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"You're what?" Baran asked, eyes wide as her girlfriend sat on the counter, legs swaying from side-to-side as she munched on the trail mix that Baran always had at the ready.
"I'm gonna be an epileptologist. I really like my neurology rota and I was talking to Dr. Mehta and he mentioned that I would probably be a good fit." Trinity threw a cashew in the air and caught it in her mouth. "I mean I have a reason to be passionate on the subject." She winked at Baran who gently slapped her thigh, still gobsmacked.
"You... are going to specialize in epilepsy?"
Trinity wrapped her arms around Baran's neck and hopped down, body flush against the other woman's. "Yup."
You’re drabble on Baran’s son calling Trinity mom for the first time got me thinking.
Baran’s son who is afraid of needles getting injured and needing to come to the Pitt for some stitches. We know that Trinity is the child whisperer so she takes care of him (pretend the rules about taking care of family doesn’t exist lol)
- @rosewoodlibrary
Trinity’s supposed to be concentrating at work.
Supposed to be.
The younger doctor has been gone for the better part of an hour when she finally comes back to the ED, one hand on Omid’s shoulder as she directs him towards the staff room.
They make it as far as the lockers when Baran spots them.
“That took you a while.” She says, standing before them with her hands on her hips. “I didn’t realise you were an orthopaedic practitioner, Dr Santos.”
Trinity’s ears go a little red but Omid’s already wriggling to try and take the sling off and show off his cast. He might not have been good at karate, but he was good at getting them out of trouble.
“Maman! Maman, look! Trinity’s really good at drawing!”
For a boy with a broken wrist, he gets the sling off without much pain and shows his mother the pale white cast enthusiastically. True to his word, the cast is littered with strangely well-drawn doodles of Superman and Spiderman, comic panels that Baran can tell have been drawn from memory.
They’d been frantically coloured in by a non-dominant hand.
Baran smiles. “And whose idea was this?”
Trinity bites the inside of her cheek. “Mine.” She admits. “Figured the little guy needed some help on being brave. It was a pretty nasty break, huh?”
He nods furiously. “Hurt.”
“Well,” Baran crouches down and gently tucks Omid’s injured arm back into his sling. “I’m glad you’ve got some company. Did Trinity help you?”
He nods again. “She made me brave.”
Trinity squeezes his shoulder. “You’re always brave, buddy. I would’ve cried if that had happened to my wrist too.”
“Really?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Thank you.” Baran says straightening up again. She knows she should be cross, should be reprimanding her resident for abandoning her patients to go and do a nurse’s job, but with Omid tucking himself back into Trinity’s side and her arm casually going around his shoulders, she can’t help but smile. “I’ll see you later?”
baran’s son calling trinity mom for the first time 🥹🥹
the first time it happens, they’re all so tired that baran’s pretty sure omid just got confused.
it’s usually her that carries him to bed if he falls asleep on the sofa so it wouldn’t be that much of a stretch if he confused trinity for her.
the second time, it’s said offhandedly enough that omid doesn’t even realise the bomb he’s just let off in the living room.
baran sees how trinity tenses over the stove, how her hands stop stirring for just a second before they go again, faster than before. omid wanders off to the bathroom and baran, sat on the sofa, bites her lip.
she’s about to say something, to dismiss it and ease the obvious sharpness in trinity’s shoulders, when trinity goes to pick up the pan and burns her hand. the discussion is lost under the running of the tap.
it’s a strange thing, shifting through grief. accepting that one person is staying where they are and that life goes on without them.
life without rosha had been stuck for a long time. the same routine, the same traditions, the same memories. baran, at first, hadn’t been able to let go of her.
not for herself, not for omid either.
she hadn’t wanted to leave that life behind, had wanted instead to keep everything as it was, for omid’s wellbeing, for her own heart’s sanity. she’d let the grief pull her dormant, hid her heart from the pain and kept it safe.
with trinity, she feels it. that old love, cracking through, splitting her open. and with it, she feels herself letting go of rosha.
it feels like losing her at first.
like forgetting.
but then she sees trinity curled up on the couch with omid’s head on her chest the same way rosha used to do with him as a baby, her fingers carding through his hair as she reads, and it doesn’t feel like forgetting, it feels like cherishing.
where she sees trinity, she sees a little part of rosha too, getting what she wanted in case anything happened to her. someone to look out for her son, someone to love her wife, everyone to be happy without her there.
baran knows trinity feels it, the uncertainty of stepping into someone else’s shoes, a dead woman’s shoes at that. she doesn’t know if it’s right, if it’s appropriate, if she’s allowed to.
the third time omid lets it out, trinity gets her answer.
he’s in his bedroom while baran and trinity are in the living room reading their books. the call is sharp and panicked down the hallway.
“mom!”
trinity’s up and out of the room before she can even realise what she’s stood up for, before baran even registers what’s going on.
she soothes whatever’s upset him, her arms firm but gentle around his tiny body, her voice calm and reassuring. she’s here, it’s okay, he’s being so brave. she stays there until he falls asleep, baran fondly watching through a crack in the door.
the discomfort returns the minute trinity’s outside the door again, wringing her wrists awkwardly when she pads back into the living room.
“sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I…I didn’t mean to overstep, I-“
baran shuts her up by kissing her, slow and soft and adoring.
“don’t apologise.”
“you’re his mom, baran.”
“mhm, and you are too. if you want to be.”
she can feel the uncertainty in trinity’s posture, can see her searching for it in her eyes, and she smiles, hopes it looks reassuring, understanding.
“you’re not replacing rosha, eshgham.”
“then what am i doing?”
“you’re being there for him. you take him to soccer practice, you pick him up from school, you kiss him when he’s hurt. that’s half of parenting, darling.”
trinity bites her lower lip. “oh yeah? what’s the other half?”
“that half you’ve already got down.”
“mm?”
“you love him.”
trinity looks down, her breathing a little shaky like she’s about to start crying. baran holds her close when she sniffs.
“trinity?”
“hm?”
“you don’t have to be, if you don’t want to. if it’s not what you want…I…I’m not forcing you.”
trinity presses her forehead into baran’s sternum, breaths against her, lets herself be supported.
“I do want it.” she whispers quietly against her heart. “i want to be there for him, when he needs someone. I…I want to be his mom.”
baran smiles, kisses her forehead, feels her heart swell and threaten to burst out of her chest. trinity looks up again.
“but…but I don’t want to replace your wife…I don’t want to push her out. I don’t want him to forget her.”
baran kisses her again, lets trinity wrap her arms around her waist.
“you won’t, baby.”
it’s only in a tiny promise that rosha’s memory feels lighter, feels like a flame carried forward than a stone sinking her to drown.
it’s only in the love that trinity holds for her son that baran feels life pick up and carry on again, rosha with them, always.
Baran had been thinkin about it since she caught Dr. Abbot and Dr. Mohan in the supply closet that morning.
Thoughts that raised valid institutional concerns.
She found Trinity at the end of the north hallway and planted herself squarely in the woman's path.
"Can I ask you something?"
Trinity stopped. Tilted her head. "You're already asking."
"Why," Baran said, "is every attending in this department sleeping with a resident?"
Trinity looked delighted, like she found this extremely entertaining.
"Robby and Whitaker," Baran continued, because she had prepared points and she was going to make them. "Ellis and King. Abbot and Mohan. That's not a pattern, that's a—"
"Epidemic?" Trinity offered.
"I was going to say problem."
Trinity smiled. She took exactly one step closer, which was one step more than was strictly necessary.
"Why, do you want one for yourself, Dr. Al-Hashimi?"
Baran's prepared remarks evaporated completely.
"That's—" she started. "This is not—" she tried again. "I came here to raise a legitimate—"
Trinity was still smiling, watching her go absolutely nowhere with obvious pleasure.
Baran turned around and left. Walking in a direction she chose entirely based on it being away.
"My door's always open, boss," Trinity called after her.
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yolanda and her cat have a relationship of mutual respect. they exist together independently, leading parallel lives. they’re not affectionate—the cat doesn’t cuddle or ask for her attention, and yolanda surely doesn’t force either upon the cat.
she thinks it’s just how her cat is.
how she is, too.
yet, the first time that trinity spends the night, she wakes up to yolanda’s arm thrown around her waist and yolanda’s cat asleep on her chest, purring loudly.
Dennis’s phone starts ringing but he’s arms deep in a patient’s chest cavity so he asks Trinity who’s calling. The other doctors and nurses are confused as to how she would know, but they watch as she just casually reaches into his scrubs pocket and grabs his phone. She grunts and says it’s his mom and that she’ll decline it for him, for which Dennis nods appreciatively. She puts his phone back in his pocket and announces that she’s going to swap gloves and rescrub in since hers are contaminated. she chuckles as she says that and gently bumps Dennis’s shoulder as she walks out. Dennis just smiles softly and continues working on the patient.
Another time, Perlah and Princess watch as Dennis walks by Trinity as she’s holding a pile of charts. He stops by her and quickly asks if he can borrow a pen; he doesn’t know where he put his. She rolls her eyes and angles her torso toward him, puffing out her chest. Dennis deftly grabs a pen out of her scrub top pocket with a “Thanks I owe you” and walks away.
They’re sitting next to each other trying to catch up on their charts for the day so they can go home and watch the newest episode of Love Island. In between them is a single Monster can and a bag of chips. Every now and then, Trinity will say “chip me” and Dennis will grab a chip and hold it up to her mouth for her to bite. She reasons that she doesn’t want her fingers to get dirty.
Dennis is sitting at Robby’s workstation (of course) and is staring at the screen. He mumbles something about a patients lab results not making sense and looks up at Trinity, who is standing nearby at the Hub talking to Victoria. He calls her over to read the chart and, instead of rolling his chair over to make room, he stays where he is as Trinity leans over him and rests her chin on his head while she shoves her hands in her pockets. “Huh, yeah..that does look a little weird”
Trinity is standing at one of the computer stations typing up a patient’s chart when Dennis walks up to her. He says that he needs her wallet to grab a doordash gift card he put in there the other day; he wants to order lunch while the caseloads are light (he didn’t use the Q word, don’t worry). She simply nods and mumbles, “Okay, yeah sure. You know where it’s at.” while she continues to type. He gives a small smile before reaching into her scrub pants pocket to grab it. He opens her wallet and pulls out the gift card, folds the wallet, and puts it back into her pocket. Trinity hums without looking away from the computer screen, and Dennis walks away.
A grateful patient orders several boxes of pizza for the day shift and gets them delivered to the ED. Staff rush into the break room to grab a slice. Dennis manages to grab a plate and begins to pile up slices. Donnie looks over and teases, “Dang Whitaker, you hungry or what?” Before Dennis can respond, Trinity walks in and exhales, “Ugh, God bless you, Huckleberry” as she grabs a slice from the plate and takes a huge bite. She glances outside the door and scans the hallway before grabbing Dennis by the shirt collar to lead him to an empty work station. He doesn’t put up a fight at she drags him out of the break room. Once they stop at the work station, he puts the plate between them and they begin eating the pizza and talking quietly to each other.
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Hi RosewoodLibrary here! Asking on anon because my main account is a private blog but I have a some requests for your little miracle series if you’re up for it. I normally don’t read x reader fics these days but this series is so good that I always stop to read it.
1. Trinity Santos interacting with Miracle we know she’s a child whisperer so I think she would teach her how to suture or start an IV especially since she’s seen how curious she is when working with Dana. It also would be good for patient morale like imagine a patient nervous about their stitches or IV and Miracle comes in just being herself and makes the patient feel better
2. Baran meeting Miracle for the first time like imagine Miracle just walking around the ED and sees Baran using her ai tool and Miracle thinks Baran is a magical princess or something so Baran offers to teach her about it while being HIPPA compliant of course
Anyway no pressure but this series is so cute can’t wait to see more!
jack abbot x ICUnurse!singlemom!reader (Miracle Centric)
wc: 0.8k
a/n: thanks to the request by @rosewoodlibrary. this is another part of the request and takes place during the honeymoon.
summary: if she walks like a princess, talks like a princess, and looks like a princess. in miracle's mind dr. al-hashimi is a princess and she wants to be one like her.
tags: fluff
little miracle masterlist
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Miracle sits behind the nurse's desk as she watches the staff walk around like little worker bees. She knew every after coming to visit so often. In her pretty little mind everyone had their place. Uncle Robby was the king of the ER because everyone listened to him. Dana was the queen because she was kind to everyone. Daddy was the prince because he listens to everyone. And Miracle was the princess… Well, she wanted to be.
Miracle wishes she was a princess but she doesn't feel like a princess. She had the crown and the dresses and she knew a bunch of princess songs by heart. And yet, Miracle was missing the magic that made her a princess. She couldn't talk to animals, she didn't have a fairy god mother, and she didn't have any magical powers. Her mommy would tell her she was a princess but Miracle knew she was just saying that because she's her mom.
Miracle wanted to be a real princess. She needed to see a real princess to follow. She scans around the room trying to find the perfect princess to be. Santos was too arrogant, Javadi didn't want to be a princess, and Mohan was too tense.
She turns to the nurses; There was Princess but just because her name was Princess didn't mean she was a real one. Perlah was too silly. Emma was the perfect princess but she was too perfect. She was already studying to be queen.
Where or where will Miracle find a princess to learn from? Miracle pouts in defeat as she sees her options dwindle away. She spins in her chair until she feels a hand stop the spinning, "Hello, little one, do you belong to someone?" The chair spins to a beautiful woman with curly hair.
"My daddy is Dr. Abbot and Uncle Robby is watching me." Miracle stares at the woman in awe.
"I see. I'm Dr. Al-Hashimi and you are?" She smiles. It reminds Miracle of her mommy's smile which she missed very much.
"My name is Miracle." Miracle smiles in return.
"Hi, Miracle. I think I've heard about you. You're very smart, aren't you?"
"Uh huh. Everyone says so." Miracle beams.
Dr. Al-Hashimi nods, "I hope to see you in action." She then is called away by a student to go over a chart. Miracle's eyes are still locked on her as she walks away. The kind of princess she wanted to be. Miracle jumps off her chair and peers down the hall to follow Dr. Al-Hashimi.
As Miracle walks slowly behind her. She watches her posture and straightens her back. As Dr. Al-Hashimi walks, Miracle takes the same steps as her. Whenever she stops, Miracle does the same. "You've got a little shadow." Dana whispers to her.
Dr. Al looks over her shoulder at Miracle and smiles. Miracle is doing the same stance as she is. The two women laugh a little before Dr. Al beckons the little girl over. Miracle walks over to her. "How can I help you, Miracle?"
"Nothing…" Miracle asks as she twiddles with her fingers.
"Okay, stay out of trouble, Little One." Al-Hashimi smiles at her. Miracle nods and scurries back to the hub.
Later in the day, while Dr. Al-Hashimi is doing a debrief, Miracle copies her with her stuffed animal sitting in front of her. The students giggle when they notice her playing. Because of the distraction Dr. Al-Hashimi turns to see Miracle staring back at her. Miracle shrinks in her seat and grabs her plush.
When Miracle is away with Dana to get dinner, Al-Hashimi approaches Robby as he works on the computer finishing some last minute paper work before shift's end. "You're little friend, Miracle. She's interesting."
"Isn't she?" He smiles, "She's missing her parents a lot right now. Her mom especially. She likes you."
"I see that. She's been copying me." She smiles back.
"You remind her of her mom." He chuckles, "And you're new?"
"She thinks you're pretty," Dana comes through the desk, Miracle stands behind her shyly, "like a princess. She thinks you are one."
"How sweet. Thank you, Miracle." Al-Hashimi looks at her endearingly, "But I am no princess."
"You're not?" Miracle pouts.
"No, but you are." She takes Miracle's hands and kneels down to her eye-level, "You are sweet, kind, and very pretty. Everyone here tells me how much they adore you."
"I don't feel like I am." Miracle says.
"It's easy to feel that way." She pinches her cheeks, "Especially because you haven't heard someone call you that in some time right?"
"Mhm. My daddy."
"My dad called me that too. I miss him every day." She gives the little girl an assuring smile. Miracle hugs her gently sending a warmth to spread through Al-Hashimi's chest. She squeezes back.
"Alright Panda, ready to go home?" Robby holds her backpack. She nods and grabs her bag, slipping the straps on her shoulders. "Mommy and Daddy are coming home tonight. Are you excited?"
"Yes!" She takes his hand.
"Bye, Miracle." Al-Hashimi waves.
"Bye Princess Al-Hashimi!" Miracle waves back as she hops out of the ED holding Robby's hand.
jack abbot x ICUnurse!singlemom!reader (Miracle centric)
wc: 1.0k
a/n: this takes place during Dr. and Mrs. Abbot's honeymoon while Robby is watching Miracle. thanks to the request by @rosewoodlibrary
summary: Miracle doesn't want her parade rained on an enlists the help of Santos to go outside in the rain before Gloria catches Miracle in the ED.
tags: fluff,
little miracle masterlist
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While you and Jack were on your honeymoon, Miracle stayed with Robby while he was house sitting for you. Miracle liked hanging out with him. He helped her make pancakes and cupcakes and pizzas. Some days he would even let her come to the ED after school and weekends to play until he was off shift. Nobody minded it either. Well, almost nobody.
Gloria had heard about Miracle's multiple escape attempts and did not appreciate how distracting she was to the ICU and the ED. Miracle should be in the daycare and as adults you lot should be extra careful. Had she witnesses a trauma like a MCI of some kind she would be traumatized for life.
One day, Gloria had taken frequent trips to the ED to talk to Robby. Which meant that Miracle had to make herself scarce or else everyone would suffer the consequences.
Miracle watches the chaos through the crack of a curtain. Gloria is arguing with Robby about something. Miracle was a smart girl and knew that if Gloria saw her the party would end in the ER.
"What are you doing, Shortstop?" Santos stands in front of the curtain blocking the little girl's view.
"Ms. Gloria is here. If I get caught here, Uncle Robby will get in trouble." Miracle whispers.
Santos looks over her shoulder, "She looks mad."
"Uncle Robby says it's her job to be mad." Miracle looks past Santos and gasps, "She's coming!"
"Dr. Santos!" Gloria's voice scares Santos stiff. As she turns around, she hears the sound of small feet pattering away.
"Yes ma'am?" She purses her lips.
"You're not too busy right now are you?" Gloria approaches her with Robby close behind her.
"Not at all, what can I do for you?" Santos smiles politely. She walks towards them and switches places with them so Gloria doesn't see Miracle sneak away. As Gloria asks her about her day to output and some other corpo-bullshit. Robby is behind her and notices Miracle tip-toeing through the hall. He chuckles interrupting the conversation.
"Something funny, Dr. Robby." She turns around.
"Just the fact that you are asking about Dr. Santos' face-to-face time and yet you are keeping her from seeing patients." He shrugs.
Gloria rolls her eyes and when she looks back at Santos. Santos bites her bottom lip, "I should probably go, labs came back on a patient." She waves around her tablet. She walks back past them and follows Miracle's path. As she approaches the North side nurse's station, she see's little ladybug rain boots sticking out from under one of the chairs.
It was still raining in Pittsburgh and Miracle was so excited to go stomping in puddles. However, it only started raining after they came to the ED. With Gloria inside, Miracle couldn't be splashing around in the ambulance bay.
"Coast is clear, Shortstop." Santos nudges her boots.
Miracle peeks from underneath, "Are you sure?" She then hides back under desk.
"Hello again," Gloria walks past quickly probably looking for another resident to sink her claws into.
"Okay, maybe here isn't a good hiding spot." Santos whispers. She looks into one of the rooms behind the desk and beckons Miracle through the door. Miracle crawls through the door and Santos follows suit and closes the door behind them. "So it's been a lot of fun hanging out with Robby."
Miracle looks through the door of the adjoining door, "Lots of fun!"
"I bet." Santos smiles at her. Miracle was who Santos admired when she was little. A spunky little girl who goes on adventures around the city with the strongest support system she's ever seen. "You look like a spy right now."
"A super spy?!" Miracle spins on her feet, "You are one too!"
"Me too?" Santos giggles.
"Yeah," Miracle pulls her hand and cracks open the door, "You helped me hide so far."
"What's our next mission, Super Spy?"
They stack their heads together and peer out into the hall. Once the coast is clear, Santos walks out first then Miracle darts across after her. Santos grabs her rain coat as discreetly as possible.
"Going somewhere, Dr. Santos?" Dana asks without even turning to face her.
"Um… I'm pretty sure there's an ambulance on the way. I was just going to go check it out." Santos says inconspicuously.
"Is that why you are reaching for a child's yellow raincoat too?" Dana looks over her shoulder.
"No…" She dangles the yellow coat under the table. Miracle snatches it quickly.
"She's gone FYI. She went upstairs when a trauma came in and occupied most of our doctors.
"Awesome!" Miracle jumps out from under the table and throws on her jacket. She grabs Santos' hands and pull her out into the ambulance bay. The rain had slowed to a sprinkle but the streets were flooded.
Once the road is clear of ambulances, Miracle jumps from puddle to puddle splashing around. Santos follows her path, laughing behind her as they kick up the water. Miracle grabs Santos' hands again and they jump around in a circle together giggling.
Miracle made Santos feel like a little girl again. She didn't want to stop and go back to doing her job like an adult. She wanted to be a kid again like Miracle was. As they spin around, Santos notices Robby standing under the awning. His face was showing that play time was over.
"Miracle, we have to go back now." Santos stops jumping around.
"Aw, man." Miracle pouts and scrunches her face, "Okay."
"Hey you two." Robby smile, "Have fun?"
"So much fun! Santos is so cool." Miracle squeezes her hand and smiles.
"The coolest. Why don't you go in an do your worksheets with Ms. Dana," He smiles at the young woman, "Thanks for keeping Miracle away from Gloria."
"She did that all by herself." Santos shrugs as they walk back inside following Miracle, "It was fun watching her though."Miracle has already taken off her jacket and got to work on her worksheets. "She's the little girl I always wanted to be."
[This is not nearly as sad as I could have made it, everyone say thank you polycrew gc]
TW: death (baran's ex wife, not explicit at all)
Aftab had just turned two when it happened; big enough to know something important was missing, to be inconsolable for weeks, crying to be held in his Momma’s arms; yet still small enough that 4 years later he doesn’t remember her. He knows of her, knows that he used to have another mother, and that he did not anymore because she turned into a star in the sky, still looks after him from there. This information too was given carefully to him by Baran, who had to explain that when people love each other a lot they have a child to share it with, and only when he came home confused from kindergarten about why everyone else talked of two adults at home when he only had one.
He was ecstatic when he met Trinity and Yolanda, his Mâmân’s new friends, she looked so lonely sometimes. He wanted her to be happy, like she was with them. Trinity was really cool, she spent her days off hanging out with him, teaching him cool tricks on the tiny trampoline in the backyard. Yolanda was a little scary at first, towering over him, but soon turned into one of his favourite adults; she would pick him up from day care sometimes, seemingly never tired of listening to him, it didn't matter if it was a made up story or something that his teacher had said.
They had sat him down after dinner one night, months after he was introduced to them; Mâmân, Yola, Trin and him in the living room. All three looked really nervous about something but he wasn’t sure what, he’d been bringing home stars on all his quizzes so it wasn’t school.
“Jigaram, we wanted to talk to you about us. You know how I explained to you that love can come in shapes and forms?”
“Uh huh,” so probably not school.
“Well, Trinity and Yolanda and I, love each other.”
“Yeah, you say it to each other all the time,” he really didn’t get what the fuss was about.
“I love them like I loved Momma, and they love me like she did,” he can hear the set tone in the way she says it, like she had practiced before she said it to him. He knows he should be brave, should pack his bags so that they can make space for the new baby, he’s meant to be a big boy now; but he can’t, he still wants his Mâmân to read to him and tuck him in at night, still wants to learn that back flip Trin had promised him, still wants Yolanda to pick him up and take him for ice cream secretly sometimes. They’re his.
So he does the only thing that makes sense to his tiny seven year old brain, he runs over from his tiny armchair to his Mâmân and starts crying, sobbing really. Trying to heave in air in between the cries of you’re mine and hiccups. It takes one glass of water and ten whole minutes to calm him down enough that he can explain that he doesn’t want to leave, doesn’t want them to get their own baby to share love with, he’s right here, share it with him, please, he loves them too, he wants them to be his mothers too.
[and they all live forever and forever in their happy little family]
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Those who are reading By the Way I’m an Olympian would you stop reading if there was a rating change because I just thought of something I could add to chapter 4 but I would have to change the rating from M to E. I could probably make it work for M but I would have more freedom with E.
