Series tags/warnings: Some explicit sexual content, unspecified age gap, resident!reader, boss!robby, baby daddy!robby, accidental pregnancy, descriptions or pregnancy, childbirth, minimal medical terminology, medical inaccuracies (i'm just a writer, not a medical professional), slow-burn when it comes to the romance
Summary: After sleeping with your boss at a charity gala, you end up pregnant. How will the two of you move forward?
Chapters
The Slip Up
What Comes After
Something Real
Midnight Snack
The Living Situation
Pink or Blue?
Too Close for Comfort
The Question
Pregnancy Hormones
Born on the Night Shift
The First Night
Everything After
Bonus Content
The Kitchen Incident (in between The Living Situation and Pink or Blue?)
First Kick (in between Pink or Blue and Too Close for Comfort)
Alone Again (in between The Question and Pregnancy Hormones)
Meeting the Family (in between Pregnancy Hormones and Born on the Night Shift)
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Summary: You sleep with your boss at a charity gala.
Warnings/Tags: 18+ mdni, boss!robby, resident!reader, smut with no plot, bathroom sex, female reader (she/her) with female anatomy, unspecified age gap, soft dom!robby, use of the term ‘sir’, unprotected p in v sex, no aftercare, pre-established situationship, no use of Y/N
Word count: 1k words
A/N: This smut piece sets the foundation for an accidental pregnancy trope, so that’ll come out soon. I’m still participating in the challenge ‘Elixir’s Arcade’ by the lovely @elixirfromthestars. This fic fits a prompt from the ‘A Game of Chance’ section and I used the Generator of Dialogue & Scenario prompts, and I got “You are all I can think about.” Mel’s challenge has been an absolute blessing for my writer’s block!!
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You never would’ve thought that you’d be getting fucked in a bathroom by your boss, but here you were. Everything had happened so quickly. There had always been tension between you and Robby, but neither of you had acted on it. That was until tonight. The idea was to get it out of your system, and that’s exactly what was happening. At least, that’s you thought.
Robby had you pinned against the bathroom stall, your back was flush against his front and your palms were pressed against the cool metal paneling of the wall. You couldn’t even see his face, but you didn’t care. Nothing mattered except for the sound of skin slapping skin and Robby’s thick cock filling your cunt. He mumbled in your ear as he moved.
“Fuck. You are all I can think about.”
Lucky for you, Robby didn’t have a clear view of your face, or he would’ve seen the way your cheeks had flushed. Your brain momentarily short-circuited and you hesitated to respond. Should you tell him the truth and admit that he’d been on your mind? The champagne from earlier had lowered your ambitions, and you spoke between short gasps.
“Been thinking about you, too.”
“Yeah? What have you been thinking about? Me fucking you like this?”
His sudden cockiness caught you off guard and you laughed nervously. That was exactly what you’d been thinking about. You knew that you shouldn’t have been fantasizing about your boss, so you’d been trying to push the feelings down. Clearly, that hadn’t worked. Shifting to allow him to reach your clit at a new angle, you exhaled slowly and spoke shakily.
“Yes. Just like this.”
“I bet that you think about this while we’re at work, huh?”
Before you could answer him, Robby picked up the pace and drove into you with a little more force. This elicited a small cry from you. He knew exactly what he was doing. You could feel the way his grip tightened on your hips and the way his groans had gotten lower. The two of you were nearing euphoria. Once he realized that you were too worked up to reply, Robby teased you again.
“You can’t even talk. Am I fucking you that good? You’re so close.”
Unable to form a coherent sentence, you nodded eagerly and whimpered. It was almost embarrassing how quickly Robby had reduced you to a needy wreck. You didn’t want to give him any reason to stop, so you forced yourself to speak.
“I’m so close.”
“I know, sweetheart. I know. You trust me, right?”
"Yes, sir.”
Damn, those words were going to be etched into his brain. You’d called him ‘sir’ at work before, and he’d given you shit about it. This was different, though. Beneath his breath, he cursed and pressed his forehead to your shoulder.
“Shit. You can’t talk like that, honey. Drives me fucking crazy.”
You wanted to apologize, but you couldn’t catch your breath. Robby was determined to push you over that edge and his thrusts were becoming frantic. You didn’t get the chance to warn him before the pleasure that had built in your belly spilled over and you fell apart.
Robby’s strong arms held you upright as your knees buckled. His own orgasm soon followed, and he was too focused on your comfort to pull out. Within seconds, he was filling you with thick, hot ropes of semen. As he finished, praises absentmindedly tumbled from his lips.
“God, you’re so perfect, sweetheart. Took me so well.”
It wasn’t until the two of you had taken a few minutes to recover that the reality of what he had just done struck Robby. You were a resident and he was your attending. This was an HR nightmare. He was still supporting your weight when he started to spiral. How was he ever supposed to return to the way that things were before? The moment he pulled you into this bathroom, everything changed. You must’ve sensed his discomfort because your sweet voice soon broke the silence.
“Robby? What’s wrong?”
“Just thinking. We uh should probably go home. The gala is almost over.”
Was your boss inviting you to go home with him? Despite knowing better, your chest swelled with excitement, and you looked over your shoulder at Robby. His features were tense and covered in a light sheen of sweat. He’d really outdone himself. You nodded and shifted slightly.
“That sounds great.”
“Alright. I’ll get you an Uber.”
Oh. Robby was not asking you to spend the night with him. Your face fell in disappointment and you quickly schooled your reaction. This whole thing had been a mistake, and you’d been foolish to think differently. Unbeknownst to you, he was simply overwhelmed with guilt. It had nothing to do with a lack of attraction or care. He noticed your expression and his stomach dropped. Pulling out, he fought the urge to kiss you and muttered an apology.
“Sorry. It’s getting late, y’know? I’ll see you at work on Monday.”
The switch to professionalism made you nauseous, and you had to force yourself to nod. Pretending that this didn’t happen was for the best, right? While you cleaned yourself up with a paper towel, Robby redressed himself and pulled his phone from his suit jacket pocket. He knew your address because he’d given you a ride home from Jack’s birthday party earlier in the month. Once the Uber was ordered, he pocketed the phone and spoke again.
“I’m gonna go back out there. The driver is gonna be here in the next five minutes. Will you text me when you get home?”
“Oh, yeah. Thank you. Do you want me to Venmo you for the ride?”
“No, sweetheart. I’ll pay for it.”
The nickname made your heart ache, but you said nothing. You just nodded and watched as Robby left the bathroom. He’d been in such a rush to get out of there that he hadn’t even told you goodnight. The shame that you were feeling was reminiscent of your college days when you’d engaged in a few one-night stands. You’d always been a commitment person, but that wasn’t an option with Robby. The evening ended the way that all the others had: you alone in your bed.
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Summary: Robby comes with you to your first ultrasound.
Warnings/Tags: accidental pregnancy, angsty fluff, unspecified age gap, boss!robby, resident!reader, baby daddy!robby, medical innaccuracies (I’m not a doctor), mention of the reader’s late mother, female reader (she/her), no use of y/n
Word count: 1k words
A/N: I’m a little overwhelmed by all the interest people have in this series, but I’m very thankful!! I’ve never written a series before, so please be patient with me. I’m hoping to release a new chapter every two weeks, but life happens. Some chapters will definitely be shorter than others. I forgot to mention this in the series announcement, but the reader has a little bit of a backstory. She isn’t an OC, though.
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Sitting next to Robby in the waiting room, your leg was bouncing, and you were visibly on edge. You knew that you were pregnant, but it hadn’t felt real. Maybe your brain was just detaching from the situation because of how insane it was. If you had told your past self that she’d be having a baby with her boss, she would’ve laughed in your face. This was painfully real, though.
Robby was also nervous about the ultrasound, but he was better at concealing it. He’d insisted that the two of you go to a hospital in the neighboring city because the pregnancy was still being kept a secret from the rest of his staff. It was a shitty request and Robby knew that, but he wanted to avoid the stress of the rumor mill. At least, for as long as he could.
He could see how anxious you were, but he wasn’t sure what to do. Robby tried, but he wasn’t known to be the most comforting. For some reason, you still felt safe around him. He waited a few seconds before breaking the tense silence.
“Everything’s gonna be okay.”
“I-I know that. Just a lot to process, y’know?”
“You’re telling me.”
Unfortunately, his words didn’t come across the way that he’d intended and hurt flashed in your eyes. He was about to apologize when you cut him off with your own sharp words.
“You don’t have to be here, Robby. No one’s forcing you to be involved.”
“Don’t do that. I want to be here. It’s my kid, too.”
His brows were pinched in frustration, and you felt your own pang of guilt. Tensions had been high, and it didn’t help that you were hormonal. This entire situation was messy and complicated. The repressed feelings that you both shared didn’t make things any easier. It was only natural for some bickering to occur. You sighed softly and begrudgingly apologized.
“Sorry. I’m just stressed out. I know that you didn’t mean it like that.”
“I’m sorry, too.”
The oppressive silence returned and the two of you just sat there. Thankfully, it was soon interrupted by the ultrasound calling out your name. Getting up, Robby followed you, and you muttered beneath your breath.
“Here goes nothing.”
Lying back on the chair, you tried not to squirm and watched as the tech gathered her supplies. The woman was doing her best to be welcoming, but it was obvious that she’d picked up on the tension between you and Robby. Along with it being marked on your chart, it was clear that the two of you were not in a relationship. He was awkwardly standing by your exam chair and rubbing at the back of his neck. The tech’s voice broke through your thoughts.
“Alright. I’m going to need you to get your feet in the stirrups for me. Do you have an idea of how far along you are? Your chart says six to ten weeks.”
For whatever reason, you were almost embarrassed by the fact that you weren’t sure of your baby’s gestation. A mother should know that. At least, that’s what your own mother would’ve said. Thank God, she wasn’t alive to criticize your life choices. You shrugged softly and tried to sound calmer than you felt. To add to your discomfort, the first ultrasound had to be transvaginal. That was always an experience.
“I’m not sure. Probably eight weeks. I mean, if I had to guess.”
Robby did the math in his head and nodded in agreement. It had been a little over two months since the incident at the charity gala. His brain went back to that night, and he had to subtly adjust himself when he remembered how it had felt to be inside of you. Get it together, Robinavitch.
The tech nodded understandingly and motioned for you to lift your shirt. She applied the gel to the wand and paused to continue narrating her actions.
“Okay. I’m going to start the ultrasound now. You’re going to feel some pressure when I first insert the wand.”
“Alright.”
Now, Robby really wasn’t sure what to do. He kept himself positioned by the head of the chair and focused on the monitor. It was a weak attempt to look anywhere, but your spread legs. He saw the way that your nose had scrunched slightly at the pressure of the insertion, and he almost smiled. That was the same thing you’d done when this baby was conceived. He quickly shook the thoughts from his head.
The moment the baby’s steady heartbeat came through the monitor, the two of you froze. Fuck, this solidified everything. You were actually pregnant, and it was Robby’s baby. He felt his eyes well up with tears and he blinked hard. His own reaction surprised him. What shocked him even more was the fact that you grabbed his hand. He tensed for a moment before relaxing beneath your touch. His eyes met yours, and he saw the tear that rolled down your cheek. He wiped it away and spoke softly.
“Happy tears?”
“Happy tears.”
The ultrasound tech was also smiling, and she began pointing out the different aspects of the imaging.
“I know that the two of you are doctors, so you already know what we’re looking at, but you can see the baby’s head over here.”
Using the keyboard, she entered a code and outlined the embryo’s head. She was also taking a moment to measure the baby’s gestation. It took a minute before she spoke again.
“The baby is around 14 millimeters, so you’re probably nearing the end of eight weeks.”
That aligned with the timeline that you and Robby had already figured out, so that was reassuring. Not that you’d been with anyone else recently. You gave yourself a second to appreciate the moment. Your baby had a heartbeat and their father was choosing to stay in their life. That might be the bare minimum, but you still felt lucky.
The tech wrapped up the ultrasound and printed out two sets of the sonograms. She handed one to you and one to Robby. You weren’t sure what he was going to do with his, but you were going to pin yours on the fridge. Once the appointment was over, it was time for Robby to go back to work and for you to go home. You quickly said your goodbyes and went on your way.
Summary: You call Robby in the middle of the night to deal with pregnancy cravings.
Warnings/Tags: accidental pregnancy, pure fluff, unspecified age gap, boss!robby, resident!reader, baby daddy!robby, tiktok mention (sorry lmao), pregnancy cravings/symptoms, female reader (she/her), no use of y/n
Word count: 1.5k words
A/N: Obviously, the old man readers were a crucial detail to this chapter. This is definitely a sillier installment of this series, and it was so fun to write!! Robby is still grappling with the complexity of this new dynamic, but he’s a little softer in this fic.
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It had been a month since your first ultrasound, and you were now twelve weeks along. You’d been experiencing more pregnancy symptoms as time went on. Intense hunger and cravings were the most prevalent. The hormone related insomnia was not helping things. Currently, you were lying in bed and scrolling TikTok. That’s when you stumbled upon what sounded like the most delicious snack - Taki and cream cheese stuffed jalapeños.
Your mouth watered, but your hopes were quickly dashed when you realized that you didn’t have all the ingredients to make them. You had a bag of Takis and a tub of cream cheese, but no jalapeños. Due to your financial situation, you couldn’t justify DoorDashing anything for a third time this week. Tears of frustration pricked your eyes, stupid fucking hormones. You took a moment and thought rationally. Calling Robby was always an option, he had been pretty insistent that you could call him whenever you needed something. It was two in the morning, though.
The cravings won and you dialed Robby’s number. It rang four times before the call connected, and his voice echoed through the speaker. He was concerned and rightfully so. You had never called him in the middle of the night before.
“Sweetheart? Is everything okay?”
Your out of control hormones had struck again, and you cried when you heard worried tone. Jesus, this was embarrassing. Robby’s anxiety only increased when he heard your tears and he spoke again.
“Hey, why’re you crying? Did something happen with the baby?”
You didn’t want to scare him too badly, so you caught your breath and tried to respond. Your voice was still thick with emotion, though.
“I’m just really hungry, and I don’t have the stuff to make what I wanted.”
Relieved that something catastrophic hadn’t happened, Robby barked out a laugh and quickly schooled his reaction. He didn’t want you to feel embarrassed. It took him a second before he sighed softly.
“You’re crying because you’re hungry?”
“Yes. Do you have any jalapeños?”
Robby had recently taken up cooking on his days off and he did have jalapeños. To your surprise, you could hear the smile in his voice and the sound of his sheets rustling.
“Yeah, do you want me to bring them over?”
That was one perk of having your boss, now baby daddy, living five minutes away from you. Even though you knew that he couldn’t see you, you nodded eagerly, and he could feel your excitement from the other side of the screen.
“Please! You’re a fucking lifesaver.”
Robby rolled his eyes and ignored the way his cheeks flushed. Thankfully, you weren’t there to tease him for it. He found himself looking forward to the way your face would light up when he brought you the vegetables. Chuckling again, he sighed and spoke again.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
True to his word, Robby knocked on your door, and you let him inside. You’d never admit it, but you’d frantically cleaned the living room while awaiting his arrival. He came inside and shut the door behind him. He saw the bag of the Takis on the counter and raised an eyebrow. His words were tinged with disbelief.
“You’re feeding our baby Takis?”
Despite having been pregnant for three months, Robby had never said ‘our baby’ and it caught both of you off guard. He froze, and his eyes widened slightly. You immediately deflected the seriousness of his comment with humor.
“Hey, I don’t question what the baby wants. They want Takis.”
He was still surprised by his own words, but your response lightened the mood. Robby thought that Takis were nasty, but he wasn’t about to argue with you. You were the mother of his child, so you got what you wanted. He rolled his eyes and handed you the small bag of jalapeños.
“Whatever you say. There are the jalapeños. Pretty sure that there’s six in there.”
“Thank you.”
“Of course. Have a good night.”
With that, he turned around and was about to leave. To his surprise, you’d reached out and wrapped your smaller hand around his wrist. You sounded uncharacteristically hesitant when you spoke.
“Wait. Do you wanna stay? I can make you a cream cheese stuffed jalapeño without the Takis.”
At war with his mind, Robby paused and thought for a moment. You wanted him to stay, and it wasn’t a well-kept secret that he was also lonely. He had to sleep with the television running to feel less alone, for fuck’s sake. He gave in and nodded.
“Okay. You want me to wait in the living room?”
“No, come in the kitchen with me. You can core the jalapeños for me.”
You didn’t actually need his help, but you wanted to be close to Robby. The heart was a silly thing, and it wanted what it wanted. You resisted the urge to grab his hand and gestured for him to follow you into the kitchen. He trailed behind you without question.
Your phone was already set up on the counter, and it was paused on a TikTok tutorial for your snack. Robby put on his reader’s to get a better look at what you’d been watching. Seeing what was on the screen, he erupted into another fit of laughter, and he couldn’t hold back his teasing.
“Seriously? This craving was brought on by a TikTok?”
“Don’t make fun of me! I couldn’t sleep, so I was scrolling on my phone. It’s not my fault that these things look heavenly.”
Your defense only served to amuse Robby and he kept laughing. The man was in stitches. It was actually kind of endearing to watch. You huffed and rolled your eyes. He attempted to speak through his giggling.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but there is nothing heavenly about those chips.”
“Whatever. Just focus on hollowing out those jalapeños.”
As Robby focused on scooping out the center of the jalapeños, you set the vibe and turned on a playlist. You’d connected it to a small speaker and Bruce Springsteen’s voice filled the space. Robby recognized the song instantly and he grinned. He looked over at you and cocked his head to the side. His tone was a mixture of amusement and teasing.
“You listen to Springsteen?”
“Obviously. Nebraska is my favorite album.”
“Hm. You’ve got good taste.”
The compliment made your cheeks tinge pink, and you had to look away. God, you were acting like a schoolgirl. You focused on filling one of the hollow vegetables with cream cheese and attempted to respond nonchalantly.
“My dad introduced me to him.”
“Damn, now you’re making me feel old, sweetheart.”
Robby’s joke killed the tension and you smiled. He wasn’t wrong, though. The father of your child was much older than you. You didn’t mind, though. The age thing was much less of a problem for you than it was for him. You shrugged and went back to making your snack.
While the music played, you absentmindedly swayed your hips and it was quite the distraction. Robby’s eyes traced your figure and caught on to the way your pajama shorts clung to your thighs. You had a small “baby bump”, but you both knew that it was just the pregnancy bloating. You weren’t far enough along to have a proper bump yet.
You were so focused on making your snack that you were oblivious to the way that Robby was entranced by your body. He could himself getting stiff in his jeans and he had to casually readjust. The second he directed his attention to something other than your swaying hips, the domesticity of the moment hit him.
Having realized that Robby was finished with the rest of the vegetables, you grabbed them and started filling them with the cream cheese. You set aside two for him and stuffed the others with Takis. Your mouth was watering, and you couldn’t wait to try this.
Finally, you bit into one and your eyes rolled back in satisfaction. You audibly moaned and Robby had to look away. You were clearly having a religious experience with that jalapeño. Done eating that piece, you turned to Robby and grinned.
“That was fucking amazing. You’re a lifesaver.”
That was the second time that you’d called Robby that tonight, and it still made his chest swell with affection. He patted your arm and bit into one of the jalapeños that you’d assigned him. To be fair, it was pretty good. He pretended to not be phased by your praise.
“I had to feed the baby, y’know?”
“Well, they also say thank you.”
After you’d eaten enough to satisfy your hunger, Robby helped you clean everything up, and it was time for him to leave. He had the urge to kiss your forehead before he left, but he quickly buried the thought. You weren’t his girlfriend and he had to remind himself of that. The situation was complicated enough without him acting like a lovesick puppy. What he didn’t understand was that that kind of treatment was exactly what you wanted. You didn’t want to push his boundaries, though.
Instead, you gave him a hug and closed the door behind him. His drive home consisted of him mentally replaying that hug and smiling the whole way home.
Summary: After sleeping with your boss at a charity gala, you find out that you’re pregnant.
Warnings/Tags: accidental pregnancy, angsty fluff, unspecified age gap, boss!robby, resident!reader, baby daddy!reader, female reader (she/her), no use of y/n
Word count: 1.1k words
A/N: This is the second installment in my first ever series titled ‘Unexpected’. It was inspired by a prompt that I was given when participating in the writing challenge created by my lovely mutual @elixirfromthestars. I used the prompt generator from the ‘A Game of Chance’ and I got “Please… say something.” As promised in the first chapter of this series, Robby is a little nicer in this one. For the most part lmao.
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Pregnant. The word flashed on the small window of the pregnancy test and your heart dropped. You’d slept with Robby, your boss, less than two months ago and this was the result. Since then, things had been painfully awkward between the two of you. You weren’t usually a crier, but tears pricked the corners of your eyes. There was only one year left in your residency and this was going to change everything. You needed to talk to Robby immediately.
Taking a shaky breath, you scrolled through your contacts and landed on his number. You pressed call and put the phone on speaker. As the room filled with the sound of ringing, you continued to stare at the pregnancy test. This felt like an out-of-body experience. Robby’s voice came through the speaker, and you could tell that you’d woken him up.
“Hello?”
“Robby, I need you to come over.”
You could hear his sheets rustling, and you assumed that he was sitting up in his bed. The concern was evident in his tone. You could imagine the way that his eyebrow would cock in confusion.
“Okay. Is everything okay, sweetheart?”
He hadn’t called you that since the night of the gala, and it made your chest squeeze even tighter. You cleared your throat and nodded, even though Robby couldn’t see you. It took a moment for you to find the words.
“I’ve got something important to tell you, but I really don’t want to do it over the phone. Can you just come over?”
“Yeah, okay. I’ll be over in a few.”
“Thanks. See you soon.”
Before Robby could answer, you ended the call and started pacing the bedroom. Your head was spinning and everything felt out of control. How could you have let this happen? The two of you were doctors, for fuck’s sake. You knew how to prevent a pregnancy. It didn’t help that you already had irregular periods, so you hadn’t even considered that a baby was the reason you’d missed your last two. You circled the space until you heard the knock on your front door. Now, it was time to have the hardest conversation you’d ever had to navigate.
As soon as the door swung open, Robby entered the space and looked you over. It was like he was expecting something to be visibly wrong. To be fair, you had been a bit cryptic during your phone call. It was nice to see that he cared, though. You shifted on your feet and spoke up.
“Maybe we should sit on the couch?”
“Oh okay.”
You walked over to your sofa and Robby quickly joined you. He was visibly on edge, and you felt a pang of guilt for making him worry. Bouncing your leg, you pulled the pregnancy test from your hoodie pocket and held it out. Obviously, you’d cleaned the device beforehand. Your voice shook as you tried to form a coherent sentence.
“I’m pregnant.”
Robby was in complete shock as he stared at the test and there were a million thoughts running through his head. His eyebrows had shot up to his hairline and his lips were slightly parted. Even with this new development, he was still your boss. This was a massive deal, and he’d have to handle the nightmare that was hospital management. He was so deep in his spiraling that he hadn’t even realized that he hadn’t responded. Your soft voice broke his train of thought.
“Please… say something. You’re scaring the fuck outta me.”
It took Robby several additional seconds to process everything. He didn’t know what to say, but his heart ached when he noticed that you’d started crying. Without another thought, he wiped your tears and did his best to give you an answer.
“I’m not sure what to say, but we’re going to figure this out.”
You instinctively leaned into his touch, and you hated yourself for it. Robby was your supervisor, he wasn’t your boyfriend. None of this should’ve happened. Instead of having drunk sex with him, you should’ve just shoved those pesky feelings of attraction away. He wasn’t entirely innocent, though. The man had feelings of his own and he’d made the choice to reciprocate your advances.
He must’ve understood that he was blurring the lines again because he pulled his hand away from your cheek as if he’d been burned. That stung more than it should have. Robby ran a tired hand over his face and sighed. He met your eyes again and nodded towards the test.
“What do you want to do? This is your choice, sweetheart.”
There it was again, that stupid fucking nickname. You bounced your leg and tried to think. Was this going to interrupt your residency? Absolutely. Would having a baby with your boss change everything? There was no question about it. That being said, you’d always wanted to have a baby, and you were a firm believer that everything happened for a reason. You steadied your breathing and voiced your decision.
“I’m going to keep the baby. I know that it’ll be hard, and it’ll interfere with my career, but I want to go through with this. You have no obligation to be involved, though.”
At the implication that he wouldn’t want to be a part of his child’s life, Robby’s brows furrowed, and the hurt was written on his face. The last thing you’d intended was to offend him with your words. You knew that he was notoriously adverse to commitment and having a baby was a lifetime obligation. As you were about to apologize, he shook his head and cut you off.
“No. If you’ll let me, I intend to be involved in this child’s life.”
“Oh okay.”
You had to remind yourself that Robby wasn’t like the men you’d slept with in the past. He was both responsible and dependable. He’d been a little standoffish since the two of you had hooked up, but it was nothing personal. Robby had just been overwhelmed with the responsibility he had as your boss and this newfound attraction. To your surprise, he outstretched his arms and spoke again.
“Can I give you a hug, sweetheart? You look like you need a hug.”
“Yes, please.”
Moving over on the couch, you melted into his arms and felt the way his strong hand rubbed circles against your back. His touch was shockingly soft. The pregnancy hormones and stress of the situation must be getting to you because you started crying. This was getting ridiculous. Robby wasted no time in reassuring you again.
“Shhh, I’ve got you. Gonna be here every step of the way. Don’t worry.”
Summary: After your housing arrangement falls through, Robby moves you into his apartment.
Warnings/Tags: accidental pregnancy, fluff, unspecified age gap, boss!robby, resident!reader, baby daddy!robby, Mohabbot mention, female reader (she/her), no use of y/n
Word count: 710 words
A/N: A shorter chapter because I had a migraine while trying to write this. How are we feeling after the finale? I cried like a fucking baby lmao.
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About a month after your late night in the kitchen with Robby, your lease ran up, and you were unable to renew it. You didn’t want to burden your boss turned father of your child with this information. Instead, you went to your best friend - Samria. While she didn’t have a spare room, she let you stay with her. She’d offered to take the air mattress and give you her bed, but you’d refused. You were only sixteen weeks along, so your small bump wasn’t obstructive yet. This wouldn’t last forever, though.
You’d been staying with Samira for a week when Robby caught wind of your living situation. In his eyes, it was unacceptable. The idea of you, the woman carrying his child, not having a more permanent place of residence made his chest feel uncomfortably tight. He waited until you both had a free moment at work to corner you. His voice was rough with frustration when he confronted you.
“When were you going to tell me?”
Exhausted from the first ten hours of your shift, you weren’t sure what he was talking about, and you stared at him. When it did click, you feigned ignorance. You shrugged and responded simply.
“Not sure what you’re talking about, boss.”
You calling him ‘boss’ was especially grating and Robby ran a large hand down his face. He sighed exasperatedly and chided you.
“Quit the bullshit. It’s not cute. When were you going to tell me that you got kicked out of your apartment?”
Feeling like a scolded child, you looked away and chewed at your thumbnail. One of your hands drifted to the small curve of your stomach. You’ve been doing that a lot lately. You shifted on your feet and tried to make an excuse.
“I wasn’t kicked out, just couldn’t pay my lease anymore.”
“How is that possible? You have a good job.”
Now, you were even more embarrassed and you couldn’t meet Robby’s eyes. You knew that you weren’t the most responsible with money, but admitting it felt silly. Even though you wanted to lie, you had to be honest.
“I might have spent a lot of money on the baby’s nursery. Like, all in one go.”
Robby stared at you in disbelief. He’d told you that he’d pay for at least half of the baby products, but you’d done it yourself. He could feel a headache coming on, and he rubbed at his temples. It took him a solid minute before he spoke again.
“You can’t return any of it?”
“No. I’m not going to get rid of our baby’s things.”
The way that you’d said ‘our baby’ made his throat constrict, and he took a steadying breath. Robby needed to figure out how to fix this. That’s when another question came to mind.
“Wait. If you’re staying with Samira, where’s all the baby supplies?”
“Oh, um it’s in a storage unit.”
“You’re paying for a storage unit?”
“Yeah.”
At least you had the decency to look sheepish. This conversation must’ve annihilated Robby’s sanity because his next question was shocking.
“How would you feel about moving in with me?”
Your eyes widened, and your jaw hung open. You looked comically surprised. It took several seconds before you found your voice.
“You want me to move in with you? I mean, we’re not together or anything.”
“That doesn’t matter. You’re having my child, sweetheart. I want both of you staying somewhere long term. You can’t sleep on an air mattress forever.”
The certainty in Robby’s voice simultaneously caught you off guard and reassured you. You considered the logic behind this idea. Staying under the same roof meant being in close proximity to Robby outside of work, but it did save you money. You weren’t sure how to feel about this. Even though you were conflicted, you couldn’t deny that it made sense. You gave in and nodded.
“Okay. When do you want me to move in?”
“Tonight.”
With the help of Jack and Samira, you were successfully moved into Robby’s home. All of the supplies for the baby was stored in the guest room’s closet while your clothing went into Robby’s. That felt oddly intimate, but it was the most space efficient. Learning to navigate the space was going to be quite the journey.
Summary: Perlah and Princess throw you a gender reveal party in the break room.
Warnings/Tags: accidental pregnancy, fluff, unspecified age gap, boss!robby, resident!reader, baby daddy!robby, day shift crew is there, Jack makes an appearance, hints of Mohabbot, female reader (she/her), no use of y/n
Word count: 1.6k words
A/N: This was supposed to be posted on Sunday, but my internet was out. Obviously, Robby is still in denial of his feelings for the reader and that’s seen throughout this fic. The bonus part that comes after this is super fluffy, but the following chapter has a healthy dose of angst. Enjoy!!
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When you arrived at work, you saw Princess and Perlah whispering conspiratorially. They were up to no good. As of yesterday, you were twenty-two weeks along and there was no hiding the baby bump. You and Robby had made the decision last week to approach Gloria with the situation. Obviously, this came with repercussions. You’d be switched to the night shift tomorrow, and you weren’t thrilled. It made sense, though. You were just relieved that Robby didn’t get into too much trouble.
Unsurprisingly, the rumor mill had been going crazy all week. The day staff was mostly supportive. Obviously, not everyone was comfortable with the fact that Robby was your attending. They were smart enough not to comment on it, though. Dana had given you hell for hiding the pregnancy from her, but that was to be expected. She was the closest thing that you had to a maternal figure, and you hated that you’d been keeping this secret. Luckily for you, she quickly forgave you.
For your twenty-week anatomy scan, Princess had accompanied you. Robby hated having to miss it, but he had agreed to go to a patient’s memorial. It was the only appointment that he hadn’t been present for. This meant that she knew the baby’s gender. You wanted to be surprised, so you had looked away.
It was when you noticed the way that Dennis lingered by the staffroom that you started putting things together. Some sort of party was going on. Whether it was a going away party or something related to the baby, you weren’t sure. Robby was running a trauma on the other side of the floor. You approached Whitaker and feigned ignorance.
“Can you move? I need to put my stuff in my locker.”
Unsure how to react, Dennis stood there and tried to think. He shifted on his feet and continued standing in front of the door. The next words that came out of his mouth were the best that he could come up with.
“Let me do it. You probably shouldn’t be doing any heavy lifting. With the baby and all.”
Rolling your eyes at the implication that you were too weak to put your own shit away, you gave him a once over. The poor guy looked nervous. He kind of always did. Dennis opened his mouth to backtrack, but you cut him off.
“I guess you can put my stuff away.”
Dennis let out a sigh of relief and took your backpack from you. He opened the door before realizing that you could see into the room. Blocking your view again, he formulated a distraction and pointed across the way.
“Robby’s over there. You should go see him.”
Choosing to indulge the actions of your friend, you looked in Robby’s direction and heard the door shut behind you. You laughed softly and let Dennis be. When Robby left the trauma bay that he’d been in, you could see that he was riding an adrenaline high, and you went to go talk to him. His eyes brightened when he saw you and he spoke first.
“You get here okay?”
“It’s only a twenty-minute walk from the apartment, Robby.”
“I know, but it’s hot out.”
His tone was laced with concern and it made your heart flutter. You shoved the thought away and attempted to remain nonchalant. Shrugging, you smiled and brushed off the concern.
“It’s fine. I’m very well hydrated.”
Knowing that you were avoiding the topic of your health, but being too busy to argue, Robby just sighed. He grabbed a nearby chart and was about to walk away when he noticed the way you kept glancing towards the break room. Smiling a little, he peeked over your shoulder and saw pink and blue balloons. A party was the last thing he needed, but he wanted you to be celebrated. He broke the silence again.
“You see what they’ve got in there?”
“Oh, no one will let me go inside. What’s in there?”
Picking up on the fact that it was supposed to be a surprise party, Robby placed a clipboard in your hand and handed it to you.
“It’s a surprise. Go check on Mrs. Blake for me.”
Several hours later, it was time for a shift change which meant meeting with Robby in the staffroom. You were about to go into the room when you saw your friends scattered across the space. Princess opened the door and ushered you inside. Her voice was more enthusiastic than you’d heard her sound in a while.
“Get in here! We’ve got to celebrate before Gloria finds out we’re “congregating” while on the clock.”
You laughed softly at the idea of Gloria coming down here and lecturing everyone. Looking around, you saw Robby talking to Jack and Samira. There was a cake on the table and it was clearly homemade. Knowing your best friend, you knew for a fact that it was Samira who had baked it. Robby caught your eye and called you over.
“Come here, sweetheart.”
Even though Robby frequently called you ‘sweetheart’, he rarely did it at work. You willed your face not to flush and joined your friends. Jack gave you a quick side hug before Samira started talking.
“It’s a gender reveal cake. You and Robby are going to cut into it and based on the color, you’ll know what you’re having. Obviously, Princess told me the gender, but I’m still excited to see your reaction.”
The rambling was one of Samira’s most endearing qualities, and it never failed to make you smile. Jack was also smirking. The man just had to make a comment.
“She’s been talking about it all week.”
“Hey! It’s exciting.”
In spite of Samira’s attempt to sound annoyed, she was beaming, and you saw the way her cheeks had reddened. She was just as smitten with Jack as you were with Robby. The only difference was that she could be certain that he reciprocated her feelings. You didn’t have that. It was never clear where Robby stood. You were having his child, and you lived together, but there was still a stubborn refusal to acknowledge any romantic feelings.
Unbeknownst to you, Robby was at war with his own mind. He could see the way that you admired Samira’s dynamic with his best friend, and it caused guilt to bloom in his chest. Why couldn’t he allow himself to be that free with you? He hated himself for it. His spiraling was interrupted when Dana clapped and gathered the attention of the room.
“Listen up. Our expectin’ parents are going to cut the cake, and then we need to get out. Some people may gather in the park, but we can’t stay in here.”
Before you could respond, Samira led you and Robby over to the table. She handed the knife to Robby and nodded expectantly. He shifted on his feet and turned to you. His voice was low and soft when he spoke.
“You ready?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be.”
With that, he returned his focus to the table and cut into the cake. As soon as he saw the color pink, he had to blink hard and he chewed his lower lip. Robby’s reaction was surprisingly emotional, but you were the one that burst into tears. The hormones had been wreaking havoc on your composure. Although he wasn’t sure if it was his place, he instinctively rubbed your back. He leaned over and whispered to you.
“Happy tears?”
“Yeah, happy tears.”
He brushed some of the tears from your face and nodded. His fingers lingered for a moment before he heard the cheers from your coworkers, and he dropped his hand. Dana took the knife from him and started serving the cake. Jack clasped a hand on his shoulder and spoke into his ear.
“Congratulations, brother. You good?”
“I’m good.”
You didn’t know how to respond to the way Robby had touched you and then suddenly withdrew the affection. In response, you let him talk to Jack and walked off to see your fellow residents. Everyone was overjoyed with the news that you were having a girl. Dennis was already excitedly offering to help you with childcare. The man was a bleeding heart.
As you socialized, Robby half-listened to Jack’s words and watched you move around the room. He’d been noticing your baby bump more and more. It was making him feel things that he refused to acknowledge. His brain was also ruminating on the fact that you were having a girl. That was uncharted territory for him.
Jack must’ve asked him a question because the other man was staring at him when Robby finally snapped out of his trance. Instead of being annoyed, he cocked his head to the side and nudged him. His voice was full of jest.
“You have got to get your shit figured out, man.”
Despite the fact that Jack was teasing him, the words held truth. Robby seriously needed to get his shit together, and he knew that. There was no doubt that this would be added to his list of things to ruminate on. He exhaled heavily and nodded in agreement.
“I know.”
“If you need anything, let me know.”
Wanting to put Jack at ease, Robby smiled softly and patted him on the back. He consciously lightened his tone when responded.
“I will.”
When Robby checked his watch, he saw the time and looked back over at you. You were doing a good job keeping up with conversations, but it was clear that you were exhausted. He wanted to get you home and set up on the couch. That’s when another realization hit him, you two had a home together. It wasn’t just a shared living environment, he looked forward to returning to the apartment every night.
Summary: A pregnancy complication rattles both of you, and Robby has to come to terms with how much you mean to him.
Warnings/Tags: light angst, fainting, arguing, accidental pregnancy, unspecified age gap, boss!robby, resident!reader, baby daddy!robby, day shift crew is there, Dana is a baddie, possible medical inaccuracies (I’m not a doctor), female reader (she/her), no use of y/n
Word count: 2.6k words (the longest chapter so far)
A/N: Robby is a dick in this, but it’s not directed towards the reader. Even though he’s an asshole to Langdon, I’m a Langdon lover lmao. Trust that this does not reflect my feelings about him. I had a great time writing some angst for this series, but it is relatively light. There will be a chapter with much heavier angst coming up. I apologize in advance.
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It was a rare occasion when both you and Robby had the day off. Since the man doesn’t know to relax, the two of you were doing laundry. He was folding his own clothes while you did yours. The two of you worked in silence before Robby spoke up. You’d been so focused on your task that you hadn’t seen him staring at you.
“You doing okay, sweetheart? You’re looking a little tired.”
Naturally, you took that negatively, and you raised an eyebrow. You adjusted to get comfortable on the couch and sighed softly. Not that you wanted to admit it, but you’d been feeling drained lately. That came with being twenty-eight weeks pregnant, though.
“Just haven’t slept great. Still adjusting to the night shift.”
“Hey, that wasn’t a dig. I was just checking on you.”
You weren’t intentionally being standoffish; you were just exhausted, and the emotional fatigue was getting to you. You and Robby were in this constant state of push and pull. One minute, he looked like he wanted to mount you, and the next he was avoiding any “unnecessary” conversations. It was impossible to figure him out. You didn’t dare complain, though. Exhaling slowly, one of your hands rested on your baby bump, and you apologized.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t sleep well last night, and I feel like my soul has been ripped from me. Growing a human is fucking exhausting.”
The raw fatigue in your voice made Robby’s chest ache, and he wanted to help. He wasn’t sure what all he was allowed to do, but he could encourage you to rest. Reaching over, he gently squeezed your hand and nodded towards your bedroom.
“Go back to bed and take a nap. When you wake up, I’ll bring you dinner.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I can finish the laundry.”
You contemplated his offer for a moment and considered being stubborn. It wasn’t a bad idea, though. There was no question that you needed the extra sleep. After some deliberation, you nodded and squeezed Robby’s hand back.
“Alright. Thank you.”
“Of course. Rest up.”
Robby watched as you lifted yourself from the couch. You took two steps before you swayed, and your body crumpled forward. Thankfully, you’d somehow landed on your side, but you were still unconscious. He leapt from his seat and rushed over to you. His fingers instantly pressed against the side of your neck, and he let out a breath of relief when he felt your pulse. It was thready and too slow for his liking, but it was there.
He didn’t even realize that his hands were shaking. Robby’s priority was waking you up. He gently patted your cheek and spoke frantically. He’d seen syncope hundreds of times in the ER, but this was you - the mother of his child.
“Sweetheart, c’mon, wake up for me.”
To his dismay, you weren’t rousing. Robby let out a low curse and grabbed his phone. The last thing that you’d want is to go to the hospital, but he wasn’t going to take any risks when it came to you or your daughter. While he explained the situation to the 911 operator, his hand rested on your belly and counted the seconds before the baby kicked again. It took almost a whole minute, but he was overwhelmed with relief.
The operator informed him that the EMTs were five minutes out, and he ended the call. Robby brushed some hair from your face and tried again to wake you.
“C’mon, baby. I’ve got you.”
His voice was oozing with desperation, and Robby could feel his heart pounding in his chest. The possible complications that you could be experiencing made him feel sick. He hated seeing you struggling. Lost in his thoughts, he almost missed your small gasp and the fluttering of your eyelids. You were about to move when Robby’s strong hands gently held you in place. He was less panicked when he spoke again.
“Don’t move just yet. You fainted, but you took a while to come around. I had to call for an ambulance, and they’ll be here any second.”
At the mention of an ambulance, your eyes shot open, and you stared up at Robby. His face was slightly scrunched with worry, and you hated it. Despite working inside a hospital, you hated being a patient. You weakly shook your head and attempted to plead with him.
“No, no, no. No hospitals, please.”
You sounded terrified, and it broke Robby’s heart. He wasn’t going to give in, though. You needed to receive the proper testing and care to get to the bottom of this. In an attempt to soothe you, he ran a hand through your hair. The closer you got to your due date, the more physically affectionate Robby allowed himself to be. Neither of you permitted yourselves to dwell on that.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. You need to be seen. You’re a doctor; you know the tests that need to be run. Do it for the baby.”
The last part sounded like he was guilting you into going, and that added to your frustration. You pushed his hand away and went to sit up again. Despite your objections, Robby helped pull you into a sitting position and propped your back against the couch. Your hand immediately went to your belly, and he could see the way the baby’s soft kicking reassured you. He was about to speak again when the paramedics knocked on the door.
Getting your stubborn ass into the ambulance had been quite the battle, and Robby kept apologizing to the EMTs. They were used to it, though. Doctors made the worst patients. It wasn’t like you were being rude, just obstinate. The ride was mostly silent because you refused to speak to your baby daddy. To add to your anger, Robby would only allow you to be seen by your fellow staff at the PTMC. He didn’t trust the other hospitals to properly care for you.
He wanted to hold your hand, but the two of you weren’t physical at work. Not to mention, you were still angry with him. Robby was going to ruminate on the way you’d rejected his touch for days to come. He was still thinking about it when the ambulance doors opened, and it was time to go.
Being wheeled into your place of work felt absolutely mortifying. You knew it wasn’t a big deal. Most of your coworkers had to be treated in the ED at least once in their careers. That didn’t make the situation any less embarrassing, though. Robby trailed behind your gurney as you were brought inside. You were trying to avoid any prying eyes, but you looked over when Dana called your name. She rushed over to Robby and waved in your direction.
“What happened to our girl?”
Running a tired hand over his face, Robby exhaled heavily and tried to focus on Dana’s question. All he wanted was to talk to you, but you weren’t meeting his eye. He sounded drained when he answered her.
“She passed out after getting off the couch.”
“And the baby?”
“Oh, baby girl is fine. They’re both stable. She just took a minute to come to.”
You weren’t a huge fan of the way the conversation was happening around you, so you broke your silence.
“Robby’s being a little dramatic. Pregnant people faint sometimes.”
“You’re not just any pregnant person.”
Of course, Robby had to say that. Your head was already swimming with mixed emotions, and now he had to be sweet. It was juvenile, but you held onto your irritation. You huffed and rolled your eyes. He ignored it and redirected his attention to Dana.
“I want to get a CBC done. She already had an ECG in the rig, and it was normal.”
“Robby, you can’t treat family. You know that.”
“We’re not—"
Robby abruptly cut himself off when he realized the truth in Dana’s statement. The two of you may not be together, but you are family. You were carrying his daughter. He looked dumbfounded, and it made Dana smirk. You were too busy reeling from those words to find any amusement in Robby’s reaction. He floundered for a second before choking out a question.
“Who—who's going to treat her?”
That’s when Langdon appeared, and the tension in the room doubled. God, this was the last thing either you or Robby needed. You loved working with Frank, but Robby still held resentment towards him after he learned about the young resident stealing drugs from the hospital. His mere presence set your boss off.
“No fucking way. He’s not touching her. Not after what he did.”
Frank was about to speak when you cut him off, and the annoyance in your voice was jarring. You were pregnant, stressed out, and over Robby’s shit. Now, it was not the time for him to be acting like this, and you were pissed.
“Robby! Take a fucking walk.”
You’d never raised your voice at Robby like that before, so his brain momentarily short-circuited. He was still too amped up to realize that he was being an asshole, and he wasn’t about to admit that he was wrong. Instead, he turned on his heel and stormed out. You threw your hands up and let Dana go after him.
Robby didn’t want to be too far from your room, so he’d angrily planted himself by the nurses’ station. Dana soon joined him. He huffed softly when he saw her walk over, and he prepared himself for a lecture. Her tone was slightly bewildered when she addressed him.
“The hell was that, Robby?”
“I-I don’t want him treating her or my baby.”
That was petty, and Robby knew that. He just didn’t care. Dana shook her head in exasperation and laughed incredulously. Her friend and colleague was acting like a child. She wasn’t about to let him continue this behavior.
“Langdon is a competent physician, and he was a good friend of yours. You should be thankful that your girl is being taken care of.”
He wanted to grumble and argue that you weren’t actually his girl, but that was pointless. The adrenaline from watching you hit the living room floor was slowly leaving Robby, and he was wiped. He sighed and mumbled back.
“I don’t trust him anymore.”
“I know, but he has paid his dues. Langdon is the one in charge of her care, and you need to accept that. Would you rather her be passed off to one of the med students?”
While Robby didn’t trust Frank, he was much more capable than this year’s med students. If this debacle had occurred a year ago, Langdon would’ve been the doctor that Robby requested. That was before the shift from hell. Dana was right, though. He needed to accept this.
Before he made it back to your room, Dana pulled him aside one last time and made sure that she was getting through to him.
“Robby, you need to focus on her and the baby. That’s your priority.”
“It always has been.”
He didn’t realize it, but he was close enough to your door that you’d heard that. Those simple words sent you spiraling. Where the hell did you stand with this man?
With a pat on the back from Dana, Robby steeled himself to face you and entered the exam room. Frank was already onto the next patient and you were receiving IV fluids. You looked smaller in the hospital bed, and it made something in him squeeze uncomfortably. Usually, you were loud and full of sass. He sat in the chair beside your bed and cleared his throat. An apology was long overdue.
“I’m sorry. I was being an ass.”
That wasn’t good enough, and Robby could see it on your face. Why should you be satisfied with a carbon copy of the apology he was always making? He shifted uneasily in his seat and braced himself to be more vulnerable. His voice was uncharacteristically strained when he spoke again.
“Seeing you hit the floor like that scared the fuck out of me, sweetheart. All I could think about was something horrible happening to you and the baby. I-I don’t know what to do with that fear, and it usually comes across as anger. That’s not an excuse, though.”
Shocked that Robby had not only admitted that he was in the wrong but had also confessed to being afraid, your blinked up at him. Who was this man, and what had he done with your boss? Well, he hadn’t actually been your boss since you switched to the night shift a few weeks ago. It was just hard to shake that air of authority. You sat there for a second before responding.
“Thank you. I know that it’s hard for you to talk about those things.”
Hearing you acknowledge that it was difficult for him to express those feelings, his eyes stung with tears and he blinked hard. One escaped and rolled down his cheek. You were about to wipe it when Langdon came into the room. Robby immediately pulled it together and used his shoulder to swipe away that pesky tear. The other man was about to apologize for interrupting when Robby cut him off.
“You ran a CBC, right? Are her results back?”
“Oh, yeah.”
Wanting to ensure that you were included in your medical care, Frank turned to you and pulled up the chart. You were also a doctor, so he passed you the tablet that displayed your lab results. He still took the time to verbally explain the results.
“As you can see, your thyroid is normal. I know you were concerned about that. Your hemoglobin and hematocrit, however, are pretty low. With a hemoglobin of 9.9 g/dL, that would classify as moderate pregnancy anemia. That’s why you passed out.”
These weren’t the results that you were hoping for, but it was reassuring that your thyroid was normal. Your mother had issues with her thyroid, so you were always conscious of yours. You were still processing the results when Robby spoke up. Of course, he had questions.
“What was her serum ferritin?”
“It was 29 ng/ml. It’s a little lower than we’d like, but nothing dangerous. She definitely has an iron deficiency.”
“What’s your treatment plan?”
It was hard to tell if Robby was quizzing Frank from the standpoint of a mentor or if he was just being an ass again. You rolled your eyes and kept reviewing your own chart. Your fellow resident took the questions in stride and answered calmly.
“I’m going to prescribe her an iron supplement, recommend that she take it with vitamin C, and add some more spinach and red meat to her diet. Probably best that she reduces her Taki intake.”
The way that Langdon said that like it was some inside joke between the three of you made Robby want to groan. He resisted the urge for your sake. Biting back a scoff, he readjusted in his chair and turned in your direction. His voice was noticeably softer when he spoke to you.
“You got all that?”
“Robby, I am also a physician. I could’ve come up with that plan myself.”
Amused by your attitude, Robby laughed softly and shook his head. It was good to see that you felt up to teasing him. He checked the clock and turned back to Langdon. All he wanted was to get you home and resting in your own bed.
“When will she be discharged?”
“I’ll sign the papers right now.”
A few minutes later, the discharge papers were signed, and you were ready to go. To your annoyance, Robby insisted on wheeling you out to the parking lot where Jack was waiting to pick you guys up. Judging by the look on his best friend’s face, Robby was going to have quite the debrief once you were in bed.
