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michael ‘robby’ robinavitch x fem!reader

3 times the pittlings suspect Robby is married and the 1 time it’s confirmed

cw: married!robby, robby and reader have a kid, godfather!jack abbot, medical inaccuracies (trying my best), age gap (unspecified)

wc: 4.7k

a/n: i couldn’t decide a name for their daughter so i just used a nickname ‘bug’ for her!

Doctor Michael “Robby” Robinavitch was not a married man.

Or so his residents thought.

The Chief Attending Physician never mentioned being married, kids, or any other indicators that typically pointed to a relationship.

Besides, while Robby was brilliant, he was also incredibly cynical. They weren’t quite sure that trait screamed husband material.

That was until one by one the ‘pittlings’ as they were called slowly uncovered aspects of Robby’s life that were more than meets the eye.

1. The Rings

Robby didn’t wear a ring.

His left hand was left completely barren during the duration of his shift.

He dodged questions about his love life left and right, especially from the older patients who learned of his last name origins and wanted his whole life story.

Never denied having a wife, just danced around the topic.

Even Abbot who was widowed still wore his wedding ring

Naturally, those who saw his left hand (including those who worked at PMTC), all assumed he was unmarried.

The Emergency Room today is scarily quiet. Not quiet necessarily, just not the typical rush of screaming patients and understaffing issues.

Robby stands by Dana at the central hub, typing away at the tablet to update charting information. Dana works by him silently, clearly savoring the moment of calm before the inevitable storm.

And then the peace is broken by two paramedics bursting through the ambulance bay doors.

Robby discards his tablet immediately and slings his stethoscope back around his neck.

“What do we got?”

“42 year old male. Experiencing chest pains and shortness of breath. Likely a stemi. EKG has been applied.”

“Whitaker! Jesse! You’re with me,” Robby demands.

The two men follow him right into Trauma 2, gloving up immediately and awaiting further instructions.

They know the procedure at this point. Stabilize the patient, call surgery, don’t lose the heartbeat.

Of course that last one is a lot harder to ensure.

But when they lose the heartbeat, Robby immediately springs into action. He rambles off something about the proper number of compressions.

Robby places his hands on the patient’s chest and began the familiar rhythm of CPR.

Whitaker takes over securing the airway while Jesse preps the defibrillator.

They’ve seen many stemi’s in Trauma 1 and 2 but each time it’s a stressful race against the clock.

Robby pauses his compressions, waiting on his internal clock before he starts again.

Still no pulse.

He places his hands once more, applying slightly more pressure as he begins his second wave.

Whitaker stands on deck, fully ready for Robby’s next set of instructions. The endotracheal tube was successfully inserted into the trachea. All he could do now was wait.

And even something catches his attention.

A shiny piece of gold slips out of Robby’s shirt, hitting his chest as it’s stopped by the chain it’s connected to.

Whitaker probably wouldn’t have noticed if the ring hadn’t caught the fluorescent emergency room lights. And then it hits him. Robby has a wedding ring around his neck.

“Whitaker!”

The resident doesn’t respond immediately. He’s too focused on the newest gossip point he may have just uncovered.

“Whitaker!” Robby yells again.

“Right! Sorry!” He rushes out before rambling off the patient’s vitals.

And then…..

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Robby removes his hands, a sigh escaping his lips as he allows the others to take over with the proper procedures.

Whitaker watches as he reaches for his exposed necklace. The attending runs his finger around the band before tucking it securely under his scrubs.

Like wearing a wedding band was nothing at all.

Whitaker doesn’t wanna ask. It isn’t the time, place, or status to question if Robby was married. Just morbid curiosity.

He’ll have to mention it to Santos if he remembers.

Robby shoots two thumbs up as the stemi patient is moved out by surgery.

“Good work everyone,” he announces before slipping out to see where he’s needed.

Huh.

Maybe Dr. Robby is secretly married.

2. Stitches

You don’t expect to end up at the Pitt, truthfully you never had.

Frankly, if you had a choice you would rather head to Westbridge. Okay, maybe that was a stretch but something about going to the Pitt felt like teetering in your husband's territory.

But now your hand is bleeding bad and if you were able to look past the blood, you swear you could see bone. You cursed yourself out for causing such a disastrous scene from simply trying to cook dinner.

You were incredibly grateful your daughter was being watched by your parents for the night.

You drive to PTMC in a haze. Your hand is throbbing and the blood has already started seeping through the thick towel you wrapped around. Should you be driving? Maybe not. But calling an ambulance for a deep wound wasn’t realistic.

In your dazed state, you don’t even think about texting Robby.

It must be your lucky day when you walk into the emergency department and there’s actually empty chairs available. Robby had come home many nights complaining of being understaffed and overrun.

Check-in went smoothly and when the triage nurse saw your hand, she called right for a nurse to bring you back.

You didn’t see Dana at the nurses station and you knew Jack wasn’t due in for another hour or so. Robby also seemed MIA, probably back with a patient.

Instead, a nurse named Sam shows you to your room. “You can have a seat on the bed. Someone should be with you momentarily.”

The pain in your hand continued to increase. Maybe it was the blood loss or the adrenaline fading but you let your eyes shut until there’s a knock on the door and the curtain slides open.

You're greeted shortly after being shown to North 14 by a dark haired doctor.

You squint your eyes to read her badge. Doctor Trinity Santos.

Ah. So that was Santos.

Robby subtly talked about almost all of his coworkers at home. You knew Whitaker was resilient, Javadi was young but highly gifted, Mel was brilliant, and lastly you knew that Santos, begrudgingly, was a lot like Robby.

“I’m Doctor Santos and I’ll be taking care of you today,” she starts. “What’s going on?”

You lift your band up weakly to show the blood stained towel. Despite all, you manage to force out a laugh.

“Kitchen accident. Knife slipped right down my palm.”

Santos sits in a stool and slides over to the edge of the bed.

“Mind if I take a look?”

You nod, only wincing slightly as she unwraps the towel.

“Yeah you got a nasty cut here. I’ll clean it up and we’ll probably need to do a few stitches. How’s the pain?”

“Not great.”

Santos stands up. “I’ll get you something to numb your hand. You should be in and out.”

You give her a warm smile. “Thank you Dr. Santos.”

She’s gone for another few moments before entering the room with the proper supplies. You swing your legs over the bed and rest your hand on the table and bring it over.

Robby is taking a lap around the floor when he double takes at one of the hospital's newest admitants.

Santos is at your bedside, saline flush in hand as she works to clean out the blood from your wound.

“Doctor Santos? What do we have here?” An all familiar voice enters the room.

Your eyes shoot up. Busted.

“Uh,” Santos starts. “Just a deep hand laceration. Kitchen accident. I gave a low dosage to numb the area. Should be good after I finish cleaning and stitch it up.”

The young doctor doesn’t seem to notice the intense eye contact between you and Robby. There’s a silent conversation between you and him. Something between an are you okay? and a why didn’t you ask for me?

“I’d like to take over here if you don’t mind Dr. Santos.”

There’s a long pause of silence in the room.

“Are you sure?” Trinity draws out each word.

“Yeah, I got it,” Robby starts. “Haven’t done some stitching in awhile. Need the practice.”

“I watched you stitch up someone this morning.”

You stifle a laugh, though clearly not well enough for Robby and Santos to not hear.

Santos stands. “But she is all yours. I’ll be back to discharge her when she’s ready.”

Once Santos leaves, you finally have the courage to look your husband in the eye.

“Michael-“ you start.

“Are you okay? What happened?”

“I’m fine. I was just being stupid in the kitchen.”

Robby sighs. “Accidents happen. I just wish you called me. Or texted.”

The saline continues to clean your hand as silence overtakes you.

“I didn’t want to bother you,” you mumble after a moment.

“Bother me?” Robby quietly laughs. “Honey, I'm your husband. You’re allowed to bother me when you're hurt. I’d actually prefer it if you did.”

It feels stupid to you now. You were married with a child for god's sake and you still felt guilty asking for help when you had a huge gash down your hand.

“I was trying to make you dinner,” you winced as Robby began his stitches. “Since my parents are watching Bug I wanted us to have a romantic night.”

Robby laughs. Not in a mean way but simply at your kindness.

“We can still have a romantic night. Just gotta be careful of these stitches.”

“Yeah without dinner I guess.”

“I’ll grab something on my way home,” Robby responds to your quip without missing a beat.

He says it so casually too that you can’t help but smile.

“I like seeing you in your scrubs.”

“Oh yeah?”

You loll your head to the side so it’s resting on your arm. “Sorry, I just find my husband looks too good taking care of me.”

“Careful,” he warns.

“Always am.”

Robby’s mind is still in doctor mode. You managing to flirt with him despite your hand was a good sign.

You grimace one final time as Robby makes the final knot.

Your hand already looks miles better.

“Once I wrap it up for you you’ll be all set.”

Robby turns your hand over and wraps his fingers gently around yours. Still careful of your pulsing wound, he brings your hand up to his lips and places a gentle kiss.

His lips linger for a moment, just long enough for Santos to go wide-eyed as she walks past the room. Despite Robby taking over your stitching, you were still technically her patient.

Now, instead of entering your room, she turned on her heel and made a mad dash for where Whitaker sat charting.

“Huckleberry,” Santos sharply whispers.

The boy looks up at her. “What’s up?”

Santos looks behind her back, clearly afraid that her attending could sneak up and hear her gossiping about his personal life.

“My patient in North 14, the one that Robby hijacked?”

Whitaker’s brows furrow in confusion. “Yeah?”

“I swear Robby just kissed her.”

This immediately grabbed Whitaker’s attention. Chart now forgotten, he peers over Santos’ shoulder to see if he can catch a glimpse of the room. No luck.

“What? There’s no way.”

Santos pushes her stray hairs back. “I am so beyond serious you have no idea.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah. Wow.”

They’re both silent for a moment before Whitaker speaks up. “You know maybe that’s just his girlfriend?”

“No,” Santos shakes her head. “She had wedding rings on. A massive one too.”

Whitaker finally scoffs. “Huh. Maybe Robby does have a secret double life. You know he wears a necklace with a ring on it?”

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“I didn’t think it mattered until now!” He defends himself.

“So you’re saying I may have just taken Robby’s wife as my patient,” Santos starts.

“Yup.”

“Oh wow. Huh.”

Silence once more. Santos stays deep in thought as Whitaker goes back to charting. She can’t help it, she’s behind nosy.

“Do you think I should just ask?”

“Absolutely not,” Whitaker replies immediately.

Santos rolls her eyes. Curse her roommate for always being the voice of reason.

After checking up on her kid with severe road burn and an older man with chest pains, Santos decides it’s time to check in on you. That is until she sees Robby by the hand sanitizer station.

“Hey Dr. Robby!” Santos calls after her attending.

Robby promptly stops in his tracks and spins around.

“I’m about to go discharge North 14 and then I’ll need a consult in South 6,” Santos explains.

“No need, I already took care of discharge.”

Oh. Robby discharged her patient. Her patient. While Santos was getting better, she still struggled with when to stand up for herself or step down.

“You discharged my patient?”

“Is there a problem Dr. Santos?” Robby inquires.

Oh shit. Santos knows immediately that’s his tone of voice saying are you questioning my authority?

She backtracks immediately. “No, not at all. You are the boss.”

“Good. I’ll meet you at South 6 in a few.”

Santos stays glued to her spot for a moment after Robby walks away.

“Huh,” she thinks to herself. “Maybe I did just stitch up Mrs. Robinavitch.”

3. Little Bug

Jack Abbot walking in the E.R. is an immediate sign that shift change had begun and day shift was finally off the hook.

Jack Abbot walking in with a child on his hip, however, was a totally different story.

Plus, the Paw Patrol backpack he had strung across his shoulder.

Santos, Whitaker, and Javadi sit around their desks. All three are frantically typing away at their charts, desperate to get out of the hospital at a seemingly normal time.

It’s Javadi that spots the scene first.

“Holy shit,” she starts. “Is Abbot holding a kid?”

It felt like the entire E.R. at that moment noticed the attending.

It’s a silent game of if anyone needs to react or not. On one hand, a child in an emergency room is a clear red flag. On the other hand, that kid was with Dr. Jack Abbot.

Jack is unbothered by the wandering eyes.

He heads right to the central hub. Dana spotted them minutes ago and already circled around to greet the pair.

“Day-Nuh!” Bug annunciates both syllables in the nurse's name when she spots the charge nurse.

“Hi Jellybean,” Dana beams, accepting the transfer from Jack and fixing the girl to sit on her hip.

Bug’s hands grasp at Dana’s stethoscope.

For your daughter's birthday, you and Robby had gifted her a play doctor set. She was familiar with the basics and was clearly interested in the real-life thing.

“You have fun with Uncle Jack today? Dana asks.

The girl nods.

“Pirate Jack,” Bug corrects as she points down.

“Pirate huh?” Dana chuckles.

“She learned about my leg a few weeks ago. Started calling me a pirate once she stopped crying,” Jack spoke.

Dana boops the girl on her nose. “Well aren’t you the cutest.”

The attending and charge nurse chat for a few minutes as Bug grabs at everything in her reach: Dana’s badge, her cross necklace, and even the pen that’s clipped to her pocket. Dana, of course, doesn’t mind in the slightest.

Bug quickly gets distracted and wiggles out of Dana’s arms the second she spots Robby in her sightline.

“Da-da!” Bug exclaims. It takes Robby only two quick strides to get to her.

God knows he doesn’t want his daughter running around this place.

Robby, as if he had already sensed his daughter's presence in the E.R., had gathered his things from his locker.

“Oof. Hi Bug,” Robby grunts as he’s hit full force in the legs by the toddler.

The second he picks her up, it’s like his entire demeanor changes. The tension in his shoulders eases and for the first time all day, he doesn’t look steps away from a breakdown.

Robby takes note of his daughter’s outfit that was certainly not the one he dressed her in this morning.

A jersey meant only one thing.

“You took her to a Pirates game?” Robby questions his friend.

Jack nods. “Yeah. They won.”

Robby slides a hand down his face. “So let me get this straight. You took my daughter to a 1:35 start game and are now here to work a 12 hour shift.”

Jack nods again like this isn’t difficult to comprehend. “I’m a shoe-in for uncle of the year.”

That gains a laugh from Robby.

“You’re insane,” he begins. “I’m assuming the jersey was a new addition.”

“Of course. Her cleaned ice cream helmet and hat are in her backpack.”

Javadi turns to their little group who has long abandoned their charting to watch the two men interact.

“You think that’s Robby and Abbot’s love child?’ Javadi inquiries.

That elicits a laugh. The new sound causes Bug to immediately lose her attention on her dad and look over towards the three doctors. Her little hands grasp at the hems of Robby’s scrubs as she focuses mostly on Javadi.

“Looks like she chose you,” Santos says quietly.

Javadi raises her hand tentatively to wave, clearly not wanting to overstep any boundaries with the dynamic most of the emergency department just learned about.

Bug shows a toothy grin as she waves back.

Robby feels Bug shifting around and turns to face the group who suddenly look like deer in headlights. Like Bug when she gets caught pulling puppy dog eyes on Dana for another cookie.

To the pittlings shock, Robby laughs.

“You guys are allowed to say hi.”

Robby points to Santos first. “That’s Trinity.”

“Trin-ty!” Bug repeats.

“Dennis.”

“Dennis!”

“And Victoria.”

Bug’s face scrunches up in concentration. More than two syllables were rough. “Vic-tora!”

Robby shrugs. “Eh close enough, Bug.” He then turns his attention away from the girl. “We’re working on phonics right now.”

Santos holds her hands up. “Alright I’ll bite. You have a kid? And it’s not yours and Abbot’s?”

Dana bumps Jack with her shoulder. “Told ya people would say something.”

Robby glares at the two before turning back to Santos.

“Yes, I have a kid. Yes, I am married. Yes, Jack has been helping me while my wife is out of town. Any other questions?”

Whitaker clocks Santos’ look immediately. So their suspicions were correct.

“Was your wife my patient that you stitched up?” Santos bursts out. She can’t help it. The curiosity has been eating her up.

“Yes it was. She didn’t want to bother me for help.”

“Aw. No wonder you two get along.”

Bug is growing not just tired, but restless too. A bad combination for a toddler.

“When does the missus get back?” Dana asks.

“Tomorrow night,” Robby starts. “Can’t thank you guys enough for everything.”

To everyone in the room, this made perfect sense. Two of Robbie’s close support systems helping him out with his daughter.

“But this little one seems pretty tired from romping around with Uncle Jack. Can you say thank you, Bug?”

Bug turns her head to her uncle. “Thank you pirate Jack!”

Dana squeezes the young girls cheek and with a final wave goodbye, Robby is out the door. Probably the earliest he has ever left PTMC.

Safe to say he left the Pittlings in shock.

+1. Meeting

Your hand takes a bit to heal. Given how deep the cut was, you were fully expecting a long road to recovery.

Robby checked over the wound almost daily. He explained in simple terms to Bug that “mommy’s left hand was hurt right now” and that “she needed to be extra careful.”

Of course Bug was determined to kiss it better. Just like her dad had done to you.

Robby insists that you set up a 3-week checkup.

He told you that the surface skin should be healed by three weeks (sometimes longer with it being such a utilized area), but there would be a road ahead for deep tissue recovery.

Your phone pings as you’re packing your purse.

What time are you coming in?

About to leave! Need anything?

All good. I let the triage nurses know you’re coming so you should be able to come right back. See you soon. Love you

Love you too!

After your initial incident, PTMC didn’t feel as scary. Also probably given the fact that you and your husband had a long conversation about it being okay to ask for help.

The irony was there best believe it.

You’re waved through once you enter the waiting room. This time, thankfully, you spotted Dana immediately at the central hub.

“Well look who’s back!” Dana exclaims.

You hold your wrapped hand up. “Michael insisted I come for a checkup.”

Dana rounds the hub and wraps you in a greeting hug. “Sounds like him.”

She pauses to notice there is no toddler trotting in with you. “No Bug?”

You roll your eyes playfully. “You know I do have a life outside of my daughter.”

“Eh. Debatable.”

You glance around the bustling emergency room. No signs of Robby. “Is my husband around?”

“Let me page him.”

Robby appears just moments after being paged. He looks tired and worn. You can’t imagine what the day has already thrown at him.

But when he sees you, he slaps on a tired smile and walks like the day hasn’t beat him down.

“Hi honey,” Robby greets you, shocking even you as he places a soft kiss to your forehead.

You know he prefers private displays of affection. Can’t live without it actually. In public, however, holding your hand suffices for both of you.

“I can get you set up in a room so we can look at that hand. In and out promise.”

You wave him off. “Take your time. I know you’re busy.”

Dana scoffs and laughs. “When is he not.”

“Tell me about it.”

Robby shoots both of his hands up in the air as an ‘i’m innocent!’

“South 10’s open.”

You’re so close to stealing your husband away to do your checkup when the phone rings and Dana’s face falls.

“Car pileup on 376. Incoming in 5 minutes.”

Robby slides a hand down his face. You squeeze his arm.

“It’s okay Mike. I can wait.”

Robby shakes his head as his eyes dart around the emergency room.

“Santos!” Robby calls. The young resident’s head snaps up, eyes immediately locking on you. “You free?”

She stands up. “I can be.”

“Mind doing a three week checkup? Since I hijacked it last time.”

You chuckle. “Don’t worry, I chewed him out for it.”

You and Robby can both tell Santos is treading in uncharted waters.

“I’m assuming this is your wife?” Santos asks.

You stick your uninjured hand out for her to shake. “Yes I am and Y/N is fine.”

Oh she can’t wait to tell Whitaker.

“Sorry about last time,” you apologize.

Santos shakes her head. “Don’t worry about it. Nice to meet you.”

Dana looks at the group and repeats. “South 10.”

“Right,” Santos presses her lips together.

You can sense that Robby is on edge about the incoming trauma. “I’ll be okay Mike. It’s just a checkup. Besides, based on what you’ve told me I’m in good hands.”

Santos tries not to glow with pride.

“Okay okay. I’ll swing by when I can.”

Santos guides you to South 10. You take a seat in the chair before she slowly unwraps your bandage. While Robby’s stitches were flawless, it was still a nasty injury to heal from.

“I’m gonna do another cleaning and then test your movement,” Santos explains. “Just gotta grab the stuff and I’ll be back.”

True to her word, Santos is back but this time she’s accompanied by Robby.

“Thought you had an incoming trauma?” you inquire.

“Got re-routed to Westbridge.”

You nod, winching only slightly as Santos begins poking the area for tenderness. Safe to say she found it!

“Do you want to remove your rings?” Santos asks

You nod before sliding the two bands off. “Don’t want them in the way for either of us.”

Robby steps forward and opens his palm. You drop them down as he unclips his necklace chain and slides them on. They hit his respective wedding band with a satisfying clink.

“Want me to stay?” Robby offers.

“Not if you’re going to terrorize Santos,” you fire back.

Santos is enjoying this a bit too much.

“I will go see if someone else needs help then. Please call if you need anything.”

The young resident works in silence. Despite Robby not being in the room, his presence lingers over. If she fucked up working on his wife, she was screwed.

But surprisingly, you’re the one to break the silence.

“Robby told me you’re interested in general surgery,” you speak.

Once again, Santos is taken aback. Robby doesn’t just talk about her outside of work but he talks highly of her outside of work.

“Yeah I think so. I’m still figuring it out.”

“Eh you have time. Don’t tell him I told you this but he thinks you’ll be a great fit.”

Santos smiles. “I think I’m just in shock to be treating you now that I know who you are. And your daughter too.”

“Don’t worry about me. I have no problems telling Robby off,” You laugh. “Just didn’t want to make a big deal last time.”

“I get it. How long have you to been together?” Santos asks and then immediately freezes. “Oh I’m so sorry I don’t mean to interrogate.”

What has Robby been doing to these poor residents to make them so scared?

“We’ve known each other for 10, married for 8, and we’ve had Bug for three years now.”

“She’s adorable. She waved to us when Dr. Abbot brought her in.”

“Yeah she likes Jack more than me sometimes,” you grin.

Your checkup doesn’t take much longer after that. Santos wraps your hand up once more and goes through aftercare instructions. “But I’ll let Dr. Robby know as well,” she finishes out.

You walk back to the central hub as you make small talk with Santos. She tells you about how she used to be an athlete and how she’s fluent in Tagalog. You, in turn, tell her about your own work and all the details that come with that.

Robby strategically positioned himself to be waiting with Dana when you’re done.

“Dr. Santos is fantastic,” you praise when you find him. “Everything looks a-okay.”

Santos slides past you to sit down at her desk with Whitaker and Javadi.

“Just treated Mrs. Robinavitch,” she whispers. The other resident and student doctor lean in close. “She’s so nice. Like scary nice. And smart too.”

And just like the pittlings feared, Robby appears behind them to interrupt their gossip session.

“Well I’m glad you find my wife nice and smart,” Robby muses.

Then you’re popping up right behind them. “Cut them some slack, Mike. They’re just curious.”

It’s like you have him under a spell with the way he relaxes at your touch.

“Wanna walk me out?” you offer.

Robby points at the group of three. “Any of you need anything?”

It’s amusing so see how quickly they shake their heads no.

“Alright, I’ll be back soon.”

As Robby turns to leave, you grab his arm to stop him.

“It was nice to meet you guys! Thank you again Dr. Santos for all your help.”

Dana laughs loudly at their shocked expression. It was definitely weird to see their strict attending doctor be so relaxed around his wife.

“So you do have a wedding ring,” Whitaker points out.

Robby reaches under his scrub top to pull out the chain. “Eight years.”

“And a child together,” Javadi jumps in.

“Three years,” Robby adds.

“I’ll have to bring her back sometime. She’s been asking about you guys non-stop,” You laugh.

Your phone pings. It’s daycare sending you and Robby Bug’s report of what she did today.

“Well duty calls. See you guys!”

Robby wraps his arm around your shoulder as he steers you out of the emergency room.

Santos, ready as ever to pounce on an opportunity to hype herself up, looks at Whitaker.

“Y/N told me that Robby thinks I’d thrive in surgery.”

She pushes away from her desk, laughing loudly and ready to go check up on her next.

Whitaker and Havadi follow immediately, a chorus of “What!” and “Did she say anything about me!” fall from their lips.

Santos gloats.

“You’ll just have to find her next time.”

And just like that she escapes, still riding on the high of Robby’s praise.

And above all, the emergency room feels a little lighter.

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