be right here to protect you okay?” 

“Otay, Dada.” Nova said softly. Shen walks outside and catches the tail end of the conversation. 

“Hey,” He calls out to Jack. 

The other man turns to look at him, expecting to hear him say that there’s an incoming emergency. 

“Why don’t you go ahead and take the rest of the night off? Go be with your kid. I know how scary it was for my kids when they get them, and it sounds like she needs you a lot,” Shen suggests, rocking lightly on his heels. 

Jack is about to open his mouth to protest when Shen shakes his head, “It’s a dead zone tonight, Jack. Go home, we can hold down the fort until you get back.”

“Thanks, man.” 

“Don’t mention it.” With that, Shen walks back inside the Pitt. 

Jack looks back at his phone, “Nova, Daddy’s on his way over to be with you, okay sweetheart? I’ll be right there in a little bit.” 

“Otay, Dada. Love you.” 

“I love you too, baby,” Jack responds, just as you point the phone back to yourself. 

“We’ll see you in a little bit. Please drive carefully, okay?” He can see the worry present in your eyes.

“I will, baby. I’ll be there soon.” 

He ends the call and walks back in the hospital to go to his locker and grabs his backpack. He clocks out and is about to stop by the desk when everyone waves him off. 

The drive to your apartment isn’t long. He takes the elevator up to your floor as he comes to stand in front of you door. He knocks lightly and hear the soft pitter patter of your feet as you open the door. 

The large t-shirt covers your frame, along with the satin bonnet that contains your curls. Similarly to you, Nova wears a big t-shirt, a pull-up, and a small bonnet. 

Upon seeing Jack, she immediately reaches out for him. Jack pulls her into his arms and she curls into his chest. 

He kisses her covered hair and whispers in her ear, “It’s okay, babygirl. Daddy’s right here.” He starts rocking her in his arms and cooing at her softly. 

You close the door behind Jack, as you take his backpack from his shoulder. He follows you into your bedroom, where you’ve set up Nova’s night light that illuminates stars across the room. 

Toeing off his shoes, Jack stands in the middle of the room as Nova keeps his face buried in his neck. 

You walk into the bedroom and stand in front of Jack, “Thank you for coming.” 

“Anytime,” Jack affirms, leaning down to kiss you. 

The three of you climb into your bed as Jack settles Nova into his arms. He gently pats her back as she sleepily gazes up and you and Jack. 

“We’re right here, lovebug. We’re not going anywhere,” You tell her. You grab the stuffed rabbit from the side, “Look, Bun Bun’s even here.” 

“Sleep in here, mama?” Nova asks.

“Yeah, lovebug, you can sleep in here tonight. Do you want us to read you a story?” She nods, while tucking Bun Bun beneath her arm. 

You get up from the bed and go to the bookcase to grab, “Goodnight Moon.” You slide beneath the covers as you and Jack take turns reading the pages to Nova.

As the story continues, she blinks slower and slower until her breath finally evens out and her lashes flutter against her cheek. 

Jack is gentle with setting her down between the two of you. He sticks Bun Bun beneath her arm before leaning down to kiss her cheek. 

“Night, baby, Daddy loves you.” 

He finds you staring at him when he looks up. 

“You’re an amazing man, Jack.”

“Thank you. You’re an amazing mom.” 

“Thank you,” you respond. 

He stands from the bed and goes to grab his bag until you place a hand on his arm. “You don’t have to go, you can stay. Besides, it’s really late and I don’t feel comfortable with you driving back.” 

Jack laughs softly, “S’okay, sweetheart. I’m usually driving back this late anyways.”

You shake your head and move to stand closer, “I want you to stay, Jack.” He looks at the definitive look in your eye and knows that he could never tell you no.

“Okay, I’ll stay. Do you want me on the couch?” 

It’s your turn to laugh. “No, I want you in the bed with us. You’re more than welcome to go change in the bathroom.” 

Jack suddenly becomes hyperaware of his prosthetic in the moment. He shifts on his feet and looks down for a second. You obviously catch the sudden mood shift.

“Is something wrong?”

“Yeah…it’s just..uh..I have a prosthetic. It’s from a long time ago when I was in the army. There was an accident but we don’t have to get into all of that. I should have mentioned it sooner, but if you’re not comfortable—“ 

You hold a hand up, “That doesn’t bother me, Jack. Prosthetic or not, you’re still you. You’re still Nova’s dad and you’re still the man that I’m falling for. However, I can make you feel more comfortable, just let me know.” 

For a moment, Jack just stares at you. You can see his eyes softening even in the dimness of the room. He brings a hand up to cup your face, “Thank you, baby. Really, you don’t know how much it means to hear you say that.”

Jack’s been out of the dating scene for a while. He hasn’t had to have the conversation about his leg because the last woman who knew about it was his ex-wife. He’d always thought about if he started to date again, and how he would approach the conversation with his partner. 

There was always this slight inkling of insecurity and fear or being rejected or pitied. But here in this moment, you hadn’t made him feel like either those things. He didn’t feel less than. 

You made him feel whole. 

“I’ll just go change in the bathroom and then I’ll take it off when I come back,” he explains. 

You nod, “Okay, take your time. Feel free to use whatever you need.”

You walk back over to the bed and slide in beside Nova. Jack makes his way into the bathroom and changes into his spare t-shirt and boxers. He washes his face and brushes his teeth with one of your spare toothbrushes. He folds his scrubs neatly into his bag before walking back out into the bedroom. 

You sit up upon seeing him and smile gently. He sits on the edge of the bed and starts the process of taking off his prosthetic. 

You stand from the bed and enter the bathroom. You emerge with a warm towel in your hand and kneel to apply the clothe to the residual limb. You throw the towel into the dirty basket before walking back over to massage his leg.

Jack is about to stop you until he lets out a deep groan when you hit one of the spots that’s been aching. 

You glance at him, “My grandfather was a veteran. He served in Vietnam. Lost his leg up to his knee. My cousins and I would take turns helping him with stuff like this when we stayed with him during the summer.” 

Jack sighs in relief at the feel of your hands on him. After ten minutes, you finish your massage and you stand up in front of him. Jack pulls your face down to his as he claims your lips to his. You both kiss for a solid minute before you pull back. 

Jack’s lips ghost against yours, “Thank you.” 

“Anytime, handsome.” 

You walk over to the other side of the bed just as Jack slides beneath the covers. Once you’re both settled, you stare at each other through the soft light from the night light. 

You close your eyes and Jack can hear your breath even out. Soon, the sleepiness begins to tug at his own eyes. 

He looks over you and Nova one last time. 

Yeah, he’s definitely the luckiest guy in the world. 

He gets to spend the night with his girls.

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Jack casually tosses Nova in the air as she giggles loudly. Her loud squeals fill the living room before he catches her again and pretends to fly her around the living room. 

“Look at that baby, we’re gonna have to make an emergency landing to mommy,” Jack whispers before making plane noises and navigating her over in your direction. 

You open your arms wide and catch Nova as you snuggle her into your chest. She laughs loudly, “Mommy! Dada airplane!”

“Yeah, I see, lovebug. You and Daddy were playing airplanes. You were so brave,” you said, before plopping a large kiss on her chubby cheeks. 

Jack plops down on the couch next to you and Nova as he leans over to give his little kiss on her cheek. She gladly accepts the love and affection that she’s receiving from you and Jack. 

You turn your head in time to catch the soft smile on Jack’s lips, “What?”

He looks down shyly, “Nothing. It’s just, I’m the luckiest guy in the world. I get to be here with my best girls. Nothing could top this moment.”

You reach over to toy with his silver curls, “We’re happy to have you here, Jack. Seriously, I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else.”

You both look at each other for a moment before Jack leans in to press a kiss to your lips. He pecks your lips a few more times. You’re both interrupted by the sound of Nova clapping and giggling. 

“Yay! Mama! Dada! Kiss,” she states, grinning excitedly at you and Jack. She looks between you and Jack and seems genuinely pleased with herself. 

“Are you hungry, Nova?” You ask, setting her between you and Jack. 

“Mhmm, mama, salmon,” Nova replies. You chuckle to yourself. Your baby would have an advanced palette at such a young age. 

You glance at Jack, “You wanna stay for dinner?”

“Yeah, I’d like that a lot,” He responds, that same bright smile returning to his face as he plays with your fingers. 

You gently tickle Nova’s side, to which she giggles, “Do you want Daddy to help us cook, lovebug?” 

“Yes, Dada cook!” 

She slides from the couch and walks to her toy chest to pull the small chef’s apron out of the box. Nova slides the little apron over her outfit and comes to stand in front of you and Jack.

“Dada, I cook!” She states proudly. 

Cue Jack’s heart melting in his chest. “I see, babygirl. You look so cute! The best chef around.” Nova pulls on your and Jack’s hands to stand from the couch. She ushers you both into the kitchen as you pick her up. 

You let Nova get the salmon from the fridge as she sets it on the counter. You set her on the counter as you move to grab the pan and seasonings. 

Jack makes sure to stand close by to keep a steady hand on Nova, who hums happily from the counter. 

As you clean and season the salmon, Jack can’t help but admire the scene in front of him. You turn to face him, “You’re supposed to be helping, daddy.” 

He swallows roughly at the sound of the words leaving your lips. “You tell daddy where you need him, and I’m there, sweetheart.”

“You can cup up the broccoli florets with Nova. It’s her favorite part,” you comment, as you hand Nova her child-safe knife. It was hardly sharp and wouldn’t even be sharp enough to prick her finger. 

Yet, Jack keeps a close eye on her regardless. His heart clenches at even the slightest thought of his baby getting hurt. 

Nova sticks her tongue out slightly as she navigates the floret in front of her and brings the knife down to cut at it. The little knife slides effortlessly through the broccoli—a little crooked but a success nonetheless.

Nova holds the broccoli up in her little fingers, “Mama! Dada! I cut!” 

You and Jack gasp in wonder before cheering and clapping. “Oh my goodness, lovebug, you’re doing so good!” 

“We’re so proud of you, Nova. Our big girl,” Jack praises. Nova smiles widely at the mutual praise. You’d always tried to make it your mission to praise Nova at every step of the way and build her confidence up. 

The last thing you want is for your baby girl to be hard on herself at a young age. 

You, Jack, and Nova work effortlessly together as you search for the salmon. Jack works on peeling the potatoes before depositing them in the pot of boiling water. 

As he passes you to dispose of the potato peels, he slides an arm around your waist and pulls you back into his chest. You chuckle and reach back to curl your fingers through his hair as he gently sways with you in his hold. 

By now, Nova had decided that she had completed her tasks of cutting up broccoli, and she was dancing to Gracie’s Corner with Bun Bun. 

You and Jack both watch her excitement and pure joy as she giggles.

“I hope she never loses that joy,” You tell Jack, who leans down to press a kiss on the side of your head. He looks at Nova, “She won’t. We’ll be here to make sure that she doesn’t. The world needs more joy like hers.”

It scares Jack to think of anyone possibly hurting his little girl. It’s only been a few months, and he’s already in protective dad mode. He never realized that it was possible to feel so much love in his heart for someone. 

But as he looks at Nova and even at you, all he can feel is the love that he holds for you both. 

It’s also not lost on him the pure domesticity of this moment with you. For a moment, he allows himself to envision a future ahead of him. You, him, and Nova. A ring on your finger….and maybe another baby. 

Jack finds that he likes the fantasy more than he can acknowledge right now.

As he sits at the table having dinner with you and Nova, Jack realizes that he’s truly the luckiest man in the world, and he fears that nothing can top being here with his girls. 

It’s one of those rare off days for Jack. Since he’s been in your and Nova’s lives, he’s been learning to slow down more so that he’s present with you both. He finds that there isn’t a moment that he wants to miss with you or Nova. He doesn’t want to miss any of her milestones, even if it’s just her drawing a picture. 

He’d called you in the morning when he knew that you and Nova were getting ready to wish you both a good morning. 

Even through her sleepiness, Nova still couldn’t contain her excitement at hearing Jack’s voice on the phone. He’d spoken to you during lunch while he casually lounged on the couch. 

Jack has to admit to himself—it’s a lot more relaxing to not be in a rush and to have a moment to just sit and breathe. For the past few years, since the divorce, he’d thrown himself off the deep end on working countless shifts.

The police scanner that he often liked to listen to hadn’t been turned on in months since he had met you and Nova.

He really figured there was no use for the scanner, especially when he was spending most of his time with his girls. 

Jack falls asleep on the couch with Bluey playing in the background. He’d actually found himself watching the show even when Nova wasn’t around. Quite surprisingly, the show taught a lot of valuable lessons, especially with it being geared toward kids.

He jumps at the sound of his phone buzzing from the table and moves to pick it up. Your picture pops up on the phone—one that he’d taken of you and Nova on one of your family outings.

He clicks the answer button and puts the phone to his ear, “Hey, sweetheart. Everything okay?”

“Hi, so I may have a little situation…” You start, to which Jack sits up straighter. 

“Are you and Nova okay?” He asks, standing up from the couch to grab his keys.

“Oh no, it’s not anything too dire. My car is having some problems, but don’t worry, I’m at the shop. I need someone to go pick Nova up from the daycare. I would’ve asked Zara, but she’s working overtime this week at her job. Would you mind going to get her?” You ask, and Jack can hear the rise in your tone at having to ask him. 

He lets out a sigh of relief at you and Nova being safe. “Yeah, honey, I can go get her. Do you want me to swing by the car place?” 

“No, it’s fine. I actually know the mechanic, and he let me know that it’s nothing serious, so you don’t have to worry about him up-charging me either,” you explain with a slight laugh. It was cute that he was already being protective of you and Nova. 

Jack nods, “Good. Don’t worry about anything, I’ll go pick Nova up and bring her here. If something else comes up, let me know, and I’ll come. Okay, baby?”

“Okay. Thank you, Jack. Really, you’ve been amazing,” you said. 

“S’no problem. I’d do anything for you and Nova. Text me updates on your car and when you’re on the road.”

“I will. I’m gonna call Nova’s daycare to let them know you’re on your way to pick her up.”

You and Jack say your byes before he’s heading out the door to his truck. He checks the backseat where Nova’s car seat is. He pulls on the car seat multiple times and checks the seat belts to make sure that everything is attached. 

As he drives to the daycare, a certain giddiness enters his chest at the fact that he’s getting to pick his baby up from daycare. That same goofy boyish smile works its way onto his face at the thought. 

Jack parks his truck in front of the daycare and walks through the front door. He finds a girl with box braids sitting at the front desk, typing away at the computer. An older woman with silver hair stands next to her. They both look at him as he enters. 

“Hi, welcome to Miss Sunshine’s. How can we help you?” The girl asks. 

“Hi, I’m Jack Abbot. I’m here to pick up Nova,” He explains, fighting (and failing) to hide the smile that covers his face. 

Both women look at each other before looking back at Jack in appreciation. The older woman smirks, “Huh, so you’re the new daddy?” She raises her eyebrows at the end of the question.

Jack blushes at the double meaning. He nods, “Yes ma’am, that’d be me.” 

The older woman holds her hand out, “Berta Jones, but you can call me Ms. Berta. It’s nice to finally put a name to a face. Little Miss Nova can’t get enough of telling everyone about her Dada. You know, you’re a permanent fixture in her pictures now. She even makes it a point to let us know that it’s you in the picture.” 

The tears sting at the back of Jack’s eyes. He swallows down the sob, but it’s clear by the way that his face softens that it hits him directly in the chest. 

His little girl had fully adopted him in the lexicon of her mind. In her mind, he was Dad, and there was no confusion about it. 

He shakes Ms. Berta’s hand and smiles. 

“I’m glad to hear that. I love Nova a lot, so I’m honored to be a part of her life.” 

Ms. Berta nods, seemingly pleased with his answer. She looks down at the girl, “Connie, why don’t you set Jack up a profile in the system and take his picture?” 

“Yes, ma’am,” Connie responds, pulling up the form. 

She hums lightly before looking up at him, “Okay, Mr. Abbot, what’s a good phone number and address for you?”

Jack recites the information as Connie types it in and reads it back to him. Little does he know that Ms. Berta watches the eagerness in his posture at being able to do this. Through her experience of being a daycare owner, she’d seen her fair share of fathers. 

There were the ones who came to pick up their kids because their partners told them to. Those men were the ones who huffed and puffed like it was an inconvenience to pick up their own kids. There were the baby daddies, who were still navigating the highs and lows of fatherhood. But then there were men like Jack.

Men who actually took joy in the role of being a father. Even though Nova isn’t biologically his, Ms. Berta can say with full certainty that none of that matters to you. Nova is his through and through, and no one would be able to take that from him. 

She knows he’s cut out for fatherhood by the way that he smiles brightly for the picture. 

She glances at Jack, “We’re printing your badge out. That way, any time you need to come pick up Nova, you’d scan in and show whoever is at the front desk. Come on, I’ll take you back to Nova. She’s gonna be very happy to see you.” 

She types a code into the door before opening it and ushering Jack through. He can see why you chose the place. There are multiple classrooms set with kids learning in them. He even spots a nursery with cribs where babies are sleeping. 

Ms. Berta catches his inquiring gaze, “Have you ever imagined yourself being a father?”

“Yes, ma’am, I did. I thought about it a lot growing up. I just figured it was off the table for me, but Nova’s made me realize that it isn’t too late,” he explains, following behind her. 

Soon, they’re standing in front of a door together. Jack peers through the window and spots Nova sitting with some other kids and playing with them. His heart melts as he takes in the sight of her building blocks and even shares them with the other kids. 

Ms. Berta catches his look. “She’s a very sweet little girl. She’s always sharing and making sure everyone’s included. If someone is crying, she’s the first one hugging them.”

Jack chuckles, “That’s all her mom’s hard work. She’s been amazing at raising Nova.” 

“Sounds like you really like her,” Ms. Berta comments, smirking at Jack. 

He smiles in return, “Yeah, I like her a lot. She’s a beautiful and intelligent woman. I’d be crazy not to appreciate what I have.”

“Good answer. You ready to see your baby?”

Jack nods quickly. Ms. Berta opens the door and walks in, “Miss Nova, it looks like you have a very special guest here to pick you up.” 

At the sound of her name, Nova looks up, and her eyes immediately flicker over to Jack. Both Jack and Ms. Berta watch as the little girl’s eyes widen in excitement and the grin that takes over her dimpled cheeks. 

She stands from the ground and immediately starts running towards Jack, “Dada!!” 

Jack bends down just in time to catch Nova in his arms. She throws her arms around his neck and hugs him tight, “Missed you, Dada.”

Jack hugs back equally as tight and kisses her cheek, “I missed you too, Princess. You look so pretty in your outfit. Did you pick this out or did mommy?”

“I did, Dada,” Nova states proudly. 

Jack smiles, “That’s amazing, baby. You look so pretty. Now, mommy had some problems with her car, so Dada’s gonna take you home until mommy is done, okay?”

“Otay, Dada,” Nova replies, seemingly already on board with the plan. 

“Miss Nova, do you want to show your daddy some of your work?” Ms. Berta asks. 

Nova nods excitedly in Jack’s arms. He follows behind Ms. Berta until she reaches the folder with Nova’s name. As Jack scans through the folder, he’s truly impressed by the work that Nova’s doing even at one. 

He flips to the next page and finds a picture that Nova has recently drawn. In the picture, there are three stick figures. The small stick figure is in the middle while two bigger stick figures hold hands with the smaller one.

Above, the small stick figure, Nova, has written “me.” Above the bigger ones, she’s written “mama” and “dada.” There’s a big heart above the three figures. Jack breathes deeply as the emotions start to hit him. His lip trembles slightly. 

Nova looks up at him, “You, Dada.”

“Yeah, I see, lovebug. You did so good. I love it,” Jack states, discreetly wiping at his eyes. 

Once he gathers Nova’s small backpack over his shoulder and she carries Bun Bun in her arms, he walks to the front desk to fully sign her out. 

As he signs his name, he gets to the portion of the form that states, “Relationship to child,” and he gladly scribbles “Father” in the box. 

“Alright, Mr. Abbot, you’re all set. Here’s your official badge!” Connie chirps as she slides the laminated piece of plastic over to him. 

“Thank you,” He tells Connie and Ms. Berta.

“You’re welcome. Bye, Ms. Nova. We’ll see you tomorrow,” Ms. Berta calls. 

Nova waves from Jack’s arms and bids them goodbye. When they get outside, Jack straps her down in her car seat. He checks the seatbelts multiple times before sighing in satisfaction. 

He hands Nova his iPad and turns it on Bluey for the drive home. He’s already proactive enough to have a small pouch of Goldfish waiting for her, along with a sippy cup of apple juice. 

He rounds the truck and gets in. Before he leaves the parking lot, he looks down at the badge that Connie gave him. The picture of him that was taken sits in the corner, along with the logo for Miss Sunshine’s. 

It’s the information that makes him tear up. 

Jack Abbot

Father of Nova LN

Phone number: (724)-129-1975

He wipes the tear as it falls. He was officially listed as Nova’s father in some capacity. He doesn’t take the fact lightly. It means the world. 

When Jack arrives at his house, Nova is still humming happily to the Bluey theme song. By now, she’s finished her Goldfish. Jack dusts the small crumbs from her lap and lifts her into his arms. 

He listens as she starts recounting her day to him. His phone buzzes from his pocket, and he checks it. 

My Girl💕

Hey, my car’s all fixed now. I’m about to head to your house.

Jackie💗

Sounds good, baby. 

Nova and I just got here. We’ll be waiting for you. Drive safely♥️

He kisses Nova’s cheek as he walks into the house. Setting her down gently, he kneels in front of her, “Hey, sweetie, you hungry?” 

“Mhmm, chikey nuggies, Dada.” 

Jack nods, “Okay, I got some Dino nuggies, you wanna help me put them on?”

Nova nods and slides from the couch to walk into the kitchen with Jack. She’s been to his house so much at this point that she’s memorized the layout just as well as your own apartment. 

Jack picks her up once they reach the kitchen and grabs the nuggets from the freezer. He lets Nova help him with setting the nuggets on the baking sheet before they both slide them into the oven. 

They both go back into the living room, where Nova walks to her toy box with Bun Bun. Jack glances over and finds her stacking blocks and talking to Bun Bun. 

He settles on watching baseball. 

Soon, he hears the sound of your car pulling into the driveway. 

“Mommy’s here, Nova,” Jack announces. 

Nova moves from her spot on the carpet and follows Jack to the door. “Mommy,” she chants on the way to the door. 

As soon as he opens the door, Jack moves to the side so that Nova can walk out to you. She starts to scream in excitement upon seeing you. 

“Mommy!” 

Her little body crashes into yours as you pull her into your arms. “Hi, my pretty girl. Did you have a good day?”

“Yes, mama. Dada, pick me up.”

“He did, didn’t he? Were you happy to see Daddy there?”

“Yes!” 

You carry her to the door where Jack is standing. He closes the door behind you, “I’m glad you’re here. Was everything okay?”

“Yeah, he said it was just one of my spark plugs. He’s one of my dad’s friends, so he cut me a family discount,” you explain. 

You set Nova down as she walks to go sit back on the carpet to play with her toys. Jack turns to face you and pulls your body into his. You slide your arms over his shoulder, where you play with the curls at the nape of his neck. 

“Thank you for picking her up today,” you said softly. 

“S’no problem, sweetheart. I’d do anything for either of you,” he responds, pulling your body flush to his. Jack leans down to press his lips against yours. Your lips move together as he slides his arms around your waist. The tips of his fingers toy with the edge of your dress. 

He pulls back and stares into your eyes, “God, you’re so beautiful, baby.”

“You think so? I’m really feeling the silver hair, Jack.” You lower your voice, “It’s turning me on a lot.”

Jack closes his eyes as the words hit him somewhere deep. 

“Let me take you out this weekend. Just you and me. We can ask Zara to babysit, or I can ask Robby. I think he’s dying for his opportunity to spoil Nova.”

You chuckle, “Yeah, I’ll see if Zara’s free.”

“Good, I can’t wait.” 

With that, he ushers you into the kitchen and checks on the chicken nuggets. He looks up at you, “You hungry? I have some leftover pasta that I can heat up for you.”

“Yeah, I’d like that. Thank you.”

You briefly glance back at Nova, who has managed to slide onto the couch and is now actively watching Bluey with Bun Bun sitting next to her.

You turn back to face Jack, who moves effortlessly through the kitchen to warm up the leftovers for you. You subtly clench your thighs together at how natural he takes on the role of providing for you and Nova. 

You can’t help the way that your eyes trail over Jack’s figure. You hadn’t been intimate with someone since finding out about being pregnant with Nova. Your trusty vibrator has been taking care of your needs for the year. 

However, since being with Jack, your body has been becoming more alive. Whenever he’d touch you or kiss you, you found yourself dreaming about it for days. 

It didn’t help the fact that he kept looking at you like he wanted to devour you. 

You weren’t ashamed to admit that you’d made yourself cum more times than you could count, at the thought of having sex with Jack. 

He was the first man that you actually wanted to experience this with. 

You’re unaware that Jack had caught you staring. He smirks and leans over the counter, you see something you like, honey?”

“Yeah, he’s a doctor. 5’9. Silver hair. Great biceps, and he’s amazing with my kid. You know anyone like that?” 

Jack laughs softly, “Yeah, honey, I think I’m familiar with him. He told me that he’s equally obsessed with you. You wanna hear another secret about him?”

You shake your head, and Jack beckons you forward. He drops his voice to a low whisper, “He really likes you, honey. A lot, and he spends every single minute at work thinking about you. The way that you smile. Your laugh. Those curls on your head. And then he tries to stop them, but then his thoughts become a lot less innocent when it comes to you. He starts to think about how soft your lips are and how sweet you taste when he kisses you. He starts to wonder how sweet you’d taste in other areas.” 

Jack licks his lips, and you can see his hazel eyes growing darker, “He also thinks about how pretty you’d look when you’re cumming. He bets that your moans would be so pretty, and you’d flood his mouth. He really wants to make you feel good, sweetheart.”

Your breath hitches in your chest as you can feel how wet your panties are between your legs. 

This man was going to be the death of you. 

Jack smirks at seeing how flustered and turned on you look, “I guess we can leave a pin in that till Friday. Food’s ready.” 

He casually plates pasta for you and slides it over to you while plating Nova’s nuggets for her. He calls the little girl over and places her in the seat next to you. 

He slides glasses of tea over to both of you, specifically putting Nova’s in her sippy cup. 

He watches you and Nova munch on your meals and smiles in satisfaction. You look up from eating your pasta and cover your mouth, “You’re not gonna eat?”

Feeling bold, Jack looks down at the fork in your hand, “You mind if I get some of your pasta?” 

You catch the teasing tone of his voice and laugh softly. “You want me to feed it to you?” 

“Please, I’d hate for us to dirty any extra dishes,” Jack reasons.

“We’d definitely hate for that to happen. Less dishes and all is better,” you conclude. 

You stab the fork in the pasta, making sure to get a good bite for Jack. You lift the fork to his mouth, while Jack slides his lips over the food. He keeps his eyes on you the entire time. 

Good Lord, this man was trying to kill you. 

At the conclusion of the meal, you and Jack wash dishes together while Nova sits on the counter next to you. She giggles loudly as Jack splashes bubbles in her direction. 

He wipes his hands off and pulls her into his arms, “You wanna go watch Bluey, kiddo?”

“Yes, Dada.” You, Jack, and Nova all settle together in the living room, while he puts it on Bluey. Jack pulls you to sit next to him while he throws an arm across your shoulder. Nova settles herself down in your lap, but throws her little legs on Jack’s lap. 

She’d gotten to the point where she felt that she needed to maintain some form of physical contact with you and Jack. Jack plays with your curls while keeping a hand on Nova. Not surprisingly, she falls asleep with her head curled into your stomach. She has the bottom of Jack’s shirt curled between her fingers. 

He looks down at her softly, “You know they gave me a badge today at the daycare? They put ‘Jack Abbot, Nova’s father.”

You glance at him, “Was that okay?”

“Yeah, more than. I told you, I’m all in when it comes to you and Nova. I know she’s not biologically mine, but she’s a part of me now. From the moment, she decided to pick me that night, she became my little girl. Seeing them put it down in print today just felt real, you know?” 

The light from the TV allows you to see the way that his eyes glisten. He blinks and a tears trails down his eye before you cup his cheek to wipe it away. 

You turn his face to yours, “It is real, Jack. Nova picked you for a reason that night. Even after the hospital, she picked you. You were meant to be her dad. There hasn’t been a moment where I’ve had to doubt how much you care about her.”

“I care about you too, honey.”

“I know you do, Jack. I’ve never had to doubt that either.” 

Jack moves carefully to not wake Nova and presses his lips to yours. You smile, “I should get her home.” Jack nods, but there’s a huge part of him that wants to ask you to stay. 

After he helps you strap Nova in, he hugs your body close to his. “Text me when you both make it home, okay?” 

“I will.” 

You both kiss one last time before he watches you drive out of his neighborhood. 

About twenty minutes later, his phone buzzes with a text from you. 

My Girl💕

We made it home safely. Nova’s all tucked in. 

Jackie💗

Is mommy all tucked in too?

My Girl💕

*image attached*

I’m all tucked in🙂‍↔️

Jack looks at the picture that you’ve sent him and the way that shirt hangs from your frame. He thinks you look like the most beautiful woman in the world.

Jackie💗

You’re killing me sweetheart.😩

My Girl💕

That’s the plan. 

Get some rest, Dr. Abbot. You have lives to save and I refuse to be the reason you can’t focus 

Thank you again for picking Nova up today

Jackie💗

Anytime, sweetheart

…and for the record, you’re always on my mind 24/7, and you’re never a distraction. 

Goodnight baby♥️

My Girl💕

Goodnight, Jack🥹♥️

It’s Thursday. 

Jack takes another sip from the stale coffee as it slightly burns the tip of his tongue. He leans against the desk, alongside Shen and Ellis. 

Shen takes another sip from his Dunkin’ coffee, to which Jack gags in distain. “That thing can’t be healthy for you, John. It’s nothing but sugar.”

Shen rolls his eyes teasingly while taking another drag out of the straw, “Calm down, Jack. It’s good for my soul.” 

Ellis chuckle from one of the computers as she finishes charting her note. They all revel in the calmness of the night as they all refuse to say the forbidden “Q-word” on shift. Though Jack thinks they’re just being superstitious, he definitely doesn’t want to test luck and say it either. 

He feels his phone buzzing from his phone and he slides it from his scrub pants. There’s a message from you. 

My Girl💕

Hey..so I know you may be busy, so feel free to ignore this if you are, but Nova had a really bad nightmare, and she’s crying a lot and asking for you. I told her that you’re at work, which only seemed to make her more upset. But if you’re free, could you give her a call?🫠

Jack frowns at his phone, which Ellis catches. 

“Everything okay, boss?” 

“Yeah, I’m gonna go make a call right now. My daughter just had a bad dream. You mind covering if anything comes up?”

Shen and Ellis both nod. 

“We got it. Go check on your little girl,” Shen started, ushering his to the door. Little does Jack know, they all watch him as he walks out and lifts the phone to his ear. 

Shen takes another sip of his coffee, “Ugh, it’s so cute seeing him like this. How long before he adopts her?”

“I’d give it about a year,” Ellis replies. 

Outside in the ambulance bay, Jack navigates to a quiet corner and starts FaceTiming you. You pick up after the first ring, and Jack immediately notices the distressed look on your face. 

“I’m sorry if you’re busy, Jack. She was really scared when I came into her room,” You said, rocking Nova in your arms. 

She quietly cries into your chest. Jack feels his heart breaking at seeing his baby so scared. 

“Baby, you don’t have to apologize. I’m never too busy for you or Nova. Call anytime,” Jack states, to which you nod. 

You look down, “Nova…your daddy’s on the phone, lovebug.” 

You hold the phone to her face so that she can see Jack. She pouts into the camera and her lip quivers, “Dada…”

“Hey, babygirl, what’s wrong? You had a bad dream?” 

“Mhmm Dada, it was scary. Monster and Dada was gone,” Nova explains, her voice still shaky with tears. 

“S’okay, baby. Daddy gets bad dreams too, but I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always be right here to protect you okay?” 

“Otay, Dada.” Nova said softly. Shen walks outside and catches the tail end of the conversation. 

“Hey,” He calls out to Jack. 

The other man turns to look at him, expecting to hear him say that there’s an incoming emergency. 

“Why don’t you go ahead and take the rest of the night off? Go be with your kid. I know how scary it was for my kids when they get them, and it sounds like she needs you a lot,” Shen suggests, rocking lightly on his heels. 

Jack is about to open his mouth to protest when Shen shakes his head, “It’s a dead zone tonight, Jack. Go home, we can hold down the fort until you get back.”

“Thanks, man.” 

“Don’t mention it.” With that, Shen walks back inside the Pitt. 

Jack looks back at his phone, “Nova, Daddy’s on his way over to be with you, okay sweetheart? I’ll be right there in a little bit.” 

“Otay, Dada. Love you.” 

“I love you too, baby,” Jack responds, just as you point the phone back to yourself. 

“We’ll see you in a little bit. Please drive carefully, okay?” He can see the worry present in your eyes.

“I will, baby. I’ll be there soon.” 

He ends the call and walks back in the hospital to go to his locker and grabs his backpack. He clocks out and is about to stop by the desk when everyone waves him off. 

The drive to your apartment isn’t long. He takes the elevator up to your floor as he comes to stand in front of you door. He knocks lightly and hear the soft pitter patter of your feet as you open the door. 

The large t-shirt covers your frame, along with the satin bonnet that contains your curls. Similarly to you, Nova wears a big t-shirt, a pull-up, and a small bonnet. 

Upon seeing Jack, she immediately reaches out for him. Jack pulls her into his arms and she curls into his chest. 

He kisses her covered hair and whispers in her ear, “It’s okay, babygirl. Daddy’s right here.” He starts rocking her in his arms and cooing at her softly. 

You close the door behind Jack, as you take his backpack from his shoulder. He follows you into your bedroom, where you’ve set up Nova’s night light that illuminates stars across the room. 

Toeing off his shoes, Jack stands in the middle of the room as Nova keeps his face buried in his neck. 

You walk into the bedroom and stand in front of Jack, “Thank you for coming.” 

“Anytime,” Jack affirms, leaning down to kiss you. 

The three of you climb into your bed as Jack settles Nova into his arms. He gently pats her back as she sleepily gazes up and you and Jack. 

“We’re right here, lovebug. We’re not going anywhere,” You tell her. You grab the stuffed rabbit from the side, “Look, Bun Bun’s even here.” 

“Sleep in here, mama?” Nova asks.

“Yeah, lovebug, you can sleep in here tonight. Do you want us to read you a story?” She nods, while tucking Bun Bun beneath her arm. 

You get up from the bed and go to the bookcase to grab, “Goodnight Moon.” You slide beneath the covers as you and Jack take turns reading the pages to Nova.

As the story continues, she blinks slower and slower until her breath finally evens out and her lashes flutter against her cheek. 

Jack is gentle with setting her down between the two of you. He sticks Bun Bun beneath her arm before leaning down to kiss her cheek. 

“Night, baby, Daddy loves you.” 

He finds you staring at him when he looks up. 

“You’re an amazing man, Jack.”

“Thank you. You’re an amazing mom.” 

“Thank you,” you respond. 

He stands from the bed and goes to grab his bag until you place a hand on his arm. “You don’t have to go, you can stay. Besides, it’s really late and I don’t feel comfortable with you driving back.” 

Jack laughs softly, “S’okay, sweetheart. I’m usually driving back this late anyways.”

You shake your head and move to stand closer, “I want you to stay, Jack.” He looks at the definitive look in your eye and knows that he could never tell you no.

“Okay, I’ll stay. Do you want me on the couch?” 

It’s your turn to laugh. “No, I want you in the bed with us. You’re more than welcome to go change in the bathroom.” 

Jack suddenly becomes hyperaware of his prosthetic in the moment. He shifts on his feet and looks down for a second. You obviously catch the sudden mood shift.

“Is something wrong?”

“Yeah…it’s just..uh..I have a prosthetic. It’s from a long time ago when I was in the army. There was an accident but we don’t have to get into all of that. I should have mentioned it sooner, but if you’re not comfortable—“ 

You hold a hand up, “That doesn’t bother me, Jack. Prosthetic or not, you’re still you. You’re still Nova’s dad and you’re still the man that I’m falling for. However, I can make you feel more comfortable, just let me know.” 

For a moment, Jack just stares at you. You can see his eyes softening even in the dimness of the room. He brings a hand up to cup your face, “Thank you, baby. Really, you don’t know how much it means to hear you say that.”

Jack’s been out of the dating scene for a while. He hasn’t had to have the conversation about his leg because the last woman who knew about it was his ex-wife. He’d always thought about if he started to date again, and how he would approach the conversation with his partner. 

There was always this slight inkling of insecurity and fear or being rejected or pitied. But here in this moment, you hadn’t made him feel like either those things. He didn’t feel less than. 

You made him feel whole. 

“I’ll just go change in the bathroom and then I’ll take it off when I come back,” he explains. 

You nod, “Okay, take your time. Feel free to use whatever you need.”

You walk back over to the bed and slide in beside Nova. Jack makes his way into the bathroom and changes into his spare t-shirt and boxers. He washes his face and brushes his teeth with one of your spare toothbrushes. He folds his scrubs neatly into his bag before walking back out into the bedroom. 

You sit up upon seeing him and smile gently. He sits on the edge of the bed and starts the process of taking off his prosthetic. 

You stand from the bed and enter the bathroom. You emerge with a warm towel in your hand and kneel to apply the clothe to the residual limb. You throw the towel into the dirty basket before walking back over to massage his leg.

Jack is about to stop you until he lets out a deep groan when you hit one of the spots that’s been aching. 

You glance at him, “My grandfather was a veteran. He served in Vietnam. Lost his leg up to his knee. My cousins and I would take turns helping him with stuff like this when we stayed with him during the summer.” 

Jack sighs in relief at the feel of your hands on him. After ten minutes, you finish your massage and you stand up in front of him. Jack pulls your face down to his as he claims your lips to his. You both kiss for a solid minute before you pull back. 

Jack’s lips ghost against yours, “Thank you.” 

“Anytime, handsome.” 

You walk over to the other side of the bed just as Jack slides beneath the covers. Once you’re both settled, you stare at each other through the soft light from the night light. 

You close your eyes and Jack can hear your breath even out. Soon, the sleepiness begins to tug at his own eyes. 

He looks over you and Nova one last time. 

Yeah, he’s definitely the luckiest guy in the world. 

He gets to spend the night with his girls.

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The day started off great, just as any other day would. You woke up to an empty bed, which was normal considering you were married to a damn lark. Terry always rose before the sun for whatever reason, but that never stopped you from getting your full eight hours worth of beauty rest.

You’d entered the kitchen to see your usual morning sight: Terry, shirtless and sweaty after his morning run. Though you tried to keep your footsteps soft, Terry and his super marine hearing sensed you coming from a mile away. He peered over his shoulder with his cloudy green eyes and flashed a rarely seen smile— well, rare to everyone but you— before scooping up the fresh cup of coffee he’d always have ready for you whenever you decide to grace the world with your presence.

Silently reminding yourself that it was too damn early to be horny, you kept your eyes above the neckline and accepted your cup of joe and one of many morning kisses. You spent the next ten minutes of leisure time as you normally did: Smiling at the sweet and expected gesture, giggling at the compliments and complimentary kisses that came along with your coffee, and squealing when Terry’s hands would roam and squeeze at some of his favorite parts of your body.

You’d left home some time later with a smile on your face as Terry always made sure you did, but just when you thought the exceptional morning meant your day would be perfect, here came your fucking boss.

Rude, loud, and disrespectful. Commanding and demanding the most ridiculous things as soon as the damn office opened. You’d always tried your best to stay respectful and hold your tongue when came at crazy, and today was no different. You’d just constantly remind yourself that this was your boss, and as much as you couldn’t stand her ass, you still loved your job and didn’t want to risk losing it over a boss doing what bosses do.

Then came your coworker Sandra, who also happens to be the bosses daughter. Rude and entitled much like her mother, Sandra always knew how to push just about everyone in the offices buttons, but for some odd reason yours were her favorite to push. You’d trained yourself not to give her the reaction she so desperately tried to get from you, but that still didn’t mean she didn’t get under your skin from time to time.

By the time the end of the day rolled around, Sandra and her mother had worked together to make today the day from hell. Two caseloads, another cup of coffee, and three near blowups later, you’d finally made it back home. The smile you once had on your face when you left was long and gone when you returned, and Terry noticed immediately. From his spot on the couch, he watched you toss your keys onto the kitchen counter and kick your shoes off much harder than necessary. Though your shoulders should’ve relaxed after the long breath you released, they remained tight and tense, telling Terry more than he knew you probably would.

You tended to shut down when frustrated, a bad habit that Terry had both picked up on and learned to remain patient with. However, knowing this wouldn’t stop him from coaxing as much information as he could out of you.

Terry pushed himself up from his seated position and began his path toward you. His long legs got him there in milliseconds, standing tall and protective in front of you. The crisp new wife beater he wore clung to his torso like you did when you would hug him and the dark grey sweats he wore hung low on his hips just how you liked it. His unintentional sexiness almost made you forget why you were mad. Almost.

He remained silent for a moment, watching intently as you looked everywhere but at him. Then, his left hand raised to your hip giving it a double tap with his index and middle fingers. You took that nonverbal command for what it was and finally looked up at him, his stormy eyes already meeting yours halfway.

For a second he still said nothing. He just stood still and examined your expression as much as you’d allow him to. The slight pout on your lips and semi-wet eyes told him enough, prompting him to finally speak.

“Talk to me.”

The words were simple, but when you have a day like you just had, it’s enough to damn near cause a break down. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from crying and lowered your head, shaking it just enough for the gesture to be noticeable.

“I’m fine,” you muttered, just loud enough for him to hear.

But you should’ve known that wouldn’t be good enough for him. You did know it wasn’t good enough for him. That’s why it was no shock when his hand came to cup your chin and gently forced your head up to meet his gaze again. There was silence once again from him as he scanned your face for another read. This time your mood was clear. Your face held a plethora of emotions. Frustration, anger, and a hint of sadness all at once.

“You’re not upset for nothing, Peach.”

The patience he had with you was evident in both his tone and the use of your pet name. He’d given it to you when the two of you had just began dating many years ago. He said the name reflected your personality and common mood. As sweet as could be. An alternative meaning for that nickname came a bit later in the relationship when the two of you had been intimate for the first time. He said the chosen name was perfect because you in the bedroom mirrored a Peach perfectly: sweet, sticky, thick, and pretty. But that was beside the point. The fact of the matter was that right now, your mood was anything but sweet.

A sigh slipped past your lips as you once again averted your gaze from his, afraid that he’d read too deep into you and cause you to break down in the middle of the living room. “It’s just work, T,” you muttered a tad bit lower than before. “Nothing serious.”

“I think it is serious if it’s got you this upset,” Terry argued. Not in an ill intended way. Just in a way that let you know he wasn’t buying the watered down story you were selling. Hand still cupping your chin, Terry nudged upward just a tad bit higher in an attempt to get your attention back on him. “Look at me.”

You reluctantly obliged and once again locked eyes with Terry, only this time, there was no reading. He’d already put it together. “Your boss?”

Just the mention of that bitch had you fighting the urge to roll your eyes, but to answer your husband’s question, you nodded.

“She frustratin’ you again?”

You mimicked your earlier action once more, nodding as you again bit down on your cheek. “Yeah, Sandra, too.”

Though your voice was barely above a whisper, Terry heard you loud and clear. He kept his stance just a few moments more before relaxing, his hands falling unoccupied at his side before they snaked around your waist. His thumb rubbed soothing circles around your lower back in an effort to get you to relax even a bit. Yeah sure, your boss and her gnat of a daughter pissed you off today. But you were home now, with him.

“You gotta stop doing that, Peach,” Terry murmured, arms wrapping tighter around you as he pulled you closer.

Now chest to chest, your dainty hands came to rest on his biceps. “Doing what?”

“Shutting down,” he elaborated, index finger drumming your hip. “You always shut down when you’re upset and you leave me out the mix. I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s goin’ on.”

You nodded in response, head lowering in shame. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“Mm-mm, don’t do that,” Terry hummed, immediately following up with a kiss to your forehead, then one to your cheek, then one to your jawline, then multiple to your neck as you giggled lowly. “I’m not mad at you, baby. I just want you to be happy. And I want you to be comfortable telling me when something is botherin’ you. Even if it’s not me, alright?”

With a nod and a muttered agreement, you took the time to appreciate Terry’s effort at getting you to open up. Although you appreciated it, that still didn’t remove the effects of today’s ware and tear from your body. You were still frustrated. Still annoyed. Still tense. But that wasn’t a problem for Terry. All he needed you to do was tell him what was bothering you. He was down to handle the rest.

And that’s what got you to where you are now.

Bare and hot on top of him, knees working overtime to keep you upright as you bounced up and down at the same breathtaking pace. Not too idle. Not too brisk. It was somewhere perfectly in between. Terry watched comfortably beneath you, hands folded and tucked behind his head as he remained still, careful not to disturb your rhythm.

Your bottom lip had to be tired of you biting it, but that seemed to be the only way you could keep your sounds under control and keep the two of you from receiving a noise complaint in a few hours time. Your hands assisted in keeping you steady with their resting spot being on Terry’s abdomen, fingers dragging through the creases of his abs when you felt them flex under the pressure of you repeatedly landing in his lap.

Tongue darting out to moisten your parched lips, you let a whine slip past the barrier you’d tried your hardest to build. “Terryyy…”

He looked up at you, expression stoic and emotionless besides the lust clouding his already piercing eyes. “What you callin’ me for? You doin’ that shit to yourself.”

Brows furrowed and mouth hanging ajar, you looked down to where the two of you connected. You watched your fluids pile up at the base of his phallus in near disbelief. Almost as though you couldn’t believe what you were making yourself do. Like him saying it out loud was what made you realize it. Even still, it was partly his fault. Nobody told him to have all that dick.

Another sound slipped past your lips, this time resembling more of a squeal as the angle of your hips made it nearly impossible for his throbbing tip to miss your spot. “Fuuuckkk!”, you slurred through a moan, head falling backward and eyes rolling to a close.

“Mhm, there you go,” Terry cooed while simultaneously reaching out to you, hand wrapping snug around your throat. “Keep that shit movin’. Just like that.”

The sudden air restriction caused you to gasp, hand coming up to wrap around Terry’s wrist. The grip you had on his hand matched the grip you had on his dick, your walls contracting around his girth at the depth of his voice and commands. There was something about the two of you being in a position where you had the opportunity to be in full control, yet Terry still finding a way to be in charge. Your body’s response to his commands showed exactly how you felt about them, your walls gushing with arousal.

Your internal temperature grew hotter with every passing minute, the aching in your legs contributing to your thermal increase. But unfortunately, that wasn’t stopping shit. You were gonna get your nut even if it meant riding this Harley until your legs gave clean out. Well, your third nut. Terry had already coaxed two out of you with that talented mouth of his, eating away half the frustration you’d returned home with. He left it up to you to ride out the rest.

“Fuck…why you so wet, Peach?” Fingers tightening around your throat, Terry bit down on his bottom lip as his free hand came up to strike your ass cheek. “Hm?”

There were so many answers to that question. Maybe because you had a fine ass man beneath you letting you use him for your pleasure with no consequences. Or maybe it was because you had a big ass dick invading the deepest part of you, pulsing and throbbing against your wetness to cause almost euphoric sensations. Or maybe it was just because you were in love. It didn’t matter which response was most fitting, because you couldn’t even muster up the strength to give him one.

Instead you peeled your eyes open, gaze immediately connecting with his. The two of you watched each other through different eyes: yours soft and submissive, his hard and dominant. “You so fuckin’ pretty.”

You moaned in response, stomach swarming with butterflies at him somehow always knowing what to say and when to say it. Eyes fluttering shut, your head had almost fallen back again before Terry’s hand moved to cup your jaw. “Mm-mm, keep them eyes on me.”

You obliged, eyes opening to find his. You watched as his lip found its way between his teeth again, his thumb stroking your cheek as soft as could be. Then the pad of his thumb found its way to your bottom lip, rubbing across it a few times. “Open…”

Following instructions with a submissive moan, your semi-parted lips opened wider to allow his thumb entry, and you made sure to give it a warm welcome with your tongue and lips. A slick thrust from below had your teeth nearly sinking into the flesh, but you’d managed to hold back before continuing to suck on his thumb.

“So beautiful…”, Terry muttered, watching as your eyes rolled to a close and you moaned around his thumb, the throbbing of his phallus causing your stomach muscles to tighten. “and so fuckin’ nasty.”

How could he say that when he was the one who made you this way? You can confidently say you had never been this nasty until you got with Terry. This motherfucker had you doing shit you would’ve never even thought to do with anyone else, but you’d be lying straight through your teeth if you said you didn’t love it.

He pulled his thumb away and you released it with a ‘pop’, then watched with doe eyes as he used that same saliva covered thumb to rub your clit in slow, sloppy circles. But you were the nasty one? Yeah, okay.

The new sensation caused a buck in your hips, a sound of louder pitch escaping your lips as your eyes did yet another roll inward. “Babyyy…s-shit!”, you whined as you tried to keep your pace through the tightening of your walls and flexing of your stomach muscles. The sensation omitted a groan from Terry, but nothing more than that as he kept his eyes trained on you.

It’s not that he wasn’t feeling good, because he damn sure was. It was just the fact that tonight was your night. Y’all could worry about him later. Right now, it was all about you.

“You look so good up there, Peach. You don’t even understand,” he cooed, tongue slowly protruding to wet his lips as he watched you slowly but surely unravel.

You’d call him a damn lie if you weren’t in your current position. You could just feel that you looked a mess. Hair puffy and wild, lips parched and dry, skin hot and tacky. Terry didn’t give a fuck. “Them hips, them thighs, your face…”, he murmured, the rotation of his thumb staying constant. “Can’t even keep your fuckin’ eyes open. I got you feelin’ good, huh, baby?”

“Yesss, oh my god!”, you squealed, head lolling back as your toes began to curl against the mattress.

Hissing at your sudden tighter grip, Terry’s brows furrowed a tad deeper. “Why you grippin’ me like that? Hm?” You knew the answer, and so did he. But your almost non-coherent words made it hard to give him one. “You finna cum? Is that what it is?”

You nodded frantically, the pace of your bounces starting to increase. “You gon’ cum for me, mama? You gon’ show me how wet you can get for me?”

“Y-yesss, fuck! I’m gon’ cum for you, daddy!”, you moaned, toes curling tighter as you grabbed his free hand and interlocked your fingers. The speed of his thumb started to increase to match the pace of your bounces, your sounds now being full on pornstar moans.

“Chase that shit then, Peach. Show me how wet this pretty pussy can get for me.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice because you already felt it coming. Nails clawing at his chest, your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth hung ajar as your walls closed as tight as they could. The groans omitted from him only assisted with your heavenly climax, thighs trembling as you tried your hardest not to wake the neighbors, though both you and Terry were sure you had probably already done that.

“There you go. Get what you need, pretty girl,” Terry cooed, thumb still rotating on your sensitive center even though your bouncing had come to a steady halt. “Let that shit out.”

Chest heavy with pants, you absentmindedly wound your hips against his thumb, riding out your high to its highest potential. When you were done, you and your throbbing center had had enough. Your hand had quickly found Terry’s, grabbing hold of his wrist. “Mm, fuck, okay…I’m tapped out,” you huffed through short breaths, pushing his thumb away from your now sore pleasure point.

You lifted yourself off of his length with a wince before collapsing back onto his chest. “You good?”

Fuck no you weren’t good. Your body may as well been filled with noodles. Your legs and back were as good as gone, and don’t even get started on your knees. “Don’t even think about touching me for the next two weeks.”