Summary: Robbie decides to casually reveal their marriage in the most dramatic way possible.
a/n: I had this idea and NEEDED to stop everything and write it.
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There were a few constants in Robbie’s life.
One: shift change was never on time.
Two: someone always stole the last cup of coffee.
And three: he’d never get tired of watching Whitaker try (and fail) to flirt with his wife.
Not that anyone knew she was his wife. Not officially. It was a quiet, mutual decision. She didn’t want special treatment. Wanted to build her own reputation, not ride his coattails. And Robbie, proud bastard that he was, respected the hell out of that.
Didn’t mean he didn’t get a little twitchy every time some poor idiot looked at her like she’d hung the moon.
Especially Whitaker.
The kid had it bad. Could barely string a sentence together when she was in the room. Red-faced. Tongue-tied. Dropping things like it was a nervous tic.
It would’ve been funny, if it didn’t happen every single day.
Tonight, they were finishing rounds, both bone-tired and running on fumes. Robbie’s back was aching. He arched it slightly, trying to shake out the stiffness.
“You drink anything at all during this shift?” she asked, brow furrowed with that soft concern she reserved only for him.
God, he loved her.
He didn’t respond. Just gave her a smirk and one raised brow.
She huffed. Reached into her bag at the nurses station and handed him a bottle of water.
And there it was again: Whitaker, standing just a few feet away with a gaggle of residents, eyes all wide and stupid like a puppy who just witnessed someone else catch the stick.
Robbie took the water, unscrewed the cap, and took a long drink
And the look on Whitaker’s face?
Even better
He swallowed, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and, because he could, leaned just a bit closer to her and said, loud enough for Whitaker to hear:
“I don’t know what I’d do without you. Good thing I’m married to you.”
Then he took another sip and strolled away like he hadn’t just dropped a nuclear bomb in the middle of the emergency department.
He didn’t have to look back to know what was happening. He could feel the silence. The stunned, heavy stillness. Could practically hear Whitaker’s jaw hitting the floor.
Collins’ cackle echoed from somewhere behind him.
Robbie didn’t stop until he hit the supply closet. Waited exactly ten seconds.
Then the door creaked open.
There she was.
“You’re insufferable,” she said, but she was smiling, arms crossed, trying not to laugh.
“You love me,” he said easily.
She rolled her eyes, stepped in, and shut the door behind her. “You couldn’t have waited until we got home for the PDA?”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Robbie tilted his head. “Let the kid down easy. He was getting his hopes up.”
She stepped closer, poked a finger into his chest. “You’re jealous.”
He caught her hand and grinned. “Delighted, actually. Whitaker’s expression might be the best thing I’ve seen all week.”
“Mm.” She leaned in, just enough to make his heart pick up a beat.
And then, instead of kissing him on the mouth like he’d hoped, she pressed a soft, warm kiss to his cheek. “You’re lucky I like you.”
His grin widened. “I’m married to you. That’s more than luck.”
And she was still smiling when she walked out first, leaving him in the supply closet with a bottle of water and a satisfied smirk that lasted the rest of his shift.
Thinkin bout stealing Robby’s jacket and how it would be too big but you insist on wearing it cause it smells like him + it makes him laugh at how much the arms flop over your hands
Author note: I am considering making a series and I like Dr Robby as a girl dad
The pit was buzzing with the usual controlled chaos: alarms, intercoms, and the endless shuffle of shoes on tile. Dr. Michael Robinavitch adjusted his glasses and leaned over a chart, speaking to one of his residents about a potential appendicitis. Beside him, Y/N—his wife and the most brilliant doctor he'd ever met—was finishing up paperwork with a nurse when her phone buzzed.
Sawyer.
The text was simple: “We’re at the ER. It’s the twins. Don’t freak out.”
Y/N's blood ran cold. “Michael,” she said, urgently tugging his coat sleeve.
Within minutes, they were at the nurse’s station, eyes scanning for their children. And there was Sawyer—still in her leotard and ballet wrap, arms crossed, leaning against the wall with the weariness of a soldier who’d seen things.
“What happened?” Michael asked.
Sawyer gave a dramatic sigh. “Spencer decided the volcano project needed ‘realistic effects.’ Which apparently meant adding vinegar and god knows what else from your locked cabinet, Dad. Grayson got too close, and the whole thing... exploded. Nana called 911 after Grayson started screaming.”
“They’re both okay?” Y/N asked quickly.
“Spencer’s fine. Proud, actually. Grayson’s mostly just mad. But they’re with Dr. Langdon now.”
They rushed to the exam room to find the twins with Dr. Langdon and his intern, Dr. King. Spencer sat on the exam table with a gauze patch above her eyebrow and a sheepish grin. Grayson, arm bandaged, looked extremely done.
“Mom, Dad!” Spencer beamed. “It worked! Not exactly like I planned, but—”
“Spencer Robinavitch,” Y/N warned with her doctor voice. Even Dr. King stood straighter.
Dr. Langdon cleared his throat. “Grayson’s got a mild burn on his arm. Nothing too serious. Spencer has a bump and a cut from the flying bottle cap. No concussion, but she’ll be sore.”
“I told you the pressure valve needed more testing,” Spencer muttered under her breath.
By the time their shift ended and everyone was safely home, Y/N had set up the guest room for Michael’s mother—who looked positively frazzled and had aged five years in one afternoon.
“Mom, stay the night. I’m not arguing,” Y/N said firmly. “Thank you for not running away forever.”
“I considered it,” Michael’s mother muttered as she took the blanket.
Meanwhile, Michael was deep in battle. Bath time with Spencer was a full-contact sport.
“No, you cannot bring goggles into the tub—”
“But they help my brain think!”
“They are fogging up and your brain needs to focus on shampoo.”
In the other room, Sawyer had already bathed Grayson, tucked him in with a bedtime story, and was now lying on her bed scrolling her phone.
“You owe me,” she told Y/N when she peeked in.
“Forever,” Y/N promised.
Later, when the house was finally quiet (aside from the occasional crash from Spencer’s room), Michael and Y/N slipped into their bed. He clicked on a movie—some rom-com she’d been wanting to rewatch—and pulled her close.
“Do you think Spencer will ever... calm down?” he asked, eyes half-lidded.
“She wants to be a doctor. Let’s just be glad she doesn’t want to be a scientist. Or worse—an inventor.”
Michael chuckled. “I love her chaos.”
“I love our chaos,” Y/N whispered, resting her head on his chest.
And as the movie played and the credits rolled, the only explosion that happened was a soft snore from Michael halfway through.
1. I feel like once Trinity started really trusting and getting comfortable with Dennis she would love like hugs and stuff she would make him hand feed her chips
2. Trinity and Dennis would for sure Borrow (steal) clothes from each other
3. Dennis would bring Trinity to meet his brothers and she would like verbally humiliate them cuz she knows what they did to Dennis
4. dennis always takes the longest showers and you bet Trinity yells about it
5. when Dr Robbie first stays the night with Dennis Dennis is sleeping in right and Robbie comes out and Trinity is just sitting there smirking at him and she will says something REALLY inappropriate
6. Dennis is like innocent and pure and after like a few months of living with Trinity who you bet has the dirtiest mind Dennis is corrupted
7. Trinity can't cook or bake for shit Dennis loves cooking and baking and Trinity will just sit on the chair with beer watching sports cuz fuck gender norms
8. Dennis is a trans guy and Trinity is the first person he tells and he always expected like a transphobic reaction but Trinity is like amazing about it
please make Dennis a trans guy me as a trans guy needs it haha
thanks for reading!!
Sorry if these are not the best I just got a sudden burst of motivation and Idk thanks for reading!
