Jack Dawkins One Shots

What? (PSR)

I headed into the theatre holding my dress to keep it off the floor and I saw Jack looming over the operating table. I knew the weight of it all was weighing heavily on him and I had been doing my best not to labour him more.

"Jack," I spoke up 

He stiffened up a little and adjusted his waistcoat a little "I uhh- sorry"

I went over and loomed behind him a moment "Jack. Don't torture yourself." I told him wrapping my arms around his neck and shoulders and resting my head against his back "That's my job" 

He chuckled a moment holding my hand in his own "And you do love your job" 

"I'm good at it"

"You practice often"

"You shouldn't worry yourself," I told him "You'll hurt your brain"

"I know y/n. I know" He nodded giving my hand a kiss before he turned to face me "I just can't help it"

"Would you like a cup of tea?"

"No, get yourself to bed. You should have gone up hours ago" He said kissing my head before going to sort things out around the room

"You know I don't like going up without you. It worries me" 

"I know." he muttered

"Are you going out again tonight?"

"Not tonight no." 

"I know you're worried but you shouldn't keep yourself worrying about everything"

"I can't." He said, "I can't sleep, not with... everything."

"It's not going to go away if you stay up all night Jack." I said "Come to bed with me, Please"

"Maybe later," He said "I'm sorry y/n I really am, everything's just hitting like a tone of bricks, everything going on the appointments, the gang, the fucking cops, keep feeling like I'm going through a bloody storm, I get a moments peace but it's just the eye of the storm with no end in sight everything just dogpiling me I don't know how much more I can deal with," He said

I felt awful, and my heart sunk to my stomach, I had held this secret so long now... for fear of worsening the load he already carried but I couldn't hold it a moment more afraid he'd be gone again for surgery tomorrow morning and out all night again and who knows when I'd see him. 

"Jack I'm pregnant" 

The moment the words left my lips I felt a great weight had been lifted but I knew immediately where it went. He had been fixing some of his tools and immediately froze up.

"What?" he asked the broken sound in his voice 

"I'm pregnant Jack." I told him "I- I'm so sorry."

"Sorry? What on earth are you sorry for?"

"Because... this is the last thing we need. with everything going on, all the work you have to do, all the troubles we face, the last thing we need is a whole other problem on top of everything especially not something like-" I began tears flooding down my cheeks but my words were stopped as he took my hands softly he wiped my tears and kissed the top of my head firmly and slowly inhaling my hair as he did "I'm so sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry about. I'm happy"

"You are?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" he smiled stroking my cheeks "How long have you waited to tell me?" 

"A few months" I giggled

"Okay" He smiled "Now you really need to get to bed then."

"Only if you come with me"

"I suppose that's fair" he nodded 

"You're sure you're not angry? given everything else you need to deal with?"

"Not at all y/n. I'm thrilled. Guess It means I for sure I have something to fight for, with our little one coming"