❀⋆.ೃ࿔Mrs Magic: Chapter 1❀⋆.ೃ࿔Michael Robinavitch x Single Mommy!Reader
w.c: 1.6k+
summary: So what if Robby's been skimping out on his therapy sessions with Dr. Jefferson? He thinks he's finally met his purpose, and it's come in the shape of doting on a single mother and (their) her two precious girls.
f.c: none (?), Robby is old, single and ready to mingle:3, mention of a broken arm but nothing explicit
𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.
One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
There's a certain irony coated over the fact that Robby's had the unfortunate pleasure of out of over three hundred thousand people in the city of Pittsburgh that he could be treating, his week's been occupied with patients that have Dr. Google on speed search (or God forbid, that ChatGPT bullshit that's becoming popular), respond in semi-permanent snarky tones, and provide overall vague descriptions of their symptoms that could be anything ranging from the common cold to pancreatic disease.
So, honestly, he didn't think he could be blamed for his lack of enthusiasm during shift handoff with Jack. Still, the fruitless task doesn't rest, and neither does Dr. Robinavitch these days, so he nods along to what he's being told.
"..and I got a mother in North Fifteen, brought her seven year old with a broken arm. She's ready to be discharged, but, well-" Jack clicks his tongue and tilts his head. "Might wanna bring Kiara in."
"Think she might be dealing with burnout?"
Jack sighs. "Not totally sure. I think she was just tired. Saw my sister go through the same exhaustion when she had her first kid. But- still, y'know, just keep the option open."
"Will do. Now get the hell out of my ER, brother."
"Hello, I'm Dr. Robinavitch, or Dr. Robby, I was told your daughter has a broken arm?"
"Y-Yes. She was playing in the backyard. I was in the kitchen on a call, so I didn't even see she was climbing the ladder. I turned around to grab a pen and then I heard screaming. It was only a split second, I swear-" He's sure you already gave Jack a rundown of what went down, so repeating what you think is your fault is probably just upsetting you more.
"Okay, okay," Robby soothes. Comforting patients has never been his strong suit, in his opinion, but that didn't mean he didn't try in his own way. "Accidents happen, they're nobody's fault. Just unfortunate…and inconvenient."
At that, you give a small, weak laugh, then shake your head. "God, I shouldn't have let him build that stupid tree house," you groan.
" 'Him'?"
Please don't let it be her husband, repeats in Robby's head like a mantra, and he's not sure he's ready to confront the reason as to why he's so desperately hoping that the very beautiful mother he's attending is single.
This was a new level of low since the time his favorite deli closed down from business and he'd mourned by eating a whole tub of Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey ice cream and washing it down with a bottle of beer while watching the Jerry Springer Show in bed.
Not low for the fact that he was attracted to you, but because he wanted your attention (and affection-) after no more than five minutes of being near you.
"My aunt's husband, he built it for them as a housewarming gift. We just moved to the city two weeks ago."
"Oh." A pause before Robby stupidly realizes he needs to say more than that because he's at work, not trying to figure out your life story (which he wouldn't mind hearing about). "Well, welcome to Pittsburgh. Sorry it didn't welcome you better." He offers a grimacing smile that makes you smile, which in turn makes Robby's smile a bit more genuine.
He turns to look at your daughter. She still has tear streaks on her face, but she's quiet, nuzzled at your side with a purple cast on her left arm. He kneels down before her and smiles warmly. "Hi sweetheart, what's your name?"
"Fawn," she murmurs.
"That's a very pretty name. What's your sister's name?"
"Junebug."
"Nickname for June," you offer. "She was born in the summer. Really creative, I know."
"I was born in June, too," he tells you, smiling at the squirming baby on your lap. "Alright, Fawn, let's get you all ready to go, OK?"
He could, should, let one of his student doctors take over the case, let them run you through care instructions for your daughter's cast before sending you on your way, try to get a head start on the day before it irrecoverably started to pile trauma after trauma on them.
He really was going to, honest, but then your baby girl would do something cute like babble or kick her tiny feet and he'd be hooked right back. It got to a point where he was the one holding and rocking the girl while typing at the computer, just to give you a moment of reprieve and a chance for him to entertain the infant.
You give a small, tired laugh when Robby gently suggests the idea of a babysitter. "You don't have any kids, do you? These little rugrats are up way before me with twice the energy. I don't know how I could get someone to agree to work morning hours." You huff, pinching the corners of your eyes with your thumb and pointer. "Should've known better than to let Fawn run around the backyard so early, though. I just needed some time to get myself ready for the day."
"Hey, this is not on you," he tells you firmly. "It's not, OK? It's important to know that."
"Okay," you whisper, nodding.
"..And that should be it, honestly. Come back in five weeks to remove the cast, but return immediately if there's any concerning changes." You nod diligently at his instructions. "I'm sure this visit's taken plenty of time out of your day already, so I can speed things up so you can head out to work."
"Oh, no, I'm a maid!" You beam at Robby. "I clean houses for a living, so it's all freelance. It's been slow, y'know, being new to the city and all. My clients don't know me or my skills, so it's been hard getting regulars."
A goddamn gift from the heavens.
It takes Michael a unique patience that hasn't seen the light of day in years to not outright blurt the words he carefully composes as, "Well, I have been meaning to get my apartment tidied…"
The effect is immediate. You brighten, eyes crinkling.
"I'd be happy to, any day," you offer delightedly. "No charge, of course-"
"Oh, none of that. The whole point is to give you some business-"
"I don't mind!" you insist, then, rather bashfully, "Really, Dr. Robinavitch-"
"Michael," Robby offers, and tries not to flush at the forwardness in his tone. "O-Or Dr. Robby."
"Michael," you amend, smiling at him and adjusting the squirmy toddler on your hip. Robby struggles to find a single area of your body to focus on, but settles on your eyes…while glancing down at your lips just to avoid looking at the cleavage that's threatening to spill from your formula stained blouse. "It wouldn't be right to charge you. I have some cards on me, somewhere…" You rummage through the bag you came in with before plucking out a rectangular slip of paper.
A business card. On it is your full name and phone number, as well as your available services and their rates. Robby hopes the way he practically snatches it doesn't come off as weird.
"Anytime you need me to come over, I'm just a call away."
As if he'd be such an idiot as to pass up that opportunity.
Maybe this moment is what he's been waiting for his entire life, and it's now being handed straight to him in form of the family he's always craved but could never really have.
He smiles. "Let me walk you out."
"Thank you again for taking such good care of us, Dr. Robby," you say as you make your way towards Chairs.
From the Hub, Dana looks up over her readers to peer at the four of you. Had it been anybody else staring, they'd assume the doctor's missus dropped by with the kids to say hi to Daddy. She almost snorts at the thought of Robby with kids.
"It's the least I could do," he replies, a small flush of red creeping to his cheeks from his neck, which he rubs bashfully. "Don't want to give the impression that Pittsburgh's got nothing to give. I promise you the city isn't so bad."
"I hope you're right," you sigh. "If I'm being honest, I was a bit scared to move so far from home, especially with my girls. But we needed a new start." You look pensive for a moment before you brighten. "Thank you again, doctor-"
"Michael," he reminds you, and he's surprised at how easily he manages to be playful. The surprise melts into delight when you laugh.
"Say 'thank you' to Dr. Robby, button," you tell Fawn, holding her hand while your baby girl stares at him with an open-mouthed, mostly toothless smile.
"Thank you, Dr. Ronby," she recites.
"It was my pleasure. You were the best patient ever," he tells her, which causes her to smile shyly and cling to you tighter.
"Don't even think about it, Robinavitch." It's Dana's voice, coming from behind him while he stares longingly at your retreating form. He forces his gaze away to look at the nurse, who's not even looking back, instead nonchalantly swiping at a tablet.
"What? What am I doing?"
She gives him a pointed look that makes him squirm. "Whatever you're thinking of doing with her, forget about it. Poor girl's got enough on her plate taking care of those kids, she doesn't need you added into that mess."
"I was not thinking of doing anything," he lies indignantly. "I'm just…trying to boost our Press-Ganey scores."
Dana snorts. "Don't think Gloria meant she wanted you flirting with the patients to do that."
"Don't you have nurses to reprimand?" He's already walking away with a huff when she calls out after him.
"Don't do anything stupid, Robinavitch!"
This wasn't stupid, it was a long time coming, and he wasn't going to let it go anytime soon.
𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼
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a/n: this has been a long time coming I just couldn't figure out the first chapter's layout....hoping to make this a pervy!robby fic series somehow too:p
