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“Hey, you.” Jack smiles, walking into the apartment after a long night shift, pulling you into his side with a soft smile, a kiss to your temple. “How was your night?”
“Long. Robby’s still asleep. Figured I’d cook him breakfast.” Jack gently grabs your hands, pulling your fingers away from your cuticles, which you had been picking at. He doesn’t mention it, leaning down to give you a soft kiss.
“What did these two old fucks do to deserve you, hm?” He smiles.
“Be kind.” He smiles and kisses you again, letting it linger for a moment.
“Go get ready and wake up, Robby. I’ll finish up breakfast.”
“Are you sure?” You mutter as he watches your hand drift up to pull gently at your eyebrow. He grabs your wrist, kissing your pulse point and letting it drop.
“Mhmm. Go wake the bear.”
“Hopefully, I make it out alive.” Jack snorts, turning the breakfast. You pad down the hall, mindlessly picking at your cuticles before pushing the door open and pulling open the curtains. Robby groans beneath the covers. “Mikey…” You murmur, crawling across the bed to sit beside the lump of blankets.
“What?”
“Breakfast.” You murmur, moving to pull the blankets back and kiss his forehead. A soft smile graces his face, eyes fully opening to face yours.
“What time is it?”
“Almost six. Jack just got home.” Your hands gently run through his hair, watching his face. A large arm sneaks out from beneath the covers, wrapping around your middle and pulling you against his side. You smile, kissing him softly.
“Are you an angel? Here to lead me to heaven?” You roll your eyes, unable to wipe the smile from your face.
“Probably more of a demon because I have to take you to work.” He laughs, making both of your bodies shake. Your hand drifts to your hair, tugging at the strands. He finally lets his laugh calm down, eyes watching your movements carefully.
“Hey.” Your eyes snap to his, hand moving from your scalp. His hand moves to gently scratch along your scalp at the spot you were pulling from. “You ok?” You nod softly.
“We should go get breakfast.” You follow after the taller man, picking at your fingers.
“Do we need to wrap your fingers today?” Jack asks softly, plates set out in front of the three of you. You tense up for a moment before sitting down without a word. Robby presses a kiss to the crown of your head before sitting down. “I need an answer, sweetthing. If you’re already picking so much this morning, I’d like to make sure it doesn’t get worse.”
“I don’t need help.” You mumble, slowly eating your breakfast.
“We’re offering. We got a new box over the weekend.” You sigh, shaking your head gently. “Fine.” You mutter begrudgingly.
“Finish your breakfast, and I’ll do it, alright?” You nod gently, refusing to meet both of their eyes. Plates and glasses meet the sink, one of your hands taken by Jack’s as he gently wraps each of your fingers with a different colored band-aids. “You gonna be ok?”
“Robby will probably watch me like a hawk.” You grumble, flexing your fingers softly. Jack was always really careful with wrapping your fingers, always making sure things weren’t too tight.
“Hey, we’re trying to be better about that. We know it can stress you out more. We just care, ok?” You nod weakly, letting him kiss your forehead.
“You ready to go?” Another kiss lands on the back of your head. You nod softly, taking his hand to help yourself up and grabbing your bag.
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The day had already been long, three hours in. The two of you had walked into a four-car pile-up, six DOAs, and three deaths in the trauma room. You’d stepped into the hallway, frantically picking at the parts of your nails peeking out of the top of the Band-Aids. You barely register Robby until he’s grabbing your hands and pulling them apart. “Hey… You ok?”
“Splendid.” You deadpan, making him crack a loving smile.
“Me too.” He kisses each one of your fingers, then your forehead, and then your lips. “You’re ok, you did well, alright? You did amazing. You resisted the cardiac arrest like it was nothing.”
“But we still lost–”
“A life saved is a life saved. Give yourself some credit, please…” He murmurs, kissing you again.
“You’re being a hypocrite.” You manage a gentle smile against your lips.
“I know. But you love me anyway.” You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck, and he pulls you in closer. “If you want to go home early and just be with Jack, let me know, alright?”
“I don’t need special treatment… that’s what HR is always worried about.”
“Let them worry if they want. If you need to go home, go home.” Your nose crickles in slight frustration, but deep down, you know Robby only wanted the best for you.
“I’m fine.” He nods, gently patting your side before letting you go.
“Then go get ‘em.” You smile and nod, pushing back into the bright lights of the ER.
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Jack walks in, nine hours late, pulling you into the staff lounge and right into his arms. “Fuck, I missed you… cannot wait till you’re on nights next week… Michael’s making me jealous.” You snort, hugging him back and kissing him gently. “How’d you do today?” He pulls back, gently rubbing your arms.
“Ok. We had a really bad MVA pileup. Lost three… six DOA… it was…”
“A lot?” You hum gently in agreement as he kisses your forehead. “ Band aids are still on, that’s good. You and Robby heading out soon?”
“Yes, we are.” Robby smiles, slipping into the space and kissing both of you gently.
“Can’t wait to have them back on nights. You’re getting too much time with them.” Jack huffs dramatically, making Robby laugh.
“Jealous, Abbot?”
“Look at them! Who wouldn’t want to spend all their time with them?” The words make heat creep up your cheeks as your covered fingers drift to your eyebrow again. Robby spots it out of the corner of his eye and grabs your hand, not mentioning it but squeezing your hand before holding it gently.
“You’ve got all my handfofs?” Robby asks, making Jack nod and kiss the other man again. “You ready to go?”
“Always.” You grin, reaching out to squeeze Jack’s hand before Robby frags you along with the other.