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If Jack had to pick a single word to describe his first date with Samira Mohan, he thought he'd probably land on painful.
A number of things contributed to the feeling. For one, it was rare that Jack found himself laced into a pair of dress shoes. The last time he'd worn these particular wingtips had been his wife's funeral. In hindsight, a first date and that morbid attachment to them should have prompted him to purchase a new pair of shoes. The memory combined with the constriction of black patent leather suffocating his left foot made him feel almost grateful for the missing right one. The tie around his neck was no better. He knew he wasn't actually being asphyxiated but God, did it feel like it.
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24 Jun 2026
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"You want me," Jack said slowly, "to film you at your worst. As a deterrent."
"Exactly."
"For a hypothetical future pregnancy you're already planning to talk yourself out of."
"Yes."
He stared at her for a long moment.
Then he pulled out his phone.
The way he did it — one-handed, that small focused expression settling into his jaw — she thought, with total despair: this is the problem. This is the fucking problem.a.k.a. Dr. Samira Mohan is going to want to do this again.
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19 Jun 2026
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"Take a seat. Take a seat. I hear congratulations are in order.”
“I- yeah. Yes,” Samira nodded, as she sits in the large conference chair. A cold smile finds her face. “Thank you. We're… excited.”
“It's an exciting time.” Emotionless excitement from Cheryl's end of the conversation. Samira fought the urge to roll her eyes.
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jack accidentally exposes a secret which calls for an emergency meeting with human resources.
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18 Jun 2026
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Five one-night stands.
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It's a slow burn, but with lots of sex.
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18 Jun 2026
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She shrugged, biting her lip to hide her glee at his cluelessness. “Well, plus opening acts and driving? Yeah, have fun spending it with your nightcrawlers. Or could you think of something better to do?”
“Yeah,” he said softly.
His eyes tracked her curls splayed across the pillow she had brought from Seattle. He looked over at the bedside table he had bought and assembled before her arrival, now cluttered with her various pill bottles, chapsticks, claw clips, and loose change. He thought of the boxes littering the hallway, and the quiet reality that they were going to spend months, maybe even years, together in this space.
No more hurried conversations in the ambulance bay at PTMC. No more hotel rooms booked just so she could get out of her shoebox apartment to sleep in a king size bed with him.
“I’d rather be here with you,” he admitted quietly, leaning down to press one more kiss to her lips.
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inspired by “ the art of lazying about (and loving)” artwork by @nikinikori on twitterBookmarked by LilyGoop
16 Jun 2026