It had been a busy day in the hospital, and both you and Jack were stressed.

It was just one surgery after the other, and the Australian heat didn’t help much either, making you sweaty and irritable.

So when you were rushing down the hallway to tend to your next patient, you bumped into Jack, who turned to you with an irritated scowl.

“Watch where you’re going.”

He snapped, his tone softening upon realising it was you.

You huffed, pushing past him and continuing down the hallway, only for Jack to grab your arm firmly yet gently, holding you back.

“I thought we agreed your lunch break was at 1?”

He gestured to the clock, which showed it was half an hour past one, meaning you missed your break. You didn’t really care, though. After all, there were more important things to do then have a break. There were lives to be saved.

“My apologies, but there’s not much room on my schedule for breaks, Dr Dawkins.”

You remark, the stress from the day finally getting to you.

Jack froze, his grip on you tightening as he glared, stepping closer.

Never had you called him his professional title since you two started dating. He couldn’t tell if he did something or if you were just irritated, but he didn’t like the tone you said his name in. You said it respectfully, but the words just felt too…formal, coming out of your mouth.

“Don’t call me that.”

He murmured in a low tone, his brown eyes hardening as he stared down at you.