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āOh, hi, fiancĆ©,ā Aelin greeted him. Someone shouted their congratulations in the background. āI am knuckles deep in Major Yellowlegsā necrotic tissue, and youāre on speaker. Say hi to my OR.ā
āHi,ā he awkwardly greeted her co-workers, unused to it. Before they got together, Aelin would ignore his calls for hours and tell him itās strictly forbidden to answer them in the OR. Itās been a few months since he learned it isnātāat least not when youāre an attending surgeon. āHowās the Majorās leg?ā
Her sigh came out muffled, likely because of her face mask. āPlease tell me you wonāt ever get a motorcycle.ā
With the amount of riders she patches up? A hard pass.
āEven if I wanted to, you ruined them for me. I have kids to raise.ā
Then Rowan internally cursed, just remembering that he wasnāt supposed to publicly say kids in plural just yet.
He cleared his throat and decided to go straight to the point.
