Chapter 11

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She couldn't remember the last time she witnessed a sight like this, he looked so utterly peaceful as he slept. His naked chest slowly rising up and down, and she felt oddly comforted by the rhythm and sound as she then decided to place her head over the area.

After his confession he suspected for her to act distant towards him as a result of it, but he was more than surprised to find her behaving normally, but he could sense that it was to hide something deeper. Something she didn't want him to know and as much as he did want to he knew it would only makes matters worse and he had enough on his plate to deal with at the moment, so he sighed and dismissed his suspicions, their later activities making it considerably hard for him to remember anything that happened.

So now here they were, him sprawled out on the cosy bed, his form half covered by the brunette who lay over him and she honestly had no intention of pulling away but her gathering thoughts of the previous night's occurrences forced her to re think things. Was she really ready to invest in a relationship as complicated as this? The obvious answer would be the one she convinced herself of earlier, but was she strong enough to fight it.

(Flashback - 1 year ago)

She had worked yet another full day today and the last thing she wanted to be welcomed with was an empty house, but then again why should she be surprised being that he was probably somewhere getting stone drunk, and her assumptions over fulfilling his drunken attitude were confirmed when she saw him sprawled out uncomfortably over the couch in the living room. Her immediate response to this scene was to let out a dragged sigh but the more she looked at him, the more she felt that she was possibly responsible for this being that she was hardly at home to get the chance to spend any time with him, and that was always one of the primary arguments in their relationship.

I love him, a voice tried it's best to reason with her doubts, but the more she considered the possibility of it the more she questioned her strength. Her strength to maintain a relationship with this man who seemed to be waking from his liquor fuelled slumber.

"Hmmmm pancakes." he muttered in a husky tone and the brunette couldn't help but chuckle at the sheer randomness of his statement, but it son disappeared once again when her eyes travelled towards the half empty liquor bottle lying next to the head of the sofa, and with that she was transformed into the previous gloom of her mood, the reality of her predicament gaining some precedence once again.

That night she lay in bed wondering about her life, the moments, the decisions all of it, and one outcome seemed to rein true in her mind. One that surprised and disappointed her at the same time, what was she really doing? Why was she trying to convince herself that she could make this work. That she could accept what this man did to her regardless of what she felt most of the time, was that love and if so why was she somehow okay with it? All very good questions but she was still having a hard time getting the answers.

Maybe tomorrow I'll ask him, she told herself before the surprising amount of work related stress forced her eyes to droop into a relatively peaceful slumber.

The following morning she woke up to a smell she never thought she would experience.

"Pancakes?" she questioningly muttered while trying to wipe the sleep from her eyes, and when the scent seemed to be accompanied with that of coffee she was out of the bed like a shot, grabbing her silk robe on the way.

"What's all this?" she announced after spending a solid five minutes gazing at what she considered to be a rare sight nowadays.

"Peace offerin." he replied and then turned around, earning a loud chuckle from the brunette in response. He was wearing the apron she had gotten him for their first Valentine's day together which happened to fall on the day they met as well. Although wearing it was not the thing that forced her to laugh, what was written on it was, more precisely the words "Kiss the cook" imprinted in bold letters over the material.

"Yeah laugh it off now, but your payin for it later." the man warned her in a light hearted manner and his expression turned into that of complete shock when his eyes were briefly stunned by a flash going off and the reason for it being the object she was holding in her object, her smile widening when he just continued to stand there.

"What?" she innocently asked as she slowly placed the camera over the top of the side table which stood at the side of the sofa.

"Oh, your askin for it." he expressed right before he allowed his feet to sprint their way towards her, his arms pulling her up into the air and then throwing her over his shoulder, her giggles getting the better of her the entire way and just like that she allowed herself to temporarily forget what had been bothering the night before.

Once they reached the entrance to her bedroom he gently placed her down only to channel his hunger for her through the kiss he was about to plant on her equally anxious lips but before he could she decided to try one last time. To try and convince herself that this relationship wasn't one sided.

"I love you James." she confessed with a smile while trying to maintain a strong hold over his gaze and the way he took this information, but like she expected he always returned it with a physical proclamation instead of a verbal one which would honestly do a better job of convincing her once and for all. However she found herself slowly giving into her physical want for him and with that she gave in just like every other time.

(End of flashback)

Now all she was left to wonder was the reason he couldn't say it. Was it her? Or was it something or someone else at the time? Well whatever it was she knew that it obviously wasn't meant to be judging by the way she felt about the man lying right next to her now. A man she had never felt so strongly about and that was what kept her going through all of this debacle going on around her and the man she loved, and unfortunately they were both brought back into the harsh reality of it by the shrill ringing of the phone by their bedside table and without any hesitation whatsoever he picked it up in an almost rehearsed manner.

"Hello." he mumbled tiredly into the phone while taking note that the person next to him was wide awake mirroring his confusion over having someone calling them at this hour, but the next thing he uttered was enough to spring a sense of uncertainty, more so for Kate but she still kept a supportive expression for the man across from her.

"Dad? What are you….." he tried to ask in a hurried manner solely due to the fact that the person on the other end of the line seemed to be adamant in getting what they had to say out and it didn't seem good judging by the fact that Kate could hear every word he said.

"No Dad I didn't tell her that." he grumbled into the phone, his tone slowly matching his Father's and Kate felt utterly helpless that she couldn't make it go away, and seconds later she was forced to dismiss everything else other than the burning sensation rising from her belly, a symptom she knew all too well and all she could do was sprint to the nearest form of relief, leaving Jack to try and alternate between helping her and dealing with his Father and with some wordless convincing from Kate he reluctantly stuck with the latter.

"For God sakes Jack you're the one who got her pregnant in the first place and you treat her like this, treat your son in this way." Christian scolded him in a similar tone to the way a parent would naturally tell their child off for doing something wrong, but this situation was far different from anything that could be solved with a grounding.

"It's not certain that he is mine in the first place, so why don't you gather some solid evidence before you jump down my throat for no apparent reason." he spat back into the phone and then vented his rage in the best way he knew how, by slamming it against the wall and shattering it into pieces, a few other items following in the same way. The unexpected burst of fury not only surprising the startled brunette, but him as well. Could his anger affect him this much and if so what extent could it really go to? She wondered as she hesitantly stepped foot in the room he was in, his form so visibly shaken from what he had just experienced, but nothing could have prepared her for what came out of his mouth next, not after his outburst.

"Is everything okay?" he gently asked her while trying to wipe any residual anger he might have had present on his features, but Kate was more than quick on the uptake to direct that very question right back at him.

"Look it's nothing you should worry about alright, I mea……"

"What worries you worries me Jack so cut the bull and tell me what's going on." she replied, trying her best to sound determined but his rather humorous reaction to her statement was making it considerably hard for her to keep a straight face as well.

"I mean it." she added before her face erupted into a smile along with his, but in an attempt to appease her he nodded in an agreeing manner while stretching his left arm for her to take. She was admittedly hesitant at first upon receiving the invitation mainly because she knew it would distract her from her primary concern, but never the less she relented with a sigh and joined him back on the bed, his arms naturally going around her once he was convinced she found a comfortable position.

"Penny talked to my Dad and decided to stretch the truth in her own twisted way." he confessed with a sigh while sub-consciously tightening his arms around her. A change made in an attempt to gain the strength he needed to continue and in some ways it forced him to think how strong he could be if he didn't have Kate around.

"Now when you say stretching the truth…." she started and as if on cue he let out a brief chuckle and then went onto explain what Penny had told his Father and by the end of it Kate was considerably close to finding this woman and then beating the crap out of her. In fact that's what she offered to do but Jack turned her down immediately although smiling at the fact that she was more than adamant to fight for him.

"So is there anything else "WE" need to worry about." she asked while taking note to emphasise the way she hoped they would deal with everything from now on.

"Well….." he spoke in a dragged out while contorting his face into a mock impression of thought, the gesture earning him a full out chuckle and he couldn't help but smile warmly at her. Her laugh always managing to soothe him to a content state and it was things like that which made him thankful that she was in his life.

"Yes." she replied in a sing song manner while squinting her eyes in amusement, her mind already sensing what he was aiming for.

"I have this knot at the bottom of my spine and if I could just……"

"Lie back" she instructed with a smile and a roll of the eyes, and while he wiggled himself into a comfortable and cosy position, she commenced with her work, her hands already lathered with the oil she had kept in the top drawer of the bed side table. A thing she had also kept around for many purposes, this one being her second favourite to the first.

She straddled him from behind and he groaned into his pillow at the combined feeling of her hips and hands making delicious contact with him, her hands slowly rubbing his shoulder blades in a well paced rhythm while her hips worked at a rhythm of it's own.

"Better?" she asked as she allowed her hands to travel to the designated area he had affirmed her off earlier but it seemed that the knot had travelled…….lower.

"Here?" she inquired as she rubbed along the his tailbone area and this time he failed to respond, instead he manoeuvred himself around while still keeping her over him, her hips now making direct contact with his clothed hardness which made her groan out loud almost instantly and if it weren't for their clothes then she was sure he would have buried within her right up to the core.

"I think you know now." he then replied while sharing an all knowing look with her, and what she saw within his eyes was enough to confirm her assumptions, so from there on she just let her hands do the undoing and the wandering, and within seconds she found herself grasping and massaging his virtually vertical hardness. Her oil covered hands suddenly being accompanied with the warm feeling of his pre-cum which dripped almost uncontrollably out of the engorged head, and she couldn't help but moan at how it felt against her skin, so smooth and scrumptious to the eye. So much so that she had to still her ministrations over him for the next few minutes to gain some semblance of control over her impending release which she feared was close to exploding already.

"You okay?" Jack struggled to ask as his eyes tried to revert from staring at what had him in this current state, and her failure to respond right away forced his expression to turn into that of concern. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel uncomfortable or obligated in any way. So with that he sat up and grasped her into a warming embrace, her right hand still grasping his erection but what worried him slightly was the fact that she still had her eyes closed and her ears seemingly disregarding his pleas, but upon closer inspection he could see the reason through her laboured breathing, and in response he grew even harder in her hand at the realisation, his lips then sealing over hers ever so sweetly and without any reluctance from her in return that's for sure.

Things from there on had taken a more than impressive leap much to Kate's judgment as she found each piece of clothing she was wearing removed by the time she had pulled away from him.

"Impressive." she commented with a raise of the eyebrows and within seconds she found the tables of their previous position turned, his form now hovering inches above hers and judging by the repeat of what he had seen displayed on her features, words weren't needed for what she wanted to happen next and to be honest he couldn't wait any longer , the throbbing pain he felt in his nether regions proving that, so without any warning he thrust up into her in one shove, both of them exchanging moans of appreciation as he made their connection. A connection that truly transcended all levels of physicality and it was that bond that created not only a baby but a deep sense of understanding that words could never explain.

(Meanwhile)

She was getting fairly used to this kind of a life no matter how hard she tried to make it seem otherwise, but maybe that would change once she found someway to prove that her son was indeed the Good Doctor's, all she needed was the one thing or more so the one person who could help her do it.

"Your home early." she suddenly heard a voice announce itself from the corner of the room. It's identity still undecipherable due to the fact that she hadn't bothered to turn on the light yet, and when she finally did she gasped while feeling a genuine sense of surprise and shock at seeing this person, here and especially now, but why?

Now who could this person be eh, hehe. I'm gonna leave it open to guesses but I think it's fairly obvious being that I'm a massive fan of jangst and all, haha. So what do you think so far guys?

Also come next chap and we'll finally find out the latest about Sarah and how Marc is handling the situation, but before all of that I'm gonna wait and see what you guys thought of this chap. You know to gain some perspective and all, hehe. Thanks ;)