ages ago u reblogged a post that said something like “tall intimidating husband in dark clothes with ur pink scrunchie on his wrist” and tagged it #dex (so true)
however, when i saw “strangelure reblogged” but before i saw the tag, i immediately pictured robbie wearing ur baby pink crochet scrunchie around his wrist at all times, to the point where someone’s had to remind him to remove it prior to clocking in on more than one occasion.
the time dana had to remind him, she clocked him holding it to his lips for a moment before slipping it into his pocket. nothing could wipe the smirk from her face that day.
abbott personally doesn’t think pink is robby’s colour, but he noticed a vast improvement in his friend’s mood around the same time he started wearing it, so who is jack to judge?
santos once jokingly asked if she could borrow it. robby scoffed, shaking his head and rolling his eyes as he quickly turned to walk away, though not in time for trinity to miss the rising blush on his cheeks.
mel was the only one to compliment it sincerely, and although she did really want to know of it’s origin, she wanted to talk about crochet just a tiiiiiiiiiny bit more.
langdon didn’t say anything, but the few times he saw the flash of baby pink on robby’s person, frank found himself reaching for his own bracelet as a wave of familiar, sentimental warmth would start to rise in his throat.
anyway yeah, literally ever since i saw that RB of yours, robbie has ALWAYS had a pink scrunchie on his wrist. like this is canon to me. like i cannot express to you how deeply it has infected my psyche, and idk why it gets me so bad, but it does (i do know why, its cause im down sooooo bad for softie-for-his-partner-robbie)
MY THIRD EYE HAS BEEN OPENED!!! no you are SO so right how did i not think of him with this? 😭 this whole ask is beautiful btw!!!! i squealed!!!
ugh!!! if anyone else in the ED questions him about it he just scoffs in mock outrage and says "what? you don't think i can pull off bright colors or something?" and smirks smugly because he loves keeping you as his little secret even though he could not be more obvious about who he's spending all his free time with, everyone can see the dopey smile that reaches his face whenever he fiddles with the scrunchie absentmindedly or soothingly <3
summary: A normal Saturday gets turned upside down when you have to go to the emergency room. And Robby is doing his best to balance being chief attending and a husband... and pretend like he's not absolutely whipped for his girls.
warnings: brief mention of pregnancy and having kids, descriptions of a hand burn, probably inaccurate medical procedures, kingdon (if you squint), Robby being a papa bear.
notes: okay, the girl!twin!dad! Robby truthers have pulled me into their agenda. Robby just deserves to be happy, okay! also, sorry my jack fic wasn't ready, but I offer this as penance 😌
It's a normal Saturday at PTMC. Same old aches and complaints; same accidents and tragedies. Nothing Robby hasn't seen before.
Maybe that sounds cruel of him. To boil down somebody's worst day to a brief twelve hours of his. Dana is always telling him he's too desensitized to things like this.
Maybe he is.
Robby stretches his shoulders, rubbing a knot at the base of his neck as he makes his way through the waiting room. It's still early, the brief period between the nursing home rush and the late afternoon chaos.
Doesn't mean the room isn't crowded. People crammed into chairs, standing along the walls. The tvs play the news, a boring chart about stock prices or the cost of gas. Robby’s not really paying attention. His eyes dart across each patient, making quick assessment of what he can see.
Make sure nobody was dying. Making sure nobody is on the verge of-
Hold on.
Robby freezes, hand pausing against his shoulder as he turns back to the pair of girls in the chairs across the room. Two familiar looking twelve year olds, both sharing a chair, hips pressed together, brows furrowed in annoyance.
“Will you scoot over-”
“I’m as far as I can go-”
“Nuh uh. You're trying to hog-”
“I am not!”
Robby’s heart practically plummets into his gut as he registers he’s not just looking at a familiar pair of twins. He's looking at his twins.
Those are Robby’s girls- his Maddi and Liz.
Still in their pajamas and sporting messy hair, elbowing each other in the oversized chair they were sharing, a phone playing some disney movie between them.
Robby swallows thickly, moving on autopilot, apologizing as he skirts around an elderly man with a walker. The girls look up before he even gets to their chair, ‘dad’ radars going off. Because somehow they always knew. When his car was pulling into the culdesac, when he was the one picking them up from school.
Liz’ face lights up first, her crooked teeth breaking out into a big smile. She's got on her gray hoodie over pink pj's, converse kicking her sister. Maddi gives her a withering look, noticing Robby a fraction of a second later. She gasps in surprise, waving her thick pink sweater sleeve to garner his attention, teal pajama pants tucked into rain boots .
Not that she had to. Robby would know his girls anywhere.
“Dad!”
They scramble out of the chair, limbs clashing, the phone tossed on the floor as Robby hurriedly crouches down to embrace them.
“Hey,” Robby chuckles, an arm around each girl, hands already feeling for any bumps or bruises. He laughs as he looks both of them in the eye, a hand cradling Liz’s cheek, the other brushing along Maddi’s hairline. “What are you two doing here? It's Saturday. Isn't mom making-”
“Pancakes. But the pot holder was-”
“Mom burnt her hand and so we had to get dragged-”
“Liz was trying to grab the turtle for the car-”
“And she was screaming-”
Robby shakes his head, holding his hands up to try and calm them as they jabber over each other.
“Okay, wait. One at a time-”
It was always like this. Two girls bursting at the seams wanting to be heard first, needing their father to understand.
They ramble on.
“Of course then she had a blow out-”
“We offered to help but mom said no.”
“She didn't want to hurt the baby-” Robby makes a face.
“Woah, what about the baby? Where's your mom?” Liz sighs and Maddi rolls her eyes.
“Dad. Weren't you listening?!”
Robby gives Maddi a look, head tilted with the kind of silent parental authority that said “watch your tone.” Liz reaches out to tug Robby’s sleeve, her head turned around.
“There she is, dad.” She points toward the bathrooms, where in fact, you were. Robby feels himself tense up at the sight, diaper bag slung over your shoulder, six month old baby on your hip… and a tight, pained look on your face.
The cloth wrapped snuggly around your hand might explain that.
Robby stands with a grunt, hands finding the girls’ shoulders automatically, guiding them back to the chair.
“Sit here for another minute will you?”
Liz makes a face.
“Dad we've already been here an hour,” Maddi huffs.
“Just sit there. I’m gonna talk with your mom,” he presses a kiss to Liz’s head before marching off in your direction.
You're struggling to get something into the diaper bag, Hazel fussing against your shoulder, her sounds muffled by the stuffed turtle she was chewing on.
“I know, baby girl. Give me a minute and I’ll find your cheerios. I just need-”
“Hey,” Robby calls out your name softly as he reaches to caress your back, being careful not to startle you. You give him a surprised look, your eyes wide with relief.
“Robby- oh,” your head falls against his shoulder as he pulls you close. Hazel shrieks at the sight of him, socked feet kicking against your hip.
“What are you doing here?” Robby asks, the question rougher sounding than he’d like. Not that you notice. You're too busy feeling relieved as he takes Hazel from your arm, the turtle smushed between her little body as he pulls her close.
“I- Robby it was so stupid. We were making pancakes and the girls were getting water everywhere. The sausage was smoking in the oven- I didn't realize the potholder was soaking wet when I grabbed it- and the-”
“No honey,” Robby shakes his head, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “What are you doing here?” Robby nods his head towards the crowded waiting room, the twins watching the two of you carefully from their chair, acting patient now.
“Waiting,” you purse your lips, glancing down at your hand. “The lady at the front desk said it wouldn't be too much longer.”
“You should have called me. I could have-”
“Robby,” you shake your head. “I’m not going to cut the line just cause I’m your wife.”
“Why not?” Robby shrugs, Hazel giggling softly at the movement. “I pull the chief attending card all the time.”
“Yeah. For free chips and guac at the mexican restaurant down the street. Not when there are actual lives on the line,” you gesture towards a man being wheeled in, blood dribbling from his forehead. Robby unconsciously shifts Hazel’s face away from the sight, glancing at the twins again. They're back to their movie, pretending like they weren't listening.
They were. They always were.
Robby sighs, looking you up and down. You hated the emergency room. Actively avoided it any way you could. He could count on one hand the number of times you had visited the ED.
When Maddi sprained her finger playing volleyball at school, the time Liv broke her tooth and split her lip riding a friend's skateboard. When Robby had cut his hand open trying to build the girls a playhouse for Christmas one year.
The most recent time had been during your last pregnancy; unable to keep any fluids or liquid down, you’d been sick as a dog.
Hazel whines in Robby’s arms, looking between you and him with a big pout. You sigh, giving her a smile as you carefully maneuver your bag so you can reach inside.
“I know, baby. I know you're hungry. I’m sorry.”
You were here.
Two girls haphazardly dressed, Hazel in an emergency onesie Robby knew she'd just been changed into; the outfit you had been wearing when Robby kissed you goodbye that morning still cozy around your frame.
And the towel wrapped around your hand.
Robby helps you zip the diaper bag, reaching for your injured hand.
“You said you burned it?” You hesitate for a moment, finally letting him take a peek when Robby gives you a look. You concede, the unnatural warmth of your skin radiating from the thick layers of terry cloth.
Balancing Hazel and her cheerios in his arm, scrub sleeve surely soaked with drool, Robby peels away the towel. You inhale sharply as the cool air hits the burn, your skin an angry red, palm peeling and blistering in places. Robby swallows thickly, looking at the painful wound.
You look away from it first.
“It doesn't hurt that bad anymore. I soaked it for twenty minutes before we came here.”
“How long have you been waiting?” Robby asks. You don’t meet his eye.
“Just a little while.”
“You don't have to lie to me. I know this hurts.” You take another shaky breath, your hand flexing against his touch.
“I can't just cut the line Michael. That's not right-”
“You're not cutting anything. Okay? Let me take care of you.” Robby lets go of your hand gently, thumb brushing your cheek as he cups your face.
You melt into it slightly, glancing over at your other girls. They're watching you expectantly, practically buzzing with anticipation of leaving the waiting room. Robby could see you were ready to cave, wanting to get out of there.
He adds a final nail to the coffin, crouching a bit to meet your eye.
“Please.”
Robby can see it. The resignation crossing your face, the pain of your hand catching up to you.
“Okay,” you nod slowly. “But only if l’m not messing with your work-”
“Of course not,” Robby presses a kiss to your temple. “Come on. You ready Hazel?”
The baby blows a raspberry, squealing happily before chewing on a cheerio she manages to grab. You nod towards the girls, gesturing for them to get up. They share an equally happy sentiment as their sister, quickly following you through the staff entrance.
“Finally!” Maddi sighs, pulling her sister up. “Come on.”
You can feel the eyes on Robby as the five of you enter into the Pitt. The Emergency Department’s big bad chief… a smiley baby girl in his arms and two preteens following like baby ducks.
It was cute, you have to admit. Maybe cuter if your hand wasn't throbbing like you’d thrown it into a pile of glass.
Liv holds on to the sleeve of your sweater nervously, looking around at the bustling nurses and loud monitors. Robby glances back at the three of you, making sure you were still alright. You give him a small smile, observing the worry lines already creasing between his brows. The calculations and treatment plans and patient names he was likely filing through. Slotting your name next to an already crowded roster.
You really had tried to hold off going to the emergency room. It hadn't hurt that bad when it happened, surprised you mostly.
But your palm had gotten redder and hotter as the minutes ticked by, your girls looking at you with worry. Robby was always telling you to call him if something happened. Always leaving in the morning with the same goodbye whispered against your cheek.
“Love you. Call me if you or the girls need anything.”
But it just didn't feel right to skip the line. To get in simply because your husband was the chief attending. Although the sentiment was becoming a little stale as your palm throbs deeper.
As you pass by the nurses station, Maddi lights up, quickly finding her favorite person in the ED.
“Hi Mel!”
The blonde resident pauses, turning from her conversation with Langdon, a bright smile blooming when she sees your girls.
“Hey!”
Maddi runs, in spite of Robby’s warning to be careful, tall frame running into Mel’s open arms.
“Is everything alright? I never see you guys here.”
“Peachy,” you raise your injured hand. Frank cringes behind Mel, whistling as you show him the burn.
“Oof. You soak it?”
“Please, she's married to a doctor. Of course she did,” Robby says, chest puffing proudly. Langdon laughs.
Liz clings to your sweater shyly as Frank looks over at her. Then Hazel. His eyes light up like a kid getting candy.
“Ah, Miss Hazel. I see you've graced us with your glorious presence. My favorite Rovinavitch!” Hazel squeals as Frank tickles her foot, curling into Robby’s chest. Maddi lets out a protesting gasp.
“Hey. I thought I was your favorite!”
“Yeah. Before Mel stole you from me.”
“I did not,” Mel frowns, adjusting her glasses with a little smile. “Can't steal what you never had.”
“That’s alright. We all know who my real favorite is,” Frank glances down at Liz, giving her a quick wink. She blushes furiously, turning further into your side.
You laugh, glancing over at Robby. He just shakes his head, cringing as Hazel squeals again, turtle clutched tightly in her flopping hand.
Dana peeks her head out from behind a curtain, squinting over her glasses.
“Is that my happy Hazel I hear?” The charge nurse comes over, giving your older girls a tight squeeze before grinning at your youngest daughter. “Hi beautiful girl.”
Robby can't even protest before Dana is scooping Hazel into her arms, the six month old wiggling around happily. Always the center of attention.
You have a crowd forming, Trinity and Princess inching closer and cooing at the baby, Dennis giving high fives to your older girls.
Robby sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose tiredly as his staff fawns over his girls.
“Okay, most of you have patients you need to see.”
“Do we?” Princess asks, eyes wide as she makes faces at Hazel. Robby rolls his eyes.
“Yes. Now, go on and scram.”
“Mom,” Liz looks up at you apologetically.
“Yeah baby?”
“I’m really hungry now.” You sigh, closing your eyes and nodding.
“I know. I’m sure.”
The girls had really been troopers. Helping you clean up the mess breakfast turned out to be, waiting patiently to go to the hospital, keeping the complaints to a minimum. They'd grabbed some granola and fruit before you’d left the house, but they were growing girls. You'd seen them out eat Robby a few times already and it was getting closer to lunch time.
You look over at Robby who takes Hazel back from Dana, brow furrowing as he looks you up and down.
“What's going on? You okay?” You nod, your uninjured hand running over Liz’s short hair.
“The girls need food.”
“Sustenance,” Maddi groans. She then gets a look on her face, turning to her sister. The two lock eyes and huddle, shoulders pressed impossibly close as they whisper. You raise your brow suspiciously, Mel laughing behind her hand as she watches from her computer.
Liz nods and stands beside Maddi as they approach Robby. He frowns.
“Uh oh. What’s the council discussing this time?”
“Can we get Starbucks?” He cocks his head.
“Um. Here?”
“Yeah. You can order it on your phone,” Liz adds quietly.
Robby shares a look with you. You shrug.
“I could use a chai.”
"You're encouraging bad habits," he mutters.
"Robby, you know they're not gonna eat the soggy pb and j's they try to pass off as food in the cafeteria," you whisper back.
Robby sighs, looking between your two girls. You can see the torn expression on his face, the fight between saying no because he still wasn’t thrilled about the girls drinking coffee just yet and also saying yes because they’d already been through a wreck of Saturday-
“Please,” Maddi pouts, hands clasped desperately. Her big brown eyes, mirrors to her fathers’, shine beneath the hospital lights. Robby opens his mouth, the words lost as Liz adds another please.
“Please papa.”
Oh. Your girls were good.
You snicker to yourself as you watch Robby become undone in real time. Any pushback he might’ve had lost at the name. The first name the twins had called him.
‘Papa.’
Before they decided they were too cool and the social norm of ‘dad’ was adopted.
Robby sighs, head lowering in defeat. Dana gives your arm a squeeze as she passes by, smiling fondly.
“Okay, fine. But I don't want you two drinking straight sugar for breakfast. You're getting egg sandwiches too.” Maddi makes a face.
“Egg?”
“That's the deal Mads.” She crosses her arms, a familiar looking pout crossing her face.
“Fine.”
“Hey Boss,” Perlah calls out, the red phone pressed to her chest. “We’ve got an GSW coming in five.”
Robby looks up, nodding. “Uh, okay. Give me just a minute.”
“Sure,” Perlah smiles at Hazel who gives her a friendly wave. Robby fishes his phone out of his pocket, handing it to Liz.
“Here. You can get one drink and a sandwich. One,” he gives the twins a pointed look. They giggle, nudging each other knowingly. “Mel can take you guys to the breakroom. Stay in there until I come to get you.”
“What about Hazel?” Maddi asks, reaching over for Robby’s phone in spite of the way Liz keeps it clutched tightly to her chest.
“She'll stay with me honey,” you smile. “She's got to eat soon.” Robby checks his watch, looking between you and the baby. You had her on a pretty strict schedule; the girl loved her consistency.
Liz frowns, looking down at your hand with sad eyes. “Mom. Are you gonna be okay?”
“I’ll be fine, baby. Your dad will fix me up just fine.” You smile again, meeting her eye reassuringly.
But with each passing minute your hand starts hurting even more. You know Robby can see it. The forced line of your smile.
It's the same smile he's shared a hundred times over. The brave face of a parent.
“Cap-” Dana starts, giving Robby a look. “GSW is here in two.”
“Right,” Robby hums, the sound gravelly and tired. He had that look on his face, the one you'd seen plenty of times over. When he was being pulled in multiple directions and didn't know which he should choose. “Okay, uh, Mel-”
“I got the girls, Dr. Robby,” she smiles. He nods, gratefully.
“Feel free to get yourself something too, okay.”
“Oh, that's alright-” Mel shakes her head as Maddi tugs her hand, pulling Mel away towards the break room.
“Mel. Starbucks has boba now!” That gets her attention.
“Really?” Liz nods in agreement, fingers already zooming across the screen.
“Well, they're tapioca pearls. Not really boba. But the same thing…”
You feel the tension in your shoulders release slightly as the girls follow Mel into the break room, and you allow yourself to finally let out the whimper you'd been holding.
“Ow,” you hiss under your breath, cringing as you bring your hand closer to your chest.
Robby turns, his hand moving to rub a soft circle on your back.
“Okay mama, let's get you taken care of.”
“Robby-” Dana’s voice cuts in, the red phone in her hand. “Another ambulance on the way. Three minutes out.”
Robby lets out a frustrated sigh, cursing beneath his breath. “Okay. Okay that's fine. I’ll have Dana look over your hand first and then I’ll be right there.”
“Whatever you have to do,” you nod. “Remember, I’m just like any other patient you’d see-”
“You're not just any other patient,” Robby shakes his head. He presses a kiss to your forehead as he passes Hazel over to Dana, her arms already ready for the baby. “You're my wife. And you deserve the best, okay. I’ll be right back.”
Robby gives Hazel a little wave goodbye, a pair of gloves seemingly materializing in his hands, face already set with a determined focus. You watch him head off to a gurney being wheeled in, voice steady and authoritative. Dana stands beside you, bouncing the baby slightly.
“He hit the jackpot with the four of you, you know.”
“Sorry,” Robby looks at you apologetically over his glasses, gloved hands gently prodding your burnt palm. It looks somewhat better after being cleaned and sterilized. Although Dana is a master at making even the most frightening cases look appealing.
“No sorry, it's not you,” you look down at your daughter- or rather what you could see of her beneath your nursing cover. Just the sliver of a onesie covered foot kicking rhythmically. “She's being extra aggressive today.”
Robby smiles to himself, leaning over to grab something off the tray laying between you.
“Told you she's teething.” You roll your eyes, shaking your head in disbelief.
“I can't believe it- ow! Hazel,” you hiss. Robby pauses, watching as you try to peek at the baby with one hand. “Gently honey. Mommy already has enough she's got to try and do with one hand.”
“Are you sure you don't want me to wait till you're finished feeding her?”
“It's okay,” you shake your head and smile. “You guys are busy enough. The Robinavitch’s are multitasking pros. I can manage.” Robby chuckles, shaking his head.
“Come on. Indulge me. I think this is the longest I’ve sat all morning.” You smile, your eyes raking over Robby.
He's sure he looks a mess, after two trauma cases and a patient consult. Hair mussed from running his hand through it, scrubs rumbled and splattered with something he couldn’t quite identify.
It still surprises him how much can change in just thirty minutes. Someone's whole life flashing by, blood on his hands and decisions on his head.
You hum, looking down at Hazel.
“Alright Doctor Robinavitch. Whatever you say.” Robby groans slightly, leaning back in his chair.
“Oh, don't call me that.”
“What,” you laugh. “It’s appropriate, no?” You gesture at the patient room, the walls lined with medical posters, curtains still drawn shut to give you privacy.
“Yeah, well not when it's coming from you. That's how we got this little one,” Robby reaches over and gently shakes Hazel’s small foot. She kicks back and you smile, arm adjusting to hold her closer again.
“Well it’s not my fault you have a thing for role play. And I wouldn't trade her for anything.”
“No. Me neither,” Robby chuckles. She'd been a surprise for sure. Almost more jarring than the first time around when you found out you were having twins. But it was hard to imagine life without her now.
Robby shakes his head and hums, picking up the medicated balm and beginning to smear it gently over your palm.
You sigh, eyes closing as you lean your head back against the chair. Robby smiles, watching you.
“Tired?” You nod.
“Yeah," you say slowly. "More frustrated, I think. I wanted to get some things done around the house today. Get the living room picked up at least.”
“It’s fine,” he shrugs, gathering a long strip of gauze to wrap around your palm. You peek your eyes open, unenthused.
“Robby, the same basket of laundry has been sitting by the couch for a week.”
“So have the girls put it away.”
“It’s your laundry.” He smiles sheepishly, looking down as he continues to wrap your hand.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh,” you tease. Robby can see a shift cross your face, and you get more serious. “I am going to need your help though. At least, for a couple days.”
“I know,” Robby scratches the scruff of his beard. “I figured I’ll have to rearrange some things.”
“By some things you mean getting home on time, right?” Robby gives you a look.
“Woah, hey. I’ve been getting home at a decent hour.” You throw him a look.
“Ten at night is not a decent hour, Michael.”
Oof. Michael.
Robby shifts in his seat, setting your now wrapped hand on the table between you. You slide it away, closer to you. Robby narrows his eyes.
“I thought you said you weren’t mad.”
“I’m not mad,” you huff. “I just… it’s hard sometimes. And I get it. I know you’re the boss and the hospital needs you. But we need you too, you know.”
“I know.”
“I mean it Michael. Those girls are growing up faster than you’d think. And while yeah, I wouldn’t mind you being home earlier to help around with dishes or watching the baby, I want you around to just be with them.” You smile sadly.
Robby knows he’s been busy. The long hours he’s been putting in, the overtime. The late nights where he’d get home and crash on the couch with barely a hello and goodnight to the girls. Dana always chided him for staying so late. Even when she was doing the same thing-
“You’re turning her into a single mother, Robby.”
“She’s okay. She hasn’t said it’s bothering her.”
“Of course it’s bothering her. Your wife is just a saint and won’t say anything because she hates seeing you worry.”
Robby looks at you now in the patient room, carefully pulling the nursing cover away now that you had both hands back, oddly adjusting your daughter as you check her.
“I think she’s finally asleep,” you murmur. Robby watches you carefully. Not assessing. Not diagnosing. Just watching.
It hits him then, watching you juggle his daughter and your injured hand and your other girls in the break room… just how much you truly kept everything held together.
The glue of the little Robinavitch clan.
And Robby had been playing the part of chief attending much more than he’d been playing father and husband. Leaving you to gather the pieces and try to make something good out of it. Robby scoots his chair closer to you, cupping your cheek as you look at him in surprise.
“I’m sorry.” Your eyes widen at the sudden movement.
“For what?”
“For not being here like I should. For having you worry about whether you’re bothering me at work when you’re hurting.”
“Robby-” He cuts short whatever you were going to say with a soft kiss, lips pressed gently against yours. You melt slightly into it, cheek pressed against his as he moves to press another against the corner of your mouth. Then the corner of your nose. And-
There’s a knock at the door. You hum, giving Robby a smile.
“I think that’s for you.”
“They can wait.”
“Robby…” you give him a look. He pulls back, thumb brushing against your cheek. “Go. It’s okay.”
Robby sighs, grunting as he pushes off from the chair. He pushes the curtain aside, taking in Whitaker standing nervously at the door.
“Yeah?” Robby asks, brows drawn low with curiosity. “What’s happening?”
“Uh, I was told I had to give this to you,” Whitaker holds out a perspirating plastic cup and a paper bag with something sweet smelling. “I believe the instruction was ‘make sure mom eats. So she feels better faster.’”
Robby laughs, taking the drink and bag, the smell of banana bread wafting towards his face. He also takes the phone Whitaker holds out, the dark phone case splattered with something that smells like whipped cream.
“Thanks for relaying the message huckleberry.”
“Oh sure. Your girls are quite the pair.” Robby smiles.
“They are.”
Whitaker stands awkwardly for a moment more before adding- “Also Dana said we’re in shambles without you.”
"Yeah, okay. Hang in there for a couple more minutes. I'll be back soon."
“Aye aye captain,” Whitaker gives a two finger salute. “Just don’t be too long. Dana might start threatening to recruit your girls.”
The two laugh and Robby closes the glass door gently, balancing the goodies in his hand. Your eyes are wide with appreciation as Robby holds up your food.
“It was for you.”
“Oh thank the Lord,” you grin.
Robby laughs, helping you take off the nursing cover, Hazel gently passed into his arms. You pick at the banana loaf, pushing a generous chunk over to Robby as he sits down again.
“Here.”
“No, I’m okay,” Robby shakes his head as he settles his sleeping girl on his chest. You give him a look.
“Robby…”
“I’m fine. Really.”
“I know you haven't eaten all morning.”
Robby huffs and takes a piece with a mumbled thank you. You give him a bright smile, letting out a pleased hum as you eat. Robby sits, enjoying what he knows is the last bit of quiet before he's thrown back into the throes of the ED.
You're packing up the diaper bag, the twins helping you tuck in extra bandage wraps and medicated ointment into the side pockets. Maddi happily slurps on a caramel lined coffee cup, Liz sipping at something tall and green. Robby watches them fondly as they hover over you, Hazel still sleeping in his arms.
"Mom, I got that."
"Here, I can hold the bag!"
"No I can-"
"Girls," you chuckle. "It's fine. One of you can hold the bag and the other can hold my drink."
Robby's phone pings and he fishes it out of his pocket, frowning as he reads the notification. You don't notice as you take the baby from him, holding her closely.
"You girl's ready to go?"
They nod enthusiastically, giggling softly beneath their breaths. Robby's frown deepens as he looks at them over his glasses.
“Hey… why does it say my card was charged a hundred and thirty dollars?”
thinking about people witnessing the bossman michael 'robby' robinavitch turning into a softy, submissive pushover when he's with you
like asking him to fetch you something (perhaps a drink) without saying please, only a soft "mikey, can you..." and he immediately gets up without a second thought and follows your command with a "yeah honey"
at a bar or at a party, robby sitting with his legs spread wide open, you standing in between them facing him, his head smushed against your abdomen as you play with his hair, robby's arms wrapped tightly around your legs to keep you still
people hearing the way he whispers to you a soft and pleading "give me one?" when he's leaning in, a giddy smile on his face, theres literally twinkles in his eyes as he's trying to steal a kiss from your lips, eager to show his affections even when theres an audience around
witnessing as you sit on his lap, the way you walk up to him and order him to 'lean back' and settling on top of him, robby constantly planting his lips on your shoulder, looking up at you adoringly (and so so whipped) as you continue the conversation with colleagues and friends while sitting comfortably on his thighs
pulling him towards places by the fabric of the front of his shirt or at his sleeves and he lets you, following your lead happily without protest, sometimes you pull so abruptly he gets a lil bit of whiplash but he just chuckles in response to your excitement or eagerness
most hilariously, and specially when its jack or dana being the ones who witness it: when you're talking or telling a story and robby chimes in on impulse or without warning and you snap at him "baby- dont interrupt me" and robby stops immediately, only a small little amused huff in response
heard you were taking requests and had to jump on the bandwagon!
i was wondering if you could write some funny headcanons/moments about life as robby’s adopted daughter?? i wish there was more daughter!reader fics on this app!!!
[COSMICCC! 🤭 Ngl, I feel like this could've been better 🥲]
Imagine if... adopted!daughter!reader always seemed to be around her dad in some... interesting times.
Adopted!reader who has to tag along with him one day when her school closed due to a gas leak.
Adopted!reader who sighs when Jack grins at her and jostled her around.
Robby who does nothing to help her.
"You'll be fine, honey. Give your godfather some love."
"You're not funny."
Adopted!reader who watches her father spiral, sitting in the background with a grimace she doesn't bother hiding.
Adopted!reader who will 100% come up to Robby when he's stressed, tug at his clothes until he snaps.
"What-!? What- yes, darling daughter? What do you need?"
"I'm hungry."
"..."
"...?"
*sigh* "... okay."
Adopted!reader who would try to hide any school events from her father, cringing and freezing everytime Robby shows up unannounced.
"Uh... hi?"
"Hey. Wanna tell me why you didn't tell me about this one?"
"I... didn't want to bother you?"
*unamused stare* "..."
"... I'm sorry-"
Adopted!reader who will absolutely be the kind of kid to eat half of his chips, put the bag back, and pretend that she didn't eat them.
Adopted!reader who will absolutely stare into Robby's soul when she hears the ice cream truck until he takes her outside.
Adopted!reader who will put notes on her food and snacks and will give you the silent treatment of you eat them anyway.
Adopted!reader who will glare of some kid calls her out for being adopted. Not being she wasn't used to it, but because they were NOT gonna talk about her dad like that.
Adopted!reader who's the sweetest girl, but will go feral when a kid tries to call her dad names. Especially "old".
Adopted!reader who only feels bad for it when Robby gives her a disappointed look, hands on his hips with a hand running through his hair.
Adopted!reader who would ask him the most ridiculous questions.
Adopted!reader who will also glare at him sadly when he says something in the wrong tone.
Adopted!reader who is comfortable enough to ask this way with him, feeling safe for the first time in a long time.
"Dad... dad, hey dad-?"
"What, baby? What do you want?"
*grimaces sadly, looking off to the side.* "Nothing..."
Notes: a complete crackfic, tbh. I got bored. Bob's Burgers reference.
Robby, Dana, Abbot, Langdon, Whittaker, and Dove all stare at the doors, awaiting their next patient on a surprisingly slow day. The doors open, and they all shudder at the sight.
"Ew, he looks like a child molester." Robby grimaces as the EMS team wheels in a greasy looking man and his kid. "Dove, don't treat him. Have Whittaker handle it." "Uh, Rob?" Langdon tries to speak up. "Yeah, hold on-"
He holds up a hand. Dove frowns, hands up. "Why do I have to molested?" She complains, voice cracking. "Because he's not gonna molest you." Robby raises a brow. "Why?" "Because you're fluffy, Dove." "Rob-" "Yeah, hold on."
Once again, Langdon is put on hold. He sighs, watching. Dove stares at him in offense. "Fluffy people can get molested!" "Yeah," Dana nods, stepping in. Unhelpfully, placing her hands on the younger woman's cheeks.
"Who wouldn't wanna molest this face?" Dove cringes, embarrassed, turning her head. "That's enough." Robby gives Dana a look, Langdon grimacing. "Rob-" "It's not that, I mean- honey, 'cause you're older."
"Abbot's the oldest, make him do it!" She complained. Robby cringes. "Yeah, but, Jack's not good with the patients." Once again, Langdon tries to grab his attention, Jack's head snapping towards Robby in offense.
"I'm good with the patients," Everyone grumbles and makes unsure noises. This deepens his frown. "I'm great with the patients!" "He's autistic, he can't help it." Whittaker speaks up, trying to be helpful.
Jack nods in agreeance, happy that someone was taking his side. "Yeah, I'm autistic." "Rob-" "Yeah, just a sec." He waves Langdon off, turning back to everyone else. "No, you're not autistic, Jack."
Dove grabs a handful of pens from the desk behind them. "How many pens on the ground?" Robby sighs. "Don't- don't play this game again." He pleads as Jack stares down at the dropped pens. There were three.
"Uh-" "C'mon! How many pens-?" "No, it just involves me picking up pens-" "A hundred?" Abbot blurts out. "Rob!" Langdon hisses. "No." Dove blinks, Robby doing a double-take. "A hundred?" "It's... three," Dove grew concerned.
"There's three!" Robby raises his voice in disbelief, stepping forward to look down at the pens. "Okay, okay," Dove drops another one. "How many now?" Abbot grimaces. "Rob!" "Mm... three?" He shrugged. "No-"
Everyone sighs at his answer. Whittaker groans. "Aw, you're the worst kind of autistic-" Dove nodded, sympathetic. "Can't even count." "Rob!" "What!?" Langdon gestures to the staring family. They all pause and wave awkwardly.
Needless to say, it was an interesting time after.
Notes: wife!reader, grumpy!reader for a "silly" reason, mentions of menstrual cycles, not proofread
"What's going on, honey?"
Dove doesn't respond to Dana's concerned voice, sitting in the stairway and leaning on the coolness of the railing. "So much." Dana's lips twitch at that, going to sit down next to her. "Okay, wanna tell me what's bothering you?"
Dove turns to her with a pout. "Would you believe me if I said nothing?" Dana gives her a look, making her groan. "It's nothing, I'm fine, completely fine. Totally. It's stupid- such a stupid reason, actually. How old am I-?"
"This have to do with Rob?" Dana guessed easily, watching the woman scowl. "Yes... no. It's mostly me, but it's like... one-fourth Mikey. Just about." Dana, amused, leans her cheek on her palm. "Uh huh?" "Don't look at me like that."
Dove frowns, crossing her arms. "I'm hot, and bloated, and my back hurts like no one's business, and a kid tried to gnaw my arm off very violently, and my husband is stupid and oblivious and I kinda don't like him right now."
Dana tried not to laugh, she really did, but she loved it when the woman got like this. So... child-like, letting herself be that way after masking into a nurse who knows everything about anything. She stood. "I'll go get him."
Dove scowls, shrinking into her shoulders. "Do you have to?" "Do you want whatever it is that he forgot?" Dove thinks. "... maybe. Yes, actually." "Then I'll go get him. Relax- and don't slouch!" She straightens with a dramatic sigh.
She's left alone for a couple of minutes. Here she was, eating her lunch in a stairwell by herself, upset that her husband forgot to give her a kiss before their shifts started. And no, the forehead and cheek kisses didn't count!
They rarely saw each other when it didn't come to a patient. Even then, she might have to work with another doctor. She just wanted a piece of him before they disappeared from each other's minds for hours on end. No, the rings don't cou-
"Honey?" She pouts even further at his voice, irritated and irrationally saddened. She doesn't respond or turn to him, shoving a chocolate covered pretzel in her mouth as her bottom lip quivered. She didn't know what to do.
He descends the steps until he's in front of her, crouched, a hand on her knee. "What's going on, Dove? What did I do?" He asks, rubbing at her outer thigh, trying to console her. She doesn't look at it. She couldn't. If she did, she would cry.
"Nothing." Robby cracks a soft grin. "Well, obviously I did nothing. Why else would you be pissed at me?" She sniffles, but cracks a small smile. His free hand wipes a tear that escaped from her eye.
This was before wiping at her chocolate covered face. She snorts, turning her head away. "Quit that." He does, still rubbing at her knee and thigh. "What nothing did I do this time?" She sheepishly looks at his face, guilty at his worry.
"It's silly." "You're on your period, Dove. Most things you cry about are silly. Remember the worm on the sidewalk?" She pouts at the reminder. "It was thirsty! And then the bird just ate it after I saved it!" "I know, tragic."
His hands then trail up to her hips. "Let me know what I can fix, Dove." She takes a deep breath, lip trembling once more. "... you didn't kiss me goodbye today." She utters quietly, hesitant to tell him of her silly ire.
He pauses, thinking. "... didn't I?" She shook her head. "No. You kissed my forehead when we woke up and my cheek when we were in the car. That's it." She sniffles as he scratched at his head in frustration with himself.
"I know it's stupid, but... I miss you on our shifts, Mikey. And yeah, it's only a few hours, but then we're tired when we get home and-" Her lunchbox set aside, she's brought into a hug. It was a cure-all, she swore.
Her cramps lessened, her back unraveled, her pounding head melted when he cupped her head. And it definitely helped that he smelled good. She leans into him, her hands lazily gripping his scrubs. "Mikey-"
"I'm sorry." He said simply, a thumb soothing a tense muscle in her lower back. "I didn't realize, Dove, I'm sorry." He parts from her somewhat, placing a soft kiss to her lips. It wasn't too long, but it was enough for her to grin afterward.
He chuckles a bit. "Better?" "Maybe." He shook his head, placing a peck to her lips. "Impossible." The doors to the stairwell opened, his name called. "Welp, that's me." He reluctantly stood, cupping her scalp. "You okay?"
She nods, continuing on munching on her lunch. "Mhm." "... okay. I'll come up when I have a chance, okay?" He rushes up the stairs, her holding in her laugh when she catches him fix his clothes. That was definitely an innuendo.
"Love you, be good!" She calls out, getting a wave from over his shoulder. The door closes, her snorting when she heard the other person (which happened to be Jack) go, "Did you get shagged on the steps by Dove or what?"
Summary: She didn't ask for a lot from her husband, she really didn't. All she wanted was her daily kisses goodbye! She wasn't being silly, right? Maybe. Her period definitely doesn't help.
#2 - Treating Debate [□]
Summary: That one scene in Bob's Burgers with the health inspector, but in The Pitt.
#3 - Too Young [□]
Summary: One of the new nurses has a lot to say about him and his wife, specifically their ages. No matter how inaccurate it is.
#4 - Not for Show [♤]
Summary: Reality TV is always a problem, especially when it comes to misinformation for the aesthetic. But it becomes a problem when they come onto Dove's floor, filming patients.
