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‘ you look like the type of woman who prefers a glass of pinot grigio over a gin and tonic. if i’m right, if i got you all sussed out, indulge me and let me crack open a bottle. ‘

@sheshcphcrd !

#sheshcphcrd #( ✧ *:･ﾟ ch —— lou miller. )#this is so short and probably lame but y eah

“ what------ no, pfft. ” she’s like a kid caught with her hand half in the candy drawer. red handed and trying to deny it. “ that’s not--- i--- what gave you that idea? ”

@sheshcphcrd // starter call !!

#INTERACTION :: ᵈᵘᵈᵉ⁻⁻⁻ ᵃ ᶫᵉˣᶦᵖᵉᵈᶦᵃ #addison tag tbt.#V. 001 :: ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᶠᵒᵘʳ ʳᵘᶫᵉˢ⁻⁻ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵃᶦᵈ ᶠᶦᵛᵉ #sheshcphcrd

starter for @sheshcphcrd !!

the pediatric surgeon walks out of the nicu, disposing of the gloves he had been wearing. he gives Addison a look. ❝ well, the good news is that vitals are stable. but we need to get her into surgery if we want to have ANY CHANCE of her surviving. hows the mother? ❞

#sheshcphcrd #hope this is okay!

❛ I need a drink first. ❜

“you and me both.” that’s what new years is about, isn’t it? drinking, some food. both, if you’re lucky. “what’s your poison?”

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hand slides over her rounded stomach , as though to calm the child inside. so lively and energetic already. practically jumping onto her bladder in any spare moment. and yet , something felt wrong , felt different than jackson. like he wasn't sitting right , like the child in her stomach was constantly upset about something. she hadn't told john , didn't want him to worry , as he always did. so she'd taken herself to the hospital , sitting anxiously in the waiting room for the doctor to call her name. fear strikes at her core , particularly that morning when the pain got worse , when it was stabbing at her stomach , waking her from a dead sleep. the nurse finally does call her name , and gemma grabs her purse and follows her back to a small room with stirrups and a bunch of other medical equipment. gemma sits impatiently there too , her toe tapping , eyes darting around the sanitized surfaces. the whole idea of hospitals made her uncomfortable. that's where nathaniel had died , yet another victim to their family heart condition. when knuckles rap on the door , gemma sits up a little straighter , hands cradled around her stomach , words flying from her mouth the moment the womman was in the room , ʺ hi , i'm gemma. i'm having some pain and i just . . . i need you to make sure my baby is okay. ʺ / @sheshcphcrd