Jack Dawkins One Shots

It's not fair...

I finished up with surgery heading back into the prep room slipping off my apron and hanging it up on the hook before I walked across the room washing my hands in the small basin. As I dried my hands I heard the prep room door open I glanced over expecting to see Hetty or perhaps Sneed but the moment my eyes met her I smiled so widely. There she stood, dressed for the day in her little blue slippers, white cotton stockings, her long white cotton dress, her deep blue dress coat with many pleats and buttons down her chest but even so she couldn't do all the buttons up as it was impossible to do up over her swollen stomach leaving her white dress exposed, her sweet Y/H/C hair in a little braid down her back and her Y/E/C eyes meeting me with a gentle tired smile.

I wanted to cry she looked so cute!

"Look at you," I cooed, "You look like you're about to pop."

"I feel like I'm about to pop." she chuckled,

"Come here," I smiled taking her into my arms and stroking her stomach, "You look so beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, captivating, the most ravishing lady in the world,"

"You're just overexcited." she smiled,

"Of course, I'm excited to finally meet our little one."

"I think you just like seeing me pregnant,"

"Humm I admit, I do... enjoy the sight of you like this." I smirked, "Oh your swollen womb pushing out your stomach and stretching your skin, as you carry our little baby, feeling our little one growing and developing." I smiled stroking her baby bump and feeling the kicks, "Aww he's kicking?!"

"Kicking away again must be happy to see his daddy,"

"Well, daddy's very happy to see him and mummy too," I smiled giving her baby bump a bunch of little kisses, "How are you feeling?"

"Large. Swollen. In pain." she complained,

"I know Y/n, I know. But it won't be long till our baby comes." I smiled, "I am having the nurses sort my old room upstairs so you and I can start staying here,"

"I don't want to stay here Jack, I want to be home. In our little house, our little bed, so we can cuddle up by the fire while we wait for our little one."

"I know, I know that's what you want, and I want you to be home cosy in our bed too. But it's not safe. You go into labour while I'm here by the time someone gets to me and I get to you so much could have gone wrong." I explained, "I can't leave you on your own when you're this far along,"

"So I have to be shoved in an attic," she pouts,

"Well, you can have my old room? or you can have a hospital room? You need to be here where I can check up on you, where I can keep an eye on you, and where I can be close to take care of you Y/n,"

"Alright..." She slightly whined, "So long as it's best for baby."

"Well, I want it to be best for you too. for you and for baby." I kissed her sweet little forehead,

I turned over and sat myself up hearing my back crack and click as I did, I wasn't used to this bed again. I had learnt to become far used to our big cosy bed at home, and now back in my old bed, I wasn't getting much sleep. Didn't help I constantly put my hand on Y/n's stomach making sure everything was as it should have been. And she had been kicking me out of bed. Not on purpose, she's just grouchy from being pregnant and not being very comfortable in the bed either. I don't mind, if she has to push me off and kick me onto the floor so she and baby can be comfy, I'll happily sleep on the floor. Honestly, the floor might be more comfortable than trying to share a single old hospital bed with my pregnant wife. But I got up and got some clothes on as quietly as I could, and once dressed I knelt on the bed beside Y/n and stroked her beautiful Y/H/C hair running my hand down her pale skin in her white cotton nightgown. I stroked across her bump feeling tentative so as not to wake her her bump had dropped in the night, and it wouldn't be long a few days at most until her labour began. I didn't bear to wake her, let her rest while she still could. I kissed her bump softly right around where the baby's head lies, and then kissed her own forehead inhaling the scent of her Y/H/C hair before I pulled back. I didn't want to go, I wanted to stay and comfort her in my arms, but I knew there was so much work to do. So I climbed out of bed and moved silently out the door leaving the door open a crack to not risk the sound waking her, and in case she needed anything nurses would be able to hear her.