Imaginatia: Various x Reader

Breakable - 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙺𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢

A/N: Hi again! Been quite a bit, hasn't it? I've always loved Jack, but I'm in an especially Jack-y mood right now, so without further ado...

"Ey! What's all this?"

Oh, Jack! I'm so glad you could make it!

"Yeh...make it to what, exactly?"

Why, Imaginatia, of course! You see that pretty reader over there?

"Oh! I most def'nitly did not! 'Scuse my manners, Miss. And what would a lovely lady such as you be doin' in a place like this?"

She's here for the fanfiction! You get to be together!

"Well, I can't say I would mind that!" *waggles eyebrows*

Ahem! Jack, do you mind? I'm attempting an imagine here.

"Ah, yes. Apologies. Continue."

I hated that I couldn't be with Y/N. I hated that she was in any kind of agony that I couldn't remedy. And I hated that it was my fault.

Y/N had been in labor for 12 hours with my kid...my "illegitimate" baby that her family had disowned her for having. I felt awful about that too. Not to mention I was absolutely terrified of being a father at the age of 18. I was sure we'd been so careful, done everything we could to prevent any surprises. But as scared as I was, there was no way I was leaving Y/N alone with my kid. I loved her more than I'd ever known anyone could love anybody else in the history of ever.

At another blood-curdling scream from Y/N, I lost it. Marching up to the midwife's nurse, I pleaded with her, begging to be by Y/N's side.

"Please, ma'am, you don't understand! That's my kid! That's my girl! Please just let me in, I'll do anything!" Y/N screamed again and it broke my heart.

"I'm sorry, darling, but I can't let you in. Midwife's orders." I kicked a nearby chair angrily, wincing at the pain in my toe, and paced the room, wincing every time I heard Y/N in pain. It killed me that I wasn't in there.

I'd taken Y/N to the church when her water broke, knowing one of the nuns could help us out. I'd had no clue what to do, but Davy (bless his soul) had given me some basic instructions and I'd followed them blindly, trusting his infallible reason.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, I heard the midwife call for her nurse, saying the baby should be there in just one more push. The reality of what was happening was just beginning to hit me.

Who was I to be a father? God knows I'd barely even had one growing up, so what made me qualified? And I felt this wave of pure guilt, for taking Y/N away from her family and for not being able to give her the life she deserved. Who'd want to spend the rest of their life with some poor kid barely able to scrape together enough cash for himself, let alone a family? My insecurity began to swell and I felt the urge to run away for the good of Y/N, but then the Midwife came through the door with a small bundle of blankets in the crook of her arm.

"Jack? It's a boy!" The midwife smiled at me, offering me the small bundle. "Would you like to hold him?" My eyes widened, and I took a step back, beginning to shake my head. But then, I caught a glimpse of the kid's face, all nestled in the blankets. Shakily, I held out my arms. The midwife gently placed the baby in the crook of my elbow. I'd be lying if I said my heart wasn't racing out of my chest, but as I looked at my son, every doubt I'd ever had dissolved.

He was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, besides Y/N and so tiny and delicate he barely felt real. Suddenly, I was very worried I'd break him. He must have noticed my unease, for he began to cry.

"No! No, please don't cry!" I reached out my finger to him and he wrapped his tiny hand around it. All at once, I was overcome with this wave of love, unlike anything I'd ever experienced. "Shh, it's okay! Your daddy's here!" Wistfully, I thought of growing up without my own father and I resolved never to leave this kid alone. "And he always will be," I whispered to him, my eyes welling up. "How is she?" I asked the midwife as I held the baby as tenderly as I could.

"She's doing well. She has a slight fever, but she should be better in the morning."

"Good," I responded, looking back into my son's eyes. They were Y/N's. "Ey, you treat her kind, okay, kid? Your muddah is the most beautiful and kind and smart and sensitive woman in the whole world and we're both so lucky to have her."

We named him Tommy. Tommy Kelly.