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seven years

Pairing: Jack Abbot x wife!Reader

Summary: Whitaker learns about you and Jack in an unexpected post-shift ritual.

warnings: language, slightly suggestive at the very end, jack the loyal man, mentions of cheating (not Jack), grammatical error, no beta read.

author's note: a blurb that turned into a fic wow

“Are you sure i’m not intruding your ritual?” Whitaker said to you, sitting beside Jack across from Robby, who sits beside you. Albeit the tiredness seeping into his bones, he’s still slightly intimidated that you offered him to join you for your usual post-shift dinner, and now sitting in a booth with three attending, he can feel the silence stabbing at him.

You huffed at him, leaning your head slightly to rest Robby’s shoulder, “please, this guy thinks he’s going crazy if he thirdwheel again, so trust me, you’re not intruding anything.” you can feel Robby’s chuckles, his hand pushing your head slightly from his shoulder.

“You’re heavy.” you mock hurt from his statement, shoving his shoulder away. You faced Jack, “did you hear what your boyfriend said to your wife, Jack?” you said dramatically.

Whitaker, as if being reminded that you are indeed married with the attending beside him, suddenly sat up straighter, “oh shit. I mean- I’m sorry, but do you wanna switch places with me? I’m sorry I wasn’t thinking and just sat down beside dr. Abbot,”

You chuckled at him, stopping his rant before he actually stand up “nah, don’t worry about it,” he nodded at you, shoulder slumping down.

“He doesn’t bite. Don’t worry.” Robby quipped beside you, making you laugh. Before Jack can retort something at his friend, the waitress approach your table with four coffee, putting one in front of you each. After you list off the usual for the three of you, you looked over at Whitaker expectantly, waiting for him to mention his order.

He shakes his head, “i’m good with coffee, i’m gonna cook later.” Jack, sensing that he thinks he’s going to pay for himself cuts Whitaker off, “never decline free food, kid.” Whitaker looked between you and Jack, you nodded at him, encouraging him to order for himself. “Uh, i’ll have the burger too, please.” he said to the waitress who nods and walked away with your orders.

“Thank you, really, you guys don’t have to,” Whitaker said to no one in particular, Robby chuckles, “just don’t go listening to Myrna’s whims again” Whitaker winced, being reminded of his earlier encounter with her.

“She asked about you again, you know,” you nudged Jack’s leg with yours, Jack grumbled lifting his coffee to his lips to take a sip. “Asked me if i’m already fed up with you or not,”

“Have you?” Jack said, smirking at you. You pretend to ponder before nudging his leg once again, “I said if I am indeed fed up with you, Robby got dibs on you,”

“Spending my life with him sound hellish, actually,” Robby said, leaning back. Jack points at him, “mind you, i’m heavenly to live with.”

“Yeah, right” Jack looked at you narrowly, no malice whatsoever behind it. “You literally almost cried missing me when I went to that talk with him, saying that you hated him ‘cause he got to spent the weekend off with me,” his chin jutted towards the man beside you.

“Trust me, the text you sent me was pure hatred,” Robby added. You shoved his shoulder away again, “you suck.” followed by a laugh from him.

“Dr. Abbot, can I ask you something?” whitaker speaks up, earning a questioned look from both you and Jack, “i mean the female dr. Abbot, sorry,”

You want to emphatize with the way he’s still so scared of the three of you, if only you didn’t find the way he said that was almost comical, but you give him a look to tell him to continue.

“How did the two of you-” he started, eyes darting between Jack and you, “-you know, get together,” Robby laughed, boisterous and loud. You catch Jack’s eyes, you wanna take this one? He shakes his head, he always understand what you wanted to say, after all.

“I like him, he likes me back, we get together, boom, seven years” you oversimplified it to Whitaker, who still looks at you mouth still slightly agape, wondering if you’re joking or not. Robby puts an arm on your shoulder, “I take full credit on this two,” you jokingly lift his hand away, but leaned your head on his shoulder “ugh. A fact i’m both regretting and thankful every damn day.”

Whitaker looked at you and Robby in silence, looking at Jack through his peripheral vision as if asking him are you okay with this? You know that look all too well, “he’s my neighbor like ages ago, we hang out like almost every day until one time this guy-” you nodded towards Jack, “- comes over all charming and I was like, yeah I don’t wanna be friends with him. Oh, and if you’re asking if he’s okay with me being like…this with Robby, trust me I can’t be friends with him if I ever find him attractive”

“Same by me,” Robby added beside you, you gasped at him, “you telling me i’m not attractive?”

“That’s what you just said about me,” he groaned, you looked at Jack “you heard that? I’m not attractive for him,” Jack smirked at you, leaning back “eh you bring that on yourself,” realizing Whitaker still hasn’t said anything, Jack asked him, “that answers your question? Or are you asking why? ‘Cause I ain’t glazing my wife in front of you if that’s what you’re asking, she’ll put it over my head later at night,” Whitaker nodded his head in silence, pulling on his coffee cup.

“Glazing?”

“What the hell is that vocab?”

You and Robby said at the same time, making Jack shrug, “what? I keep up with the kids”

You were about to retort something about his music taste when the waitress walked over to your table with your meals, and if you weren’t really hungry you might’ve just mock him anyway. A wave of thank you’s and enjoy later, the four of you are enjoying your meal in silence.

You were finishing up on the last of your fries when Robby leaned closer and half-whispered “that’s the girl who hit up on Jack last time we went here,” he said as he slightly nudged his chin towards the door, looking at the three girls entering the threshold.

“Which one?” you said excitedly, Jack never give you any reason to feel jealous at all, so when someone actually hit up on your man, it’s more of an entertainment for you. “The one with the yellow cardigan-” he called out to Jack before continuing “don’t turn around, but that’s the girl who asked for your number the other day,”

Jack and Whitaker instinctively turned around, making Robby groan, the girl in question looked over at your table, a recognition struck her face as she walked over to the four of you with confidence in her stride.

With a smile on her face, she greeted both Jack and Robby with a wave before turning her body towards Jack, “sooo….?” Jack shakes his head away, an annoyed look at his face, he raised his left hand, showing the ring on his finger. With a whispered ‘damn’ she walked back to her table.

You kicked Jack’s leg, a smile on your face, “You didn’t tell me someone hit up on you!” Jack groaned, “I told you like the moment I arrived at home?” Jack said as he caught your feet, putting in on the side of his thigh, patting a soft rhythm on it.

“No, you told me, someone asked if you’re single or not, that’s like totally different.” you looked over at Robby, silently asking him to tell the story, Robby swallowed the last of his fries before starting.

“We’re in this same booth actually, but Jack was facing the door and that girl was with a different group, she came up to us, didn’t even ask for our names, just went over to him and ask if he’s single and ask for his number in like, a single breath-”

“She didn’t ask for my number man, don’t add stuff up,” Jack cuts Robby’s story off.

“She actually asked your number, if you’re not half-dead maybe you’ll actually hear it,”

You know Jack is going to retort something so you lift your hand to tell him to wait, before turning back to Robby, still grinning in excitement, “continue,”

“You’re way too happy for someone who’s husband is getting flirted with” Jack said with a half-groan.

“Hey I’ll have you know my husband happened to be a very good-looking man with a charming air around him, even a ring on his finger is not gonna stop girls from hitting on him,” you replied without missing a beat.

Seven fucking years. Seven fucking years of being with you, and he still blush when you say things like that so off-handedly, like you’re just stating off a fact.

“Can I actually finish my story, it’s literally just one sentence left,” Robby chimes in, you pull back your attention to him, nodding.

“Okay so, like in a single breath, quite a feat really, and then this dude straight up cut her off saying ‘sorry-” sorry i’m married, yeah you know what he’s going to say, but Jack cuts him off once again.

“I didn’t say sorry, mind you.”

“-oh yeah, just straight up ‘i’m married’-” Robby nods after getting reminded, “- then she went ‘like married married or just married’”

“Yeah like that means something, so I said, ‘whatever language you’re speaking, i’m married’” Jack finishes off Robby’s story, you stare at him.

“You didn’t even say sorry?!”

“Why should I? I’m not sorry for being married to you,” he said that as if he’s practiced that words over and over again.

If earlier was his blushing moment, now was yours.

You give him a small smile, he reciprocates it by squeezing your ankle. The small almost minuscule moment between the two of you are broken off by Whitaker.

“You’re not even jealous?” he’s seen Santos almost throwing hand when someone hits on her partner the other day, so seeing the two of you like this is almost weird to him.

Robby scoffs, “this two doesn’t have a single jealous bone in their bodies,” you shrug, “he never gives me reason to be jealous, he loves me wayyyy too much” you say, your tone held a slight tease to it.

“Damn right,” jack mutters.

“Beside, he has like zero game, I seriously am the one who asked him out while he sulked,” he gives you leg a slight pinch, not enough to even hurt you, just enough to tell you hey without even saying it out loud.

Robby stands up, stretch a little, “well, i need to pee, it’s my turn to pay too” he asked the two of you. Whitaker stands up suddenly, “uh, thank you, again, but I also need to-” the last part wasn’t heard as he sped up to run to the restroom.

“Thanks man,” you and Jack said at the same time, as Robby walks away to pay.

“Just when you think we couldn’t be more married, we do shit like that,”

“I’ll gladly be even more married to you-” now that it’s just the two of you, he’ll gladly be as sappy as he wanted to be. “-You meant what you said?”

“The part where you have zero game? Or the part where you love me too much?” you give him a smirk, he groaned.

“I do. I trust you with my life, y’know. I mean yeah sure you can have someone prettier than me, and maybe better than me, but one that can stand your ass? That’s just me, hon”

“Two wrong does make a right, and i do love you, wayyyy too much” he said the last part mimicking your tone from earlier. You nudged his thigh before dropping it down to exit the booth.

“I’m not gonna kiss you if that’s what you want,” you said to him, now standing in front of the diner.

“Damn, romance is dead.” Jack gives you his trademark smirk, one that makes you fall head over heels for him all those years ago.

You stand on your tiptoes, putting your lips beside his ear, whispering “if I kiss you now i’m just gonna taste the fries and i want to taste you when I kiss you,”

Jack puts an arm around your waist, holding you close. “Rude. we’re waiting for Robby and Whitaker and you decide to play foul.”

You put your arms around him, snuggling closer, “i’m just stating the fact,”

“We-”

As if on cue, Robby exits through the door, Whitaker following behind him, he sighs looking at the two of you, “Whitaker’s place on my way, see you two lovebirds tomorrow,” Jack nods at him.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow,” you said giving him a wave, watching both him and Whitaker’s back moving away from the both of you.

You turned your head at Jack’s, “you were saying?”

He leads you to start walking with a hand on the small of your back, “we still have a five minute walk, i’m seriously expecting that kiss,-” he leans even closer to whisper, “-also, do you know how hard it is to walk with a hard-on?”

You laughed as you shove him in his stomach, he smiled at the way you laugh at him, oh the things he’d do to see you like this over and over again.

Seven fucking years and not even for a second the love ever dims.

#jack abbot x reader #dr abbot x reader #dr abbot recs

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