josie after hours: Jack Abbot defiling his pretty and younger gf when they first have sex.
he doesn’t hold back anything either—this is what you wanted. it was your conscious, adult decision to go after a 50 year old doctor. war vet. an old fuck you met in the gym. you knew what you were getting into.
sure he’s..gentle and dotting at first, when he’s stretching you open and eating at you. but once he’s got his dick in you, and you’re no longer whimpering for him to hold on, it’s so much, he’s got your legs over his shoulders, one hand holding your calf whilst the other fists the sheets next to your head. and he’s absolutely plowing into you.
long, hard strokes that make you feel tingly all over, makes the hair on your arms stand. he’s groaning loud as fuck into the room, brows pinched tight, eyes narrow watching his fat dick glisten as your arousal coats him more and more with each heavy stroke.
“gahdamn baby, she’s so fuckin’ wet. you like that, hmm?” he doesn’t let up for a second, not even at your expression that almost looks scared. your brows upturned and eyes wide, mouth parted as little moans and squeaks exit you.
you can’t take it, it’s entirely too big, too thick, you’re so full you think you feel his tip in your stomach. you’re close to passing out with how hard your chest heaves, you’re trying to hard to be good but it’s so fucking much. “j-Jack wait, just-gimme a second ohmygod!” you’d moan, grabbing onto his pecs with the little bit of strength you can, almost trying to slow him down.
“nah uh, you fuckin’ wanted this. n’ don’t push me away either baby i’m in there.” you think you’re gonna die when he speeds up, throwing your head back, your pornographic moans filling the room, tears welling in your eyes.
and the man won’t shut up for the life of him. “so fucking good, Jesus.”
“mhm, yeah. you fuckin like that, like that dick baby?”
“makin me so proud, takin it so well—don’t run, don’t fuckin run from me. you asked for this.”
“take it from me, s’all yours. you can do it-there we go. breath, uh huh, just like that.” none of the little boys you’ve been with in the past has ever made you orgasm as hard as Jack did. you’re so shaken up, literally.
he comes back in the room with a water bottle, dick still swinging as you lay there, eyes wide as you catch your breath, shaking like a chihuahua. “did a number on you, huh pretty girl? you ok?” he rubs at your stomach, sitting the water bottle next to you. mans knows what he’s doin lol.
warning(s): use of the “n” word, suggestiveness, fluff, not proofread
note: part 1
1:
songs from the album “diary of a mad band” by jodeci poured from the speaker balanced on the sink, loud enough to drown out your thoughts and echo through every tile in the bathroom.
you jermajesty was in the tub, bubbles resting over your bodies as both of you relaxed. you were laying on your side of the tub, letting jermajesty rub your feet.
the video started to record himself in the tub, soapy suds covering his chiseled chest and his curly hair, damp from steam.
the mirror behind the tube caught you in the video, eyes closed and resting. jermajesty double tapped the screen, putting the focus of the video on you, catching the relaxation on your face. you had your boho knotless braids in bun, making sure they wasn’t going to get wet. he could see a slight hint of your nipples under the water but the soap covered most of it.
jermajesty continued to rub your feet with his free hand, balancing the phone with the other.
“so beautiful.” he mumbled, then ending the video.
2:
the video starts with jermajesty, jaafar, you, and maddie. “heartless” rolls through the speakers, kanye’s voice filling the car , bass buzzing the car.
jermajesty in the driver’s seat, fully locked in, before glancing at the camera. one hand on the wheel, the other resting easy on your thigh like it belongs there. he’s lip syncing the song word for word.
you angle the camera toward him.
he catches it instantly, doesn’t even look away from the road. just smirks like he knew you were gonna do that the whole time.
backseat energy shifts next.
jaafar is leaned back like he’s been up since 5am and still showed up for the group activity. maddie is out cold on his shoulder, soft and completely unbothered.
you zoom in a little on her face, then zoomed out.
“she’s asleep,” you say, voice low but amused.
jaafar tilts his head down to check, careful like he’s inspecting fragile artwork. one second of silence. then he looks back up with a quiet laugh and a nod, like: yeah, she’s knocked out.
you snort, the sound barely contained, and the camera shakes just a little as the car keeps moving forward, the song still humming like it’s the soundtrack to a moment nobody will be able to recreate on purpose.
you then end the video, saving to memories.
3:
the snapchat goes mid-motion, like jermajesty is already walking while recording.
jermajesty’s voice comes through, focusing the the camera on you.
“baby, look”
you turned around and instantly smiled when met with the camera. you had on a elegant black dress that matched your boyfriend’s matte black suit. your smile was beaming with excitement, partly from waiting to watch the movie and partly from taking more pictures.
behind you the crowd shifts.
jermajesty’s expressions changes instantly, brows pinched in amusement.
you notice immediately.
your eyes narrowed, turning around slowly.
and there he is.
the infamous fabio jackson.
just standing there like a jump scare in designer lighting.
the air around you shifts.
your face tightens into the most unfiltered “what is happening” expression imaginable.
you don’t even think.
“who’s that, nigga?”
it was little above a whisper but only jermajesty heard you.
jermajesty snorts, full break in composure. the camera shakes violently as he loses it, laughing so hard he can barely hold it steady.
fabio is still there in the background, completely unaware or fully committed to the bit, depending on how generous you feel.
jermajesty wipes his face with his free hand, still laughing.
then he ends the video.
“come on,” he says, grabbing your hand immediately, still chuckling under his breath. “before he starts walking over here.”
you’re still looking back like you’re trying to process what you just witnessed. “why is he—”
“don’t,” jermajesty interrupts quickly, already guiding you away through the crowd, to where bigi and paris is. “don’t even give it energy.”
behind you, the red carpet keeps rolling like nothing happened.
4:
the bahamas sun was ruthless against your skin, not unbearable yet sweltering. you were thankful for the sunscreen jermajesty reminded you to bring. you had on a cute bikini with your fulani braids you got specifically for the trip. you were currently stretched out on a beach towel after running into the ocean a bunch of times with genevieve.
jermajesty was recording you, sitting a few inches away, pointing his phone at you. you knew he was recording, lowering your sunglasses slightly, spotting jermajesty.
the second your eyes met the lens, a shy smile tugged at your lips.
“there she go,” he muttered.
you shook your head and dropped your sunglasses back into place before settling against the towel again.
“you always recording something”
“you always give me something to record”
heat rushed to your cheeks despite the ocean breeze. instead of answering, you buried your face into your arm to hide your smile.
behind the camera, jermajesty grinned.
jermajesty then doubled tapped the screen, turning the camera on him so he can get a selfie view. he raised the phone to show himself, with you beside him. in the background was jaafar and marlon collecting seashells, geneveive on her phone.
“say what’s up, y’all,” jermajesty called.
neither of them looked up. except geneveive, who smiled and waved.
“fuck yall too.” jermajesty mumbled.
you laughed.
still recording, he turns the camera over to you. by then you had shuffled on the towel, now on your stomach. you were in a state of relaxation, letting your eyes drift closed.
then something came crashing on your ass.
you winced. “ow!”
your head shot up.
jermajesty was holding the phone in one hand and smirking behind it.
“jermajesty.”
“what?”
“turn the video off. now.”
the smirk vanished.
the recording ended immediately.
5:
jermajesty was driving you home from girl’s night. in the video you could hear mumbling and giggles from your lips.
jermajesty raised the phone a little bit before the turning it to show your slumped figure in the passenger seat. your hair was a mess and mini dress was raised a little to high.
jermajesty raises his hand to your thigh and you flinched at the feeling. jermajesty laughs, zooming in on your face.
“baby, why did you flinch?”
“because if you touch me I’m gonna assume you wanna...” you winked.
jermajesty laugh grows. “we can’t, mama.”
“why?”
“you’re drunk.”
“so?”
jermajesty, pinched his brows. “yeah nah.” he says before ending the video.
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instagram live :
the room in costa rica is half-lit and lazy, like time decided to take a vacation too.
TV glow flickers across the walls, teenage mutant ninja turtles blasting while jaafar and marlon jr argue like they’ve got no brains.
“leonardo literally does the most,” jaafar insists, pointing at the screen.
marlon jr scoffs. “no he don’t. he’s the least interesting one.”
that alone is enough to spark a full-blown debate about fictional turtles and perceived leadership roles.
you’re perched on the bed, phone already up, grin forming before you even hit live.
jermajesty is behind you, stretched out like he’s been personally defeated by gravity. one arm draped, head tilted, watching you instead of the TV like that’s the real entertainment.
you tap “go live.”
comments start to flood in like they’ve been waiting outside the door:
“WHO’S IN THE BACK??”
“WAIT IS THAT JERMAJESTY??”
“HELLO??”
you glance back, trying not to laugh. “jaafar and marlon are arguing about little human-sized turtles.”
jaafar doesn’t even flinch. “you don’t get it-”
“nigga, he doesn’t even do nothing for the team,” marlon interrupts, dead serious.
“WHAT?!” jaafar snaps, fully invested now.
jermajesty pinches his brows, waking up just enough to be annoyed at the noise. “mama, who you talking to?”
the comments explode.
“OMG THAT WAS HIM”
“HE SAID MAMA 😭”
“IS THAT JERMAJESTY JACKSON??”
you snort. “I’m on live, bae.”
Jermajesty starts to answer but interrupted himself but the sound of something jaafar had said.
“I’m about to beat the shit out of you.”
you burst out laughing.
jaafar squinted. “why?”
“because there’s no way you think Leonardo carries the team.”
the chat is in flames.
“😂😂😂😂”
“HE’S INVESTED IN TURTLE LORE”
“THIS IS SO REAL”
you shake your head, still giggling. “ya’ll kill me.”
behind you, jaafar and marlon jr. don’t even acknowledge the world anymore. they’re locked back into the TV.
then Jermajesty starts shifting.
slowly sitting up behind you, hair all over the place, white tank, grey sweats, looking like he just walked out of a late-night dream he forgot to finish.
the chat immediately loses all structure.
“🥰🥰🥰”
“YES MA’AM”
“OUUU SHI—”
you laugh harder, covering your face for a second. “y’all not too much.”
jermajesty sits beside you now, leaning in like he belongs in the frame more than anyone else. “what are they saying?”
you glance at the screen, smiling. “they in love with you.”
he raises a brow, reading a comment, “where y’all at?”
you answer at the same time he does.
“don’t answer that.”
you snort. “it be like that? damn.”
he shrugs, a little grin breaking through. “gotta be sure.”
that makes the comments spiral even more.
“HE SMART 😭”
“PROTECTIVE KING ENERGY”
“HE KNOWS WHAT HE DOING”
the vibe is perfect chaos, laughing, arguing, cartoon turtles saving the world in the background like none of this is happening.
then you lean back slightly, sighing like the live has officially drained your social battery.
“alright… I’m finna get off.”
instant protest.
“NOOOO”
“DON’T LEAVE”
“WE JUST GOT HERE 😞”
you pout at the screen. “awe you guys—“
click.
the live ends abruptly.
you blink.
jermajesty is already holding your phone, expression calm like he just performed a public service.
synopsis: The cautionary tale of one Damien Richards. Or, what really happened in October of 1963.
warnings/notes: nothing beyond canon. You do get to find out why you hate Chester Danforth so much (beyond the obvious)
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Interlude #3: Karma's a Bitch, Boy
karma's a bitch, boy, today's the day
say it once, let it stay
karma's a bitch, boy, no delay
what you fed it, that's what it ate
There had been others before Titus, obviously. After all, you were very old and your patron wasn’t exactly one to demand celibacy. But none of them stuck. None of them even came close. Except for one.
Damien Richards. The eldest son of the head of the high council.
He was old money. Entitled. Pompas. But never with you. No, with you he was elegant, refined, polite. He opened your doors, smiled at your jokes. Told you he believed women should be able to have any career they wished and that of course, he didn’t expect you to change. You were perfect for him just as you were.
You met him during routine business at one of his father’s companies, neither of them having any idea of your connection with Mr. Le Bail. That had been the point.
Damien had literally run into you in the lobby, an encounter—he told you later—that he had arranged, not sure how else to get your attention but desperately needing to talk to you. He’d pulled out all the stops, wining and dining you at all the best places. Whisking you away for weekend trips in various exotic locations.
None of it impressed you. How could it? But still you stayed. Continued to see him. Let him romance you. Perhaps, he was just that charming. Or perhaps, you were just that lonely.
You kept your true self hidden. Gave no indication you were anything but a wealthy heiress. Didn’t hint at your connection with Le Bail. You met his family, all smiles and warm welcomes. You didn’t trust it for a minute.
Sol joined you for dinner one night eight months into the relationship.
“He asked you to marry him.” It was a statement not a question.
You weren’t surprised they knew. You pursed your lips as you leaned back in your chair and sipped your wine. “He did.”
“You made him forget.” Amusement flashed in your oldest friend’s eyes. “Care to tell me why?”
“Because I’m not certain that he’s my choice.”
Sol arched a brow. “Then why waste your time with him?”
“I am not wasting my time,” you said and huffed with annoyance. “There’s something about him that doesn’t sit right. He’s hiding something.”
He hummed in agreement. “I’m certain he is. Is this why he knows literally nothing about you?” The knowing tone in his voice irritated you. Smug bastard.
You ran a hand down your face before pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. You rarely smoked unless it was to irritate others but this situation called for it. “I want a companion, Sol. Someone that sees me for who I am and still wants to wake up with me every morning for the rest of our lives. I’m not certain Damien Richards is up to the task.”
Sol stood, smoothing out his jacket as he did so. “Our benefactor suggests you pay your would be fiancé a visit. Tonight.”
Oh.
Well, that couldn’t mean anything good.
Rather than announce your presence by arriving via the front door, you appeared in the corner of Damien’s bedroom. He didn’t notice your entrance, too wrapped up in the redhead currently sucking his cock. Or maybe it was the blonde whose tits he was fondling. You weren’t hurt. You were angry, which answered any lingering questions you had about your feelings for the vermin.
You tilted your head and observed for a beat longer before snapping your fingers. The two women exploded in a satisfying rain of blood. The crimson liquid coated your ex’s naked form, drenching the bed around him. Blood dripped from his face and he sucked in a surprised breath before he screamed. When he continued to scream, pausing only to breathe, you snapped your fingers to keep the sound contained to the room.
The Lawyer appeared in the doorway, book in hand, as he surveyed the room in front of him. His gaze found you, taking a moment to assess your well-being. Apparently realizing you weren’t emotionally compromised, he turned back to face the bed. “Unfortunate.”
You hummed in agreement and moved to stand beside him. Damien quit screaming as he tracked the movement. His brow furrowed as he saw you beside The Lawyer looking like you belonged there.
“What do you wish to do? He is leaving the matter to your discretion,” Sol said.
“Is he now?” you asked, pleased but not entirely surprised. There were benefits to being the devil’s favorite.
“Yes. The family knew. They intended to have you sign over your assets and be rid of you whether there was a hunt or not. Though they were hoping for the hunt.” His voice was even, bored, as he explained the treachery of the Richards family.
You couldn’t blame them, you supposed. They were part of a devil worshipping cult and had no idea who you really were, but you didn’t care. And evidently neither did Mr. Le Bail. They would have been in for a rather nasty surprise on your wedding night had they attempted to sacrifice you. Well, you wouldn’t want to disappoint.
“They wished for a hunt. We should give them one.”
“Quite,” he agreed. “He’ll do nicely.”
“M-Me? You’re going to hunt me? You can’t do this. Do you have any idea who I am? I rule the world. I’ll have your head, you stupid—” Damien shouted, stopping only when you waved a hand, knocking him unconscious.
“And the rest of the family?” The Lawyer asked.
“Well, we do need a reason for the hunt.” Your tone was indifferent, matter of fact.
“Are you certain? Nathaniel Richards holds the high seat.” His tone matched yours almost exactly. One would have thought you were discussing the weather as opposed to the destruction of an entire bloodline.
“They knew what he was up to. They should have known I wasn’t to be trifled with regardless of who they thought I was.” You sighed. “Though I suppose I should ask permission for this one.”
He shook his head once. “Your discretion for all of them, he said.”
“Oh.” You blinked once in surprise before smiling and rubbing your hands together. “In that case, blood or fire?”
He tilted his head to the side in thought. “Fire would be easier to explain.”
You snapped your fingers again and screams drifted to you from deeper in the house. Those in public would find themselves with combustion issues of their own later in the day. Unlike Le Bail, you preferred less questions, all things considered.
You grabbed Damien’s wrist and the three of you disappeared.
The Danforths agreed to host the hunt with no questions. After all, their property was extensive and they were loyal enough to do as The Lawyer asked with no stipulations.
Once the families had gathered, you sat in the corner while Sol stood in front of them, prepared to reveal why they had been called.
“Who is she?” Chester Danforth asked, his father telling him to be silent almost immediately after.
You turned your head to look at him. When you just continued to stare, he fidgeted in his seat and turned his attention back to the front.
“As everyone is here, we can now begin,” The Lawyer said.
“What about Richards?” Harold Wilkinson said with a sneer. “Or are we not waiting for the High Seat?”
“The Richards family violated their contract. You will be hunting the remaining member. Whoever kills him, wins the seat.”
There was a stunned silence before everyone started speaking at once, drowning each other out. Sol held up his hand and they immediately fell quiet.
“We will follow the rules of a traditional hunt. If for any reason the eldest member of the family becomes incapacitated, the next in line will enter the field. Etcetera, etcetera. Any questions?”
“How did they violate their contract?” Wilkinson asked.
Sol met your gaze ever so briefly, the edges of his lips lifting slightly. “They conspired against one of his favored.”
There was a beat of silence before Le Domas asked, “Who are we hunting?”
“Damien Richards, the eldest son.”
“And if he lasts until dawn?” Chester asked.
Sol opened his mouth to answer but you beat him to it.
“He won’t.”
Your friends eyes sparked with mirth. “My…associate will be on the field. Do try not to injure her.”
“She’s not one of the families. What are the consequences if we do?” Chester. Again. Well, he was a curious thing, wasn’t he?
“She’ll get rather cross.”
Your lips curled into a smirk as you stood. “If you’ll excuse me. I have prey to prepare.”
Damien lasted longer than you thought he would, but you couldn’t say that you were disappointed. It was just that much longer for him to live in fear. The fact you kept appearing and disappearing from his line of sight wasn’t helping his paranoia. This was the most fun you’d had in ages.
You’d also had the opportunity to watch Chester Danforth ambush his father and take the chance to be rid of him. He left the field only long enough to sign the book then he was back.
“I like him,” Le Bail whispered in your ear.
“You would.”
A low chuckle was the only response.
You had appeared before Damien, taunting him again, when white hot pain lanced through your abdomen. Your hand pressed against your sudden injury and came back soaked red with blood.
Chester Danforth stepped into the clearing, moving his weapon from you to Damien. “He’s my kill. Not yours. Mine.” And then he placed a bullet between the other man’s eyes.
Chester Danforth had just won the high seat.
“You shot me,” you said finally, your tone a mixture of disbelief and fury.
“And yet, you’re still standing. I didn’t anticipate that.” He turned his ancient weapon in your direction again.
You snarled and flames danced in your eyes. “Take your prey or die with him, Chester Danforth. We’ve had one hunt. We can always have another.”
He backed away from you so fast that he tripped over his own feet. His eyes never left you as his hands scrabbled for purchase on his prize. Stayed locked on you as he dragged the larger man from the trees and into the open where his kill could be proclaimed.
“Asshole,” you muttered only to hear that low chuckle again. “Oh, fuck you, too.”
“My father shot you?” Titus asked in stunned disbelief.
The two of you were laying in bed in your hut on the water. You curled into Titus’ side, head on his chest while your fingers traced absent shapes on his skin. His arms were wrapped around you while he pressed the occasional kiss to your head.
“He did.”
He pulled back slightly to look down at you. “Where? Show me,” he demanded, frantic as if you’d just been shot rather than merely recounting the tale.
You rolled to the side and pointed at the unblemished flesh where the injury had been. Titus ran his fingers gently across your skin. “Nothing.”
You shook your head and returned to your original position. “There wouldn’t be. It healed almost instantly.”
Titus knew that weapon. Knew the damage it could do. His sister had been using it for most of their lives. It should have torn your insides to shreds. Not for the first time, he thanked Mr. Le Bail for his blessings when it came to you.
“And he didn’t remember you because…”
You shrugged. “Le Bail protects his own. None of them remembered me once the hunt was completed.”
His hand found yours and he linked your fingers together. His mind raced as he thought of everything you had told him. Of the trip the two of you were taking at the end of the week. Of the box hidden in the back of his drawer.
“Marry me.” The words slipped out before he could stop them. This was not how he intended to ask you. He had a plan.
You jerked back to look at him, eyes running over his face. “Are you serious?”
“Absolutely.”
“Is this because I scared the shit out of your father?”
He laughed and patted your back with his free hand. “Let me up, princess.”
You rolled your eyes at the nickname that had been Sol’s suggestion, telling Titus only “It’s fitting.”
You moved back, gaze never leaving him as he rolled out of the bed and headed to the dresser. He opened the second drawer down on his side and moved the clothes aside to retrieve the small velvet box tucked in the back corner.
He returned to the bed and sat with one leg folded, the other hanging off the side. Opening the box, he took out the ring and held it out to you. You plucked it from his fingers and examined it before looking back to him, a question in your eyes.
“I had a plan involving more clothing and me on one knee, but I don’t want to wait any longer.” If he was being honest, he’d admit it was a visceral reaction to hearing that you’d been shot with a weapon that should have killed you. “Say yes. Please.”
You hesitated just long enough that he started to panic. Then a wide grin covered your face and you slid the ring onto your finger. “It would be my honor to be your wife, Titus.”
He surged forward, pressing his lips to yours as he laid on top of you. Your laughter filled the air.
The decision was made to deliver the news to Chester in person. Titus had suggested a phone call. Maybe after the wedding. You’d insisted on the in person meeting with that little smile that said you knew more than you were letting on. So, the two of you headed to Rhode Island and the main family estate. Ursula was also in residence. Fantastic.
Once the two of you had placed your things in Titus’ room, he was ready to head to his father’s office. He just wanted this conversation out of the way. He linked his fingers with yours to pull you toward the door but you stopped him.
“You should do this on your own,” you told him as you patted his chest.
He blinked once. Twice. You were the one that insisted on this and now you were abandoning him to deal with his family on his own? “No.”
You smiled before kissing the corner of his mouth. “You’ll be fine. Trust me?”
“Always.” And because he did, he left you behind and made his way to his father’s study. He entered without knocking as he’d been expected since he stepped foot on the property. “Father. Ursula.”
“Titus. What are you doing here with that woman?” His father sat behind his desk, Ursula standing beside him with her hands clasped in front of her.
“That woman is my fiancée,” Titus answered with a small smile.
“Excuse me?” Fury threaded through his father’s words.
“My fiancée. The future Mrs. Danforth. So on and so forth.”
Chester slammed his fist onto the desk. Ursula startled and took a step away from him. “I won’t have it.”
“I’m afraid that’s not up to you. The union has already been approved by Mr. Le Bail.” At least that’s what you told him. And it wasn’t as if Chester could call up the devil and ask.
His father stood and Ursula stepped around the desk to put more distance between them. She was rarely the target of their father’s rage but she was smart enough to stay the fuck out of the way.
“I won’t stand for this defiance,” his father said. “I am the head of the council. I will contact The Lawyer and see that this engagement is dissolved at once.”
Titus stared at him for a moment and then he laughed. The sound was quiet at first, more of a chuckle than anything but quickly grew. “Oh, I wouldn’t do that, father. You have no idea what happens to those that get in her way.”
“Is that a threat?” Ursula snapped, taking Chester’s side as always.
Titus cut off his laughter and turned his gaze to her. “If needs be.”
She raised her arm to slap him as she had so many times before. Titus didn’t move to stop her but a voice coming from the chair in the corner of the room that had been empty moments before did.
“Don’t.” Your voice was ice cold, and Titus would swear that the temperature in the room dropped with it.
Ursula’s confused expression quickly morphed into fear when she shifted her gaze to find you sitting in the chair, legs crossed.
“How did you get in here? Who do you think—”
“Father.” Ursula’s voice held a barely detectable tremor as she moved back to stand beside him. “Perhaps we should simply congratulate Titus on his forthcoming nuptials.”
Ah. Ursula had been the one to talk to the others then, the families that you’d visited. The ones who had seen their own glimpses of who you were.
You moved to stand beside Titus, cigarette hanging from your lips. He pulled out a lighter and offered you the flame. You stared at Chester as you lit the end. And, for just a moment, his father looked horrified and Titus knew you’d shown him a flash of your true nature. The next moment his father shook it off, obviously convincing himself the flames in your eyes were merely a reflection from the lighter.
You took a deep pull of your cigarette and blew out the smoke before speaking. “By all means, call The Lawyer. I’m sure he has a few things to clarify for you.”
Titus’ lips twitched before he gave into a smile at the sight of his terrified sister and furious father. This went better than he could have hoped. He took your free hand in his and headed for the door. “We’re only here for the night, father. We’ll take dinner in our room.”
When you stepped into the hall, Titus spun you and pressed your back against the wall as he leaned into you. His lips brushed yours as he spoke. “I love you, princess. I should have known you’d have my back.”
You smiled against his mouth. “You’re mine now, Titus. You’ll never be alone again.”
The two of you were still kissing when Ursula stepped into the hall five minutes later.
summary - it’s been a couple days since the date and jack’s been avoiding her ever since. reader has been so sad that she even forgot to bring cupcakes! robby makes sure jack apologizes.
content warnings - black!fem!reader, but anyone can read it ofc!, reader is a nurse, age gap, she/her pronouns, cursing, suggestiveness, mostly crack
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a/n: thank you! thank you! thank you all for reading. this is the final chapter of the series! it is short but i hope it is a satisfying ending. i know it was kinda clunky when the couple got together. (as usual for my case) but i hope you liked the journey! my first series for the pitt! thank you!
summary: back at the pitt working and people are noticing the way you and robby are acting towards each other.
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Your trip to Hawaii comes to a satisfying close. You spend the last few days having fun with Robby. You went home hand in hand.
One of the first things you did after returning home was bring out your old picture frame. You place it on the end table by the window in the living room. Next to it, you set down your father's empty urn. You look at all the pictures with a smile. Your gaze lands on the one of Robby and you in your white coats. You were standing shoulder to shoulder. Your mother forced the two of you to hold hands and act like you liked each other. You're grateful for it now.
The week after your return to work, everyone noticed your change in behavior. You spent more time around the central hub and actually started to be more active with the med students. Dana could hardly believe it, you were actually cracking jokes with her instead of sulking away.
Robby steps out of a trauma and sees you talking with Dana. Your eyes meet and you give him small smile before walking away. As Robby approaches, Dana tilts her head curiously, "What exactly happened in Hawaii with you and Dr. Adamson?"
He shrugs, "I don't know what you mean. We had a nice time, she did her thing and I did mine. We spread Monty's ashes and ate some really good food."
"Nothing else?"
"Nope."
"You spend 2 weeks together and you don't notice a change with her?"
"It's just the post trip euphoria. She'll be back to normal by the end of the month."
"Talking about me behind my back, Dr. Robby?" You return to the hub, "You should know better by now."
"I wasn't saying anything bad, yet" He moves beside you.
"Pushing it." You glare at him.
Dana looks between the two of you suspiciously. This is the closest she has seen the two of you since your residencies. She bites back her smile and walks away. "Okay…"
Once she's gone, Robby looks at you, "Your place or mine?"
"For?" You stop typing on your tablet.
"Dinner?" He purses his lips.
"Mm, enticing…" You suck your teeth, "Aren't you sick of me yet?"
"I was sick of you a long time ago. Now, I can't get enough of you."
"Now you're really pushing it. Calm down." You warn, "I gotta go, my labs are back for my patient in 4."
Robby watches as you walk away. He chews on his bottom lip before looking at the status board and checking on his med students and residents.
"They are not subtle." Perlah clicks her tongue as she types on the computer.
"I think it's cute. Dana says they were like that when they were younger." Princess says.
"Really?" Perlah cocks an eyebrow.
"Oh, yeah, they were two peas in a pod. Rivals to lovers~" She teases, "Dana has all the juicy stories of them."
"Then let's go listen to some." The two nurses then scurry away to look for Dana.
Later in the afternoon, Robby catches you at the North nurse's station. You feel his eyes on you as you continue to finish your charts from the morning. You can almost sense his pupils boring into your head,"Is there a problem, Dr. Robinavitch?"
"You haven't given me an answer yet. Your place or mine?" He leans over the counter.
"Yours," You give him a flat smile, "Happy?"
"Mm, I was kinda hoping to go to your place." He sucks his teeth.
"You are being quite insufferable right now." You glare at him, "And you are encroaching on my charting causing me to delay patient care. So fine, dinner then to my place. That should satisfy you now. Good bye."
You disappear around the corner leaving him behind again. He walks back to the hub and notices the a few of the nurses crowded around one end. They all seem to be infatuated with what Dana has to say.
"…She gushed about him without even knowing it. I could tell that the girlfriend was not very happy hearing how sweet of a guy he was and all the things he did for Dr. Adamson, walking her to her car at night, defended her against a specialist, having dinner with her and her parents every other weekend. But Adamson just went on and on. Robby finally shows up and the girlfriend goes, 'we need to talk.' You could just tell she was pissed. She tore him a new one outside. Called him everything but a child of God. And he was so shocked, he came back thinking Dr. Adamson said something to sabotage him for some reason." Everyone laughs as they listen, "Then, Robby starts a fight with Adamson. They bickered sure but nothing like this. He really thought she said something bad about his character."
Robby smiles as he listens to the story. Reminded of the misunderstanding and when you finally cleared it up. And what happened after the clarification. He comes around the corner and pretends he wasn't listen. "Talking about a patient, Dana?"
"Sure…" The nurses disperse quickly, she turns her head to him, "How long are you two going to keep up this little charade?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." He shrugs.
"A long time, I see."
"Not too long." He sighs, "Until she's ready, I'll wait forever."
"Don't you think you've already done that?"
"Then I'll wait forever again." He smiles as you escort a patient for discharge. "You were right, she changed. It's not my place to say anything more but it's clear that it was good for her. She made a new friend, she did things she's never done before. She reconciled. With her father, with me, and with herself. It was something she needed."
Dana looks at him with a smile, "It looks like it was beneficial for the both of you. I'm happy for you two."
"Glad we have your approval," He gives her a side hug and heads back to work.
Your shift ends and you finish with your last patient, an admission to the ICU. You sign off on a few of the resident charts at the hub. You see Robby finishing up there rounds with Abbot for the night. You lock eyes for a moment and you look towards triage. He gives you a nod and continues to talk to the night attending.
"Alright everyone, have a good night." You say goodnight to everyone and walk towards triage at slow pace.
You round the curve and stop at your father's picture. You can't help but smile now, knowing the only place you'll see him now is this emergency room. Where he saw you love and hate the job. Cry and laugh. Grow and change.
"Ready?" Robby stands beside you looking at the picture.
Fall in love. and then do it again.
"Yes." You hook your arm around his. He looks down in surprise then back at you then around the hall. You roll your eyes and pull him through the doors to the waiting room.
The two of you walk linked arm in arm into the warm and humid air of Pittsburgh. You frown at the feeling but it doesn't last, changing it into a smile.
"What are you smiling about?" Robby asks.
"I'm already thinking about our next trip."
"Another trip, already?"
"Dad made an effort to go to Hawaii every year or so. Why can't I? I mean, us?"
"Okay, so you want to go back to Hawaii?"
"No, somewhere else. Where do you want to go?"
"Uh, I never thought about."
"Well, start." You tug him, "I heard Barcelona isn't too bad this time of year. Just before the summer heat."
"Another beach… hmmm"
"Okay well, where do you want to go?"
"Let me think! There's too much pressure."
"Just name a place."
"Fine, uh, Montana."
"Montana, seriously?"
"Yes, the Rockies are beautiful."
"Okay, then 2 weeks in Montana."
"It's that easy? You're just letting me pick?" He looks in shock.
"Yes, I am. I picked Hawaii." You shrug, "If it's somewhere you can imagine us going together, why not?" You rest your head on his shoulder as you walk. Robby kisses the top of your head.
You arrive to your car and turn to stand in front of Robby. "Let's eat in tonight. Buy a bottle wine. Tell me about all things you want to do in Montana."
"Mm, I can think of a few now." He hums as he steps in front of you trapping you between his body and the car.
"Oh I bet." You giggle. Your hands rest on his chest. He continues to lean forward and captures your lips in a kiss. You moan against his lips and move your hands to his shoulders. His hands rest on your waist as he presses you against the car.
When you pull away, you're out of breath. He rests his forehead on yours, "Keys?" He holds out his hand. You place the keys into his hand and walk to the passenger side.
At your house, after your bellies are full of food and wine, you lay in bed holding each other. Robby's arm is around your stomach and you rub small circles on his forearm. "Michael? Are you still awake?"
"Yes…" He mutters. He shifts his head and puts it in the crook of your neck.
"I love you." You whisper.
"I love you too." He kisses your cheek.
You exhale and close your eyes. The last bit of anxiety settling. You were on Earth. You were stable. You were home.
Summary: Jack and Nova’s connection continues to grow, and he finds that he enjoys being Nova’s “Dada.” Meanwhile, you both try to navigate the mutual attraction that you have to each other without complicating things.
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Chapter III: Goldfish and Gummy Bears
“Okay, let’s try this again, Nova. His name is Jack. J-ack. Say it with me.”
“Dada.”
“Nope, Jack.”
“Dada.”
You and Nova both give each other blank stares as you continue trying to get her to stop calling Jack “Dada.” It’s pretty clear from the stubborn frown on her face that she won’t be changing the name anytime soon. You hold up a picture of Jack from last week when you, Jack, and Nova all went out to dinner together. Nova grabbed your phone from the table, turned the camera to face herself and Jack, and snapped a million pictures. Some blurry, but some not bad at all.
It always amazed you just how smart your little girl is at her small age.
You point at the picture, “This is Jack, Nova.”
Nova looks at the picture of Jack and then you before settling her gaze back on the picture. She smiles widely at the picture while making eye contact with you, “Dada, mama.”
You sigh before realizing that you won’t be getting anywhere with this conversation. Nova had permanently solidified Jack as “Dada” in the lexicon of her mind.
You peer at Nova, who gives you a toothy grin. You scoop her up in your arms and stand planting kisses all over her face, “You think you’re slick? My smart, pretty girl.”
Nova giggles loudly as she wriggles in your arms. You finally stop tickling her as she settles herself in your arms. She stares at you for a few seconds before puckering her lips.
You laugh as the little “mmm” leaves her lips. You peck Nova’s lips, to which she giggles even more, “Love you, mama.”
“Aww, I love you too, lovebug. How about we go to the park today and have a picnic?”
Nova squeals and claps her hands, “Yay!! Picnic!”
“Sounds good. Mommy’s gonna go pack the snack bag, you go make sure that Bun Bun is ready to go, okay?”
“Otay, mommy!”
Nova walks off to go collect Bun Bun from her room, while you move throughout the kitchen to start making the sandwiches.
It doesn’t take Nova long to come back with Bun Bun. She comes into the kitchen to stand by you, “Bun Bun ready, mama.”
“Good job, lovebug. Do you want goldfish and gummy bears today?” You ask.
Nova nods her head excitedly before taking Bun Bun out of the kitchen with her. She looks at your phone sitting on the couch and whispers “Dada” to herself. If she’s going to the park, surely Dada should be going too.
Nova casually walks over to pick up your phone and taps her fingers for your passcode. She’d been watching you each time that you put that code in, so it was practically ingrained in her mind.
She slides over to the phone app and presses Jack’s contact. She only knows that it’s him by the contact photo that you had for him.
Nova presses the phone to her ear as she waits for Jack to pick up.
Inside his house, Jack sees his phone light up with your name and contact photo. It’s a picture of you and Nova smiling. He can’t control the flutters that radiate through his chest at the sight of the picture, but also the fact that you’re calling.
Every time you call, Jack gets that feeling in his chest. He’s excited to hear yours and Nova’s voices radiating through the line. He enjoys hearing Nova tell him all about what she colored at daycare or hearing you talk about new pieces that you got at the museum.
He’s down bad, and he isn’t sure what to make of it all.
He clicks the answer button as he puts the phone up to his ear, “Hello?”
There’s a quick sound of rustling before Nova’s voice comes through the line, “Hi Dada.”
Jack softens at the sweet sound of her voice. He’s practically mush whenever the little girl calls him now. “Hi, sweet girl. How are you?”
“M’good. Dada good?”
“Yeah, honey, Dada is good, especially since you called. I missed hearing your voice.” He doesn’t even recognize that he’s used the nickname.
Nova giggles, “Miss you too, Dada.”
She pauses for a few seconds, but Jack doesn’t rush her. He waits patiently, just as he always does for his Nova darling to talk.
“Dada, me and mama go to the park. Dada come?”
Jack feels the warm tears stinging in his eyes, but he has to will them not to fall. Nova wants him to come to the park with you guys. It fully brings the moment in for him that he hasn’t really lived life outside of the Pitt.
“Nova, who are you talking to, lovebug?”
“Dada,” Nova answers, excitedly.
“Oh, can I talk to him really quickly?” You ask, keeping your tone gentle.
“Otay, mama.”
“Thank you so much, lovebug,” You respond, and Jack hears you kiss Nova, to which she giggles.
You hold the phone up to your ear, “Hi, Jack.”
The funny fluttery feeling is back in Jack’s chest and stomach. “Hi, sweetheart, how are you?”
“I’m good! I’m sorry about Nova calling. You must be busy, and she’s gotten to that stage where she knows the passcode to my phone.”
You’re rambling, but Jack only chuckles softly. “It’s fine, honey. Nova can call me anytime that she likes. The same goes to you.” He pauses for a second, “So..uh…she mentioned that you guys were going to the park?”
“Yeah, I figured that since it’s a beautiful day. Nova would enjoy some fresh air.” You look down at Nova and then the phone before the pieces fall into place, “That’s why she called. Did Nova ask you to come with us today?”
Jack scratches the back of his neck, “Uhh..yeah, but if you want it to just be you, girls. I definitely get that.”
“No! I’d love to have you there…plus, I think Nova’s kind of expecting it at this point.”
“Great. I’ll meet you both there. Is there anything you need me to bring?” Jack asks.
“Nope. Just yourself,” You reply, and it’s quite clear that there’s a smile on your face.
Nova tugs on your jeans and points at the phone. You laugh softly, “Nova wants to talk to you.” You reach down to give her the phone, which she presses to her little face.
“Dada, come to the park?” She asks, rocking from side to side.
Jack’s heart clenches in his chest, “Yeah, sweet girl, I’ll be there.”
“Yayyy!” Nova squeals as she begins babbling into the phone, more than likely telling Jack all of her plans for the park. He hums and listens carefully, while asking follow-up questions.
“Okay, Nova, we’re about to head out. Tell Da–I meant Jack bye-bye for now.” Jack doesn’t miss your slip-up, and he smirks at the mistake.
“Bye, Dada,” Nova said into the phone.
“Bye, sweet girl. I’ll see you in a bit,” Jack replies. Nova lets out a quick mhmm as the line goes dead. She hands the phone back to you as she goes to grab Bun Bun.
You grab the picnic basket, along with a blanket, before opening the door for Nova. She walks out in front of you before you both head to the elevator. Inside, Nova sings to herself while talking to Bun Bun.
“Mama, Dada, Nova, and Bun Bun go to the park. Dada loves Nova. Dada loves mama,” she said, smiling at Bun Bun.
It makes your heart clench when you hear her words. You start to wonder if she’s getting to that point of wanting a father figure in her life. So far, it’d only been you and her. You often wondered what it would’ve been like if Nova’s father had stuck around, but you refused to let your baby be confused because of his own inconsistency.
You like Jack…a lot. He’d been nothing but sweet to you and Nova since you first met him. Even outside of Nova, he’d text you throughout the day to see how you were doing.
After Nova went to sleep, he’d call you, and you would talk for hours while he was on shift. Even when you’d fall asleep, Jack would wait for a while, just listening to the sound of you breathing, before he was on his next case.
The lines are starting to become murky, and it worries you. You know that Nova’s grown attached to Jack, and selfishly, you have to admit that you’ve grown attached to him too.
It was clear to you that you and Jack needed to define the terms of your friendship…relationship, or whatever it was. For Nova’s sake.
Because the last thing you wanted was for her to end up hurt.
At the park, you and Nova wait until you see Jack’s truck pulling up. He parks in the space beside you before rounding the car to greet you and Nova.
Nova is a ball of energy as she sees Jack. “Dada,” she yells, her little legs running towards Jack.
He smiles widely and bends down to wait for Nova to crash into his arms. When she makes it, he scoops her up and holds her tight to his chest. Nova squeezes him equally as tight.
“Miss you, Dada,” she whispers in his ear.
“I missed you, too, Nova,” Jack whispers back.
You almost faint at the sheer cuteness radiating from Jack and Nova. Jack walks over to you with Nova still in his arms, and you have to admit that she kind of looks like she could be his daughter.
Nova looks like she’s completely comfortable and at home in Jack’s arms.
“Hey,” Jack said as he stood in front of you. Almost naturally, he pulls you into a hug, and you can’t help how much you like having his body pressed against yours.
Subtly, Jack catches a whiff of your perfume and melts. He likes the way that your body perfectly meshes with his. He doesn’t realize how long he’s hugging you until Nova throws her arms around you both.
You laugh at the feel of Nova patting your back and pull back from the hug. You look at Jack, “Thanks for coming. I packed a few sandwiches and snacks for us.”
“S’no problem. Thank you for inviting me. Hanging out with you and Nova is typically the highlight of my day,” Jack states.
You smile, “We like spending time with you too. But we gotta get you some more hobbies, Dr. Abbot. Work cannot be your only fun thing.”
Before he can comment, Nova starts pointing at the playground set at the park. Jack sets her on the ground just as she’s about to run towards the playground. She stops to turn to you and Jack, “Mama, Dada. Come play.”
“Okay, lovebug,” You said, walking behind her. You choose to leave the sandwiches and snacks in the car in the cooler while you and Nova play. Nova takes Jack’s and your hands to walk closer to the playground.
“Slide, Dada,” Nova said.
“Okay, sweet girl, let’s do it,” Jack replies. He helps her with climbing the slide stairs, and when she gets to the top, he’s very adamantly standing at the bottom. Nova lets out a range of giggles as she moves down the slide and into Jack’s arms. She goes back around the back for her and Jack to repeat the process. Her little laugh tugs at the strings of Jack’s heart. It also moves him with how much she wants him involved in her playtime.
You take a few videos of Nova sliding down the slide.
“Mama, monkey bars,” Nova said. The three of you walk to the monkey bars, and it’s clear that Nova’s a little too short for the monkey bars. You pick her up in your arms and lift her to the bars. “Okay, bug, you gotta make your way to the other side. I’m gonna be right here to hold you up.”
Nova reaches for each of the bars as you continue holding her. You smile at the determined look on her face, and Jack moves to the end where she can see him. When she makes it to the last bar, Jack is there to help her down. She claps happily, “Dada, I climbed all the way!”
Jack holds his hand out for a high-five, to which Nova obliges, “I saw you, sweetheart! You’re so strong!” He tickles her sides, which causes Nova to let out a range of giggles.
You, Nova, and Jack go to a few of the other playground toys, and Nova insists that you and Jack play with her at all times. There isn’t a moment when the smile leaves her small face. At the end of swinging, she turns to you, “Mama, hungry.”
“Okay, let’s go get the food.”
You, Nova, and Jack all venture back to your car to grab the cooler containing the food. You grab the spare bag that has art materials in it. Without asking, Jack grabs both bags from your hand and even scoops Nova up. Heat floods through your lower belly at seeing him in this domestic role and just how strong he is.
Jack catches the heated look that you throw his way and smirks. It’s nice for him to see that he’s not the only one being affected by all of this. Soon, you find a suitable spot in the grass that’s under a shady tree and lay the blanket out.
You, Nova, and Jack all sit down. Nova makes it clear that she wants to sit between you and Jack. She places Bun Bun next to her. You open the cooler and pass her one of the sandwiches, along with a pack of Goldfish. You pass Jack the other sandwich just as your fingers brush against each other’s. You both hold eye contact until you look down with a slight smile.
Nova takes a few of the Goldfish in her hand and offers them to Jack, “Here, Dada.”
Jack has found out fairly quickly that he can’t tell Nova ‘no,’ so he gladly takes the Goldfish from her hands, “Thank you so much, sweetheart.”
Nova takes a Goldfish in her hand and holds it up to your mouth, “Eat, mama.”
“Why, thank you, lovebug. I was so hungry,” You said, accepting the goldfish. You and Jack watch as Nova offers Goldfish to Bun Bun. She moves the stuffed rabbit closer to her ear before nodding, “Mama, Bun Bun no hungry.”
“Okay, baby, we’ll feed him later on if he gets hungry.”
The meal continues peacefully with Nova continuing to supply you and Jack with Goldfish. You open the pack of gummy bears as the three of you eat them together. After you’re finished, you wipe Nova’s hands and take out the canvases that you brought.
You look in Jack’s direction, “Do you want to paint with us?”
Jack scratches the back of his neck, “Um..I don’t know, sweetheart. I don’t have a creative bone in my body.”
You chuckle, “That’s fine. It’s not about creating a masterpiece. It’s about expressing yourself creatively. I always paint with Nova because I want her to have that outlet. Most of the time, it’s just her getting paint all over herself, but as long as she’s having fun, that’s all that matters to me.”
Jack looks down at the canvas and paint before looking back at you, “Sure, I’ll give it a shot.”
You grace him with another one of those beautiful smiles that makes his heart beat faster.
You give him and Nova a little palette to put their paints in before taking out the brushes. You take out little cups and pour water into each one.
“What are you going to paint, lovebug?” You ask Nova.
“Surprise, mommy,” She responds, which makes you and Jack laugh.
“Okay then, Ms. girl, I guess I’ll just wait and see.”
You dip your brush in the paint and start applying gentle strokes to the canvas. Jack watches the peaceful routine that you and Nova fall into, focusing on your respective canvases. He looks at his own canvas in confusion until you look up and smile at him. “Remember, it’s not about perfection. Just express yourself. Whatever the canvas is telling you, even if it means just drawing a line.”
He nods before dipping his brush in green and running it across the canvas. Truly, he has no clue what he’s doing, but he just allows himself to be. It’s nice to be out in nature with you and Nova without the hustle and bustle of the ED.
Nova hums happily to herself while she keeps her painting from your view. She peers up at you and Jack before looking down at her own painting. She sticks her tongue to the side to show that she’s concentrating on her painting. Jack chuckles lowly at how serious she is. Twenty minutes pass in tranquility before Nova looks at you and Jack with a wide grin.
“Mama! Dada! Look!” She states, turning the picture to face you and Jack.
In the picture, it’s a house with three stick figures standing outside. Nova points at the stick figures, “Us!”
You glance over at Jack, who’s already staring at you. He looks back at Nova, “It’s amazing, Nova. I love it.”
You smile softly, “Yeah, lovebug, you’re so talented! Mommy’s gonna hang it up at home, okay?”
“Otay, mama!”
Nova takes the opportunity to stand up and walks over to sit closer to Jack. She gives Jack a look before climbing to sit in his lap. She looks down at Jack’s blob of a painting before covering her mouth to giggle. You look over at the painting yourself and stifle a giggle.
Jack laughs before holding up the canvas, “What? You guys don’t think this belongs in the Louvre?”
“No..it’s abstract. I’d definitely put it by the Mona Lisa,” You said, finally laughing.
Jack turns to Nova, “How about you help me to make it prettier, babygirl?”
“Otay, Dada,” Nova responds before picking up a paintbrush. She looks to Jack for his permission, and he nods as she begins painting what looks like a flower. Jack and Nova begin their own conversation, with Jack helping Nova to paint and complimenting her.
“That looks good. I think the only thing we’re missing now is a handprint,” Jack said to Nova.
They both look to you for permission as you nod. You grab a spare plate from your bag and pour yellow paint into it. You dip Nova’s hand into the paint as she giggles at the cool feeling of the paint. She presses her small palm into the paint before removing it.
“You, Dada,” Nova said, pointing at the blank spot for Jack’s hand.
Jack dips his hand and presses it next to the spot where Nova’s handprint is. Nova turns to look at you, “Now, you mama.”
“We have to check with Jack if he wants my handprint on there,” You said before turning your gaze to Jack.
He smiles at you, “Painting wouldn’t feel complete without your hand there, sweetheart.”
You chuckle before dipping your hand in the paint and pressing it on the other side of Nova’s handprint. Jack looks at you and Nova, “There. Now it’s perfect.”
You reach over to grab the wipes to wipe your hand first. Nova moves to stand, but accidentally presses her hand with the paint on Jack’s shirt. She gasps, and you watch as she begins to poke her lip out. Tears start filling her eyes, “M’sorry, Dada.”
Jack’s expression softens, “Hey, sweetie, it’s okay. I’m not mad. It’s an accident. Watch this.”
Jack takes his hand and presses it into his shirt, “See, look, I made a mess too. It’s okay, babygirl.” He uses his other hand to wipe at her face before giving her a warm smile. Nova instantly brightens up and throws her arms around Jack’s frame. He squeezes her back while you watch the display.
You mouth a silent ‘thank you’ to Jack. Nova gives you her hand to wipe off, and without thinking, you take Jack’s hand to wipe too. He stares at the look of concentration on your face and how careful you’re being with him. When you look up again, you catch Jack’s stare. From how close you are, you’re able to see all of the freckles present in his face and catch the hints of green in his hazel eyes.
Jack’s eyes flicker down to your lips, and he thinks to himself how much he wants to kiss you.
Subtly, you both start leaning into each other before you’re interrupted by Nova yawning. You look down at her, “Hey, Nova, you getting sleepy?”
“Mhmm, mommy,” She replies, rubbing at her eyes.
“Alright, let’s get this all cleaned up, and we’ll head home.”
You’re about to reach for her when Jack stops you, “I can hold her for you.”
You give him a grateful smile while gathering up all the supplies. From the corner of your eye, you can see Jack talking with Nova while she curls up to his chest. He takes Bun Bun in his hand and starts doing a voice while waving him around. Nova giggles.
Once you’re done gathering up all the supplies, you look over to find Nova sleeping in Jack’s arms. Her chubby cheeks are pressed against his shoulder, and she looks at peace with Jack. Jack runs a soothing hand down her back while rocking her gently in his hold.
“She really likes you,” You state.
“Yeah, I really like her too. I mean, I like spending time with both of you,” Jack responds. He moves to stand, and you stick your hand out to help him up. You can tell that he’s being intentional with making sure that Nova isn’t being moved too much. He settles her in his arms, and he feels comforted by her tiny breaths that go across his neck.
For a second, Nova stirs, and Jack gently shushes her back to sleep while rocking her.
You fold the blanket before sticking it in your bag. You and Jack walk back to your cars, but it’s clear that neither of you is ready for this to end. As you open your car door, Jack gently places Nova into her car seat while strapping her in. He places Bun Bun under her arm.
As he stands, you both stand in front of each other. You look nervous for a second before biting your lip softly. Jack thinks to himself how much he’d like to be the one biting your lip.
“Do you want to come over? To talk or hang out?” You ask before you cringe. “I mean, you’re probably busy. You’ve been with us all day. I don’t want to take you away from any plans that you may have.”
Jack quickly shakes his head, “Sweetheart, I’d love to come over. I told you I was a boring old man, so I’m free.” You both chuckle as you move to your door. Jack opens the car door, “I’ll follow behind you.”
Back at your apartment, Jack follows behind you and Nova, who is still asleep. You open the door and guide Jack inside. He takes in your apartment and admits to himself that he loves how comfy your apartment feels. He had decorated his own house, but it’s still missing that quality of feeling like home.
You turn to face him, “Make yourself at home. I’m gonna go take Nova a little bath and get her settled.”
Jack nods and takes a seat on the couch. He looks around the living room and spots multiple pictures of you and Nova that adorn the walls. He stands to take a closer look. There’s one of you pregnant with Nova. Your belly rounded as you cradle the bump with a soft smile on your face. There’s one of you at your baby shower with mountains of gifts beside you. His expression softens when he gets to the picture of you from when you delivered Nova.
A freshly born Nova is lying on your chest with a head full of hair as you look down at her with tears in your eyes.
“I was really nervous when my water broke that day. I think it finally hit me that I was actually about to be a mom,” You said from behind Jack. He turns to look at you as you step closer until you’re standing side by side.
“As soon as they laid her on my chest and she looked at me, it all clicked, you know? Like it all made sense, and I suddenly couldn’t imagine a world without her in it.”
Jack keeps his gaze on you, “You’re an amazing mom. I see parents day in and day out, and trust me when I say, you’re doing amazing.”
“Thank you, Jack.”
“Would you like a drink? I have a bottle of wine,” You suggest.
“Yeah, I’ll take a glass,” He replies, following behind you into the kitchen.
He glances at the fridge, which is filled with magnets and pictures drawn by Nova. He sits at the counter while you open the bottle. You pour two glasses for yourself and Jack. He takes a sip from his as he continues watching you. You set your glass on the counter while leaning forward.
“We should talk. About Nova. About this.” You gesture between the two of you.
Jack nods. A look crosses your face before you speak, “I like you, Jack. I like spending time with you, and I know that Nova enjoys it as well. Obviously, it’s kind of complicated, especially with her calling you ‘Dada.’ I just don’t want to mix things up for her or complicate anything. I’m really curious to know what your intentions are or what you think of all of this.”
Jack takes in your words. He understands where you’re coming from. You’re a single mother just trying to protect your baby from getting hurt.
He leans forward and grabs your hand in his, “Sweetheart, I wasn’t lying when I said that spending time with you and Nova is the highlight of my week. I mean, my day gets better when I get a call from either of you. I have grown attached to Nova….but I also really like you, sweetheart. You’re smart. You’re beautiful. You’re funny. I’m fine with taking this in whatever way that you want me to. If you want to just be friends, then I’m fine with that. But I’d like to explore the option of being more…if you’re open to that? I care about you, and I care about Nova. I wouldn’t do anything if it meant that either of you got hurt.”
There’s a moment of silence for you and Jack as you digest his words. Your heart thuds in your chest at his declaration of feelings for you. You look down at your intertwined hands and then back up at Jack. You take the moment to walk to the other side of the counter so you’re standing in front of him.
Jack straightens and looks down at you. He lowers his head until you’re both nose-to-nose. He can feel your breath wafting against his. He makes eye contact with you and silently asks for your permission. You nod just as he brings his lips down upon yours.
Jack takes the opportunity to bring his hand up to cup the side of your face as he deepens the kiss. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire from how Jack kisses you. You’re both practically gasping into the kiss. Jack loses himself in you. He spins your body so your back is pressed into the counter. He moves his lips from yours and trails them across your neck. A soft moan leaves your lips as Jack presses kisses there. He slots his knee between your open legs, and your body shudders.
He’s about to kiss you again when you both hear Nova call out, “Mommy, I thirsty.”
“Okay, lovebug, I’ll be right there,” You call back.
Jack steps back and flashes a boyish smile at you. “I should get going. I wouldn’t want her to get the wrong idea.” As you walk Jack to the door, he turns to press one last kiss against your lips.
“I’m here for as long as you and Nova want me to be. It doesn’t bother me that she calls me her dad. If it makes you uncomfortable, we can find a way of working around it, but I meant it when I said that I’m serious about this. About us. Let me take you out next Friday.”
“Deal,” You said, smiling at him.
“Mommy, water!” Nova yells from her room. You and Jack chuckle.
“I’m being summoned,” You state.
Jack chuckles, “Yeah, wouldn’t want to keep her waiting. Goodnight, sweetheart. Thank you for letting me come.”
“Of course. Goodnight, Jack. Text me when you get home.”
He nods and turns to leave. He can’t resist the temptation of pulling you in for another kiss. As he leaves, he smiles to himself at the fluttery feelings radiating through his chest. He could get used to this.
You close the door as you make your way to the kitchen to grab Nova’s water. You gently touch your lips, which are still tingling from kissing Jack.
You haven’t felt like this in a while.
You hold onto that feeling as you walk to Nova’s room.
1,000 follower celebration!!
Cami's House Party!!!
thank you so much! All of you reading my fics makes me so happy!
I want to say that I do it because nobody else is going to. Nobody can read my sick mind and put it out there. I do it because I like it and I am more than happy to share it.
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So I would like to continue to give and invite you to my house party.
Find a place to be and request:
the porch- ask about my personal headcannons of the pitt, personal opinions of the show, or anything else you want to know about me (music taste, faves, etc.,)
the living room- request a character + a prompt for fluff (headcannons or drabble please specify)
the kitchen- request a character + a prompt for a moodboard! (black women will be primarily used in photos)
the bathroom- request a character + a prompt for angst (headcannons or drabble please specify)
the bedroom- request a character + a prompt for smut (headcannons or drabble please specify) [there might be a peeping tom in there. if you catch them, request the character, let me know who it was (the real freak shit😉)]
guests at the party (characters I have written for): Robby, Abbot, Mohan, Santos, Langdon, Whitaker, Park, Ogilvie, and King (but i will write for anybody from the pitt. park has less than a min. of screen time i'll do anything.)
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i hope this doesn't seem too complicated but here's an example if you want to play along:
I'm in the kitchen with Whitaker and would like some headcannons or a drabble about....
or
I'm in the bedroom and I caught Santos being a peeping tom
synopsis: you visit the El Caido family and spend time with Titus
warnings/notes: here be smut. nothing else outside of canon. I'm not marking for spoilers as the movie has been out long enough at this point.
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Previous Series Masterlist
Chapter Three: I'm That Witch
you can whisper, you can pray
you can try to look away
close your eyes, make a wish
open up, I'm still that witch
The car took you directly to the airport. You evidently had no desire to linger in Wilkinson’s vicinity or any business that needed doing in the area. Titus saved his questions until the plane was in the air heading to the next destination. He’d earned answers from you that helped paint a broader picture of who you were, but there was still so much he desired to know. He decided not to press. For now.
“Who’s next?” he asked instead.
“The El Caidos.”
Titus nodded. He’d expected as much. The El Caidos were the newest family to be added to the council, having signed their contracts in the last century. Beginning as a minor family, they moved up as they accumulated wealth and power. They filled the seat that the destruction of the Richards family had left vacant for over four decades.
Ignatio El Caido had become something of a celebrity in Europe. It was too flashy for Titus, too much, but he was in no position to judge what the other families did with their bargains. He had met Ignatio several times over the years, though he wouldn’t call the man a friend. A better acquaintance than Bill Wilkinson certainly, but not one Titus would choose to associate with if not necessary.
You leaned back in your seat and studied him, your gaze focused as if you were trying to solve a difficult puzzle. “I believe we could use a bit of a break before that meeting, however.”
He stilled, gaze flicking over you. He wouldn’t mind a break, truth be told, but he was in no hurry to return to his regular life. He’d become far too accustomed to spending all of his time with you.
“You’ll stay with me, won’t you, Titus?” The question was quiet, a soft smile playing on your lips.
He answered without hesitation. “Wouldn’t dream of doing otherwise.”
Your smile spread across your face, warm and bright. Titus’ chest tightened. He’d do whatever it took to keep seeing that smile from you.
You took a helicopter from the mainland across a turquoise expanse of ocean straight to your private island. The pilot didn’t speak, simply handing you both a set of headphones before taking his place at the controls. The island appeared on the horizon, first as a small green speck before growing larger with every passing minute. It wasn’t huge but the white sand beaches and lush vegetation gave it an almost dreamlike quality.
The helicopter touched down on a patch of smooth stone near a large colonial style home that overlooked the water. But it was a separate smaller structure that caught Titus’ attention. A hut built on stilts sat directly over the ocean, surrounded by a roomy deck connected to the shore by a long wooden walkway.
“I prefer it to the house,” you said, following his gaze. “My own personal haven.”
As you approached the main building, a figure emerged from the front door. Titus did a double take, nearly stumbling over his own feet as he recognized The Lawyer. The man was dressed in navy trunks and a loose linen shirt, sunglasses perched on his nose, a pink drink in one hand with an umbrella stuck in the top of it. He raised his glass in greeting, a small smile on his lips.
Titus blinked in surprise. “I’ve never seen him in anything but a suit. I don’t think anyone has.”
You laughed. “Well, surely you didn’t think he wore one all the time. Did you think he wore suits to bed?”
“To be honest, I wasn’t certain he slept.”
That earned him another laugh as you led the way out to the hut. The interior was larger than it appeared from the outside, with wide windows on all sides letting in the brilliant sunlight. The glass floor showcased the brilliant blue water and colorful fish below. A kitchenette sat in one corner, complete with a small refrigerator and a two-burner stove. A bathroom with a rainfall shower stood on the opposite side. And in the center of it all was a king-sized bed with crisp white sheets.
Titus glanced around, genuinely impressed. “This is amazing.”
“Thank you.” You tossed your bag into a chair. “I had it built several decades ago. It’s the favorite of all my properties.”
He rocked on his heels, hands in his pockets. “Will you be okay out here alone?”
You tilted your head, studying him with eyes that always seemed to see more than he intended to reveal. “You’re welcome to stay in the house with Sol, but I assumed you’d rather stay here with me.”
“Sol?” Titus glanced out the door to where The Lawyer lay reclined on a lounger on the deck just outside your hut enjoying the sunshine.
You smiled. “I wouldn’t let him hear you calling him that. He gets rather testy about it.”
Titus’ mind caught up with the rest of your statement and he took a step closer. “You want me to stay here? With you?”
“Only if you’d like. You’re certainly under no obligation to humor me.” Your tone was casual but there was a flicker of vulnerability in your gaze that you quickly masked.
He wanted to touch you, wanted to trace his fingers along your jaw and feel the softness of your skin. Instead, he nodded, keeping his voice as steady as he could manage. “Of course. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
You gave him that unforgettable smile again then ducked behind a wooden screen set up in the corner of the hut. “There should be a couple of drawers cleared for you on the lefthand side of the dresser,” you said.
Titus slid the top drawer open and found two pairs of trunks laying inside.
“I had those delivered for you. Hopefully they fit.”
He turned at the sound of your voice and his mouth went dry. You wore a simple black one-piece swimsuit with a lightweight cover up open over the top of it. The sight of you, all smooth skin and curves, sent a jolt of heat straight through him.
He swallowed hard and nodded. “Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it. I’ll be outside if you need anything.”
He unpacked quickly then changed into a pair of dark green trunks that fit perfectly. When he stepped outside, he found you on one of the loungers, a wide-brimmed hat shading your face. The Lawyer was on your left and an empty lounger sat to your right. He was certain there had only been two chairs present when you entered the hut. He shook the thought away. What did it matter really?
“There he is,” The Lawyer greeted, lifting his glass. “Drinks are on the table.”
Titus nodded and picked up a glass of amber liquid before settling himself beside you.
The day passed in a haze of pleasant conversations. You spoke of places you’d been, things you’d seen, with The Lawyer contributing his own stories. The two of you bounced topics off each other with the ease of very old friends. Titus found himself utterly enthralled, hanging off your every word.
As the sun began its slow descent toward the horizon, The Lawyer’s phone buzzed making you scrunch up your nose in irritation. He pulled it from his pocket, read the message and sighed.
He stood and stretched. “I have a matter to see to. You two enjoy your evening. I’ll have a meal sent out.”
Titus watched him walk back to the main house, visibly relaxed and loose. It was strange to see the normally impeccable man be so casual but it somehow suited him.
“He works too much,” you said with a sigh, pulling Titus’ attention back to you.
“He’s dedicated.”
You hummed in acknowledgement. “That is one word for it, yes.”
You stood suddenly, dropping your coverup onto the lounger before diving smoothly into the water. Titus watched transfixed as you sliced through the surface and disappeared beneath the waves. A moment later, you resurfaced. “Coming?” you called, treading the water.
Titus followed you into the ocean, the cool water a shock against his sun-warmed skin. You smiled as he swam toward you, then turned and began to move farther from the shore with strong even strokes. Titus matched your pace, staying slightly behind so he could keep an eye on you.
“You’re a good swimmer,” you said when you paused to float on your back.
“So are you.”
You laughed. “I’ve had a lot of time to practice.”
You swam together until the sun touched the water, painting the surface in shades of gold, pink and orange. When you finally turned back toward the hut, Titus followed, admiring the play of muscles under your skin as you cut through the water.
At the ladder, you climbed up first. It was only then, that Titus saw your back clearly for the first time. Scars crisscrossed your skin. Thin lines, some deeper than others overlapped the expanse of your flesh, a pattern that showed a history of suffering and survival.
Titus’ breath caught in his throat. He followed quickly behind you, water dripping from his body as he stepped onto the deck. You reached for your coverup, but he caught your wrist, stopping you.
“What?” you asked, looking over your shoulder at him.
His free hand reached out, fingers tracing over the worst of the scars, a thick ropy line that ran from just below one shoulder blade to the small of your back. “Tell me they’re dead.” His voice was tight with a rage that surprised even him.
You blinked, confusion evident in your expression. “What?”
“The scars.” His fingers still rested lightly on your skin. “Tell me whoever is responsible is dead.”
You turned to face him completely, searching his expression. “Yes,” you said finally. “For a very long time now.”
“Did they suffer?”
Your lips curved into a cold smile. “Most assuredly.”
“Good.”
You reached up, your palm resting against his cheek. “You’re angry.”
“For you.” The words felt inadequate but he couldn’t find better ones. Not at the moment.
Your smile softened. “No one’s been angry on my behalf in a very long time.”
Titus leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours. “Then they’re idiots.”
You laughed. “I like you, Titus Danforth.”
“I like you, too.” More than like if he was being honest but that felt like a truth too fragile to voice. Not yet.
You stepped back, picking up your coverup and slipping it on. “Hungry?”
“Starving.”
“Good. There should be a meal waiting inside for us.” You headed for the door, then paused, looking back at him over your shoulder. “And Titus?”
“Yes?”
“Thank you.”
He nodded, not trusting his voice. As you disappeared inside, he took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. He was in deep, deeper than he’d ever been with anyone, and there was nowhere else he’d rather be.
Three weeks passed in a blur of sun-drenched days and starlit nights. Titus held you every evening in that bed over the water, your body warm against his, your breath soft against his skin. You’d kissed, gods how you’d kissed, your hands exploring, your lips demanding. But that was the extent of it. So far.
Now, as the car pulled up to the sprawling El Caido estate in the Spanish countryside, Titus found himself reluctant to share you, even for the span of a single evening.
“They’ve pulled out all the stops,” you observed as the driver opened your door.
Titus followed your gaze to where Ignatio El Caido waited at the top of the wide stone steps, his children flanking him on either side. Flowers in enormous arrangements lined the path, servants stood at attention and the massive front doors stood open, inviting you into the opulence within.
“They’re showing off,” Titus said in a low tone as he offered his hand to help you from the car.
You smiled, your fingers warm in his. “Let them.”
Ignatio descended the steps as you approached, arms spread wide in welcome. He was a handsome man in his late forties with a bright white smile and laugh lines around his eyes. His suit was impeccably tailored, his shoes polished to a mirror shine.
“Welcome, welcome,” he said, his accent thick but his English flawless. “It is an honor to host you in our humble home.”
Titus bit back a laugh at the description. The El Caido estate was many things, but humble wasn’t one of them.
“Thank you for having us,” you replied, your smile cool but polite.
Ignatio’s gaze lingered on your face for a moment before shifting to Titus. “Titus. A pleasure to see you again.”
“Likewise.” The lie came easily.
“And these are my children, Francesca and Felipe.” Ignatio gestured to them in turn.
Francesca was beautiful in a way that came from excellent genes and the best regimens money could buy. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes as she offered a slight nod. Felipe, no more than ten, stood straight-backed and serious beside his sister, his dark eyes taking in everything.
“Please come inside. Dinner has been prepared.” Ignatio offered an arm to escort you.
Titus followed, watching as Ignatio leaned close to whisper in your ear. Your expression didn’t change but Titus caught the slight stiffening of your shoulders. He’d spent enough time with you now to recognize the signs of your annoyance. His lips twitched as he reined in a smile.
The dining room was as opulent as the rest of the house. A massive table was set with silver and crystal, candles casting a warm glow. Ignatio seated you at his right hand with Titus beside you. Francesca sat across from you, Felipe beside her.
Ignatio filled your glass with a deep red wine. “I hope you enjoy Spanish cuisine. I’ve taken the liberty of having some of our traditional dishes prepared.”
“It looks wonderful,” you said as you picked up your fork.
Throughout the meal, Ignatio maintained a steady stream of conversation, his eyes never leaving your face for long. He laughed too loudly at your responses, leaned too close when speaking, his hand brushing against yours with deliberate frequency.
Titus watched it all with growing irritation. You weren’t his, not exactly, but the thought of Ignatio’s hands on you made his blood boil. Titus had held you every night for weeks, had memorized the curve of your smile, the taste of your tongue. He knew the sound of your laugh and the feel of your skin beneath his palms. And while you’d never discussed labels, the idea of sharing you with anyone, let alone a preening peacock like Ignatio El Caido, made him want to break something. Preferably the other man’s face.
“I don’t see why I needed to be here for this. I could be with Alex right now,” Francesca said, pushing food around her plate with disinterest.
Ignatio’s smile tightened. “Because, as I’ve explained numerous times, our guest wished to meet the entire family.”
“Well, she met us. Can I go now?”
“Francesca.” The warning in his tone was clear.
She rolled her eyes dramatically. “It’s just dinner. It’s not like it’s anything important.”
Your gaze moved between the father and daughter, something close to amusement in your eyes.
“Enough,” Ignatio snapped, finally losing his patience. He turned to you with an apologetic smile. “I apologize for my daughter’s behavior. She’s very much in love.”
“Is she?” you replied in a flat tone as you set down your utensils. “Perhaps we should move onto our business.”
You adjourned to a room lined with dark bookcases filled with leather bound books and heavy furniture. Ignatio offered drinks, which you declined. Once everyone was seated, save for Titus who stood slightly behind you, you got straight to the point.
“Francesca will not be marrying Alex Le Domas.” Your tone was almost bored.
Francesca’s head snapped up from where she sat on a small sofa to the side of the room with her brother. “What?”
Ignatio held up a hand to silence his daughter as he struggled to maintain his perpetual smile. “I’m sorry, would you repeat that?”
“You heard me perfectly well. The marriage will not take place.”
Francesca shot to her feet. “You can’t just—”
Ignatio snapped her name, his tone sharp and firm. “Be quiet.”
“No.” She crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at her father. “This is my life you’re talking about. I’m not going to just stand here while you—”
“Just give me a moment to sort this out,” Ignatio forced through clenched teeth. He turned his focus back to you, his expression carefully composed. “May I ask why Mr. Le Bail would not want two of the families to merge? It has never been a problem before.”
“You are not owed an explanation, just a decree.”
His jaw tightened and Titus shifted subtly closer to you. “With all due respect,” Ignatio continued, “a union between the El Caido and Le Domas families has been in the works for years now. The contracts are signed, the arrangements made. To cancel now would—”
“What?” you interrupted, one eyebrow raised. “Would what? Cost you time? Money perhaps? I assure you the cost of proceeding would be far greater.”
Titus watched as Ignatio’s entire demeanor changed in the blink of an eye. His defiance fell away to be replaced by something close to terror, his pallor becoming noticeably paler. Eyes wide as a sheen of sweat formed on his brow.
“I love him,” Francesca pleaded.
“Francesca, for fuck’s sake, shut up,” her father snapped, not taking his eyes off you.
“I will not shut up! This is—”
“Shut the fuck up,” Ignatio yelled, turning to face his daughter with a fury that finally had the girl shrinking back. He turned back to you, a fake smile firmly in place. “Understood. It won’t be a problem, I assure you.”
You hummed in agreement and gave him a nod. “Excellent. I think we’re done here.”
As you stood, Ignatio moved around the desk, offering his hand. “Thank you for coming. We appreciate your guidance in this matter.”
Your handshake was brief, professional. “Of course. Good evening, Mr. El Caido.”
Titus followed you from the room, hyper aware of the tension radiating from Ignatio behind you. Whatever had passed between you, whatever you’d shown him that the rest of them didn’t see, had been enough to bring one of the most powerful men in Europe to heel.
And gods, it was one of the most attractive things Titus had ever witnessed.
He settled into the back of the car beside you. The driver had been instructed to take you directly to the airport much to Titus’ surprise. He’d assumed you’d be spending time in country like you had in Beijing and India.
Your interaction with Ignatio had left Titus slightly unsettled. “How did you make Ignatio fall in line so quickly? I’ve known that man to argue for hours over something he believed in. One minute he was ready to go head-to-head with you, the next he couldn’t comply fast enough.”
The corner of your lips kicked up in a smirk. “I just reminded him who he was dealing with.”
One brow lifted. “That’s all?”
You shifted in your seat, angling your body toward his. “That’s all it took. He grew comfortable in his power. He forgot it was given, not earned. That it can be taken away just as easily.”
Titus nodded slowly, considering your words. He’d seen the change in real time, sudden understanding replacing Ignatio’s indignation. Whatever you’d shown him had been enough to strip away all of his carefully cultivated arrogance.
“And why is Le Bail opposed to Le Domas marrying Francesca?” he asked, the question had been gnawing at him since your announcement. “The families have intermarried before. It’s never been an issue.”
You hummed, your gaze on the passing scenery rather than him. “The Le Domas family has grown weak. The current generation lacks the fervor of their ancestors. They’ve grown complacent, content to rest on the achievements of those who came before them.”
Titus nodded. What he’d seen of the Le Domas family had left him unimpressed. They were wealthy certainly, well connected, but there was always the sense they were playing at power rather than wielding it.
“The new heirs don’t look much better, unfortunately,” you continued without prompting. “Alex Le Domas is not committed to the family or the contract. He’ll drag the El Caido line down with him.”
“But why intervene now? Why not let nature take its course?”
Your smile widened, taking on a predatory edge. “Le Bail wants a hunt. It’s time for the Le Domas family to prove themselves.”
Titus’ brows shot up. Though written into all the contracts in one form or another, the wedding hunts actually didn’t happen very often. Once every generation or so.
You studied his face gauging his reaction. “They need a reminder of what’s at stake.”
Titus leaned back in his seat, mind racing. “When?”
You shrugged. “Whenever Alex Le Domas finds a new bride. I don’t expect it will take long. He wasn’t as enamored with Francesca as she likes to believe.”
When you arrived at the jet, Titus followed you up the stairs watching the sway of your hips, the set of your shoulders. These were the moments he liked best, between visits, between families. When you were just you and he was just Titus, neither of you pretending to more than you were. You disappeared through a door and emerged minutes later wearing clothing more suitable for travel. You had on dark leggings and a sweater hanging off one shoulder. You looked softer like this, more approachable, though he knew better than to ever mistake that for weakness.
You sat across from him as the engines kicked on, preparing for takeoff. He handed you a glass of bourbon.
“Who’s next?” he asked once you were airborne.
You took a sip, eyes meeting his over the glass. “We’re finished for the time being.”
His chest felt tight. Finished. As in no more families to visit, no more reasons for the two of you to travel together. As in his time with you was coming to an end.
“I see.” He kept his voice neutral despite the sudden hollow feeling in his gut.
Your head titled as you studied him. “Do you?”
Titus took a breath, weighing his words. He could play it cool, act as if your announcement hadn’t just flipped his world upside down. Could return to his life, his responsibilities. His family. Could pretend that these weeks with you hadn’t fundamentally altered something inside of him.
But you valued honesty. Above all else, The Lawyer had said. And Titus had never wanted anything as much as he wanted you.
“Let me stay with you.” The words left his lips before he could reconsider.
You watched him for a beat then asked, “Why?”
“Because I can’t bear to be separated from you. I’m not willing to say goodbye. Not now. Not ever.”
For a long moment you were silent, your expression unreadable. Titus held his breath, waiting for your response, for the rejection he was certain would come. Then your face transformed, a smile spreading across your lips that stole the air from his lungs.
“Oh, Titus.” You reached across the space between you, your fingers brushing against his cheek. “We’re going to have so much fun you and I.”
Relief washed through him, warm and intoxicating. You wanted him. You were choosing him. The knowledge settled in his chest, a weight he welcomed.
You leaned back in your seat, pulling a cigarette from the case you always carried. Titus reached for his lighter, but before he could produce it, you held up a finger as if to shush him. A flame appeared on the tip of your finger, orange and hungry.
Titus watched transfixed as you brought the flame to the end of your cigarette, lighting it. You closed your eyes as you took the first drag, your face relaxed in obvious pleasure. When you opened them again, flames danced in the depths of your eyes.
He suddenly had a perfect understanding of what you had shown to Ignatio, of the glimpse of your truth you had allowed the man the privilege of seeing. Titus supposed he should have been terrified, should have been scrambling for safety. Instead, he found himself leaning closer, drawn to you like a moth to a flame. You were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, the glimpse of your true nature breathtaking.
He was constantly astonished by you. Your mind, your power, your capacity for cruelty matched only your capacity for kindness. The flames in your eyes were just the latest revelation in a seemingly endless stream of them. He sat his drink down, his gaze never leaving your face.
“You are exquisite.” He left his seat in a single fluid motion, moving to kneel at your feet. Your eyes widened slightly, the flames dancing brighter before your normal gaze returned as you looked down at him.
“What are you doing?” you asked, voice soft.
“Let me show you how I feel.” His hands rested lightly on your knees, not pushing, not demanding.
You studied him for a long moment, your expression unreadable. Then your hand came down and your fingers traced the line of his jaw with a feather-light touch. “You can show me anything you want to, baby.”
The permission, the endearment sent a rush of heat straight through him. Titus reached up and took the cigarette from between your fingers. He held your gaze as he stubbed it out in the ashtray beside your seat.
Then he was moving, one hand sliding behind your neck as he pulled you down to meet his kiss. Your lips were soft, yielding, then demanding as you responded with equal fervor. His tongue traced the seam of your mouth and you opened for him with a soft sound that went directly to his cock.
Titus kissed his way along your jaw to the sensitive spot beneath your ear, smiling against your skin as you shivered. His hand slipped beneath the hem of your sweater, tracing the warm skin of your stomach, feeling the muscles contract at his touch.
“May I?” he asked, fingers hovering at the waistband of your leggings.
In answer, you lifted your hips to give him better access. Titus didn’t need to be told twice. He worked your leggings down, taking your panties with them, his mouth following the path of his hands. Kisses pressed to your inner thigh, your knee, the curve of your calf.
You were bare before him, exposed and beautiful. Titus took a moment to simply look, to memorize the sight of you like this. Then he bent his head, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the juncture of your thigh and hip.
Your hand came down to tangle in his hair. Titus turned his head, pressing a kiss to your palm before continuing his journey. His tongue traced your folds, teasing. You made a sound of frustration as your hips shifted restlessly.
“Titus,” you said his name, half plea, half command.
He smiled against your skin, then finally, finally gave you what you wanted. His tongue delved inside you, tasting the evidence of your desire. Your fingers tightened in his hair. Titus worked you with his mouth, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention to the bundle of nerves that had you gasping.
Your thighs began to tremble, your breath coming in short, sharp pants. Titus slid a finger inside of you, then another, curling them to find the spot that made you cry out. Your release built quickly after that, your body tensing beneath his hands.
“Titus,” you gasped, hips arching against him.
He doubled his efforts, his tongue and fingers working in concert as you came apart above him. Your thighs clamped around his head as pleasure washed through you. Titus worked you through it, gentling his touch as your tremors began to subside.
Before he could fully pull away, your hand was in his hair again, tugging him up. “Come here.”
He straightened still on his knees and you leaned down to capture his mouth with yours. The kiss was deep, hungry, your tongue exploring his mouth as if you wanted to taste yourself on his lips. Which, Titus realized with a surge of desire, you did.
“Up,” you said when you finally broke the kiss.
He obeyed without hesitation, rising to his feet. You stood with him, your hands going to the buttons of the shirt. You made quick work of them, pushing the fabric from his shoulders once the last one was free. Your palms ran over his chest, tracing the lines of muscle there.
“Pants,” you said, fingers working at his belt.
Titus toed off his shoes as you opened his fly, pushing his pants and boxers down in one smooth motion. He stepped out of them, kicking them aside. You were already moving, pushing him back until his legs hit his chair. He sat, looking up at you with naked desire.
You reached for the hem of your sweater, pulling it over your head in one swift motion. Your bra followed, leaving you bare. Titus couldn’t look away, mesmerized by the sight of you. You straddled his lap, your heat pressed against his erection. His hands found your hips, holding you steady as you rocked against him.
“I need you, Titus.” You reached between you to guide him to your entrance.
He caught your wrist, stopping you. “Wait.”
You paused, brow furrowed in confusion. “What’s wrong?”
His nose traced the line of your neck. “Say you’re mine.” The words left his mouth before he could reconsider, raw and honest.
You pulled back slightly, eyes searching his. “What?”
“Be mine.” His hands tightened on your hips. “Let me take care of you. Let me worship you. Let me stay with you.”
One hand came up to cup his cheek. “For how long?”
“For as long as you’ll have me.”
Something flashed in your eyes before your lips curved into a smile. “Yes, I’m yours, Titus.” You leaned forward, your breath warm against his ear. “Please.”
That was all the encouragement he needed. His hand replaced yours between your bodies, guiding himself to your entrance. You sank down onto him in one smooth motion, taking him to the hilt. The feeling of you hot and tight around him, drew a groan from deep in his throat.
You began to move, setting a pace that had you both gasping. Titus’ hands grasped your waist, helping to guide your movements, to deepen each thrust. Your forehead rested against his, your breath mingling with his as pleasure built between you.
“I’ve wanted this,” you admitted, the words broken by a particularly deep thrust. “Since the moment I first saw you.”
Titus couldn’t respond, could only hold you tighter as his release approached. You sensed it, your movements becoming more deliberate, designed to push him over the edge. When his release came it roared through him with the force of a tidal wave, his body arching beneath yours as his pleasure overwhelmed him.
You followed moments later, your body clenching around him as you climaxed. Titus held you through it, whispering praises against your skin along with promises of devotion and desire.
As your breathing began to slow, you lifted your head to look at him. “Mine,” you said, the word both statement and question.
“Yours,” he agreed when he finally found his voice.
michael 'robby' robinavitch x widow!singlemom!reader
"girl you really got a hold on me,
so this isn't just puppy love,"
me and your mama, childish gambino
tags please read: robby is not a good person, he's kinda creepy (morally dark grey?) it's just not a good thing what he's doing; infiltrates your family, trying to replace your deceased husband and the father of your children, unhealthy attachment to something that doesn't belong to him, dark(?) romance,
summary: your husband dies in The Pitt and the doctor that was trying to save his life becomes a part of your family. Your kids love him and so do you. Maybe even more than your dead husband.
wc: 7.4k
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Just hours ago, your husband was alive. He was okay, talking, laughing, and joking around with the doctors. He said he was going to the ER because he was complaining about his chest pain and told you not to worry about it. He called you to tell you everything was fine and that he was okay. Then your world came crashing down.
The doctor pulled you aside, away from your children to explain to you what happened. "My name is Dr. Robinavitch and I was one of the doctors that was treating your husband today. Are you aware of why your husband came in?"
You nod, "He said it may have been a heart attack," You voice no higher than a whisper.
"Yes, he was suffering from chest pain and we were able to catch a blockage in his heart. As we were doing emergency surgery putting a catheter in his chest to help with the blockage he went into cardiac arrest and we were unable to resuscitate."
Tears stream down your face as you listen to him. You swallow any big emotions you had as you follow along. "He… he was hurting the last couple of days. He made it seem like it wasn't a big deal." You avoid the doctor's gaze, "I can't believe this. He's just gone."
"Do you have anyone you can call to support you right now?"
"No… I uh, I have no one," You sniffle, "Not right now anyway. I need to tell my kids."
"Of course, in this room," He touches the knob of the viewing room, "we have cleaned his body for your viewing. Take as much time as you need then let me know when you're ready." He takes a step back towards the doorway of the stairwell when he sees the kids on the stairs.
A young boy and a smaller girl. Both in their teens, he can guess. The boy was older, there were no tears in his eyes but he had a stiff jaw as he tried to repress his emotions. He reminded Robby of Jake a bit. The little girl leans into her brothers hold as her lip quivers. Tears flowing from her eyes like her mother. They looked like carbon copies.
Robby stays by the entryway as you lead the kids by the door of the viewing room. Your voice is still low as you repeat a bit of what Robby had just explained. The little girl begins to openly sob as the boy's jaw shifts. His eyes are watering now. Robby can tell as the sunlight catches the glisten in the boy's eyes.
You look to Robby and nod. He comes up to the viewing room door and opens it for your family. Your heart instantly falls into your stomach as you look at the relaxed expression on your husband's face. He looked so at peace like he was just resting. Your lips twist as you look over his features. It was like all the color drained from his face. You had to remember to breath as you hoped that he would too.
Your daughter, Vivian, holds his hand squeezing it as she cried. Your son, Elijah can't bear to look anymore shouldering past Robby back out into the hall. You sniffle as you look worriedly. Robby gives you a smile of understanding, "If you'd like, I can go speak with your son."
"Could you?" You smile, "They were inseparable. I can't imagine how he's feeling right now. His name is Elijah."
Robby nods and steps out in the hall to find Elijah against the wall by the door with his knees in his chest and his head resting on his kneecaps. Robby sinks down beside him. He hears the boy sniffle and inch away from him. "It's okay to feel the way you're feeling." He speaks gently, "There's nothing wrong with grieving."
Elijah lifts his head, "He texted me 2 hours ago… I didn't even look at it." He lets out a sob, "And now he's just gone. I… I didn't get to make him proud like he wanted me to."
"I'm sure you did." Robby says, "You shouldn't beat yourself up for missing a text message. Sometimes things happen out of our control. You are human and you texting him or not would not have changed the outcome here."
Elijah pulls out his phone and opens the message. His frown deepens then he closes his phone, "I should go check on my mom." He stands up. He holds out his hand for Robby.
Robby grabs his forearm and effortlessly the young man pulls him up. Without a second glance, Elijah enters the viewing room again. Robby enters back into the ED and stands in front of the nurse's station to look at the status board.
"How is the family?" Dana asks.
"Oh you know, just lost their patriarch and struggling with the loss. The boy acts stoic already trying to step into a new role of 'man of the house.'" He sighs as he looks back in the direction of the stairwell, "I suppose they'll be there for a bit."
Robby would never tell a soul this. Not even Abbot. He thought you were beautiful as you cried. How effortless tears slid down your face with a crease in your eyes. Was it weird to imagine you looking at him the same way you looked at your dead husband in the viewing room. There was a part of him that wished he could have been beside you. To be the shoulder for you to cry on. He shakes those thoughts out of his head and goes to find the med-students to discuss the case.
After a half hour, you and your family leave the viewing room. While Robby is busy, you speak to Dana. A funeral home will be coming back to pick up your husband's body. You ask for her to pass along a thank you to Robby before leaving the ED.
Of course, Robby was already eavesdropping so he heard everything. His heartbreaks as he watches you leave. Elijah still looked upset. He wonders what the text message was about that made him clamp up again. He sighs as he disposes those feelings he had and comes to terms that he will probably never see you again.
When he justified his feelings, he should have probably included not seeing your children too.
It was two weeks after your husband passed away in the ED. Elijah and his sister are sitting in North 1 waiting to be seen. Robby recognizes the boys name and takes the case from his resident.
He knocks on the wall and slides open the curtain. There on a stool is the girl, looking just as sad as she did two weeks ago. Her eyes were puffy and tears had dried on her cheeks. Robby gives her a reassuring smile, "Hey Elijah remember me?"
"Sure, the doctor from when dad died here." He mumbles.
"I didn't catch your name sweetheart," Robby looks to the girl. "I'm Dr. Robby."
"Her name is Vivian." Elijah speaks for the girl, "Can we just move this along?"
"Okay," Robby looks at his tablet for his chart, "Alright, based on your x-ray, you definitely broke your knuckle."
"Oh my god, Eli…" Vivian winces, "Mom is gonna be so mad."
"Mom has worse things to worry about." Elijah snaps at the girl then turns to Robby, "So can you fix it?"
"Sure. You'll just need to be in a splint for several weeks. Refrain from using your hand, flexing the knuckle and such. We can clean that up for you and get you some pain meds now."
"Great." Eli says flatly.
"Hey Vivian, the two of you have been waiting here awhile. Why don't you take this," He hands her a five dollar bill, "And get you and Eli a snack. There is a vending machine in the room right next door."
Vivian hesitates for a moment then hops off the stool. She sets her large backpack down and goes to the break room to get the snacks.
Once she's gone, Robby checks over Eli's hand. "Should I see the other guy?" He puts on his gloves and opens the cart for antiseptic and triple antibiotic ointment.
"There was no other guy." Eli winces as he feels Robby put the antiseptic on his cuts.
"Oh I know. Usually a broken knuckle comes from hitting something harder than a head or any other body part. Like a wall, or concrete…"
"It was a concrete wall…" Eli winces again, "Viv and I were at the skate rink."
"No wonder your sister's bag is so bulky. So, what happened? A toddler tripped you during free skate?"
"It's my bag. She's just carrying it for me. It has some of my gear in there." He corrects, "We were practicing. Mornings is figure skating. Afternoon is hockey. I started to get frustrated and I don't know… I just lost it."
"It can be frustrating getting back to the way of life after death," Robby mutters, "But wow, practice in the summer, you two are very devoted."
"Dad drilled it into us." He sighs, "We've been on the ice since we learned how to walk. Now it feels pointless."
"Pointless? You're life is just starting and it already feels pointless?!" Robby chuckles, "It can't be all that bad. This injury isn't a career ender." He sheds off his gloves, "Look, you're not going to feel better overnight, Eli. Take a deep breath and slow down. Or else you'll start to scare people."
Vivian returns with a small bag of chips and two cans of pop. She hands one to Eli and offers the other to Robby. He shakes his head, "You have it, sweetie." He stands up, "Let me get your splint really quick."
Robby goes to the nurse's station and finds a splint for Eli. He returns to find Vivian sitting beside her brother on the bed. Eli has his unharmed hand on her arm to comfort her. Most likely reassuring her. He places the hand splint on, keeping his middle and ring finger straight and covered by the splint. "Alright, good news Viv, your brother gets to live another day."
She smiles, "Thank you Dr. Robby."
"Of course. Now you have to make sure that he follows the home care instructions so he can heal right and get back on the ice."
She nods determined.
"Alright, Eli, you'll have to wear the brace for about four to six weeks. Make sure you aren't moving it around and hitting anymore walls. You can take some ibuprofen for the pain."
"Thanks" Eli gives a small smile. Robby returns the smile and leads them to triage after Eli signs his discharge papers.
"You can come back in a month so we can check on the progress of the healing." Robby pats the boy on the back. The boy nods then follows his sister out of the ED. Robby returns back to the nurse's station. After a few minutes, Vivian returns looking around confused until she spots Robby. "Dr. Robby, I forgot. Here's your change." She hands him back one dollar and fifty cents. "Thank you for the snacks." Her smile warms his heart. It was chump change to him but the thought that she was worried enough to return it made him smile too. He takes it from her.
"Thank you, sweetie. Take care of your brother for me?"
"Yes, sir." She nods assuredly before running back towards triage where her brother was waiting.
"Sweet kids." Dana says, "They're the kids of that MI two weeks ago, aren't they?"
"Elijah and Vivian. They are… strong together. You can tell they rely on each other." He says as he types on the computer, "Continuing on after their dad died."
"Does anybody know who's bag this is?" Perlah sets down a blue backpack on the nurse's station with 'Ice Princess' embroidered on the front, "It was on the couch in the break room."
Robby sighs, "My patient's sister. I didn't even notice her wearing a bag because she had a bigger bag with her brother's stuff. She must of taken it off when I had her go in there for a snack."
"You gonna call them back?" Dana looks over her glasses at him.
"Yeah, hopefully they haven't gone too far." He looks up Elijah's information then pauses. He could call the kids back but he could call you too. If Elijah is not doing so well mentally, who knows how well you're doing. He goes to Elijah's emergency contact information and pulls up your phone number.
He dials the number on his personal phone and goes outside to call. After the second ring, he hears your voice on the other end of the line, "Hello?"
"Hi, this is Dr. Robby at the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center. Everything is okay. Your kids were here earlier and your daughter left her backpack here."
"Oh thank goodness. I recognized your voice and thought the worst." You let out a sigh of relief. You recognized his voice. He must have left quite the impression.
"No worries. I can't discuss the purpose of the visit due to HIPAA but the bag will be here if you want to pick it up."
"Yes, Vivian already told me. Elijah… did something to his hand," You let out another sigh, "I can stop by after work to get her bag. I don't want her getting too anxious about it. Thank you for letting me know."
"Alright see you soon." His heart leaps when he hangs up the phone. He tries not to smile as he returns to work. He slides the backpack under the nurse's station counter. "Their mom will be coming by to pick it up."
Dana gives him a suspicious glance, "Please don't tell me you're crushin' on a fresh widow."
"I am not. I know better than that." He bites his lip.
Just because he knew better didn't mean he wouldn't indulge himself. He felt this magnetic pull to you and your kids. He felt genuine worry when Elijah's name appeared on the status board. He sees distraught every day but the look on Viv's face was permanently etched in his mind. He never wanted to see her like that again
Then there was you. He wanted to know more about you. Be around you. Know what your husband fell in love with. Sleep next to you and wake up the next morning—
"Dr. Robby? May we present a case to you?" A voice snaps him out of his train of thought.
"Go ahead." He diverts his attention back to work.
It isn't until 6pm that you arrive. Robby sent you a text message about coming in through the ambulance bay instead of the front door. You were dressed in slacks and a nice blouse. You must work in an office downtown. Robby smiles when he sees you and pulls out the backpack. "Here you are."
"Oh perfect!" You sigh, "I'm so grateful these were in good hands. Skates are so expensive these days."
"I can imagine. Did you skate?"
"No, my husband was big into hockey. He played in college. Elijah plays hockey and Viv does figure skating." You sling the bag over your shoulder and Robby walks with you outside. You laugh a bit, "It's funny, he was kinda disappointed that he didn't get two boys to play and he thought he could try to teach Viv but she hated the gear too much."
"At least they still like the ice. Elijah told me, they've been on skates since they were little."
"Yeah, we live in Fox Chapel and there is a pond that freezes in the winter nearby. As soon as Eli could walk, my husband got him toddler skates to run around the ice on. And then they were passed down to Viv." You suck your teeth, "It's in their blood."
"Now, Fox Chapel, that's a pretty nice neighborhood."
"Uh, yeah, I work at an architect firm downtown and my husband was a software engineer for one of the big tech companies there too… I feel like I am just talking your ear off. You were just returning my daughter's backpack."
"It's not a problem. I am happy to listen." He purses his lip, "Do you have anybody to talk to about what happened? A therapist or counselor of some kind?"
"I do! And the kids do too. Outside of that, the world seems to just keep spinning. The funeral has already come and past. The facebook messages have slowed to a trickle. Family members asking for certain stuff of his…" Your eyes look off into the distance.
"Well, if you'd like, you do have my personal number, you can call or text me about anything." Robby's ears turn pink as he waits for your response with bated breath.
"Really? That would be okay?" You look at him with a smile, "I appreciate it. You've impressed Elijah today, you know."
"Have I?"
"He's been having a hard time getting back into hockey. Today was his first day back on the ice. His dad had him going to practice over summer and he didn't know if he wanted to keep doing it. He told me he wasn't going to get better overnight so he was going to try the later camp in August… Those were your words, right?"
"They were, I mean, his coach could have said them too but I knew that he was sulking." He shrugs, "I told him something I heard when I was a kid."
"Thank you for talking to him. I know he misses his dad's pep talks and was happy to hear that." You stop next to your car on the corner, "This is me. I'll uh, shoot you a text later."
"Sure, anytime." Robby clenches his fist refraining from touching you, "You have a good night. Get home safe."
You enter the car and wave at him before pulling off. He watches your car turn down the street and disappear into traffic. He lets out a deep breath before walking back to the hospital. He imagines what your house looks like. Fox Chapel was very nice with million dollar homes. He bets your yard was huge, and secluded, surrounded by trees. Private driveway away from the street. A big house that had to have at least 3 bedrooms… He could look it up but then that would ruin the surprise when you subsequently invite him over later on. He can't be impatient.
Months go by and your relationship with Robby grows. You text him every so often through out the day. You told him about the meaningless things. A meeting running too long, boring you out of your mind. Or a picture of lunch from the bistro next to your firm. Then you started sending him videos of your kids during their training camp. Vivian landing a triple axel or Elijah finally getting comfortable back on the ice.
You came with Elijah to his follow up appointment in the ED. His knuckle was feeling better so he took off the splint. That week he was back on the ice and you sent Robby a video of it. The first of many. Robby does the check up and you feel yourself getting nervous watching him.
You hadn't felt this way in decades. There was the butterflies in your stomach with the squeezing guilt in your heart. Like what you were doing was wrong. It was only a month ago that your husband passed away.
But you didn't stop and things started to get even more personal. You were calling him at night after your kids had gone to sleep. You'd be sitting on your couch with a glass of wine and talking for a few hours before bed. He had you smiling at your phone. Wishing you good night and sending you good morning the next day. Was that so bad?
On his off days, he would come with you to the ice rink where they practiced. You would all go out to dinner afterward. He would buy you all ice cream on a hot day. He was filling a deep whole in your heart with such finesse. You could almost forget the ache in your heart your husband left behind.
One night, you were left by yourself; your kids both had plans with their friends and chose to spend the night away from home. Your house was too big to be there alone. You text Robby to ask if he has any dinner plans and if he'd like to join you out for the night. You emphasize that it would be casual and that you just didn't want to be alone at home. Not that anything was wrong at home it was just lonely. Not that anything was wrong with being lonely you just hated being alone. He responds before you ramble on a paragraph more. "Yes, I would love to. I get off work at 7" He simply writes.
Fireworks shoot off above your head at the acceptance. You smile at the message and respond, "I'll meet you in the park across from the hospital. I know a place we can go." He sends a thumbs up and you take a deep breath trying to calm your nerves.
At 7, you sit on a bench and wait for Robby to get off work. You see him approach the bench and you can't help but smile. You can only see his silhouette under the park lights until he gets closer but there he was "Good evening, Doctor."
"Good evening." He smiles, "I hope I haven't kept you waiting."
"Not at all. I hope you're hungry." You bounce up from the bench.
"Famished." He pats his stomach. "Lead the way."
The two of you walk side by side. You talk sheepishly about your day. Usually you were in bed, talking on and on over the phone. You assumed he was probably preparing for bed himself, not really paying attention. But as you talk you feel his eyes on you. They rarely leave you to look ahead.
You arrive at a small hole-in-the-wall dive bar just a few blocks from the hospital. "I know it doesn't look like much but this place has the best cheese bread I've ever head. With a pint of beer it's basically heaven."
"I'll take your word for it." He opens the door for you.
It was small with an antique looking bar with old brass stools attached. A few booths line the far end and high tables surround the televisions as they play a baseball game. You lead Robby to one of the booths and order the bread immediately.
"Did you come here often with your husband?" He asks.
"Uh no actually." You hold back a laugh, "I had an internship on this side of the river when I was young. I'd be so high strung, I'd wander into whatever place would take me. I stumbled upon this place and fell in love. It was my little secret. He, uh, he never knew about it."
Robby refrains from smiling. You invited him in on your private place. A place your husband didn't even know about. What did that make Robby?
"I'm happy that you let me in on your secret."
"It's not that big of a deal," You wave it off, "It's near the hospital. I didn't even think about it until… uh— it doesn't matter. What are you drinking?"
"Whatever is on tap is fine" He purses his lips.
You stand up quickly and go to the bar to order. You rest your hand on your cheek as you feel your face burning up. An innocent invitation became more complicated. Well, it wasn't that innocent. You were thinking about Robby. You wanted him to keep you company because you have no one. You wanted Robby.
You are brought back to reality when a home run is hit and the bar patrons shout in excitement. The bartender sets down the two pints and you take them back to your table.
When you return, the cheese bread had arrived and the two of you dig in. Robby moans in satisfaction, "You're right it is delicious."
"I am glad you like it!" You say as you chew.
As you eat, you start to feel the buzz of your beer. "So, Dr. Robby, you would consider us friends, right?"
"Yes." Even though he felt it starting to become something more.
"Okay, tell me your juicy deets. I feel like I'm the one always talking."
"Well, I like listening to you."
It almost doesn't register to you. A passive flirtatious comment. You bite back a smile, "You won't get away that easy. So, tell me what was your last long term relationship?"
"Does the kale in the back of my fridge count?"
"Absolutely not." You giggle.
He leans back and sighs, "They, uh, don't usually last that long. I've kinda been on my own recently. I like it though. Being alone… with my thoughts."
"Convincing."
He shrugs as his defense, "I have friends to keep me company."
You give him a knowing smile, "Right, friends that bother you for dinner after a 12 hour shift. Who wouldn't want friends like that?"
"I would. It gets me out of my comfort zone."
"Oh yeah? A dive bar on a Friday night is out of your comfort zone?" You gulp down more of your beer.
"Being social is out of my comfort zone." He leans forward, "Listening, instead of talking. I find excitement in what you consider mundane."
Your heart feels like thunder in your chest. Your face and neck burned hot. You tap your nails against your glass and you take a breath, "I think you're trying to say that I'm not boring, but I'm not too sure."
"I am! I am, I promise." He nods, "I wouldn't hurt your feelings on purpose. Not after you showed me your holy grail."
"Greasy cheese bread is not my holy grail." You laugh.
"Well, now it's mine. I am telling everyone about this place."
"No! My secret spot. You can't." You pretend to pout, "I don't want this place over run with twenty-somethings."
"Weren't you a twenty-something when you found this place?" He chuckles.
"Stop ruining this for me!" You rest your head on the table.
The two of you continue to laugh and drink the rest of the night. You drink a way more than Robby does and feel your tipsy turn to drunk after your 3rd pint. As soon as you step out into the humid air of the August heat, you realize how fucked you were.
"Shit." You mumble, "I really don't want to leave my car here." You open your phone to order an Uber.
"I can take you home." Robby sees you stumble and holds your waist to keep you upright, "Give me your keys."
"Are you sure? I'd hate to trap you at my house." He wouldn't mind, "You can stay the night. I can take you home in the morning to make it up to you."
"It's fine." He takes your keys from your hand, "Let's just get you home in one piece."
You guide Robby to your car and he helps you into the car. You can smell his cologne on his skin. It has faded from the day but you could still get a whiff. It was less pungent than your husband's. A woody musk like rain in the forest. Where as your husband smelled like squeaky clean soap. It would give you a headache with its potency.
Your address is put in the GPS and you watch Robby drive you home. He was similar to your husband. Smart, responsible, and kind hearted but there were things that set the two of them apart. The way he listened so intently to you. He looked at you with soft eyes compared to sharp ones you were used to. You imagine what it would be like to see those eyes looking down at you in bed…
You quickly turn your head to face the window and roll down the window to get some air. You take a few big gulps as you try to swallow your arousal. You should not be thinking those thoughts just a month after your husband died.
You arrive at you home and direct Robby to just leave the car in the drive way instead in one of the two garages attached to the house. Robby was right, your house was just as big as he imagined, possibly bigger.
He helps you out of the car and he unlocks the door for you. He takes it all in looking at all the decorations. In the foyer are several family photos. School pictures, vacations, sports, graduations. "You've got a master's?"
"Uh huh, MBA, I went back to school when Viv was in kindergarten. We were going to school together." You smile. Robby follows you to your vast open concept kitchen, "Now this is my holy grail." You pour a cup of water and chug it, "It took a year of convincing my husband and another year to complete it."
Robby looks around the room at how nice it was, "I can definitely see why it is." A place he could get used to.
You pour him a cup of water as well, "Here, let me show you where you will sleep." You beckon him back to the foyer. A door sits at the bottom of the stairs. You open the door, "This is the guest bedroom. It has a bathroom attached so you don't have to worry about getting lost in the middle of the night."
"Thank you." He looks into the room then up the stairs. "Can you get up the stairs by yourself?"
You purse your lips and squint, "Good question. Let's not risk it." You slide your hand around Robby's back and his hand holds your shoulder. The two of you take to the stairs slowly. You nearly fall towards the top.
"Down this way is my room." You point Robby in the direction. He opens the door to find that your room is about twice the size of the guest bedroom. Your bed was massive.
"Wow…" He mumbles.
"I know, it's a king size. My husband insisted on it. I practically drown in it all by myself." You giggle. Robby sets you down on the bed and helps you out of your shoes, "God, you are so kind. How am I gonna repay you?"
He can think of a few ways but he doesn't say anything. He sets your shoes to the side and looks up at you. You rest your hand on his cheek and rubs your thumb over his scruff. Robby licks his lips. He doesn't want to interrupt your train of thought right now.
You lean down and press a kiss onto his lips. He hesitates before hold your wrist keeping you close. You deepen the kiss before pulling away, "We can't…" But you don't move away. You move in again, you pull him up to sit beside you as you two continue to kiss.
"It's okay, you're drunk. Emotions are running high." A kiss. "We can just hold each other." You're not stopping him; another kiss. "Pretend this never happened." He helps you swing your legs onto the bed and crawls between them as you move to the center of your bed.
You moan into his mouth as you continue. It's been so long since you've been touched. His fingers ignites fire on your skin. He moves down and kisses your neck. Your hands move to chest then over his back and through his hair.
"Michael~" You moan.
Robby moans in response. The first time you call him that is when he is on top of you, in your bedroom. You will be the death of him.
He starts to undo your blouse and underneath is a black lace bralette underneath. His kisses down your chest and sucks on the fat of your breast peeking under the lace. You sit up and rip it off. You then pull off Robby's shirt and kiss his neck to his chest. He grabs your shoulders and lays you back down, "Tonight is all about you." He kisses down your stomach and takes off your pants and underwear.
You black out the rest of the night. You wake up the next morning to Robby laying beside you. The both of you naked. What have you done? It hasn't even been 6 months since your husband died and you already have a man shacked up in your house. You feel the guilt in your chest but you can't bring yourself to cry. You stare at Robby's back and smile as you think back to the night before. You stay there for a few minutes more before getting dressed in fresh clothes and leaving the room.
Later in the morning, when Robby wakes up, he has a sick smile on his face. The feeling of your lips were still on his. He replays the night before over and over in his mind. He gets dressed again and comes down the stairs and finds you are silently cooking in the kitchen.
Robby sits at the kitchen island, "Good morning." He speaks up.
"Good morning, avocado toast or lox on a bagel?" You hold out two plates
"Lox please." He takes the plate from you to see along with the bagel is some scrambled eggs and bacon. "Thank you."
Neither of you speak as you eat together. You have no idea what to say. You wonder what was he thinking about? You can explain it to him that you have been lonely and that was reason you were so forward. You didn't want to ruin this relationship. You liked Robby.
But you had no idea that Robby liked you too. More than that. He wanted to do more things with you— to you. In the corner of his eye, he watches you fidget as you panic internally. He decides to speak, "Look about last night, you were drunk. You didn't have control of your impulses and that's okay. We can forget it even happened." He was never going to forget.
You swallow your bite of food, "I am really sorry about that. I don't usually get drunk like that. It's just been a while since… you know."
He smiles, "It's okay. It's all a part of a process."
You smile in return, "You are so kind, Robby. It's ridiculous."
"I am here for you. Also, you still kinda need to take me home so I don't want to burn the bridge too soon," He jokes. You laugh and pat his shoulder.
"Finish your breakfast and I will take you home." You finish your own food and place it in the sink.
Your relationship stabilizes after that but Robby doesn't want to take any chances. He gives you your space and only answers when you call. It wasn't often, you seemed to scare yourself with your behavior. But your kids were none the wiser which meant they had no ill-will with Robby.
In the middle of November, Eli sends a message to Robby. He got the man's phone number off of his mom's phone. He invites Robby to one of his hockey games during the month. Robby agrees to come.
At the rink, he looks around and doesn't see you around the stands. He comes over to the home box and finds Eli. "Robby! You made it!" Eli beams reminiscent to your own smile.
"Where's you mom?" Robby asks.
"Oh, Viv got sick so she's at home."
"Oh no, does she need anything?" He asks.
"It's a fever but mom says she's doing okay now." Eli says. "The game is about to start. I'll see you after." He puts on his helmet and the teams both get on the ice.
For a high school game, it was still an impressive game. Eli's team won 2-1. Due to Eli's size and speed, he played center. Robby remembered the boy mentioning that he was put in the new position for the season. And as you had mentioned a few of the mom's were not too happy about it since he had missed the camp with the rest of the team earlier in the summer.
Outside of the rink, Eli comes out and daps Robby pulling him in for a hug. "Thanks for coming, Robby. What did you think?"
"You are incredible, kid. I've never seen action like that. You have killer control." He pats his back.
"Thanks, coach is going to call some scouts from Toronto and Michigan. He thinks I have some potential."
"You definitely due. Your dad would be proud."
Eli doesn't respond to the statement and just smiles. It quickly fades when he sees a vehicle drive up. "Eli, sweetie, I am so sorry. My car is all filled up. Will you be okay getting home?"
"Uh—"
"He'll be fine. You have a good one." Robby squeezes his shoulder and waves the woman off. "Don't worry, kid, I'll take you home."
"That happens more often than you think." He mutters.
"Don't let it get to you. When you get to college, you'll be with teammates that will support you without the drama. Let's get some soup for your sister before we go home."
"Thanks Robby." Eli smiles.
In the car on the way to your house Robby speaks, "How is your mom doing?"
"She's doing okay. She's been looking kinda nervous recently though. She stares at her phone alot."
"I hope everything is okay."
"I'm sure it's fine. She likes to overreact about things. She never lets herself have fun."
"How come?"
"My dad…" Eli stares ahead into the darkness, "He had an image he wanted us to uphold and my mom was like a caged bird. The only time she ever looked happy was when he was away. At the rink or at home if he wasn't there she could be herself." He looks down at his own phone, "Even as he was hurting, he texted me to make sure my mom dropped us off on time to camp. She was worried about him and he could care less."
Robby just sits and listens.
"I can't remember the last time he said 'I love you' to her." Eli shakes his head, "I don't want to end up like him."
"You know not to." Robby speaks, "You see it now and know that isn't the way a woman you love should be treated."
"Yeah, it should be how you treat her."
Robby blinks a few times.
"I see the way you look at my mom, I'm not stupid. You listen to her talk and you laugh at her cheesy jokes. She's able to be herself around you. I think she feels like she's betraying my dad but I don't really care. I think she should."
Robby bites back a smile then chuckles, "Is this you giving me approval?"
"I guess so. You already had Viv's approval when you started coming to her practices. Dad wouldn't even do that."
Soon they arrive to your house. Eli takes his gear out of Robby's car and opens the garage door. "Thank you for the ride, Robby."
"Anytime kid." He smiles as they enter the garage and find you and Viv on the couch in the living room.
"Robby! Hi, what happened?"
"Rochelle, fucked me over, again." Eli sighs.
"Language, Eli." You hiss. "I'm sorry to that happened. Robby brought you home?"
"Yeah, he came to my game. It was nice that someone was there since you weren't able to come. We brought soup home for Viv."
"Oh how sweet. Thank you, Robby."
"Thanks Robby!" Viv gets up and takes the soup from Robby.
"No worries, you look better already, sweetie."
"Is it bad that I was hoping to get worse so I could go to the ER?" She asks.
"Yes. Very bad." He chuckles.
His eyes then land on you. You are already looking at him. Neither of you say a word. Your eyes tell him everything. You want him to stay. He wants to stay.
"I'm going to shower." Eli rushes up the stairs.
"Wash your hair!" You shout after him.
Viv walks out of the kitchen with a big mug, "I'm going to eat this upstairs and take my medicine. Goodnight Robby! Goodnight Momma!"
"Goodnight…" You both say.
You stand up, "Would you like to sit in the sunroom with me for a bit before you go?"
"Sure." He follows after you through the breakfast nook and into your indoor patio space. Although it was cold outside, it was insulated and warm inside. You sit on the couch and pat the cushion next to you.
"Thanks again for bringing Eli home. He feels guilty when he has to Uber home." You pick at your nails.
"Of course, he doesn't deserve that kind of treatment." He looks out in your yard at the fresh snowfall.
"Yeah, those women think they're building the next Penguins team."
"Training team." He mutters.
"I say that too," You laugh for a moment then turn to him, "Robby, I… I wanted to talk about the other night."
"Oh. Look, it's okay to have extreme feelings during grief especially when you're drunk—"
"I don't want you to explain it away. I don't want to run away from what I was feeling." You shift your body so you're facing him, "I like you, Robby. I enjoy your company, the way you are with my kids, and I am attracted to you. It felt like a betrayal because you aren't like my husband but I think that's why it doesn't affect me in a visceral way either; You make me feel like myself in a way I haven't been in a long time. My kids see it too. They think I'm fun." You laugh at yourself, "They never thought that before."
He laughs with you, "I am happy I can do that for you." He places his hand on the side of your face. "Because I can't stop thinking about that night. I could never forget it."
You lean in and capture his lips in a kiss, "Me neither. It was driving me crazy." You go back in for a hungrier kiss. You draw closer to him as you two continue, "I don't think I can live without you, Michael."
He smiles as he feels a chill down his spine. "I don't think I can either."
Some time in January, at work Robby takes a half day, Abbot comes in to cover him, "What is the occasion?" He asks.
"I am going out to Fox Chapel to play some pond hockey for a bit." He packs up his things, "I'm going to go change."
Abbot furrows his brows, "Fox Chapel? Who do you know out there?"
"His new girlfriend." Dana whispers.
Why has his friend never mentioned this new girlfriend? Abbot leans into Dana, "Who is she?"
"A patient's widow from over the summer. He won't talk about it but I've seen her coming and going more and more often." She whispers, "He said every thing was fine but turned around and is involved with her family."
"Family?"
"Two kids. High school hockey star and a figure skater." She says.
Abbot feels his stomach sink. He's heard this story before. A family, a big house, two kids. Robby was living a life that didn't belong to him.
Robby comes out of the bathroom changed and heads out through the ambulance bay, "Have a good night guys." Abbot follows after him.
Before he can speak, he sees a car pull up to the door. You roll down the window and smile, "Hello Handsome." Robby leans in and kisses you.
"You guys ready?"
The back window rolls down and a teenage boy sticks his head out, "Ready to dust your ass old man."
"Uh oh. Better put your money where your mouth is kid." He points the walks to the other side of the car.
You notice Abbot and smile, "We'll bring him back in one piece, promise."
"Speak for yourself." Eli retorts.
"Thanks Abbot!" Robby shouts from the passenger seat and you drive away.
Abbot watches on in displace. The stars had aligned and put Robby in the perfect position to take that family. Abbot didn't know if it was admiration, jealousy, or disgust that he was feeling at the sheer audacity Robby had.
It was his family now.
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thank you for reading! likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!
summary: a little girl from the PTMC daycare keeps finding her way to the ED. Jack allows the girl to stick around because he finds her mom very attractive and wants to see her again.
tags: unrealistic negligence of an early education facility, (the hospital would have been on lockdown irl this little girl wouldnt have made it off the floor)
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After the midnight rush of DWIs, the night slows down enough for Abbot to catch up emails and on the computer. He types away in the draft and schedules each of them to come in all at 8am and every 30 minutes after. Admin likes to waste his time so he likes to give them a head ache too.
As he continues, just in front of the nurse's station, he sees a little girl wandering past. She was very small, probably preschool age. Her hair in a ponytail and was dawned in a matching pajama set. She must have come in with her mother and ended up lost. Hopefully someone— a nurse— will help her back to the respective room. He then grabs an tablet and goes to one of the North side rooms to discharge a patient.
After he escorts the patient through the triage doors he passes the Pediatric room and notices the little girl from before. She stands by the wall and traces the mural of the woodland animals. She hums a nursery rhyme in a similar tune to "Mary Had a Little Lamb."
Abbot stands at the door and looks in either direction. He looks in either direction then Dr. Ellis quicksteps past him. "Hey Ellis, do you know if any patients are missing a kid?"
"A kid?" She backs up and looks in the room, "Definitely not. Should I get security?"
"Not yet. I'll find out more. Go ahead." He dismisses her and enters the room.
The girl hears his foot steps and looks up at him curiously. "Hi."
"Hi, I'm Dr. Abbot. What is your name, sweetie?"
"Miracle." She turns back to the fox on the wall.
"What a pretty name." He kneels down beside her on his good knee, "Are you here with your family?"
She shakes her head, "I'm here all by myself."
Abbot purses his lips in worry, "Oh yeah? How did you get here?"
"The elevator." She smiles, "I remember the fox from last time and came down all by myself."
"The elevator…" He thinks for a moment. He notices on her chest as a name tag. Similar to his badge was a photo of Miracle and the words PTMC childcare center. Miracle was not a patient or a child of one but a child of an employee at the hospital. He lets out a sigh of relief, "Well, this is a long way from where you belong isn't it?"
Miracle shrinks and clasps her hands together, "I didn't mean to."
"It's okay, sweetie but we'll need to take you back. Don't want your people to worry right?"
"Uh huh." She nods, "My mommy works in the hospital. She helps really sick people."
"You know, I do that too." He smiles, "Why don't we go sit somewhere and call your mommy? Let her know you are okay."
"Okay!"
Abbot stands up and holds out his hand for the girl to hold but she instead holds up both of her arms with the expectation of him to pick her up. He smiles and obliges, carrying her back to the main nurse's station. "I think I know where some stickers are that you can have. Do you like stickers?"
"Yeah!" She squeals.
Miracle had a smile that could melt the coldest hearts. As they walk, she rests her head on Abbot's shoulder. He tries to steel his resolve but his heart swells at the feeling of her little head on his shoulder.
"Oh my, who is this little one?" Lena smiles at the girl.
"This is Miracle. She is a long way from the daycare upstairs."
"Oh Geez. I heard the bathrooms are broke down on their floor so they have to go to a different one." Lena says, "No wonder this little lamb got lost." She pinches the little girl's cheeks. An infectious giggle comes from the girl as she squirms in Abbot's arms.
He sets her down on a stool and takes a look at her tag. It had her full name on it with a phone number underneath. He recognizes it as the ICU floor. He dials it on the office phone.
A soft woman's voice answers in a quiet tone, "ICU?"
"Hi, this is Dr. Abbot here in the ED. I have a sweet little girl named Miracle down here lost from the daycare."
"Oh my god." He can hear the woman panic. Faintly, she tells her colleague, "Thank you Dr. Abbot. I will be down in just a moment."
Before he can respond the line goes dead. It must have been Miracle's mother on the phone, "Good news, Miracle. Your mommy is on the way."
"What about my stickers?" Oh right…
He snaps and opens a random junk drawer and finds some stickers in the bottom. "Here you are."
She takes them from him and rips off one and places it back on his hand. He smiles down at the sticker.
Just a moment becomes a long while as Abbot and Miracle wait. Although young, Miracle was able to keep herself entertained at the desk. She ran out of stickers and Abbot's arms and face had run out of surface area. His staff laugh and take in the adorable sight of Abbot with the little girl.
"Miracle! Oh thank god, you're still here."
"Mommy!"
Abbot whips his head around and feels his heart leap out of his chest. You come flying down the stairs and jog over to the nurse's station. He can't take his eyes off of you as you come around and pick up your daughter.
"What were thinking coming down here all by yourself?"
"I wanted to play with this fox on the wall."
You shake your head and move your eyes to Abbot's sticker riddled body. "Hi… you must Dr. Abbot."
"You'd be correct." He holds his hands behind his back, "Miracle was keeping me company down here."
"I can see that," You giggle, "You have discovered her obsession with stickers. Sorry."
"Not a problem. Anything to keep her entertained."
"I appreciate it. I really do. She has gotten into this adventurous stage of wandering off and I can barely keep up. I'm glad you were able to keep her occupied." Your smile was just as criminal as Miracle's.
"She's welcome back anytime." He waves it off as he tries not to stutter under your sweet gaze.
"Alright then. Say bye to Dr. Abbot, Miracle."
"Bye Dr…. Abby." She giggles.
"Dr. Abby? You're so silly." You tickle her side then you look at him again, "Bye Dr. Abbot."
"Bye Dr. Abbot." Miracle waves as you carry her back up the stairs to the daycare center.
Abbot watches you go with a longing look. He looks down at his arms and chuckles before he starts to meticulously peel them off. It takes a few minutes to do, a few of the stickers leaving a mark.
He thought that would be the last time he would see you and Miracle. The next night, he looks in the Pedes room longingly before continuing on his way back to the hub.
He stops short just a few feet. Then backtracks and looks into the break room to find a familiar figure. Little Miracle was squatting down in front of the vending machine looking through the slot in the bottom.
"Hungry?" Abbot enters the room.
Miracle sheepishly withdraws from the machine and clasps her hands together. A tell that she did when she thought she was in trouble. She looks at the machine then back at Abbot.
"It's okay." He holds his hands out to her. She approaches him quickly and jumps into his arms. He lifts her and rest her on his hip. "It's a bit late for a sugary snack. How about… some goldfish?"
She nods quickly. He smiles at her and opens one of the pantries where some small snacks were available. He grabs out a package of goldfish and hand them to the little girl. Then he takes her back to the nurse's station.
"Little Lamb!" Lena smiles when she see the little girl then the smile turns shit-eating, "She's taking a liking to you, Abbot."
"She was just hungry. She probably saw the vending machine from the last time she was here." He sets Miracle down on a stool. "You are real sneaky, aren't you?"
Miracle shakes her head as she smirks. She continues to eat her crackers without a word. She was very cunning for her age. Able to get away from the daycare staff and get down to the ED without arousing suspicion of being alone. You must really have your hands full with her.
You were a single mother working as an ICU nurse. You transferred from an ICU clinic out of state due to your toxic ex, Miracle's dad. You had taken the job at the PTMC due to their 24 hour daycare program. You were able to spend time with your daughter during the day and without support at home, she would need to come to the hospital to sleep for the night. It was only a few nights a week so it was hard not to pass up.
Not that Abbot knew your situation. It wasn't like, after that night he met you, he asked one of the medical assistants about you during an ICU transfer.
He picks up the phone and dials the ICU line. "ICU?" It's you again. Speaking softly. A mental image pops up in his mind of you speaking that way to him in the morning.
"Uh, this is Dr. Abbot in the ED."
"Hi, are you looking for a bed?"
"No, actually, I have Miracle down here. She seems to have gotten away again."
"You're joking…" You grumble. You mutter to your coworker again. "i've gotta go… the ED… Miracle… yeah again… unbelievable i know…Are you still there Abbot?"
"I am."
"I'll be down in a minute. I am so sorry. See you soon." You say defeated.
"See you…" The line goes dead and Abbot turns his attention back to Miracle.
She spins on the stool without a care. She finished her goldfish while he was on the phone. He grabs an office chair and sits beside her, "Miracle, your mommy is on her way."
She beams at him, "Yay."
"Do you come down here because you like when you mommy comes to pick you up?"
Miracle shakes her head, "My mommy picks me up all the time. I like when you pick me up and we play."
He leans back, "I see. But Miracle, your mommy and I are busy working. We can't play all the time you know that, right? It's night time and you need rest. So while we work, you sleep."
"But I can only see you at night time. Mommy said so."
Abbot chuckles, "What did your mom say?"
"You work night time at the hospital so that means we can only see you at night time. We can't come in the day time."
"Do you ask to see me in the day time?"
She nods. "You are fun to play with."
"You are fun too." He boops her nose, "Do you like to draw?" She nods rapidly. "How about you draw something for us to put up back here?" He grabs some printer paper and some colored pens from the cup of supplies on the desk.
"You draw too." She hands a pen to him.
"I'd love to sweetie but remember what I said? I have to do my work. It's so I don't get in trouble. Ms. Lena will keep an eye on you."
Miracle pouts like a kicked puppy. It tears Abbot's heart to shreds to look at. He bites down on his bottom lip before looking away. Be strong, be strong, he repeats the mantra as he walks away.
It doesn't take long for him to return though and at the same time that he is back at the nurse's station you come jogging down the stairs. "Hello again," He smiles at you.
"Hi," You return the smile and look at Miracle, "She is going to become a permanent resident by the end of the week down here. C'mon little mama."
Miracle jumps from her stool and hides behind Abbot's legs. "No."
You let out a huff and smile awkwardly, "Heh, Miracle, sweetie it's time to say goodbye to Dr. Abbot."
"No." She grabs onto him. She touches a part of Abbot's prosthesis, she hesitates then moves to wrap both her hands around his other leg.
"God, this is so embarrassing." You mutter then you look up at Abbot, "I'm sorry, she is cranky at this point."
"That's okay." He chuckles, "How about I walk her with you to the daycare?"
"Oh, no it's fine. I'm sure they need you down here being the shift attending and all." You tighten your lips. You didn't mean to reveal that. You may or may not have asked a medical assistant about him during an ED transfer.
"It is not a problem. It's Lena that keeps this place running." He turns to Miracle, "If I come with you will you be good for your mommy?"
She nods rapidly and holds her hands up to him. He picks her up and smiles at you, "Shall we?"
"We shall." You lead them to the elevator. As you enter, you hear Miracle whisper to Abbot.
"What happened to your leg?" She cups his ear to whisper but she wasn't too discreet as you still heard her question.
"I got hurt in an accident. My leg was no good so they gave me a new one." He whispers back.
"Does it hurt?"
"Not anymore." He shakes his head, "I eat good and take care of myself to be big and strong." He tickles her side, making her giggle in his ear.
You can't help but smile. His patience with your daughter warmed your heart. It was something about him treating her like a small person and not a nuisance unlike someone you once knew. She was disrupting him at work but he didn't let it bother him. He seemed to enjoy it, actually.
As you walk back to the daycare, you notice Miracle has gone quiet. You look over and see she had fallen asleep on Abbot's shoulder. "That girl is something else." You shake your head.
"She gives you a run for your money." Abbot whispers.
"You have no idea." You sigh, "She has not been infatuated with anything ever until she met you. I've never heard her speak about someone so highly after meeting them once."
"So she says. She told me, she stays awake to play with me."
"All day, non-stop. 'Mommy, you should invite Dr. Abbot to our house to play.' 'Mommy, Is Dr. Abbot at the hospital yet?' 'I got a booboo, Dr. Abbot should help.'" You laugh at yourself then notice Abbot smiling at you. You avert your gaze and stop at the Pre-K door. "This is her." You scan your ID and open the door for Abbot.
He lays her on one of the cots with the other kids. You tuck her in and kiss her forehead. You apologize to the staff and they apologize too. The bathrooms should be finished by tomorrow so hopefully this is the last time Miracle elopes.
You walk with Abbot back to the elevator, "I really can't thank you enough, Dr. Abbot."
"Miracle is a sweetheart. Just as much as I left an impression on her she's left one on me." He holds his hands behind his back as he walks.
"Hopefully, this will be the last of her hijinks and my blood pressure will lower." You take a deep breath. Abbot purses his lips as his heart wilts. You stop in front of the elevator, "This is where we part ways. You've gotta go down and I've gotta go up." You hit the down button, "I'll take the stairs."
"I'll see you around?" He steps on to the elevator.
"At this rate? I'll be seeing you tomorrow." You joke.
You joke but Abbot hoped that it was a promise.
The next night, Miracle appears again. Abbot makes his rounds when he finds her curled up on the couch in the family room. He almost didn't catch her this time if it weren't for the door being propped open by the janitors. He enters the room quietly and sits beside her.
He rubs her back as he tries to rouse her from sleep. The little girl rises out of her ball like state and crawls into his lap and rests on his chest. He sighs and continues to rub her back and rocks her side to side. He pulls out his hospital phone and dials the ICU.
"ICU?" A firm voice speaks. It definitely wasn't you, "Hello?"
"Yes, hi, this is Abbot down in the ED. I've got Miracle down here and was wondering if her mother was available to pick her up."
"Uh…unfortunately she is unavailable at the moment. Are you able to keep an eye on her for some time? She is tending to a patient at the moment. I will pass along the message as soon as I can." There was a wobble of nervousness in the nurse's voice. It was always life or death in the ICU.
"Yeah, I can. Just let her know when you can." He hangs up the phone and continues to rock her. When he knows he has spent too much time he will carry her to the hub.
"Lena, occupy Central 6 for me." He points to the sleeping girl in his arms, "Her mom might take a minute."
"You got it." She opens a tablet and fills in some random information to occupy the room on the status board.
He lays Miracle on the gurney and tucks her under the covers. "Thank you for making me so special." He whispers to her then shuts out the lights and leaves the room closing the door. Through out the hour he keeps an eye on her.
You come down the stairs looking disheveled. Your eyes were puffy, it looked like you had been crying. Abbot approaches beside you and rests his hand on the center of your back, "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, sorry, where is Miracle?" You sniffle.
"Right in here." He leads you into Central 6. You lower the rail on one side of the gurney and pull up a chair to caress Miracle's face as she sleeps. He can see tears fall indiscriminately from your eyes. "Is everything okay?"
You let out a chuckle, "Is everything ever okay in our departments?" He sighs and pulls up another chair to be beside you. "Just before I come down here, every time, I've had to stabilize a patient, or at least try. A different person each time and afterward I'd come right down here and see the smile on my daughter's face like everything is okay. I have to act like I haven't just witnessed the scariest thing 5 minutes before coming to get her. I don't have to brave it when she's at daycare. In my mind, she seems worlds apart from the madness. Safe. I freak out thinking about her down here. What she might see. As if I didn't just watch someone die minutes ago." Abbot hears your voice waver as you speak but you laugh again, "But even still, with you, she is safe. She's so comfortable in your arms like she's known you her whole short life. You make it look so easy." You lean back in your chair and sniffle, "It makes me think I'm not cut out for this."
"Woah, that is a severe overstatement." He leans forward and takes your hand, "Had you not told me, I would have never known what you've done before coming down here. The first time you came down, you had this infectious smile on your face. And Miracle ran into your arms, you didn't falter for a second. Scooped her right in your arms. If you were scared you never showed it. You are her world. She knows you're there for her. You make it look effortless"
You look down at his hand on yours. He gives it an affirming squeeze. It's warm to the touch. "I bet you say that to all the single mothers." You bite back a smile and pull your hand away.
"Usually when they're here they are preoccupied with… you know an emergency?"
You giggle, "Really? None have made a move on you?"
"I fear that is day shift only. At this time of night, I only get the drunks playing grab ass." He sighs.
"Oh poor you," You rub his shoulder. "And here I thought you were like this dangerous and sexy combat medic that flirted with all the moms."
"Dangerous and sexy?"
"The other nurses on my floor say that, at least."
"So you talk about me to other people."
"I had to. I have to make sure the men in my daughter's life aren't dirt bags." You shrug, "They said you were a flirt too. Any defense?"
"I'm playful." He surrenders, "It's only to liven up this dreadful place."
"Right." You purse your lips into a thin smile, "Well, I should probably be taking her back to the daycare." You remove Miracle from the gurney and rest her on your hip, "You have a good rest of your night, Dr. Abbot."
He follows you out of the room, "I hope my playfulness hasn't scared you away from coming back to work."
"Only time will tell, I guess. Maybe I'll consider transferring to the ED and have some fun with you down here instead. " You shoot him a playful wink. He licks his bottom lip as he watches you walk to the elevator and back upstairs.
"She's got you whipped." Ellis shakes her head.
"Both of them do." Lena smirks, "Forget a work wife, he's got a whole work family."
"It's not like that." He waves them off, "Miracle is a troublemaker and her mom—"
"Is the hottest nurse you've ever laid your eyes on?" Ellis cocks an eyebrow, "You're not the only one with eyes, Abbot."
He averts his gaze to the status board, "Do you have anything better to do right now, Ellis? How does triage for the next hour sound?"
"Sounds like I should keep my mouth shut and get back to work." She leans over and mutters to Lena, "See how defensive he got. Whipped."
It had been a week since Miracle's escape attempts. The bathroom in the daycare was up and running again so there was no way for her to escape. Abbot stares at her drawing she had left behind. He missed that little rascal. He missed you too.
When things get slow enough, he decides to try and take a trip up to the daycare to check on Miracle. It was possible that she was sleeping but just seeing her would keep his spirits high. He tells Lena he's going to be out for a few minutes and hits the elevator button.
When the doors open his eyes widen in surprise. You stand there with a smile on your face and a look of surprise yourself. "Hey, I was just coming down to look for you."
"Oh? What for? Patient transfer?"
"No actually," You beckon him onto the elevator, "Miracle is having a hard time sleeping and misses her friend Dr. Abbot. I was wondering if I can steal you for a few minutes to put her to bed." You hit the button for the daycare floor, "Is that okay?"
"Uh yeah… I was actually going to head there."
"Felt a disturbance in the force, Jedi?" You chuckle.
"I just wanted to make sure she was alright."
"You've spoiled her." You say, "Now she can't live without you. It was inevitable, she's imprinted on you like a little duck. You are her mama now."
He laughs. It's a hearty laugh that warms your chest. You can't help but laugh too. The two of you walk out of the elevator side by side and enter the daycare. Miracle lays in her bed and beams when she sees the two of you from the window.
You both enter and sit beside her bed. "Okay, Miracle, this is a one time thing. Dr. Abbot can't come and go whenever you want while you're here." You explain as you tuck her in, "But he did say he missed you too."
She grins at him, "Do you still have my picture, Dr. Abbot?"
"I do. I look at it everyday." He grabs her hand and squeezes it tight.
"Maybe because you miss me we can play not in the hospital." She pouts.
You purse your lips and nod, "Maybe… But Dr. Abbot is super busy—"
"If your mommy says it's okay, I would be more than happy to."
You swivel your head at him in surprise, "You would?"
"Sure," He shrugs, "We can all play together outside of the hospital."
Your face is cooking as he speaks. Was he saying what you think he was saying?
"But that is for your mommy and I to talk about. You, little one, need to sleep." She nods and shuts her eyes. Your eyes are still on him. He notices and smiles, "Did you want to talk about that now?"
"Uh no I just… thought…"
"I was too sexy and dangerous? Or did you still believe I am too playful?"
You bow your head in defeat, "I guess I did."
After Miracle falls asleep the two of you leave. "I am going to be honest. I fully believed that this would be the last we saw of each other. We would go our separate ways, officially." You confess.
"I knew that wouldn't be the case after second time Miracle came to the ER." He chuckles, "I'd find a way to see you again."
"So were you the one sabotaging bathroom maintenance?" You giggle, "If you wanted to meet with me so bad you could have asked. Like you asked Edgar about me."
"You found out about that…" He winces.
"My good looks get me my way up there." You tease, "I'm kidding. When I asked about you he told me you had done the same. So I asked for more information."
"That's when you got the sexy and dangerous thing from."
"Yes, you are really stuck on that." You nudge him, "Don't believe it."
"I just like the way it sounds coming from you. You believe it."
"I do not."
"For a moment you did. In your mind, there was an image of me next to those words."
You cover your mouth as you refrain from laughing out loud, "Alright, what's it going to take for you to not bring that up anymore."
"When are you free?" He asks, "We can go somewhere and have breakfast after work? Or lunch? Go to the park for Miracle."
"Breakfast sounds good." You take out your personal phone, "How about you put in your number and I'll let you know."
"Promise?" He takes your phone and puts in his number
"If I don't you can put me on blast by calling the ICU and bug me. They all need something juicy to keep them entertained." You smile as he hands back your phone, "But I like you. So I won't keep you waiting too long. How does 10am tomorrow sound?"
"Sounds like a deal."
The two of you stop short of the elevator. You bite your lip before leaning in and kissing Abbot's cheek. "This is where we part ways." You hit the down button, "I'll take the stairs. See you at breakfast."
Abbot's cheeks burn as he watches you jog up the stairs. He tries to control his smile in the elevator as to not tip off the others to his glee. He didn't need them spoiling his fun just yet.
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thank you for reading! likes, comments, and reblogs always appreciated!
warnings . . . typical lewd convos and curse words, talking about the smut from last chapter, Baz being a terrible dad per usual
☆ ☆ ☆ authors note . . . a filler chapter, sorryyyy! there will be more written chapters to come for the trip though!!!! as always, i’d love to hear your thoughts!!
𑣲contains: black!fem!reader, but anyone can read. reader uses she/her pronouns. reader is a member of a divine 9 sorority, but which one isn't specified by name. it is implied that reader's family is pretty wealthy. mentions of death.
the first day you and samira met was the day you both moved into your first shared apartment. it was a hot morning in august. the two of you had no idea who the other person was. samira had zero faith in the roommate matching system because her last few roommates were the worst. you, on the other hand, were excited to meet your new roommate because the roommates you had during undergrad became some of your closest friends.
when samira first arrived, you were already there, and your family was there helping you move in. samira was already nervous before walking in, but now, nervous was an understatement. seeing such a large group of people, when she expected only one person, made her shoulders tense up a bit.
you immediately introduced yourself with a wide smile, and your entire family followed behind. when your mother introduced herself, she engulfed samira in a bone-crushing hug. for a moment, samira stood frozen, stunned by your family’s openness. she didn’t know how to react to such welcoming strangers, but she managed to give you all a small smile as the tension in her shoulders began to ease a little.
your father noticed samira was alone, so he offered himself and your younger brother to help her unload her car. as they started carrying her things, samira felt a mix of gratitude and awkwardness. she was used to doing things herself and was almost embarrassed by how quickly your family treated her like she was one of their own. when she tried to pick up a heavy box, your father immediately took the box away from her and suggested she should grab one of the lighter boxes so she wouldn't hurt herself. samira had never met people like you and your family before. later on you would tell her that you were raised in the south and almost everyone you knew was like that. it was simple southern hospitality.
later that day, when you were both done unpacking, your family had to leave, but they had a hard time getting out of the apartment because your mother was in full-blown tears.
"my baby's leaving me again." your mother sobbed as your father tried to console her.
"she was a lot worse when i moved into my first dorm." you had whispered to samira.
after many goodbyes and your mother breaking out into tears multiple times, your family finally left.
you and samira were alone, so you decided to order takeout and get to know each other. the two of you talked about undergrad and what your experience was like.
during undergrad, you were involved in extracurricular activities, like charity events with your sorority and community events with the local shelters and boys and girls club. you even ran for your school's royal court and participated in the scholarship pageant of your sorority's brother fraternity.
"i didn't have time for clubs and stuff." samira shrugged.
which was true, samira didn’t have time for extracurricular activities because she was too focused on her studies. the only friends she had during undergrad were the ones from her study group, and they weren’t really her friends. if she wasn’t studying or in class, she was in her dorm resting, and she rarely did that.
"really?" you tilted your head. "i didn't really have a choice. my mom would've flipped if i didn't join her sorority or any other D9 sorority."
as the night went on, you and samira continued learning more about each other. you talked so late that by the time you finally fell asleep, the sun was already peaking through the blinds.
you learned that samira's father died of a heart attack when she was younger, and how his death and racial bias were the reasons she decided to study medicine. in return, you told her your reason for studying medicine was for similar reasons. it was your dream to become a doctor because you believed that people of color deserved to have doctors who looked like them taking care of them. medical racism was real, and you hated it.
days passed, and by the end of your first week living together, you and samira became inseparable. the two of you had similar goals and interests, so you both thought, why not help each other make those goals happen?
during your first two years of med school, you and samira studied together all the time. whether you were in your apartment’s living room, your favorite coffee shop, or the library, you kept each other on track. if one of you got sick, the other helped take care of you and made sure you didn’t fall behind in class. you took care of samira, and samira took care of you.
you brought a side out of samira that she didn’t know she had. you liked going out to bars and parties, but samira didn’t go out much. eventually, you grew tired of samira keeping herself shut up inside the apartment. you were determined to get her to go out.
“sami, get up and put this on.” you threw her a dress you had sitting in your closet.
“but-” samira tried to protest.
“no, ‘buts’, i’m not taking no for an answer.”
you got samira to start going out more. the times you would go out, you and samira always looked out for each other. always taking care of each other whenever you were drunk. holding each other’s hair as one of you threw up, and taking care of the next day’s hangover.
as you and samira grew closer, you became more affectionate towards each other. you would hold each other's hands all the time. walking through a crowded bar or party, walking from class to class, or sometimes you would hold hands just to hold hands. during your free time, you cuddled on the couch while watching reruns of your favorite shows. there were times when you would fall asleep in each other's beds and would wake up tangled in each other's arms. you were so affectionate with each other that your classmates thought you were in love.
during your first summer break together, you invited samira to spend time with your family in martha's vineyard. samira had never experienced such a carefree and loving environment before. your grandmother and aunties loved her. your grandfather told her endless stories about his own journey of becoming a successful doctor as a black man in the south. your family cooked constantly, so her belly was always full. by the end of the summer samira was sure she had gained weight from how much food she ate. she got along well with your cousins and younger siblings. samira loved your family, and your family loved her. when the summer was over, all samira could talk about was revisiting with you next year.
your third year felt like it came and went, and by the end of your fourth year, you already had your mind set on doing your residency in psychiatry after falling in love with it, and the same for samira with emergency medicine.
at some point throughout the four years of med school, you had fallen in love with samira. you began to notice her beauty more, to the point where just looking at her made you flustered. her touches began to linger on your skin more. holding her hand or hugging her started to feel intimate for you. her compliments left a lasting impression on your mind for days. you felt that you had to put an end to it, but it was impossible to stop loving someone like her. you weren’t sure when it happened, but you were unconditionally and irrevocably in love with samira mohan.
summary: reconciliation, labels, i love you's and a dinner alone together
a/n: sometimes im maybe good sometimes im maybe shit. they sound like teenagers fucking talking it's a little embarrassing. BUT i will defend my honor here and say that although there was compromise it was due to the power of love that they can't stay away from each other. trauma bonded for life. also i only have two more chapters planned so this series is winding down. thank you and enjoy :)
tags: mentions of suicidal ideation!!!
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Robby can't sleep. He sits on the couch in the dark as his mind races. The hotel's channel service plays on the television as his only light source. He rubs his hands over his face as he thinks about you. He was so sure something was wrong and he took the letter at surface value.
Now, you could be anywhere, doing god knows what. He tried looking for you around the hotel. Walking the dark path to the pool and around the bar and even checked Crystal's bungalow but everything was closed. He returned to the bungalow feeling helpless. A particular looming feeling of dread burrows in his heart.
He goes into your room and looks into your suitcase to see Monty's urn. He sits beside it your luggage and he sighs, "Let her come back safe." He sniffles, "Please."
The next morning, you wake up feeling awful. Your body is cold and the clothes you were wearing are still wet. It looked to be sunrise now, the sun's rays peaking just over the mountain behind you. You sit up and hold your head feeling a headache. You also feel an itch in your throat and a runny nose. "What a fucking train wreck." You mutter to yourself.
"Excuse me Dr. Adamson?" A steward from the hotel approaches you.
"Yes?" You put on your sunglasses as you look at him.
"Glad to see you okay. Your husband has been looking for you this morning." He says.
"He has?" You expression softens.
"Yes, ma'am." He smiles, "Would you like a towel? We can escort you back to your bungalow where he's waiting."
"Yeah, that would be great, thank you." You stand up and take a towel from him before following him to a cart taking you back to your suite.
You knock on the door and after the second knock, it swings open quickly. "Hi…" Is all you can muster. You probably looked a hot mess to him. Hair damp, make-up running, and wrinkled clothes. He didn't look any better. Dark circles around his eyes and the clothes from yesterday still on. He steps to the side and lets you in.
You walk into the room and set your purse on the counter with your sunglasses. He walks slowly behind you and the guilt starts to settle in. You look outside to see dinner was still sitting on the table in the yard.
"I am going to take a warm shower if you don't mind." You fiddle with your fingers nervously as you shuffle to the bedroom. Your eyes are trained at the ground. If you dared to look at him, you just might cry.
"Where did you go?" He asks.
"The beach… I went for a late night swim." You purse your lips as you turn your head to him. "I think I needed it?"
"Yeah?" He stands behind the kitchen counter with his arms crossed.
"Yeah. I'll be right back." You enter the room and peel the cold wet clothes off your body. You enter the bathroom and take a much needed warm shower to rinse off the salt and sand from the beach. You don't feel as bad when you get out but still have the soreness in your throat and the guilt in your chest.
You come back out of the room in fresh clothes and purse your lips. Robby is still standing in the kitchen leaning against the counter facing the rest of the living area. "Feeling better?"
"I may have gotten a little sick." You clear your throat.
"Let me check you over." He goes to the living room and digs in his bag for his penlight.
"You don't have to, some home remedies should suffice."
"Let me just check." He pats the couch cushion. You comply and sit down. He checks you eyes and throat with the light. He clicks it off and puts it in his pocket, "It could develop into a cold so we should get some juice for you."
"Thank you for that." You fiddle with your fingers. "I haven't been kind to you. Or my dad. All I ever wanted was justification; that what ever I was doing was the right thing. I think my dad knew that and… and he knew that giving that to me wouldn't do anything… I am constantly letting my emotions get the best of me and I have tried to cut them off. I wrote that letter 2 years after my dad died. I was drowning in grief and loneliness; I wrote it all down. It was in case of emergency. In case I couldn't carry the weight anymore." Tears well up in your eyes again. You look over at him bite the side of your lip. "I'm sorry."
"I've felt that way too." He clears his throat, "After your dad died, I realized I had no one left. You were living your life and I was living mine. We felt worlds apart. COVID was taking people away. People weren't coming back. Things started to get difficult to manage as chief. Everyone is looking to me for help and I can barely help myself."
You gaze softens and you place your hand on top his, "Have you felt like… hurting yourself?"
"Sometimes. I've thought about not coming to work. Walking into the river with concrete shoes. Driving until I run out of gas in the middle of nowhere." He turns his hand over so your hand rests on his palm, "I was not kind enough to think about leaving a note."
"I would have missed you." You whisper.
"I would have missed you too." He whispers back. "I'm sorry that it seemed like I was only being nice so you wouldn't want to die. I meant what I said. I always cared about you. I knew I wanted you in my life."
"I'm sorry I thought that. I couldn't fathom the idea that you wouldn't have an ulterior motive." You rest your head on his shoulder. He spreads his fingers and yours sink between them, locking your hands together. "Did you really try to look for me all morning?"
"And all last night. They cut the lights at like eleven so I couldn't keep looking. I stayed up waiting for you."
"God, I feel like an ass." You sigh.
"Don't" He kisses your forehead, "You feel better,don't you?"
"Mhm. Emotionally yes. Physically I feel like I slept on a bag of rocks." You chuckle, "I ended up on those lounge chairs and it wasn't the most ideal sleeping spot."
He laughs with you, "Let's lay in bed for breakfast."
"I like that idea." You both stand up and go to bed.
About mid afternoon, you wake up to find Robby holding your waist and spooning you. You turn over to face him. He adjusts his positions still holding on to you but he still sleeps like a stone. You take a sharp inhale through your nose. Guilt sinks into your stomach now as you think about him staying up all night waiting for you. It reminds you of when you were med-students together and he would wait for you to walk together to your car.
You smile as you remember every grievance you've had with him. How it all seemed to melt away now that you knew his true feelings for you. He said it himself, he always cared. While you were busy fighting your inner critic, he was there trying to support you. With your cold nature, there was only so much he could do.
You lean in and place a kiss gently on his lips, "Thank you for not hating me." You feel him tighten his grip, pulling you closer.
"How could I?" He mumbles, "I love you."
"You're sleeping, you don't mean that." You whisper.
"I love you." His eyes open quickly as he says it again, "I'm awake now, so does that count?"
"I… I guess so." You trace the lines on his face, "But how do you know?"
"I've known for years and years." He kisses your neck. "It's what happens when you repress your feelings."
"Well, you already know how I feel. It was in my letter after all." You circle your fingers your fingers around the nape of his neck.
"Hm, I did get in trouble for learning that information so I may have disregarded it."
You click your tongue and swat his shoulder, "You just want to hear me say it."
"Is that wrong? You had me think you weren't coming back." He looks into your eyes with his deep brown ones.
You take a deep breath, "I don't think I realized how much I loved you until we were both old and wrinkled. Often, I would look at you and think about what could have been. Had I not been so self-centered, maybe we could have been something."
He grabs your hand and laces it with yours, "We can be something now." He kisses your knuckles.
"You're okay with having a wreck as a girlfriend?"
"I'm okay with that. As long as you're okay with all the paperwork that comes with dating your superior." He presses his lips against yours.
You groan back, "I was kinda hoping we keep it low key for a bit. That's what I was getting at last night before… you know. I hate change and paperwork. And the fact that everyone would know."
"Is there something wrong with people knowing you're dating me?!" He looks at you taken aback.
"No, well, what I mean is we have this reputation about us."
"Uh huh."
"And I would hate for it to change immediately."
"You still want to hate me at work…"
"If that's okay? A couple pokes and prods here and there. I just don't want people thinking I've gone soft with you after sleeping with you."
"Sure, how dare anyone think you have a heart." He squeezes you tightly, making you laugh out the air in your lungs.
"Just for a bit. A month maybe?" You giggle. "I'll let you walk me to my car after work. Ease everyone into. Get a rumor started."
He chuckles, "Fine. But how about you walk me to my car?" You scoff and roll back over. He hugs you tight and kisses you ear. "That wasn't a no…"
"Yes it was. Chivalry is dead anyways." He chuckles as he holds you tight against his chest.
You spend the rest of the day in bed until both of your stomachs growl to life. You head to the restaurant for dinner in more leisure clothes and get sat inside in a rather secluded booth inside the restaurant. You feel a bit grateful because you did not want to confront Crystal today. You sent her a text while you were in bed but you didn't really want to talk.
The two of you sit on the same side. You decide against alcohol for the first time this entire trip and decide to drink some pineapple juice instead. Robby sticks to water, making it a sober night for the two of you.
As you pick your plate, you speak, "I think I want to do it tomorrow."
"It?" He cocks an eyebrow, "There are a lot of things that could be 'it.'"
"You know what I mean," You elbow him, "I want to spread dad's ashes. Finally get the closure I want. Lay him to rest."
"Sounds good." He nods, "And it's okay for me to join?"
"No, actually, I want you to stay at the bungalow and keep an eye on our stuff." You say sarcastically, "Yes come. I don't think I can do it without you."
"Would you have? If I hadn't come on this trip?"
"Yeah. I probably would have done it the first or second day and been alone with my dark thoughts the rest of the trip. But with you here, I felt like it needed to be more serious. You've made me do a lot of reflecting."
"A teacher never stops teaching."
"Don't let it get to your head." You roll your eyes, "You've only got a year on me okay. And based on review I am a better mentor than you."
"Based on review?! Based on review, you are cold-hearted and your criticism is borderline personal and derogatory."
"That came from one review and that spoiled brat deserved that criticism. He was being pompous and deprecating to patients." You mutter into your cup. "Completely unfit for the internship."
He chuckles, "I'm glad you are my second pair of eyes."
After dinner, in the bungalow you take a bath in the jacuzzi tub to relax. The only light illuminates the sink and toilet area leaving you in near darkness. There were some electric tea light candles giving you a comfortable atmosphere as you sit in the jets.
Robby comes and sits on the landing beside the tub. He watches as you sit in the bubbles. You look back at him, "Worried I might sink in?"
"I wasn't thinking about it until now," He purses his lips, "I was just checking on you though. Make sure you're okay."
"I'm okay. I'm not going to get better instantly but I'm better than last night."
"Good."
"You should get in. It's big enough for the both of us." You smile.
Robby twists his lips in thought but you give him the biggest puppy dog eyes you can do. With the will of your pout he complies. He stands up and undresses, "Move over." You grin with excitement as he steps into the tub. You lay between his legs with your back against his chest. He rests his hands on your shoulders and starts to massage you.
You hear the wind against the glass as you make a satisfying sound. He leaves light kisses on your neck as warm water from his wet hands trickle down your shoulders over your chest. There is a small window above the tub. You can see the moon from where you lay. A small smile spreads on your face as you slowly doze off in the comfort of Robby's arms.
The youngest resident on the er floor, very friendly cool under pressure, mostly specialized in trauma and neonatal. Everybody loves you. Turns out your dating Brendon park something like that idk
[Ngl, I had to look up neonatal.]
Imagine if... cool!reader is great under pressure, no thanks to her boyfriend.
Cool-Dude!reader who is unphased when blood splats onto her, her face, and onto her gown in a trauma, quite literally laughing at the suddenness of it.
"Well... that just happened!"
Cool-Dude!reader who will smile at a nervous intern, resident, or med student, steadying their hands with her bloodied gloves with a wink.
Cool-Dude!reader who won't take the credit for the save despite the fact that she saved both the patient and them, skipping off with a grin.
Cool-Dude!reader who can literally calm down the fussiest newborn under a minute, much to the parent's relief and envy.
Cool-Dude!reader who coos over babies despite working with them for months, always seen playing with their little hands or feet.
Cool-Dude!reader who calls up to the OR for the bad neonatal cases, surprising everyone with how quick she manages to get people down.
Cool-Dude!reader who makes everyone suspicious with how casually she talks to Park when he comes down. She talks to everyone the same way... but, still!
"What did you call me down for?" He huffs when he walks into the room. "You have 10 minutes before you make me miss a spinal fusion." She simply snorts, hands gently playing with the newborn's little feet.
"Don't get your panties in a twist, Sharkie." She muses, getting an unamused stare in return. She just grins brighter in purpose. She then nudges a nervous intern's hip. "U-Um... patient has achondroplasia. Um..."
Looking to her for help, she grins and continued. "We're trying to convince the parents that the bone-breaking procedure is necessary. So you," She pokes at his chest, making everyone tense.
"Sharkie, get to get up off your butt do that." He stares for a bit, getting nothing but wiggling eyebrows in return. He huffs after taking a deep breath. "Next time, you do it." He grumbles before walking out.
"Love you, too!" She calls out playfully, turning back to the baby with tiny coos and fusses. Feeling eyes on her, she turns to everyone else. "What?" "Dude. You just poked Park." She shrugs. "Okay?"
"You are way to chill for that to have just happened-"
Cool-Dude!reader who reveals her relationship with Park after he comes down to consult while she was in trauma.
She grins up at him as her hands quite literally hold a man's skull together. "So... what're doing later?" Park hums shortly, eyeing the man's skull carefully as her steady hands held on.
"Dealing with my annoying girlfriend." She pouts dramatically. "That's rude." "It's accurate." He retorts, raising a brow when he momentarily meets her eyes.
She rolls her eyes. "Says the man who has old biker sunglasses-" "He'll be fine." He straightens, turning to Robby. "Just hold him together long enough to make it upstairs." "What does he think I'm doing?"
She grumbles under her breath. Whoever she was talking to doesn't answer, still trying to keep up with the fact that the two are dating. "... you and Park?" She just shrugs. "He's pretty chill." "No, he isn't. You are. Him? He's..."
They trail off, not wanting to offend. They don't, her letting out a snort. "An intense bone-bro with an attitude? Yes. But," She shifts with the patient as they move him. "He's sweet when he cares. Blunt, but sweet."
Cool-Dude!reader who antagonizes Park when he's downstairs, always skipping off before he can snap.
Cool-Dude!reader who always catches people off guard with how she practically drags Park everywhere or anywhere she wants.
Cool-Dude!reader who always claps back when he snaps.
"Who did this dressing?"
"I did."
"Haven't I told you not to wrap it like this?"
"Yes, but the patient's a squirter, their blood would go everywhere if I didn't do it that way."
"Then why didn't you wrap it like this?"
"Well, you didn't tell me that! Dude- shut up and do your job-!"
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