Moonlight

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Contains smut!!! Everything in bold is smut so you guys can skip over that if you would like to!

After a long, tiring day of work, I come home to an empty house. I toss my keys and purse on the table. I walk into Jack and I's bedroom.

My scrubs are covered in baby puke and sweat. My hair was in a nice and neat bun when I left this morning, now it's a tangled mess. This isn't out of the ordinary from my usual attire. The girls tire me out on their own!

After the twins turned two, I went to college and studied nursing. Now, I am working at my dream job, being a neonatal intensive care unit nurse. Which in non-medical terms, means that I take care of the premature babies all day long! Don't get me wrong, it's fun and all, but those tiny babies can still make a mess as big as a normal infant.

I look at myself in the mirror, I look like a hot mess. I carefully pull my top over my head and throw it in the washing machine. I try to do the same to my pants, except that this stupid cast is getting in my way! I sit on the edge of the bed and carefully pull my leg out of my pant leg. I throw my pants in the washing machine too.

I stare at the various claw marks and bullet wounds that scatter my chest and stomach. Most of them have healed nicely, although some still appear fresh. I've lost count of how many I have, but I could definitely point out who caused them. I'm very thankful that the girls don't have to go through any of that.

I also stare at my imperfect body riddled with stretch marks and wrinkles on my stomach and hips. It amazes me that I was able to carry two perfectly healthy girls, especially after the trauma my body has been through. I've been stabbed, thrown, hell I've even been shot and after all that, my body can handle growing and nurturing babies. Supernatural babies at that!

Just as I'm about to change, I hear the front door close. I peek my head out the door frame, seeing Jack walking through the front door.

"You're home early, what are you doing here?" I ask, walking out to chat with him. My boot clicks everytime I walk.

"Max said something about a family emergency, so he just closed early." He replies.

"I hope it's not Juliet again, she's already had cancer once." I reply.

Juliet, Max's wife, had breast cancer last year. I hope she doesn't have it again, she already went through enough the first time.

Jack's gaze falls on my body, his eyes widen as he licks his lips. What's gotten into him?

"Yeah, um, not that I'm complaining, but why are you in your underwear and bra?" He asks.

"Oh, I had to get out of my scrubs, I'm filthy." I reply. He smirks.

"So filthy." He whispers, eying my body. I smirk and walk closer to him.

"Babe... babe, I need to shower." I mumble in between kisses. "I smell like rubbing alcohol and spit-up."

"It's okay, shower later. I don't mind how dirty you think you are, I love you for you." He replies, resting his forehead on my forehead for a moment. Lust flows off of his body.

I place my hands on his chest and reach the buttons on his shirt. My impatience takes over when instead of unbuttoning his shirt, I rip the buttons off. Buttons fly all over the room, once it's draped on his shoulders, he tosses it aside. He smirks, I don't think he was expecting me to do that.

He looks down at me and presses his soft lips against mine. His hands grip my ass, I place my hands on his warm chest. He grabs ahold of me and places me on the marble island in the kitchen. His hips center between my legs.