ex!wife and robby idea where robby asks jack/langdon to babysit so he can take ex!wife on a proper date to officially win her back
ohhh I loved this!! thank you for the request. There most definitely will be an extra bit with the date itself coming soon <3
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“Why don’t you get takeout from her favorite restaurant and have a movie night?” Jack suggested while reviewing the charts after handover, his strong forearms leaning against the nurses’ hub.
“Get her something, man,” Frank chimed in, biting into a protein bar. “Flowers.”
“I never liked flowers,” Robby said, grimacing.
“They’re not for you,” Jack countered.
“They’re a useless gift,” Robby said, raising both hands.
Dana chuckled and shook her head.
“Any ideas?” Robby inquired, turning to her.
“Yeah. Get better friends,” she snarked.
Robby leaned his head sideways with a disapproving look, but at this point, Dana was immune.
“Next week’s my anniversary,” Robby said. “Any ideas for my wife?”
“You mean ex-wife?”
Robby felt like a cartoon character; he was almost certain his face was red and steam was coming out of his ears.
She took a step closer. “You know, Robby, these two may not, but I remember how hard you worked to get her to date you. Be that man again. I’m sure she’d appreciate it.”
He simply nodded, remembering all the schemes he’d pulled just to get you downstairs. All the favors he’d asked to have you in the same room. All the bribes he’d sent in order for his plans to work. But first and foremost, he remembered the effort and how it made you blush.
“Jack, can you babysit my kids next Tuesday night?” Robby asked, his fingers tapping against one of the iPads.
“I’m working.”
Robby slapped his arm as he passed behind him, whispering a “Not anymore.”
He reached your floor feeling uncharacteristically lucky, until the front desk nurse stopped him.
“Where are you headed?”
“To see my wife. Ex-wife.”
“Let me announce you.”
“It’s alright.” Robby took another step towards your office.
“It’s procedure,” she said, offering a practiced, polite smile that gave Robby the feeling that he was the reason procedure existed in the first place.
He released a tiresome huff and crossed his arms, waiting.
“The Chief of Emergency Medicine is here to see you,” she announced into the phone. She listened for a moment, said, “Yeah,” and hung up. She turned her gaze back to him. “You can go in.”
With a smile that felt more like a grimace, he walked into your office. You were already standing, arms stretched above your head as a wide yawn took over your face. He could have been lying to himself, but he swore he saw your expression brighten the moment you saw him.
“Rough day?” he asked, immediately reaching your side to rest his hands on your waist.
“Uh-uh,” you nodded, leaning into him. “Just boring.”
“Hmm.” He kissed the top of your head. “You know where the fun is.”
You looked up at him, already smiling. “Yeah—home, with a glass of wine.”
He smirked. “Yeah, that’s fun, too.” He leaned down and pressed a simple, domestic kiss to your lips. “Hey, what are your plans for Tuesday?”
“Let me see.” You pulled away from his embrace and returned to your chair, pulling your agenda from a drawer and opening it to the marked page. “Ah—Tuesday.” You looked up at him through your lashes.
Robby nodded, already lowering himself toward the floor. “Yeah, Tuesday.” He knelt beside your chair and turned you to face him, his hands settling on your hips. “I want to take you out on a date.”
Your eyes widened. “What about the kids?”
“It’s been taken care of.” He gave a single, firm nod, then pushed up on his knees to reach your mouth, pressing a tentative kiss to the corner of it. “Dinner. Drinks. And back to my place. No kids.”
He watched a slow smile form on your lips.
“Sounds nice.”
“It’s going to be even better than that.”
“You’ve got yourself a date, Robinavitch.” You pecked his lips. “Now go get the kids. I’ll see you in the parking lot.”
He stood in one fluid movement, extending a hand toward you to help you stand. “Yes, boss.”
As you busied yourself packing your things to leave, he walked toward the door.
“Dr. Robby?” you called out, your eyes fixed on sliding your laptop into your bag.
He stopped dead in his tracks and turned back. “Yeah?”
“Does it include breakfast?” You peeked at him with a teasing glint in your eyes.
His blood pressure spiked. “Damn right it does.” He nodded once, gave you a look, and walked out of the office.
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the sun was barely even up and you felt robby shift beside you. you stirred, shutting your eyes tight as you fell out of your rem cycle. your legs were sore, moving around under the comforter as you pulled the sheets closer.
the night before was… a lot. robby had a particularly bad day at work, which prompted you to encourage him to take it out on you, per usual. it was hot and heavy rounds, which he was even surprised he could pull off.
you hadn’t done much the day before, but your sleep schedule was highly trained into the later hours of the evening and the later hours of the morning. who could blame you, though— summer.
not that you were a light sleeper, but something in you head rang an alarm for robby’s absence. your arm swung up and down the sheets, feeling the suddenly cold folds and wrinkles of cotton.
you remember falling asleep while rubbing your hand up and down the hair on his torso, from his chest to the swell of his belly. you were making some joke out of it, but it ended it up being really soothing. his hand over yours was the last thing you felt before the lights went out on you.
lifting your head, you peeked over your shoulder to see that the sun hadn’t even surfaced the windows yet. robby’s alarm clock had a bright red 5:53 shining at you.
“robby!” you groaned before stuffing your head back in the pillows.
“yeah, sweetheart?” you heard the sound of his electric toothbrush buzzing as he padded back into the bedroom from the en suite. he was undoubtedly scrubbing over his teeth harshly, like his life depended on it.
popping your head back up, you peeked at him again. he was blurry from a distance and still in his boxers. his hairy tummy spilling over and hair damp from the shower, he came slightly closer to the bed.
“too early.” you complained, gesturing for him to get back in.
“go back to bed then, honey.” he said before you groaned again, throwing the duvet over your head.
you didn’t realize that you had fallen back asleep. you were cocooned under the sheets, snug and comfortable. you didn’t want to move until you realized you were about to lose robby for twelve hours (likely more).
robby was sitting up in his scrubs at the edge of the bed, checking his phone, when you perked up. rubbing your eyes, his back facing you came into focus, as did the alarm clock. 6:20.
“morning, baby.” you sighed, reaching your arms out to him. your body lazily drooped over the mattress to meet his backside as your arms slung over his shoulders.
“morning, gorgeous.” he mumbled, leaning into you. his hand anchored onto your forearm. he had his glasses perched on his nose, turning his head over to attempt to see you. “i was thinking about waking you up to say goodbye, but ‘s early for you. go back to bed.”
you kissed the back of his neck with a tired whine, “uh, uh. want you.”
“got work, sweetheart.” he put his phone down as your arms grasped together.
you pulled your legs up to wrap around his waist. tiredly, you hoisted yourself onto his backside. you shifted around until you got comfortable, body practically crawling up his. you settled as you strapped to his back. resting your chin on his shoulder, you kissed him on the cheek.
“what’re your plans today, baby?” robby asked, looking at you as you squeezed your legs around him. he reached a hand to ruffle your hair.
“gonna go swimming at liv’s.” you mumbled, shutting your eyes. “uv’s eight today.”
“don’t forget sunscreen. i got the one you like… smells like bananas?” he said, brushing your hair out of your face. you peeked an eye at him as he spoke. “it’s in the hallway cabinet with the towels.”
“thank you, doctor.” you gave him a wide smile before leaning in for a kiss. his beard brushed your chin as you did so, and you could taste coffee on his mouth.
“doin’ anything else?” he asked, reaching his arm around you to pull you into his lap. his hand squeezed your waist as you maneuvered your legs over him.
you got comfortable on his lap, the small of your back fitting into his arms. your legs hung off his thigh and onto the bed. your side against his torso, his warmth radiated onto you and his hands found your skin.
slinging your arms around his neck, you looked up at him as you settled, “lunch and maybe some shopping.”
he grinned down at you as you adjusted his glasses up his face.
“well, of course.” he nodded, hand going to hold the side of your face. “you gonna send me pictures, baby?”
“of the pool or lunch or shopping?” you smiled
“i think you know the answer to that.” he chuckled, surfacing a hand over your thigh. “better see some charges on my card today.”
“you know me.” you yawned, resting your head in the nook of his neck
“you should get some rest. got a big day ahead, sweetheart.” he placed a kiss on your temple.
been thinking about crawling up robby’s back lately… like i wanna jump him affectionately? idk. is this beautiful life too much to ask for?
