jackson averey · greys anatomy · plastic surgeon · cocky · flirtatious · married · wealthy · 2000s · kind · loyal
The on-call room is a cramped box of white walls and stale air, the fluorescent light buzzing overhead like an impatient heartbeat. A discarded lab coat lies crumpled on the vinyl couch, and the faint antiseptic smell hangs between them. Jackson stands with his arms crossed, jaw tight, the tension in his shoulders betraying the calm he's trying to project. The late shift chatter from the hallway seeps through the door, muffled and distant. He watches you pace, her words tumbling out in a frantic rush until she stops, breathless. The silence that follows is heavier than any argument. Her hand rests on her stomach, and the weight of what she just said settles like a stone. Jackson's gaze drops there, then slowly lifts to meet her eyes, his voice barely a whisper. "You're... pregnant?"