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The tension in the bedroom was intense but quickly eased during aftercare. It smelled of sweat and Jack’s sweet, sweet pheromones.
Left in their bedroom with marks left by his secret boyfriend, Robby, Jack watched as his alpha tried to calm himself and his boner. Despite it only being ten in the afternoon, they've already had a wild night. After a few moments, Jack slowly got up, and slid himself across the queen sized bed to get his prosthetic leg that was propped up against the nightstand. While quietly attaching it,Robby noticed his movement. Robby was exhausted— Today, with the Pittfest shooting and Landon’s drug secret, he really needed to rest both physically and mentally. The sex was amazing… though it was mostly because Jack offered him a drink and Robby decided to empty his remaining energy into him. Literally. Abbot’s pussy was filled up to the brim.
Jack limped away, his pelvis and leg still hurting a bit. The last thing he heard was Michael’s snores.
__ 🌅🏥 2 months later, 12th November, 2025
Jack went upstairs to see Robby on the roof again. It's the first time since two months ago. He was standing too close to the edge, more so than the last time they were both up here, staring down towards the lights of Pittsburgh that light up the surrounding area of the hospital.
“What happened this time?” Jack murmured, not scared, just... his usual self. They were both used to this, being a doctor for almost 30 years, it’s a perk of the job to get burnt out and have these kinds of issues. He couldn’t say he wasn’t worried for Robby, though.
“Another kid. Hit by a car by stupid drunk teenagers. His brothers too. The kiddo was 8.”
“God, if he were my kid, I wouldn’t.. I.. I would’ve supervised him. I wouldn’t let my teenage kids go to some party or..”
“Michael.” Robby was interrupted by Jack placing a hand on his shoulder, leaning closer to the railing where he stood.
“Just.. I don’t know really what to say, but the best thing you can do for that child is to talk to the parents and explain to the drunk teenagers-“
“Jack. Do you think I would be a good father?”
He doesn't reply. Not yet. He couldn’t think of anything to explain or say.
“Need something hard and cold today?”
“Jack, just.. I don't know. Go get changed into your shitty scrubs or something,” Robby turned around and walked away. Jack looked at his boyfriend with a somber look in his eyes, but at least he probably stopped another attempt. It had been a while since the death of a child in the Pitt, and it was made worse by reckless teenagers. It was like Jack’s veteran patient again. And Jack could definitely feel for his alpha.
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Around three in the morning, Jack had just finished tending to a patient who had cut her eye, when he started feeling nauseous. When he began to salivate excessively, the bitter taste of bile coming quickly after, Jack hurried to the staff bathroom. Could this have been from an illness that was just setting in? Maybe a stomach bug, the flu, or a more severe virus at the worst. But none of it made sense. His thoughts were cut short due to him throwing up again. The cool feeling of the tiles under Jack’s knees were barely able to be felt through his scrubs, though it was a stark contrast to the burning that plagued his throat.
Once the vomiting stopped, Jack slumped between the toilet and the wall, a labored huff of breath leaving him as he thinks. Robby’s cooking is usually… nice, so it couldn’t be food poisoning. His meals are usually very nutritious, due to his exhaustive shifts and his nature of being an omega, so Robby has made sure to take care of him. Though.. Jack did know that when he wasn’t home, Robby would eat those shitty frozen meals that didn’t cost more than a couple dollars from the supermarket. The alpha couldn’t hide it from him, he’s seen the containers in the trash at their home and in the staff room of the ED. In the midst of his thoughts, he hears someone entering the bathroom. He wanted to stand, but it was hard to move in his position.
“Uhhhh.. Jack?” It was Ellis and, god, Jack felt embarrassment ripple through him. He stood, awkwardly shuffling out of the stall to limp past Ellis so he could reach the sinks, before muttering a half-assed apology to the other omega.
Jack wiped his mouth of any remaining bile then washed his hands thoroughly. He exited the bathroom shortly after, slinking towards the front desk after he spotted Lena. Being the only alpha member on staff that was near him, Jack figured he’d get some advice. He approached the desk carefully, mind heavy with thoughts of his past heats. He was.. “Old”. Only in his fifties, but he hadn’t gone through menopause yet.
“Lena. Do you smell.. something sweet?” Jack tried to explain to the nurse, hoping that the sharp, sterile scent of hospital antiseptic didn't mask his sweet, honeylike pheromones.
The alpha sniffed her nose aggressively near Jack’s general direction.
“Yeah.. It’s faint, but you do have a sweeter smell… A heat coming at your age?” The nurse smirked. Jack frowned, feeling suddenly vulnerable under Lena’s gaze. But, to be fair, he was worried since he hadn't had his heat in two months. With a scoff, he brushed off the charge nurse’s comment while wearing back his scent blocker after taking it off for the alpha, pretending to not be affected by it.
“Abbot, need some help over here!” Shen called him to Trauma Room 1, leading Jack to sprint to Shen’s side, where a gunshot victim awaited them.
After the patient was sent to the operating room, Jack took off his bloodied paper scrubs and put a hand on Shen’s shoulder.
“John. I’m gonna need you to take care of the ED for me. I have something urgent that needs my attention.. now." Before Shen could argue about him only just becoming an attending, Jack was already on his way out the door.
While not his best work, Jack swiped a pregnancy test from the MedStation drawer, before taking up a somewhat empty room, as it did contain a patient waiting to be taken into a viewing room. But this is the Pitt, there’s hardly any room for living bodies. He hurriedly closed the curtain, before going through the motions of setting up the wash basin. Jack’s heart pounded in his chest as he spread his legs and kept a tight grip on the stick. He certainly didn’t have a dick and couldn’t control his stream well, but he was a war veteran and had some sense of aim.
After ten minutes of muddled thoughts, two red lines caught Jack’s attention. He had figured he was immune to surprises after his time in the military and healthcare system, but the pregnancy test made his chest constrict and heart pound. How the hell was he going to tell Robby? That was.. If he even told Robby. If he kept the baby, how would the night shift survive without him and the day shift without Robby? The air in the barely isolated “room” of the hospital felt stale, thick with unspoken scenarios.
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Time went by quickly despite the lasting shock of the test results. Jack’s worries were barely soothed once he spotted Robby walking into the department from his donorbike, but the relief was replaced with a looming anxiety soon after. They shared a gentle look, leaving a sense of longing between the two, before Robby murmured to Jack that he should get home to get proper rest. However, Abbot didn’t leave, instead sneaking towards the roof. Climbing the stairs, soft drink in hand, his demeanor stiff. Since he doesn’t typically consume junk food or drinks, it caught Robby’s attention when he saw the omega head to the roof, so he took the time to follow after him, keeping a close eye on Jack’s body language.
Jack sat down on the staircase, mindful of his prosthesis. He gulped down most of the soda within barely a few minutes and then noticed Robby’s worried gaze fixed on him.
“Jack, are you okay? What happened during yourshift?” Even if it’s gruff, Robby’s voice always seemed to comfort him, especially whenever he was sick or in the midst of his heat. It relieves a very specific itch in his brain, just part of being an omega.
“Was it a patient …or?”
“It’s not the patients, I-I’m fine,” Abbot kept his composure, throwing the can into the trashcan down the stairs with precise aim. His murmur was unstable as he addressed Robby, and the alpha could clearly see through his mask.
Robby gazes longingly at Jack, before a murmur rumbles low in his chest. “You look a bit pale.”
“Is it the flu?” He tries to feel for the omega’s temperature by feeling Jack’s forehead, but his hand gets quickly swatted away by the other.
“I’m pregnant.” It feels sickening to admit it out loud and to Robby, even through a gentle whisper. Jack tried to stand, but his knees locked up, leading him to trip over himself. Thankfully, Robby the ever attentive alpha had caught him before he could fall, but something was wrong. When Robby looked down to Jack as the omega’s brown eyes glistened with forming tears, he felt his heart twist in his chest. Poor thing, Jack looked pitiful. A once strong man with a sure attitude was now reduced to hot tears slipping down his cheeks while held in his alpha’s arms.
After kissing Jack aggressively on the walls of PTMC, he was left wordless. All his life, especially after the death of Adamson, he thought it was just a loop of sorrow and anxiety in the Pitt. His only life support, his only reason to live was because of Jack. His omega. His omega who was the same as him, hopeless and just surviving, but now, now he had a new goal, to survive long enough and to make damn sure his omega and child would never worry about him, and to make sure his child would have a fulfilling life ahead.
“Holy shit,” Robby huffed, exasperated.
“You’re actually carrying my baby.”
“Ktantonet shli, ani adag shchayech yehiv mil'im betikva, bitchon, ahava, hizdamnuyot, chum, tzchok, mishpacha, shiurim, gava, amon, ki et kver achsav hakel beshvili. ama shlach vani ohavot otech, meud meud. (My little one, I will make sure your life will be full of hope, safety, love, opportunities, warmth, laughter, family, lessons, pride, trust, because you are everything to me already. Your mother and I love you, very very much).” Robby whispered in Hebrew to the flat, still muscular abdomen of his omega. Jack immediately rolled his eyes and tried to swat his boyfriend off.
“Oh for fucks sake Micheal, stop kneeling, and the baby is the size of a pea.”
Robby gave a final kiss before standing up and kissing Jack’s lips again to quiet the omega’s hissing.
“I’m going to make fucking sure I will not harm anyone- and myself again and to protect you now,” Robby growled, his alpha instincts starting to go overdrive. Jack can tell he’s going to have an interesting time handling Robby’s ..eccentric paternal instincts.
The door opened as Dana was shouting for Robby.
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That night, Robby got to leave an hour early, meaning he could get just a little more time with his omega at their shared apartment.
Jack was still sleeping, his soft snores adored by Robby as the alpha now found Jack’s every move more fascinating than usual. He was head over heels in love and every moment between them felt euphoric.
Sensing his alpha’s presence and musky scent, Jack opened his now bleary eyes to encounter a kiss from Robby.
“Mmmh.. I gotta go to work,” Jack slowly stood up.
“Shhh.. I left an hour early,” Robby got into bed next to Jack as the omega looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand.
Jack looked down at his boyfriend’s bulky arms around him and he knew Robby was desperate for cuddles, so he slid behind into Robby’s body.
Robby began to dream. Dream about their child, playing in the garden, plucking dandelions for their mother. And Abbot would look beautiful, his salt and pepper hair mixed with the sunny-yellow dandelions as the sunlight caught each strand perfectly, making him glow.
Or maybe at the beach making a sandcastle. And slowly, without realising, he drifted to sleep, hands cradling Jack’s abdomen. The omega tried to slip away but it was impossible with his stump of a leg and the weight of Robby’s grip, so he just accepted his fate and felt his alpha snuggle him closer.
Jack did eventually manage to escape Robby after the man was fast asleep, and as he limped away after putting on his prosthesis, he could only think about the future ahead of them. On the way to PTMC, he found himself cradling his stomach, the night’s events acting as a soothing balm on his worry-addled mind, letting him focus on the future ahead of him.