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After retrieving the file, you find the stairwell exit between checkpoints. You barely get the door shut before Natasha’s on you, her mouth hot and demanding, hands unforgiving as they shove you up against the wall.

“His attention felt good, huh?” she mutters against your throat, hands already sliding over your waist like she’s checking for damage.. “All over you like he earned it.”

You tilt your head, giving her better access. “Relax, baby,” you giggle, biting your bottom lip. “I’ve had bigger thrills leaning up against my dryer.”

Her mouth curves, sharp and satisfied, the jealousy burning off into something darker. “Good,” she murmurs, one hand sliding up your thigh, pushing your dress higher until the cool air kisses bare skin. “Because I don’t share.”

Her fingers slip beneath your panties without warning, finding you already wet for her, and she groans softly like it pleases her far too much. 

“All that flirting,” she breathes, pressing two fingers in deep and slow, “just for you to come back to me like this.”

You gasp, clutching her shoulder, hips stuttering forward as she fucks you against the wall with ruthless precision. Her lips find yours, swallowing your moans, thumb brushing your clit.

Then she curls her fingers just right and your whole body stutters, breath caught, legs trembling. 

“Maybe I’ll let him watch next time, baby,” she pants, lips against your cheek. “Just so he knows who makes you come.”

but he bought you clothes so you have to be good and do what he asks

he’s such a perv and palms himself (just a little) while you spin around in a little skirt. you can see his cock growing and getting hard through his pants and it makes you go lightheaded

he asks you to bend over in the skirt, pleased when your cheeks go pink and you do it for him, letting him see your cute panties

then he gets even more pervy and asks you to do more embarrassing things

he asks you to jump up and down so he can see your tits jiggle in a little tank top you got

he ask you to flash him your pussy in a the new dress

it makes you feel so shy and squirmy and turned on. you keep crossing your legs and rubbing them together. he gently scolds you to quit whining

"be a good girl. i just need to check on if these clothes are good for my girl."

then he has you put on a lacey white top with no bra

he hums and puts his readers on, beckoning you to stand closer so he can examine if he can see your pretty nipples through the material

when you finally try on a new lingerie set he pats his thigh and tells you: “come here baby, i need to see that one up close”

“You doing okay, sweetheart? You’re looking a little tired.”

Naturally, you took that negatively, and you raised an eyebrow. You adjusted to get comfortable on the couch and sighed softly. Not that you wanted to admit it, but you’d been feeling drained lately. That came with being twenty-eight weeks pregnant, though.

“Just haven’t slept great. Still adjusting to the night shift.”

“Hey, that wasn’t a dig. I was just checking on you.”

You weren’t intentionally being standoffish; you were just exhausted, and the emotional fatigue was getting to you. You and Robby were in this constant state of push and pull. One minute, he looked like he wanted to mount you, and the next he was avoiding any “unnecessary” conversations. It was impossible to figure him out. You didn’t dare complain, though. Exhaling slowly, one of your hands rested on your baby bump, and you apologized.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t sleep well last night, and I feel like my soul has been ripped from me. Growing a human is fucking exhausting.”

The raw fatigue in your voice made Robby’s chest ache, and he wanted to help. He wasn’t sure what all he was allowed to do, but he could encourage you to rest. Reaching over, he gently squeezed your hand and nodded towards your bedroom.

“Go back to bed and take a nap. When you wake up, I’ll bring you dinner.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I can finish the laundry.”

You contemplated his offer for a moment and considered being stubborn. It wasn’t a bad idea, though. There was no question that you needed the extra sleep. After some deliberation, you nodded and squeezed Robby’s hand back.

“Alright. Thank you.”

“Of course. Rest up.”

Robby watched as you lifted yourself from the couch. You took two steps before you swayed, and your body crumpled forward. Thankfully, you’d somehow landed on your side, but you were still unconscious. He leapt from his seat and rushed over to you. His fingers instantly pressed against the side of your neck, and he let out a breath of relief when he felt your pulse. It was thready and too slow for his liking, but it was there.

He didn’t even realize that his hands were shaking. Robby’s priority was waking you up. He gently patted your cheek and spoke frantically. He’d seen syncope hundreds of times in the ER, but this was you - the mother of his child.

“Sweetheart, c’mon, wake up for me.”

To his dismay, you weren’t rousing. Robby let out a low curse and grabbed his phone. The last thing that you’d want is to go to the hospital, but he wasn’t going to take any risks when it came to you or your daughter. While he explained the situation to the 911 operator, his hand rested on your belly and counted the seconds before the baby kicked again. It took almost a whole minute, but he was overwhelmed with relief.

The operator informed him that the EMTs were five minutes out, and he ended the call. Robby brushed some hair from your face and tried again to wake you.

“C’mon, baby. I’ve got you.”

His voice was oozing with desperation, and Robby could feel his heart pounding in his chest. The possible complications that you could be experiencing made him feel sick. He hated seeing you struggling. Lost in his thoughts, he almost missed your small gasp and the fluttering of your eyelids. You were about to move when Robby’s strong hands gently held you in place. He was less panicked when he spoke again.

“Don’t move just yet. You fainted, but you took a while to come around. I had to call for an ambulance, and they’ll be here any second.”

At the mention of an ambulance, your eyes shot open, and you stared up at Robby. His face was slightly scrunched with worry, and you hated it. Despite working inside a hospital, you hated being a patient. You weakly shook your head and attempted to plead with him.

“No, no, no. No hospitals, please.”

You sounded terrified, and it broke Robby’s heart. He wasn’t going to give in, though. You needed to receive the proper testing and care to get to the bottom of this. In an attempt to soothe you, he ran a hand through your hair. The closer you got to your due date, the more physically affectionate Robby allowed himself to be. Neither of you permitted yourselves to dwell on that.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. You need to be seen. You’re a doctor; you know the tests that need to be run. Do it for the baby.”

The last part sounded like he was guilting you into going, and that added to your frustration. You pushed his hand away and went to sit up again. Despite your objections, Robby helped pull you into a sitting position and propped your back against the couch. Your hand immediately went to your belly, and he could see the way the baby’s soft kicking reassured you. He was about to speak again when the paramedics knocked on the door.

Getting your stubborn ass into the ambulance had been quite the battle, and Robby kept apologizing to the EMTs. They were used to it, though. Doctors made the worst patients. It wasn’t like you were being rude, just obstinate. The ride was mostly silent because you refused to speak to your baby daddy. To add to your anger, Robby would only allow you to be seen by your fellow staff at the PTMC. He didn’t trust the other hospitals to properly care for you.

He wanted to hold your hand, but the two of you weren’t physical at work. Not to mention, you were still angry with him. Robby was going to ruminate on the way you’d rejected his touch for days to come. He was still thinking about it when the ambulance doors opened, and it was time to go.

Being wheeled into your place of work felt absolutely mortifying. You knew it wasn’t a big deal. Most of your coworkers had to be treated in the ED at least once in their careers. That didn’t make the situation any less embarrassing, though. Robby trailed behind your gurney as you were brought inside. You were trying to avoid any prying eyes, but you looked over when Dana called your name. She rushed over to Robby and waved in your direction.

“What happened to our girl?”

Running a tired hand over his face, Robby exhaled heavily and tried to focus on Dana’s question. All he wanted was to talk to you, but you weren’t meeting his eye. He sounded drained when he answered her.

“She passed out after getting off the couch.”

“And the baby?”

“Oh, baby girl is fine. They’re both stable. She just took a minute to come to.”

You weren’t a huge fan of the way the conversation was happening around you, so you broke your silence.

“Robby’s being a little dramatic. Pregnant people faint sometimes.”

“You’re not just any pregnant person.”

Of course, Robby had to say that. Your head was already swimming with mixed emotions, and now he had to be sweet. It was juvenile, but you held onto your irritation. You huffed and rolled your eyes. He ignored it and redirected his attention to Dana.

“I want to get a CBC done. She already had an ECG in the rig, and it was normal.”

“Robby, you can’t treat family. You know that.”

“We’re not—"

Robby abruptly cut himself off when he realized the truth in Dana’s statement. The two of you may not be together, but you are family. You were carrying his daughter. He looked dumbfounded, and it made Dana smirk. You were too busy reeling from those words to find any amusement in Robby’s reaction. He floundered for a second before choking out a question.

“Who—who's going to treat her?”

That’s when Langdon appeared, and the tension in the room doubled. God, this was the last thing either you or Robby needed. You loved working with Frank, but Robby still held resentment towards him after he learned about the young resident stealing drugs from the hospital. His mere presence set your boss off.

“No fucking way. He’s not touching her. Not after what he did.”

Frank was about to speak when you cut him off, and the annoyance in your voice was jarring. You were pregnant, stressed out, and over Robby’s shit. Now, it was not the time for him to be acting like this, and you were pissed.

“Robby! Take a fucking walk.”

You’d never raised your voice at Robby like that before, so his brain momentarily short-circuited. He was still too amped up to realize that he was being an asshole, and he wasn’t about to admit that he was wrong. Instead, he turned on his heel and stormed out. You threw your hands up and let Dana go after him.

Robby didn’t want to be too far from your room, so he’d angrily planted himself by the nurses’ station. Dana soon joined him. He huffed softly when he saw her walk over, and he prepared himself for a lecture. Her tone was slightly bewildered when she addressed him.

“The hell was that, Robby?”

“I-I don’t want him treating her or my baby.”

That was petty, and Robby knew that. He just didn’t care. Dana shook her head in exasperation and laughed incredulously. Her friend and colleague was acting like a child. She wasn’t about to let him continue this behavior.

“Langdon is a competent physician, and he was a good friend of yours. You should be thankful that your girl is being taken care of.”

He wanted to grumble and argue that you weren’t actually his girl, but that was pointless. The adrenaline from watching you hit the living room floor was slowly leaving Robby, and he was wiped. He sighed and mumbled back.

“I don’t trust him anymore.”

“I know, but he has paid his dues. Langdon is the one in charge of her care, and you need to accept that. Would you rather her be passed off to one of the med students?”

While Robby didn’t trust Frank, he was much more capable than this year’s med students. If this debacle had occurred a year ago, Langdon would’ve been the doctor that Robby requested. That was before the shift from hell. Dana was right, though. He needed to accept this.

Before he made it back to your room, Dana pulled him aside one last time and made sure that she was getting through to him.

“Robby, you need to focus on her and the baby. That’s your priority.”

“It always has been.”

He didn’t realize it, but he was close enough to your door that you’d heard that. Those simple words sent you spiraling. Where the hell did you stand with this man?

With a pat on the back from Dana, Robby steeled himself to face you and entered the exam room. Frank was already onto the next patient and you were receiving IV fluids. You looked smaller in the hospital bed, and it made something in him squeeze uncomfortably. Usually, you were loud and full of sass. He sat in the chair beside your bed and cleared his throat. An apology was long overdue.

“I’m sorry. I was being an ass.”

That wasn’t good enough, and Robby could see it on your face. Why should you be satisfied with a carbon copy of the apology he was always making? He shifted uneasily in his seat and braced himself to be more vulnerable. His voice was uncharacteristically strained when he spoke again.

“Seeing you hit the floor like that scared the fuck out of me, sweetheart. All I could think about was something horrible happening to you and the baby. I-I don’t know what to do with that fear, and it usually comes across as anger. That’s not an excuse, though.”

Shocked that Robby had not only admitted that he was in the wrong but had also confessed to being afraid, your blinked up at him. Who was this man, and what had he done with your boss? Well, he hadn’t actually been your boss since you switched to the night shift a few weeks ago. It was just hard to shake that air of authority. You sat there for a second before responding.

“Thank you. I know that it’s hard for you to talk about those things.”

Hearing you acknowledge that it was difficult for him to express those feelings, his eyes stung with tears and he blinked hard. One escaped and rolled down his cheek. You were about to wipe it when Langdon came into the room. Robby immediately pulled it together and used his shoulder to swipe away that pesky tear. The other man was about to apologize for interrupting when Robby cut him off.

“You ran a CBC, right? Are her results back?”

“Oh, yeah.”

Wanting to ensure that you were included in your medical care, Frank turned to you and pulled up the chart. You were also a doctor, so he passed you the tablet that displayed your lab results. He still took the time to verbally explain the results.

“As you can see, your thyroid is normal. I know you were concerned about that. Your hemoglobin and hematocrit, however, are pretty low. With a hemoglobin of 9.9 g/dL, that would classify as moderate pregnancy anemia. That’s why you passed out.”

These weren’t the results that you were hoping for, but it was reassuring that your thyroid was normal. Your mother had issues with her thyroid, so you were always conscious of yours. You were still processing the results when Robby spoke up. Of course, he had questions.

“What was her serum ferritin?”

“It was 29 ng/ml. It’s a little lower than we’d like, but nothing dangerous. She definitely has an iron deficiency.”

“What’s your treatment plan?”

It was hard to tell if Robby was quizzing Frank from the standpoint of a mentor or if he was just being an ass again. You rolled your eyes and kept reviewing your own chart. Your fellow resident took the questions in stride and answered calmly.

“I’m going to prescribe her an iron supplement, recommend that she take it with vitamin C, and add some more spinach and red meat to her diet. Probably best that she reduces her Taki intake.”

The way that Langdon said that like it was some inside joke between the three of you made Robby want to groan. He resisted the urge for your sake. Biting back a scoff, he readjusted in his chair and turned in your direction. His voice was noticeably softer when he spoke to you.

“You got all that?”

“Robby, I am also a physician. I could’ve come up with that plan myself.”

Amused by your attitude, Robby laughed softly and shook his head. It was good to see that you felt up to teasing him. He checked the clock and turned back to Langdon. All he wanted was to get you home and resting in your own bed.

“When will she be discharged?”

“I’ll sign the papers right now.”

A few minutes later, the discharge papers were signed, and you were ready to go. To your annoyance, Robby insisted on wheeling you out to the parking lot where Jack was waiting to pick you guys up. Judging by the look on his best friend’s face, Robby was going to have quite the debrief once you were in bed.

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