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When they're dating but it's early days, only just disclosed to HR or maybe still figuring it out for themselves, keeping it private just for now- and Baran finds herself wanting to show her love for Trinity. Her grocery order now includes all of Trinity's favourite not so healthy snacks, to be hidden in the cupboard far from a child's eyes. She switched the pillows on the right side of the bed with the ones from the guest room, because they're firmer and Trinity prefers to sleep on a rock, apparently. Her Netflix has a profile just for Trinity, though her own queue is mysteriously filled with half-watched shows she definitely wouldn't pick for herself. ('this way you can keep watching where we left off' , Trinity teases. 'Besides, I've seen these episodes before')
That's just how she expresses her feelings. Small things, gestures of care, consideration. She wants Trinity to be comfortable in her home, wants Trinity to know how much Baran loves her, cares for her.
But she also wants to show this at work, and now her instincts are taking her against all the logic they'd spent hours quietly agreeing to. No PDA at work, Trinity still carpooled with Dennis most days, no sneaking an extra minute in the supply closest just to see each other, legitimate reasons only, though shared time there could be indulged, in non-emergency scenarios. They had rules, they had boundaries.
Still, Baran found ways to give in to her urges. An extra packed lunch would find its way into the fridge, labelled in non-descript block writing TRINITY. She got Trinity a Stanley cup, a pointed reminder to at least try and mix up the countless Red Bulls with some water. If it just so happened to match the one Baran herself toted around, that was nobody's business. Trinity's car keys got an extra set on the fob, when the city got colder, and the bus stops became an exercise in navigating hazards. Baran would be there for hours longer, she told her R2. Trinity needed the car more than she did, as long as she promised to pick Baran up after her errands.
Of course, everyone else knows, or is pretty sure, that they are a thing. But no one's saying anything about it. Because it is really fucking cute funny to see Trinity lugging her massive Stanley cup in every day, with the lid that was absolutely on Dr Al-Hashimi's the day before, eating her lunch that smells just as good as Baran's, and going ham on the foolish IT guy that tried to steal one of those delicious lunches.
Worst-best kept secret Barantos is high key one of my favorites, specifically because of how utterly unsubtle they are with their eyes. There's a betting pool, Ahmad has it stored carefully on his phone - right next to the note that says McVadi Bets.
He treats the whole operationlike it has a confessional seal on it - especially because there's folks in HR and Legal betting.
Even Dr. Underwood has a few bets in - she'd stopped by his office nonchalantly to "check something with him" and slid a sticky note with her bet after seeing Dr. Al-Hashimi plant a redbull in front of the R2 who looked at her like she hung the literal moon.
— summary: how the pitt characters would react to readers baby daddy being mad because their son wanted to dress up as a doctor for halloween.
— characters involved: baran al-hashimi, cassie mckay, dennis whitaker, frank langdon, jack abbot, mel king, michael robinavitch, samira mohan, trinity santos, and victoria javadi
— content warnings: fluff, smau, established relationships, mom! reader, no specific age for reader, reader's son is named leo, no specific age for readers son, mention of readers babydaddy/ex, not proofread, set near around halloween, not set in a specific season, excessive use of emojis, characters might be ooc(?), no use of y/n, nicknames/petnames used (babe; baby; honey; my love), etc.
— authors note: i am so sorry i haven't posted anything substantial in a week or two. so please enjoy this as a make-up for my writing absence.ᐟ
dividers by @/pixopix and @/saradika-graphics . . .
Imagining Dana coming back from a sabbatical and you, her favourite nurse, has gained a significant amount of weight. You're worried about what she will think, but she's obsessed with your new curves, wants to touch every inch of you, can't wait for the day to be over so she can drag you back to her place and bury herself in your new, huge tits.
Obsessed with this request. Thank you!
Dana Evans x chubby f! nurse reader
wc: +2500
cw: mentions of suicide, depression, weight gain, body image issues, divorce, catholic guilt, pegging, LEZZA SMUT. BODY WORSHIPPING.
tags: @sunset-shimmer-girl06 @flamesofauburn @noprophet @luchmmenti96 @madxmeschemmenti @pinkthrone445 @badblood1013 (I don't have an official Dana Evans tag list, so I'm just tagging people who might be interested pls tell me to stop if you wish)
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Dana Evans has been off work for three months. Working through a divorce, moving house, and figuring out how to live her life as a single woman after thirty years with the same person. If she said she was excited to go back to work, she’d only be half lying. Being able to sleep as late as she wanted was amazing, and she feels like she has finally caught up on sleep for the first time in maybe her whole life. But she misses the people, the highs that come with saving patients, the joys of putting a smile on someone's face after they’ve been suffering for so long.
But the thing she misses the most is you. Her favourite nurse. Her bubbly princess. The woman who always checks on her, brings her coffee, and blushes every time she says anything remotely personal. Dana smiles as she thinks about seeing your face for the first time in three months. They were long months, and you thought about inviting her out for drinks, but you decided she probably needed space. That's why she was off, after all.
That and you were dealing with some things of your own while she was gone. Your new antidepressants had made you gain weight. Not just a little bit, a significant amount of weight. Clearly visible to everyone around you. You had gone up three dress sizes alone, and you had heard the whispers every time you had to find bigger scrubs because the ones you were wearing had torn when you bent down. But you didn’t care that much; that’s what you told yourself, anyway. You no longer wanted to kill yourself, so you’d take the weight gain over the depression any day.
Somehow you managed to avoid Dana for the first two hours of your shift. Her eyes scanned the room for you repeatedly, but each time you thought you had time to breathe, you got called away again. When her eyes did finally land on you, she didn’t even realise it was you. You were bent over a bed, trying to tackle a wire in a patient's room. The fabric of your scrubs could barely contain your new, round ass, and Dana chuckled as she watched the scrubs holding on for dear life. She could’ve sworn the seams were about to tear.
“Who does that ass belong to?” She chuckles to Robby, who scoffs and shakes his head.
“That’s not how you should be talking about your nurses,” he laughs.
“My nurse?” she asks, brow raised. “I’ve never seen that ass before,” she mumbles as you finally stand up straight. She notices your hair first; she’d recognise that signature messy bun anywhere. The bun that looks effortless because you spent ages perfecting it in the morning. Then she notices how your scrub top is tight around the chest, barely containing the melons you appeared to be smuggling. Your hips were wider, your thighs touched, and when you turned around, your cheeks looked fuller and rosier than usual. You smiled at her and offered her a polite wave, and her lips curved into a smirk.
“Don’t mention the weight,” Robby says gently. “She’s had some issues with people being nasty.”
“Michael Robinavitch,” Dana says, tearing her glasses off her face. “Have you ever known me to comment on someone’s weight?”
“Well, no,” he mumbles, scratching his beard. “I’m just saying. She’s finally smiling again.”
“So I can see,” Dana muses as she watches you laughing with your patient. You pat his arm and close his curtain before wandering shyly over to the nurses' station.
“Welcome back, boss,” you smile, taking a seat.
“What, no hug for your favourite old lady?” Dana teases, and you blush. Dana loves it when you blush. She notices every single time, even if you think she doesn’t. You’re part of the reason she got a divorce to begin with. You made her realise she hadn’t felt this way in a long time. Not since she first met Benji. He didn’t give her butterflies anymore, but you did. Every time you smiled at her, or looked at her like she had hung the moon and stars. The way your breath hitched when she touched your back. They were all things she had previously experienced with her husband, but not for a long time.
And the fact that you were a woman was confusing on its own. Dana had kissed her girlfriends when she went to an all girls catholic school, but someone had told them they would go to hell if they did it again. So they never did. And then there were the fantasies. She always fantasised about women. When Benji was fucking her, she would hold his hips and close her eyes, pretending he was a gorgeous woman whose curves she was holding while her breasts bounced in Dana’s face. She imagined she would wrap her lips around the woman’s nipple while her fingers played with the other. And she would cum so hard just from that imagery.
Dana liked to be dominant in the bedroom, too. She liked to take charge, and Benji often let her. He was always quite open to experimenting with his wife, so when she brought home a strap-on one day and asked to peg him, he didn’t fall off his chair in shock. In fact, he kind of liked the idea once Dana explained to him how good it felt for men. Benji shrugged, said Why the hell not, and Dana got to practice strapping her husband. That gave them a few extra years of marriage, but then even that fizzled out. Because Benji was a man, and he could no longer give her what she wanted.
“Dana?” you ask, snapping her from her thoughts. “I said, where did you want me?” She rubs her head and purses her lips, and you frown. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, sweetheart,” Dana mumbles. “First day jitters.”
“The Dana Evans still gets first day jitters?” you ask, hooking your stethoscope around your neck. “I find that hard to believe.” And the truth was, Dana never used to get the jitters. Not until you came along. And now she has butterflies whenever she sees you for the first time. Because somehow, she’s fallen head over heels for you, and now that she is finally divorced and free, that is ten times scarier than it was before.
Dana’s phone rings and everyone in the surrounding area stops and holds their breath as they wait for her to say the words. And when she hangs up the phone, she lifts her glasses to her hair and looks around.
“Okay, incoming trauma!” She grabs your arm and pulls you along with her. “You’re with me, okay?”
“Okay,” you smile, your whole body tingling at her touch.
The day is a shit show, but as always, it could be worse. You notice Dana staring at you a lot throughout the day, and you try not to feel insecure about it, but you do. You can’t shake the niggling feeling that she’s quietly judging you, thinking that you looked better before. There's always been something between you and Dana. Neither of you have ever said anything about it, and she was married before, but now you’re worried that whatever was there will go now that you look like this.
“You’re thinking loudly,” Cassie says as she walks up behind you, handing you a granola bar. Your stomach rumbles, and you take it, smiling.
“Thanks, Cass,” you say, unwrapping the bar and taking a bite at the same time as her.
“You thinkin’ about our favourite charge nurse?” she smirks, nudging your arm. “I’ve seen her starin’ at you all day. You know she’s single now, right?”
“Yeah,” you sigh. “But I’m worried she doesn’t like me anymore because I’m… well, cos I’m fat,” you mumble.
“Are you serious?” Cassie laughs. “Sorry, I know this is a sensitive subject for you, but girl, she has been making fuck me eyes at you all day. Damn, I need to get laid,” she laughs, patting your back gently. “Don’t stress about it; she’s into you.”
The next time you see Dana, you are changing out of your scrubs in the locker room. Dana walks in, and all of the air is knocked out of her lungs as she looks at you. Your skin is soft, squishy, plump. Your ass wobbles as you reach up into the locker for something, standing in your tiny thong and a t-shirt. Her whole body starts to tingle, and she doesn’t even register that she’s walking towards you until your back is against her chest and her hand is on your bare hip. You gasp, and she groans against your shoulder.
“Fuck, princess. Look at you,” she mumbles. “I’ve been imagining you out of those scrubs all day.”
“Dana,” you whisper. “Not in here.”
You turn around to face her, and her eyes are dark, blown out, and full of need. You blush and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as she stares at you.
“Baby, I need to take you home,” she mumbles. “Please?”
“Dana Evans, are you begging me?” you smirk, pulling on a pair of sweatpants. She watches your tummy wobble as you slide into the pants, and she groans.
“Please, doll. I need to touch every inch of this gorgeous body,” she says. “You look like a work of art.”
“Dana,” you blush. “You don’t have to say that.”
“I mean it,” she says, looking into your eyes again. “Seriously, doll. You look good, healthy, happy,” she grins. “I missed this smile.”
And you know she doesn’t just mean for the three months she was off. You know she means the three months before, when you were a shell of yourself and forced yourself to smile, but Dana could see right through that fake smile, and it was Dana who convinced you to go and speak to someone about your meds. You owed a lot to Dana, it would seem.
“You gonna make me dinner if I come home with you?” you smirk, and Dana laughs, sliding her hand around your waist.
“Sure, hon, if we have the energy after,” she winks, and you feel the heat flood straight between your legs.
You find yourself sitting on Dana’s couch an hour later while she pours two glasses of wine.
“Oh, I shouldn’t drink on my meds,” you say, and Dana laughs.
“One drink will be fine. You know that; you’re a good nurse.”
“I dunno, Dana,” you sigh. “I shouldn’t.”
“Okay, I won’t force you,” she smiles, sitting on the couch next to you. She sips her own wine, and her hand settles on your thigh, and you sigh. “You look really good right now,” she says. “I mean it.”
“You don’t think I’m too fat?” You ask worriedly, and she scoffs.
“No, Princess. I think you’re perfect. Can I touch you?”
“Please,” you beg. You don’t even realise your legs are spread until Dana chuckles, pushing them further apart.
“Wow, you’re desperate,” she grins. “Are you desperate for me, baby girl?”
“I am,” you whine. “I’ve been dreaming of this for years, Dana. Years.”
“Oh, my poor girl,” she whispers, pushing you back against the couch so you’re lying down. She hovers over you, her hand beside your head, and then she kisses you. Finally, after years of wanting her, wanting this, it’s finally happening.
Dana’s tongue glides against your bottom lip and her hand slides through your hair. You moan into her mouth, and she grins, her lips moving to your neck.
“God, I’ve imagined this so many times,” she says, sliding her hand into your sweatpants. You moan loudly when her fingers make contact with your clit, and you dig your nails into her shoulders.
“Me too,” you gasp. “Fuck.”
“You’re so wet,” she grins, rubbing her fingers in slow circles. She withdraws her hand, and you whine, making her laugh. “Patience, sweetheart. Let’s get some of these layers off.”
Your chest heaves as Dana slides her fingers into the waistband and tugs your pants down. “Wow,” she grins, looking at your panties for the second time today. “You’re soaked.”
“Yeah,” you sigh happily. “You drive me crazy, D.”
“You know…” she says as she slides her hands over your soft stomach. “One of the reasons I got a divorce was so that I could do this.”
“Really?” You ask, leaning on your elbows as she removes her own clothes.
“Really, baby,” she grins. “Come to my bedroom.” She laces her fingers with yours, and you remove your t-shirt so you’re both wearing nothing but underwear, and you follow her through her spacious apartment and to her bedroom.
“This place is nice,” you say as you walk, and she chuckles, pushing you down on her bed forcefully.
“It’s okay,” she says. “Stop talkin’ about the apartment and let me fuck you, Princess.”
You whine, throwing your head back as she drags her tongue over your stomach and up to your breasts. She unclasps your bra and groans as your breasts spill out. “Look at these. They’re so big now.”
“Yeah,” you groan as she palms them both. “Too big.”
“Nope, they’re perfect,” she says, sliding her tongue over your left nipple. You slide your hand into her hair and hold her in place, writhing beneath her. She can tell how desperate you are from the little whines you’re making, and it makes her own clit throb.
“Can I taste you?” She asks, and you nod frantically. She kisses down your belly, squishing the soft skin all the way down until she reaches your panties again. She tugs them down, practically ripping them from your body and tossing them aside. “God, you smell divine,” she groans, her nails digging into the inside of your thighs as her tongue flicks your clit gently.
“Fuck- m’Dana,” you whine as she licks your clit slowly with the entire pad of her tongue. “F-feels so good.”
“You taste like heaven,” she groans, her fingers spreading you open so her tongue can explore more. You can feel the familiar tingling and the coil inside of you starting to unravel as her tongue swirls and flicks. It sounds so wet and sloppy, and she looks like a fucking angel as she eats you out ravenously.
“Right there,” you moan. “Fuck, Dana! I’m cumming!”
Your back arches and your hips rock against her face as she sends you tumbling over the edge. Your ears ring, and you see stars, and she doesn’t stop; she keeps going until you feel like you can’t breathe anymore, and then her mouth moves to the inside of your thighs instead, kissing and sucking while you catch your breath.
“You’re so pretty,” she mumbles, sliding her hands over your belly again. “I hope you’re not too tired, because I’m not done with you yet,” she grins, and you laugh tiredly, because you can’t believe you’re finally in bed with Dana Evans, and she is about to fuck your brains out.
“I would’ve gotten fat sooner had I known you’d react like this,” you laugh, and Dana nips your neck.
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Summary: A workplace mishap reveals an unexpected side of you that leaves Trinity completely captivated.
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: no use of Y/N
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The alarm cuts through the emergency department with a mechanical shriek, loud enough to stop every conversation at once. A patient freezes halfway through describing the pressure in his chest. Whitaker looks up from the chart in his hands. McKay steps out of a trauma bay with one glove still pulled halfway over her wrist.
Across the department, Trinity turns toward the sound.
Her eyes search the ceiling and crowded hallways. Her shoulders straighten beneath her scrub top, and the easy sarcasm she’d been directing at a broken medication drawer disappears behind sudden focus.
“Is that fire?” Whitaker asks.
“I don’t smell smoke,” you say.
“That doesn’t mean there isn’t any.”
You’re reaching for the patient’s bedrail when the sprinklers burst to life.
Cold water crashes over the department.
Patients shout. Staff members curse. Water pours from the ceiling in relentless streams, striking beds, counters, and every person unlucky enough to be standing beneath a sprinkler head.
You happen to be directly beneath one.
The water hits the top of your head with enough force to make you gasp.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”
It runs over your face and beneath the collar of your scrubs. Your carefully straightened hair is soaked within seconds, flattened against your scalp and clinging heavily to your neck. You wipe water from your eyes while guiding your patient’s bed away from the center of the hall.
Whitaker grabs the chart before it can be ruined. Trinity is across the department helping McKay move another patient, loudly demanding to know why PTMC’s sprinklers have more pressure than the staff showers.
For several chaotic minutes, the department becomes a mess of squeaking shoes, dripping staff members, and hurried attempts to cover anything electrical. Then the sprinklers stop as suddenly as they began.
You push wet hair away from your face.
“Well,” McKay says, looking down at her soaked scrubs. “That was unpleasant.”
Whitaker looks at you.
His expression changes.
“What?”
“Your hair.”
You reach up.
The first curl has already formed near your temple.
A damp strand twists around your finger as you touch it, coiling into a soft spiral. The straightened length near your roots has begun to shrink upward. More curls are appearing around your face, springing back into their natural pattern now that the water has stripped away the smooth style you walked into work with.
“Oh,” you say.
Whitaker continues staring.
“Your hair is curly.”
“Yes, Dennis.”
“Really curly.”
“I’m aware of my own hair.”
McKay turns toward you. Her eyebrows rise.
“Wait. You have curls?”
“I do.”
“Since when?”
“Since birth, generally.”
McKay points across the department.
“Santos.”
Trinity is wringing water from the bottom of her scrub top, irritation written across her face.
“What?”
“You need to see this.”
“I’m standing in two inches of water. Unless she’s on fire, it can wait.”
McKay grins. “It really can’t.”
Trinity looks over.
Then she stops moving.
Her hands remain twisted in the hem of her scrub top. Her lips part. Her eyes settle on you and don’t move.
Your hair is changing quickly now. Damp strands gather into defined curls, some soft near the ends, others tightening closer to your scalp. The length that usually falls well past your shoulders is drawing upward. A thick spiral slips across your forehead. Another settles against your cheek.
Trinity stares as though she’s forgotten where she is.
McKay looks between you.
“Oh,” she says, delighted. “This is better than I expected.”
Trinity walks toward you slowly.
“What the hell?”
“What?”
“Your hair.”
“Yes.”
“It’s curly.”
“Yes, Trinity.”
“It’s very curly.”
McKay folds her arms. “We’ve established that.”
Trinity doesn’t look at her.
“How did I not know?”
“You’ve never seen it wet without me restyling it.”
“I’ve seen you wet.”
The words leave her mouth before she considers them.
The nearest nurse coughs into her fist. Whitaker’s face turns bright red. McKay looks delighted.
Trinity’s cheeks color.
“I meant your hair.”
“Of course you did,” McKay says.
You bite the inside of your cheek.
A curl falls across your forehead again. Trinity’s gaze follows it, then moves over the rest of you with enough intensity to send warmth through your stomach.
You lower your voice.
“Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“You know exactly what you’re doing.”
“I’m looking at your hair.”
“You’re looking at me like you want to drag me into an empty call room.”
Whitaker becomes extremely interested in your patient’s monitor.
McKay laughs.
Trinity opens her mouth. Nothing comes out. Her face is completely red now.
You raise your eyebrows.
“Anything to add, Dr. Santos?”
“You’re enjoying this.”
“A little.”
“A lot,” McKay corrects.
Trinity gives her a sharp look.
McKay smiles. “You should probably blink.”
You laugh, making the curls around your face bounce. Trinity’s attention snaps back to them.
McKay notices.
“Oh, she’s gone.”
“I’m standing right here,” Trinity says.
“Physically, yes.”
Trinity reaches toward one curl near your cheek, then hesitates.
“Can I touch it?”
The tenderness in the question softens you.
“You can.”
She catches the curl between two fingers and stretches it downward. When she lets go, it springs back against your cheek.
Trinity’s eyes widen.
“Oh my God.”
McKay groans. “She’s never going to recover.”
Trinity does it again.
You laugh. “Have you never seen curly hair?”
“Not yours.”
“You say that like I’ve been wearing a disguise.”
“You have.”
“I straighten it because it’s easier to manage.”
“This seems manageable.”
“It’s wet. It’s going to dry much bigger.”
Her eyes brighten.
“How much bigger?”
“You’re being weird.”
“Answer the question.”
You shake your head, making the curls bounce.
Trinity swallows.
McKay catches it.
“Santos, you’re on shift.”
“I know.”
“Then stop looking at your girlfriend like she personally invented desire.”
A few people nearby laugh.
Trinity turns toward them. “Does anybody have work to do?”
“We did,” a nurse says. “Then your girlfriend’s hair got curly.”
You cover your face.
“This is humiliating.”
“No,” Trinity says quickly. “It’s incredible.”
That makes everyone laugh harder.
The department gradually returns to motion. Maintenance arrives with mops. Damp sheets are replaced. Equipment is checked. You return to your work with curls slowly drying around your face and Trinity finding poor reasons to appear near you.
First, she brings you a towel even though you already have one.
Then she asks about your patient’s repeat troponin despite not being assigned to his care.
Ten minutes later, she appears with coffee.
You look at the cup, then at her.
“You hate making coffee.”
“I didn’t make it. I acquired it.”
Behind her, McKay leans against the counter.
“She walked down there muttering about curl cream.”
Trinity spins around. “Why are you following me?”
“I’m not. You’re just loud.”
You take the coffee.
“Curl cream?”
“You said your hair takes work.”
“I said that twenty minutes ago.”
“I remember things.”
McKay nods. “Only the medically important ones.”
Trinity ignores her.
“What products do you use?”
“For my hair?”
“No, for your car.”
You smile into your coffee.
“Leave-in conditioner, curl cream, gel, sometimes mousse.”
Trinity nods like she’s receiving discharge instructions.
“Text me the brands.”
“Why?”
“So I can keep them at my place.”
The teasing fades beneath the quiet weight of the answer.
Trinity makes room for you instinctively. Your toothbrush sits beside hers. Your favorite tea has a place in her kitchen. There’s a charger on your side of her bed and clean scrubs folded in her dresser.
Now she wants your hair products in her bathroom.
“You know buying conditioner isn’t a proposal.”
Trinity’s cheeks flush again.
McKay makes an interested sound.
“I didn’t say it was.”
“You thought about it.”
“I think about a lot of things.”
“Clearly,” McKay says.
Trinity turns. “I’m going to find you a rectal exam.”
“You’d have to stop staring at her long enough to find the supplies.”
By the middle of the shift, your hair is fully dry.
It’s bigger, just as you warned Trinity it would be. Soft, defined curls frame your face and gather around your shoulders. A few sections have frizzed from the sprinkler water and lack of product, but the shape feels familiar.
You catch your reflection in the dark screen of an unused computer.
It looks good.
Trinity appears beside you.
“You’re doing it again,” you say.
“I’m being respectful.”
“You’re staring.”
“Respectfully.”
McKay passes behind you carrying a chart.
“She’s been useless for three hours.”
“I treated six patients,” Trinity protests.
“And walked into a supply cart because your girlfriend shook her hair.”
You turn toward Trinity.
“You walked into a cart?”
“It moved.”
“It’s a cart.”
“It had wheels.”
You smile slowly and shake your head on purpose.
The curls bounce.
Trinity’s mouth opens slightly.
McKay points at her. “That face.”
You laugh so hard your stomach aches.
Later, during a rare quiet moment, Trinity follows you into the staff lounge. The door closes, and she steps behind you, sliding her arms around your waist.
Her chin rests on your shoulder. In the small mirror above the sink, you watch her study your hair.
“You really like it,” you say.
“Have I been subtle?”
“Not remotely.”
Her fingers hover near the ends.
“Can I?”
You nod.
She gathers a few curls in her palm with surprising care. Her touch is gentle, almost reverent. She lets the strands slip over her fingers and watches them settle back into place.
“It’s so soft.”
“It’s usually softer with product.”
Trinity meets your gaze in the mirror.
“That feels like a threat.”
You laugh.
She presses a kiss to your cheek, then another near your ear.
“I love it straight too,” she says softly. “I love whatever makes you comfortable. I’m not asking you to change it for me.”
“I know.”
“I just need you to understand that this is extremely hot.”
“You’ve made that very clear.”
“I don’t think I have.”
“You announced it to half the emergency department with your face.”
“That wasn’t intentional.”
“It was effective.”
She hides her face against your shoulder, embarrassed again.
You turn in her arms. A curl brushes her cheek.
“Maybe I’ll wear it natural more often,” you say.
Her entire face brightens.
“Really?”
“Sometimes.”
“Tomorrow?”
“I’m not washing it again tomorrow.”
“Next shift?”
“We’ll see.”
“At home?”
You smile. “Probably.”
Trinity’s hands tighten gently at your waist.
“Good.”
“Try to behave normally when I do.”
“I can’t promise that.”
She kisses you, soft and smiling. Her fingers slide carefully into your curls to cradle the back of your head, and the quiet sound she makes against your mouth leaves your cheeks warm.
A knock hits the door.
“Santos,” McKay calls. “Stop making out with Dr. Curls. We need you.”
Trinity glares at the door.
“She has a name.”
“I know. I’m not convinced you remember it.”
You press your face into Trinity’s shoulder, laughing.
When you return to the department, McKay looks at Trinity’s flushed face and your slightly mussed hair.
“I see the curl consult went well.”
Trinity doesn’t miss a beat.
“Life-changing.”
You elbow her. She catches your hand and squeezes it before letting go.
The rest of the shift continues with damp floors, tired patients, and relentless comments whenever Trinity’s attention drifts toward you. You pretend to be annoyed. Trinity pretends she isn’t flustered.
Neither of you is convincing.
When you finally leave together, your curls have grown softer around your face. Trinity keeps glancing at them beneath the parking garage lights.
You bump your shoulder into hers.
“You’re staring again.”
“I’m appreciating.”
“Respectfully?”
“Not even a little.”
You laugh and shake your hair one last time.
Trinity nearly walks into a concrete pillar.
You catch her scrub top and pull her back.
She looks at you, startled, then helplessly amused.
“See?” you say. “Dangerous.”
Trinity slips an arm around your waist.
“Worth it.”
Maybe wearing your hair naturally will mean longer mornings, more products, and days when the humidity wins. Maybe it’ll mean curls that refuse to cooperate and Trinity getting distracted every time they bounce.
You think you can live with that.
Especially when she looks at you like the sprinklers uncovered the best secret she’s ever been lucky enough to discover.
It’s almost 2040, and ER Attending — currently acting Chief, God help her — Cassie McKay is going to either set fire to the rigs in the ambulance bay, or drink her 6th cup of coffee so fast that it burns her throat, maybe pick smoking back up.
She knows which option is worse for her blood pressure… arguably. But she also doesn’t want a new line on her rap sheet for the first time in 17 years, either.
God. She needs to fucking retire. They have it planned and everything. Three more years.
“Fuck!” she kicks a trash can as she walks by it, as hot coffee dribbles down her chin. Two patient deaths and one child abuse case, and it was only 11am.
Perlah looks at her over the rim of her new reading glasses from central. The look is so reminiscent of Dana that her chest aches. But she pushes it down. Promises herself to actually, truly visit St. Mary’s soon. Bring a little broom, and fresh flowers.
“Do I need to call your wife down, Cassie?” Perlah asks. Cassie chuckles a little listlessly, “I don’t need a psych consult. Just for Baran to come back from her research sabbatical. And maybe a cigarette.”
She shouldn’t be thinking about smoking twice in under ten minutes. Damn it.
She relents, sounding a little pathetic: “but maybe you can page her and remind her of our lunch plans? We packed something for you and Princess and Emma, too. It’s all in the fridge. She’s really into meal prepping this month.”
“Always a sweetheart, that one,” the charge nurse beams, dialing up to psychiatry quick as she can.
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Victoria McKay - though she still uses Javadi at the hospital - tucks into a large chicken and rice bowl, loosening the tight bun in her hair with her free hand. She smiles easily when her wife comes bursting in, ten minutes behind schedule.
“I don’t have long - “ Cassie starts. Victoria stands, making a shushing sound and kissing her softly on the lips.
“What else is new?” she rolls her eyes, leading the older woman to a chair and pushing their lunch over to her, “I ate my half, your turn.”
Victoria as usual, left her a little bit extra. She looks up gratefully, deep crows feet crinkling around her eyes, “you sure?”
Victoria only scoffs and waves the question off. Stays standing behind Cassie and begins rubbing at the knots in her slumped shoulders.
“Perlah says you were being a nightmare.”
“Mm,” around a bite of food, chewing quickly, and then Cassie says “just miss you. Wanna be on vacation again.”
She leans further back against Victoria’s talented hands, finishes lunch within five minutes and stands, somewhat regretfully.
As they part at the door, Cassie turns back and lifts a finger in a joking “a-ha!” sort of way, as if she’s only just remembered a question.
“Hey, what’s your take on arson, by the way?”
Victoria giggles, sounding in her 20s again. Something that only Cassie can pull out of her.
“I’ll have no part in it. In fact, I’d have Harrison drive all the way from Philly to bail you out.”
“No fun.” Cassie looks around the hall and takes three quick strides back towards Victoria. Pecks her on the lips. “love you.”
“I love you too. Go,” Victoria laughs, shoving her back playfully.
“Ow, my hip!” she hears her wife joke, but shes already turning the corner to the elevator, to head back up to the third floor.
yolanda who gets migraines, who sometimes just has to lie curled up in a ball in the darkness of their room and wait for them to pass as best she can
yolanda who cannot stand to be touched at all during them, can’t even stand baran or trinity being in the same room as her, sometimes the quiet rustle of clothes as they shift or the steady breaths of her girlfriends makes her want to tear her teeth out
so the pair of them sleep in the guest room when this happens, after baran has delivered water and rescue meds that yolanda insists don’t help, a cold compress for the base of her neck too and a quiet reminder that she’ll check on her in the night
and sometimes, yolanda’s migraine will finally leave her be in the small hours of the night, and she will groggy and achy and exhausted stumble her way with one hand on the wall to guide her towards the guest room
will gently stir baran to make some room because if she wakes trinity she’ll struggle to go back to sleep again.
and baran will shuffle backwards into trinity’s always waiting arms, smiling as she feels her youngest girlfriend tug her closer in her sleep and yolanda will squeeze in too. the guest room bed was never made to accommodate three grown bodies. and baran will draw yolanda against her body, and trinity even in her sleep will reach over baran and tangle her hand in yolanda’s shirt too
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taglist: @sepisbabe @lotties-ashwagandha and @queer-of-hearts-rerun — fic based on your barantos prompt about shaking off a bad day! super soft smut
Trinity’s keys are loud in the door, loud when she tosses them in the dish on the entryway table, and loud when her shoes tumble aggressively against the closet door. Baran hears her bag tossed somewhere, the stomping pad of her feet, and a loud groan as she rounds the corner.
She wrestles down a fond smile at Trinity’s antics, who has never been afraid to express her disdain for something — who tries to hide it sometimes to be polite, but it just bleeds into her whole body anyway. Baran has always been so careful about which emotions she lets people see, so Trinity is such a wonderful breath of fresh air (even when she sort of grimace-smiles at Kaveh’s earnest but barely edible attempt at making the three of them dinner).
Trinity — still in scrubs — drags herself to the couch where Baran is lounging and flops down on top of her. Baran barely has time to move the medical journal she’s reading out of the way of Trinity’s body and huffs as the air is punched from her lungs from the sudden weight of her.
“I had such a bad fucking day,” Trinity groans, burying her face in Baran’s neck and digging her hands under Baran’s waist to hold her. Baran drapes her free arm around Trinity’s back, scraping her nails up and down Trinity’s spine.
It’s almost 9:30, so Baran doesn’t doubt it. She’d texted something curt around 7:30: be over late. big mva
And then 20 minutes later: is that okay? sorry
Baran smiled at it and replied: yes, love. can’t wait to see you.
“I’m sorry, azizam. Do you want to talk about it?” she asks, her voice lilting as she tips her chin down to kiss the side of Trinity’s head.
“No,” she mutters, her lips against Baran’s neck. Not kissing, just there, soft and warm as her breath fans out across Baran’s skin. Baran adjusts so their legs are staggered instead of thighs pressed to thighs and then brings the medical journal back up, resting her wrist against Trinity’s shoulder blade.
“Okay, well I’m here if you do,” she offers quietly, raising her free hand to gently tug Trinity’s hair out of its ponytail. She sighs when Baran starts massaging her scalp, which is always so tender after a long day.
Baran refocuses on her medical journal as Trinity slowly relaxes on top of her, each muscle group releasing one by one until it’s just her shoulders and her neck. Trinity isn’t always like this after a shift, but when she is she always comes right to Baran for attention. Which is a small miracle in itself. It had taken Trinity months to let herself be cared for even like this, in what Baran considered such a small and easy way. And sometimes she’s still uncomfortable being doted on, so Baran approaches these moments with forced nonchalance. If she had her way, she would be smothering Trinity in kisses and sweet nothings right now.
“Did you eat already?” Trinity asks, her voice sounding heavier, reverberating through Baran’s skin.
“Mmm. But I saved you a plate. It’s in the fridge. Chicken parm,” she mumbles, her eyes skimming a line on the page. It’s getting harder and harder to focus with Trinity’s warm weight on top of her. Then Trinity lets out something between a groan and moan that surprises Baran, and she raises her brow, glancing down at Trinity, who has her eyes closed. “I didn’t realize you had such strong feelings about chicken parmesan."
“I need that biblically,” Trinity moans openly now, and Baran laughs, which shakes through both of them on the couch.
“Did you eat anything today?” Trinity nestles into Baran, squeezing her tighter, hips pressing against hips, nose digging into Baran’s pulse. She loves when Trinity is clingy.
“A couple granola bars,” she admits reluctantly, knowing Baran has chastised her for this before. “But I knew I’d be coming over to a delicious meal prepared by the best girlfriend in the world.” Baran hums.
“You’re lucky you’re cute like this,” she warns, finally setting the journal down on the floor and wrapping her other arm around Trinity. She squeezes her once before sliding her fingers against the nape of her neck in a slow, deep massage. This gets the last stubborn muscle groups in Trinity’s body to finally release, and she sighs, boneless on top of her girlfriend.
“I missed you today,” Trinity mumbles, her voice doing something it only does rarely, all high and unsure. Baran can feel the day on Trinity’s back weighing her down now that she’s allowing herself to be vulnerable, even a little. Baran tangles her fingers in Trinity’s hair and holds it at the root, grounding.
“Me, too,” she sighs. “I went for a walk in that park we like this afternoon. The sparrow’s eggs finally hatched. I took some photos for you.” Trinity picks her head up, looking wounded. Baran keeps her hand in her hair.
“You didn’t send them to me? I coulda used a pick-me-up today,” she pouts.
“Oh, baby,” Baran coos, lifting her head just enough to kiss Trinity, a soft press of lips. “I felt so guilty not texting you right away, but I wanted to watch your face when you saw them. You just light up when you see baby birds. It’s really sweet.”
Trinity’s face opens and her eyes soften in a way that took Baran time to notice and even longer to learn what it meant. It’s so subtle, so monumental. I love you. I love you. I love you.
“You should feel guilty. No more walks without me,” she mumbles, settling back down in the crook of Baran’s neck. Baran’s heart swells.
“Next it’ll be no more going to the gym. No more grocery runs or smoothie outings,” she lists off things that Trinity loves doing with her. “You gonna keep me locked up here whenever you’re gone?”
“No, you’d probably like it too much,” Trinity says, smiling against Baran’s skin, who rolls her eyes but doesn’t deny it.
She takes a deep breath, kissing Trinity’s temple, who nuzzles closer at the touch. She kisses Baran’s neck, a quick peck once, twice. Then her lips press in, soft and warm. Baran closes her eyes, her fingers still tangled in Trinity’s hair. She’s suddenly very aware of Trinity’s chest pressed to hers, a sliver of their stomachs’ touching where Trinity’s dramatic flop had ridden up their shirts. Hips pressed. Trinity’s thigh between Baran’s. Baran’s thigh between Trinity’s.
“Baran,” Trinity breathes, her mouth open against her skin. It isn’t a question or a request, just her lover’s name whispered as a promise between them. Baran’s hand slides across Trinity’s shoulder blade as Trinity’s hips twitch down. Heat swirls in Baran and pools low. Her core muscles tighten, and Trinity sucks lightly on her throat.
“Trin,” Baran whispers back, a promise, a reassurance. I’m here. I love you. Trinity grinds down with more force, and Baran spreads her legs and braces her heel so Trinity can find more purchase.
She gasps into Baran’s ear, and it sends a hot shiver down her spine. Turning her head, she meets Trinity’s waiting mouth, open and wet, noses brushing, cheeks warm. Baran cradles her jaw, other hand sliding down to guide Trinity’s hips, which are growing more urgent by the moment. She’s working herself up quick, little whines falling into Baran’s mouth.
“That’s it, honey,” Baran sighs against her, lips brushing but not quite kissing, as Trinity drags and presses her cunt to Baran’s flexed thigh over and over, hot and damp through her scrubs.
Trinity kisses her harshly, her hand palming Baran’s clothed chest. It pulls the first moan of the night from Trinity, breathy but deep. Baran arches into her, heart thudding.
“Oh, fuck. Need you,” she whines, hips stuttering.
“Where, baby, I’m yours,” Baran replies quickly, automatically, pupils blown and locked on Trinity, who has her eyes so deliciously, softly closed, lips swollen.
Trinity presses her hand down on Baran’s knee, and she drops her leg. Hand practically shaking, she takes Baran’s hand on her hip and directs it to the tie of her scrubs. Baran’s breath catches, her eyes flickering from her pants to Trinity’s face. When their eyes meet, she sees the need, the ache of it spilling from her. Fuck.
In one fluid motion, Baran pulls the tie loose and slides her hand down Trinity’s pants, under her boxers. God, Baran loves it when she wears boxers. Trinity gasps, pressing herself back down against Baran when her fingers meet slick, swollen heat.
“My handsome girl,” Baran drawls, and Trinity bucks, panting into her neck. She’s already close. Baran doesn’t tease her, drawing quick firm circles over her clit in the way she knows makes her squirm.
“Baran, baby, baby. God. Fuck, yes,” Trinity moans, anchoring herself to Baran, clinging on with wet kisses to her neck as the feeling builds and crests. Baran moans when Trinity cums on her fingers, loud and broken in her ear. She works her through it, legs shaking, slowing, slowing. Kissing her cheek, her temple, lacing free fingers into her hair and holding.
“You did so good, eshgham. You are so pretty when you cum,” Baran whispers, slowly easing out of Trinity’s pants. Some choked sound leaves her, and she sinks her hips back down against Baran’s thigh, raising her head enough to see Baran lick and suck her fingers clean.
“Fuck,” she groans, kissing Baran when she’s done, tasting herself. It’s sweet, slow, and Baran hums into it.
“Feel better?” Baran mumbles against her mouth, still feeling Trinity twitch against her thigh. Her own cunt is aching, and Trinity looks so beautifully spent.
“Mhm,” she hums. “I needed that.”
Baran smiles as Trinity buries herself back in Baran’s neck, kissing her there, making Baran shiver. Then her stomach rumbles so loudly Baran can practically feel it against her own body. They laugh, passing it between them like a precious, secret thing.
“How about I heat you up your dinner, and then we take a shower together?” Baran asks quietly, lovingly. “Wash off the day.”
Trinity goes slack against Baran, the thought of food and a hot shower with her hot girlfriend so wonderfully appealing. Baran feels it, relaxes into it herself, letting their bodies meld for a long, long moment.
“I like when you take care of me,” Trinity says finally, so quiet Baran almost misses it. “You make it easy to feel like I deserve it.”
Trinity has a hard time saying I love you. It chokes her more often than not. She feels it, has told Baran so, and still she panics. Baran doesn’t push, doesn’t ask questions, just lets Trinity come to her, soft and unhurried.
“Then I’ll do it everyday forever if you want,” Baran whispers, and it’s probably too much for Trinity. Too permanent. But Baran can’t help it. Trinity’s working her way into Baran’s foundations, little by little, day by day.
“I love you so much,” Trinity sighs, holding Baran tighter. Baran’s heart does something wild and impossible, and her hand tightens in Trinity’s hair, keeping her close. She closes her eyes, exhales slowly into her temple.
Hey, I love your writing, is it okay if I request a prompt?
I would love a story where the reader us a nurse at PTMC, Dana is her mentor / mother figure.
Reader is pregnant. She's not in a relationship, but she has a crush on Trinity, even though she knows it's not great timing because she's having a baby soon.
Reader goes into labor and decides to hide it. Trinity finds out, and they argue, and then a love confession.
Do with this whatever you want!!!
thank you so much for this ask!!! you are always welcome to make a request!! i absolutely loved writing this and it somehow turned into 7k+ words so i hope it's long enough lol. there isn't too much of an argument, but there is conflict and resolution which i hope makes up for it.
not only is dana your mother figure but there's a lot more friend and family dynamics among the nurses including Emma, Perlah, and Princess. much love 🫶🏼🫶🏼
trying out dividers. i'm not sure how i feel about them yet. this was only supposed to be a prompt but quickly turned into a oneshot and came out much longer than i expected. also i promise i'm working on the final part of "Our Story," none of the ideas are coming out quite like i want them to. i hope you enjoy this trinity ask though! much love 🫶🏼🫶🏼
Pairing: Trinity Santos x fem!reader
Summary: You’ve been in love with Trinity Santos for months and after returning to the morning shift you can’t deny it. A night out with her and the other pittlings turns into a big misunderstanding. The stress of the night sends you into labor and Dana, your pseudo mother, is there for you the entire time. [based on this ask]
Tags/Warnings: fem!reader, nurse!reader, medical inaccuracies, slight angst, hurt/comfort, slightly suggestive, dana evans is basically your mom, emma nolan, dennis whitaker, victoria javadi, princess and perlah, non-graphic mentions of childbirth, misunderstandings, mentions of yolanda garcia, brief jack abbot
Word Count: 7,640
After six months on night shift you decided it was best to switch back to days. A lot had changed in those six months, the biggest one being you were now very pregnant and showing.
Planned, no, but loved nonetheless, absolutely.
Unfortunately, you realized a little too late that your now ex-boyfriend was too much of a child. It was better for you that he showed his true colors early and you broke things off. If you were being honest with yourself you knew the relationship was over long before the pregnancy even occurred.
Besides the insanity that was your life at the moment, you definitely missed being on days. You missed all your friends and you especially missed a certain sarcastic Filipina who’d stolen your heart long ago.
You and Trinity had immediately clicked when you started working at PTMC as a nurse and you’d fallen in love almost instantly. Trinity on the other hand, to you, seemed content with the flirty banter you and her had.
Trinity Santos did not do relationships, not really, and you clearly were in no position to start one. Dragging someone into your life while you were pregnant just didn’t feel fair to you. You had absolutely no interest in dealing with another child while you got ready to give birth to your own.
The dating scene was terrible and really it was no use when you had feelings for someone else.
You walked into the department with a coffee in your hand and smiled at the brightness of the day.
“Someone’s excited to be back.” You turned and saw Jack Abbot with his bag slung over his shoulders, ready to leave for the day.
“What can I say, being a nightcrawler is something one can only do for so long before you get tired of the terrible attendings.” Jack placed a hand on his heart and playfully cried.
“Oh you wound me Nightengale. I knew I always hated you.” You bursted out laughing and hit his arm as he left the building.
“Nag.” You called after him.
“Mule.” He laughed as he left. You giggled to yourself as you walked towards the nurse’s station as fast as you could being almost nine months pregnant.
“Ugh, I knew I heard you! You’re really back?” Your head turned to the side as Perlah rounded the corner with Princess on her heels. You smiled at the women as they both gave you a hug.
Their hands hovered over your belly, in silent question, for a moment before you nodded and they both relaxed their hands. Your baby immediately kicked upon hearing them talk.
“Ah see, he knows who his Titas are.” Perlah gushed and the baby flutter kicked even harder.
“No, she knows who her favorite Tita is going to be.” Princess jested.
You had no idea if you were going to have a boy or a girl. You liked the idea of being surprised, but it quickly became the biggest betting pool the ED had ever seen. They were all betting on day, sex, and time. You didn’t mind one bit, as long as you weren’t shelling out any money.
This baby was going to be a true Nightengale either way which meant stubborn and would definitely do things in their own way.
You smiled at the two women fawning over you. PTMC really had become your family and you were eternally grateful.
Growing up you didn’t exactly have the best home life which is how you ended up at the hospital for the first time after breaking your wrist while riding your bike. It was then that you met Dana for the first time and your whole world changed.
From the age of eight until now Dana had taken you under her wing. You grew up with her daughters practically as your own sisters and it was almost a no brainer when you chose your future profession.
Dana liked to joke that you were her only daughter that took after her. Granted, she had tried to talk you out of becoming a nurse, but you were stubborn and when your mind was made up it was going to take a lot to change it.
“Oh thank God, I’m so glad you’re back, kid.” Dana crossed the floor to meet you and pulled you into her arms as best she could.
“Happy to be back D.” You kissed her cheek as you handed her the coffee you’d brought for her. You personally hated the stuff, but knew she needed it.
“See, this is why you’re my favorite.” Princess and Perlah shared a pout before getting back to work. You stuck your tongue out at them playfully and they each gave you the finger.
“Damn, already being mean to you on your first day back. You should sue.” Your heart stuttered as the familiar voice filled your ears. Trinity appeared out of thin air with Dennis at her side. She was holding a bag of something that smelled incredible.
“Been thinking about it. Whatcha got there Santa?” Trinity rolled her eyes at the nickname as she held the bag just out of your reach.
“Thought you deserved a treat for finally leaving the darkside, but now I’m not so sure.” You pouted and gave Trinity your best puppy dog eyes. She rolled her eyes at you, but felt her heart lurch into her throat as she handed over the bag.
You squealed with excitement when you realized it was your favorite breakfast sandwich from the bakery down the street.
“Trin you didn’t!” You immediately took a bite and practically moaned at the taste. Trinity’s heart raced as she watched you before Dana cleared her throat, startling both of you.
“As much as I love that you’re here kid, let’s get to work. Breaks are necessary, but not before you’ve even started your shift.” You smirked at the woman as you gave her a salute.
“You got it Sarge.” She playfully whacked at your shoulder as she gave you your assignments.
“See you later, Mockingjay.” Trinity called to you as she walked off in another direction. From your peripheral vision you could see Princess and Perlah gossiping and you quickly snapped your head towards them.
They immediately busied themselves as though they weren’t just talking about you in Tagalog. You may not have known what they were saying, but you knew their codename for you was Birdie. Since the pregnancy started you had ears like a bat.
You carefully gestured from your eyes to them and they just mimicked you in response. They were always watching, just as you were.
…
You’d had a relatively nice first shift back, but that definitely had something to do with everyone giving you the simple cases. You didn’t mind too much. It gave you time to practice on your sutures and get to know a few patients.
For someone who practically waddled around the ED you brought in patients surprisingly quickly and were able to help make some headway in chairs.
The simplicity of the day could not be said for the rest of the crew. There’d been trauma after trauma and it wasn’t until the very end of the shift that they finally were able to breathe.
You were sitting at the nurse’s station, filling out your final chart for the day when some of the pittlings decided to congregate around you.
“I need a drink.”
“Look at you Crash, finally letting loose.” Trinity joked at the younger girl. Victoria rolled her eyes at the Filipina, but she didn’t really mean it.
Dennis sat next to you with a huff.
“You joining us Nightengale?” Dennis asked, getting your attention. You pretended to not be listening to their conversation and raised your eyebrows at the boy who looked completely wrecked from the day he’d had.
His face reddened as he realized that he’d asked you, the pregnant woman, to go get drinks after work.
“Oh, right. Duh. Sorry.” Trinity patted his back as the two of you busted out laughing.
“She's pregnant Huckleberry, not incapable of making her own decisions. Besides I'm sure greasy bar food or carbonated drinks are available. And maybe a dance or two if she's feeling up to it.” You blushed as Trinity came to his rescue, effectively defending you.
“If I'm dancing tonight then someone's massaging my feet afterwards.” You joked. You caught the blush on Trinity’s cheeks as she raised her hands in surrender. You rolled your eyes at her antics as you got up from your chair.
“Woah there, where are you going? I thought we’d finally get a chance to have family dinner again now that you’ve seen the light.” Dana playfully questioned as she handed you your things.
“Oh D, I.” She smiled at you and squeezed your shoulder.
“I’m only messing with you. We have all the time in the world for dinner. Go have fun. Text me when you get home.” Dana kissed your temple before waving to the rest of the pittlings.
You quickly went to the bathroom and changed out of your scrubs. You felt like a completely new person. It was nice to have some comfortable clothes on even if they weren’t exactly the typical going out clothes.
You were way past trying to dress up, but your sweatpants and tank top were way better than the scrubs you’d been wearing. Much less itchy, that’s for sure. Plus it was breathable and with all the hormones you got hot way too easily.
When you exited the bathroom everyone was waiting for you, chatting amongst themselves. Trinity’s jaw practically dropped on the floor when she saw you. You were wearing grey sweat pants that perfectly hugged your hips and a low cut black tank top that accentuated your breasts.
She felt her mouth watering before Victoria “accidentally” elbowed her in the ribs.
“Jesus Crash.” You’d barely noticed them as you exited the bathroom and fished your glasses out of your bag. You’d been wearing contacts all day and your eyes were having none of it.
“You’re staring.” she chastised in return. The two argued quietly as you approached. You turned to Emma and furrowed your eyebrows.
“You don’t want to know.” You smiled at Emma and looped your arm with hers as you led the pack outside. It was only fair that they all had to move at your pace.
Emma led you to her car as the other three went to Trinity’s. You promised to meet them at the bar. You could still hear the other three arguing from a distance.
“Those three are going to drive each other insane.” You commented. Emma nodded as she drove away from the hospital. You’d taken the bus to the hospital that morning so you didn’t have your car. It wasn’t exactly comfortable driving anymore.
“Just be grateful you were in chairs today, because those three would not shut up. Especially not when it came to cases. They were acting like animals. It’s no wonder they’re tired.” You laughed and groaned slightly as you felt a rough kick to your bladder.
Emma’s eyes widened in concern.
“Don’t worry Bubbles, the kid is just deciding to be mean and stomp on my bladder.” You let out a slow breath and regained your composure.
“Tell her that Tatie Emma says to be nice.” The baby seemed to respond to that and lightly move their hand across your belly. The sensation almost tickled, but you were grateful it wasn’t another hard kick. You did not want to piss yourself in Emma’s car.
“Kicking?”
“More like poking.” You joked as you took Emma’s tentative hand and placed it on your belly so she could feel the baby moving. From what you could tell your baby had always been active and tonight was no different.
“Woah, she’s feisty. But, with you for a mom that’s to be expected.” You smiled in agreement and held your belly as Emma pulled into the parking lot of the bar.
The two of you got out of the car just as Trinity pulled in and honked. You jumped slightly, but Emma was the one to grab your arm.
“We should’ve known she was going to do that.” Trinity had always enjoyed scaring the pair of you. You were both just so easy to scare and it usually made for a completely hilarious memory.
“She’s an ass.” Emma joked, but it had no bite.
“Yeah, but she’s our ass.” You stated almost dreamily. Emma raised her eyebrow at you, but you barely noticed as you watched Trinity get out of the car. She smiled at you and rushed to your side.
She hooked her arm in your free one and the three of you walked in together.
“What are those two planning?” You asked, throwing your head back to the two trouble makers.
“They’re trying to see whose dick is bigger.” You and Emma gasped.
“Trinity, there are impressionable ears.” The two of you laugh.
“My apologies Bubbles.” She said as she practically curtsied in front of the two of you.
“Hey, that’s my nickname for her.” You pouted playfully. Trinity mimicked you with her own pout as she rested her hand on your belly and the baby immediately kicked in response.
“Not anymore Mama.” Heat rushed to your cheeks as she walked over to the bar where Dennis and Victoria were waiting.
“Oh girl.” You turned to Emma as your blush darkened. You hoped it was hidden at least partially by the darkness of the lights.
“You’re still down bad.” Emma observed. You groaned as she stated the obvious and hid your face in her shoulder. You and Emma had taken a seat in an open ‘U’ shaped booth.
It was large enough for all five of you to fit including your bump. You liked the cushion of a booth, but there wasn’t always enough space for you anymore. Thankfully, you didn’t have an issue here.
“I can’t help it, Em. I thought being on night shift would change something, but it hasn’t. And these damn hormones only make it worse.”
“Well have you tried telling her because clearly…”
“Telling who what?” Trinity asked as she brought over two Shirley temples for you and Emma. She had a drink of her own, but you were surprised to see she didn’t have a shot with her.
“No shots for you Santa?” You pivoted. She shrugged and slid into the seat next to you.
“Not tonight. Someone’s gotta watch the kids. And I think they need the drinks more than me. They’re having some super secret conversations at the bar.” You nodded, but was grateful to her for bringing you a drink and intrigued by the possibility of the conversation.
“Oh, and I placed an order for food while I was up there.”
“You really are magical, Santa Clause.” Trinity hid the blush on her cheeks as she looked at the two troublemakers.
“Where did that nickname even come from?” You bursted out laughing as you thought about the simplicity of the name. You both could hear Trinity groan from beside you.
“I used to call her Santi because of her last name and she’s always bringing me morning gifts in the form of food so overtime it became Santa Clause and now just Santa.”
Trinity moved to defend herself, but Emma beat her to it.
“No wonder she practically threw a hissy fit when I asked what was in the bag this morning.”
“Oh look Crash and Huckleberry are calling me over to the dance floor.” Trinity was gone in a flash, leaving the two of you laughing.
You and Emma enjoyed being able to catch up with one another after such a long time. You’d seen her over the last few months, but nothing like this. You’d missed being able to talk to the nurse.
When Emma started working at PTMC the two of you easily bonded on account of being two of the youngest nurses there. Emma also reminded you of your sister that you hadn’t seen in years. It warmed your heart being around the girl and it seemed like the feeling was mutual.
When the food arrived your mouth watered and the other three immediately joined to dig in too. Dennis and Victoria were pleasantly giggly and in higher spirits. Trinity tucked into your side as she passed out plates for everyone to use.
Before you could even lift a finger she was placing food in front of you like it was a normal thing. You swallowed thickly as you blushed, but ate the food nonetheless. It just so happened that everything on the table were some of your favorites.
Once the food was gone the five of you made your way onto the dance floor. The music was loud, but nostalgic. You danced through more songs than you could count and as the night wound down you were beat.
Along the way Dennis and Victoria had downed a few more shots and were completely gone. Victoria wouldn’t stop babbling as she hung off of Dennis. He was beet red, but still smiling at it made you happy seeing them together, normally would’ve joined right in on the fun.
The five of you walked out of the bar all giggling.
“Alright, I hate to break up the two musketeers, but it’s time to go home. Vic, you’re with me. Den, you’re with Trinity and Nightengale” Emma said as she wrapped her arm around Victoria’s middle.
“Nooo.” The two of them whined, but they were really in no state to argue properly.
“We take Vic home, Trin?” Dennis tried to negotiate.
“Vic lives closer to Emma.” Dennis sighed as he climbed into the back seat of the car.
“You’re a mean Santa.” You hid your giggle behind your hands as you climbed into the passenger seat. Trinity wagged her finger at you.
“Don’t you start.” You held your hands up in surrender, but couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. You waved at Emma and Victoria as the three of you pulled out of the parking lot.
In the back seat Dennis was making disgruntled noises. The alcohol was finally catching up to him.
“Let’s get him home first.” Trinity nodded at you in agreement. She did not want Dennis throwing up in her car.
You helped Trinity bring Dennis to his room as best you could before collapsing on the couch.
“Jesus, I don’t remember him being that difficult to bring into the apartment.” You joked, trying to regulate your breathing.
“Yeah well Huckleberry’s been spending more time on the farm. He’s hiding some muscles under all that mouse. Besides, you were only one and now you're almost two.” Trinity calls from the kitchen. She brought Dennis a glass of water and some Advil for the morning before joining you on the couch and passing you a glass of ice water.
You took the glass from her, but Trinity could tell there was a shift in your demeanor. You took a few sips before drumming your fingers on your belly in thought. You looked back up at Trinity to see her already looking at you.
“Where’s you go?” Trinity’s emerald eyes warmed as you made eye contact with her.
You sighed as you suddenly became aware of just how much had changed in the last couple of months. You’d enjoyed being pregnant and were proud of your baby, but it didn’t mask how different you felt in your skin.
“What if I never get my body back?” Your voice was barely above a whisper. Trinity’s heart clenched as she heard the break in your voice. She carefully shifted closer to you and pulled your legs up into her lap.
“What are you…” The question died in your throat as Trinity began massaging your feet. Her hands moved smoothly along your skin. You wanted to be embarrassed about your callused feet, but Trinity didn’t seem to mind.
“You were dancing.” Trinity shrugged like it was the most normal thing for her to do. Part of you wanted to pull away, but you couldn’t help melting into the Filipina’s touch. Her thumbs applied perfect pressure onto the arch of your foot.
You gasped as she continued to massage every bit of the exposed skin. You closed your eyes in pleasure as you heard Trinity’s voice again.
“You were beautiful before pregnancy and you’re absolutely glowing now. Even in a tank and sweats. I have no doubt you will still be a stunner even with some extra weight, no matter where you carry it.”
“Trin.” You practically moaned as her fingers dragged up the back of your calves. She pressed firmly as she traveled up and down the length of the aching muscle. Trinity pressed her thighs together involuntarily as she watched the effect she was having on you, but didn’t stop what she was doing.
Having you this close to her made her realize she didn’t want to let go, she couldn’t.
She’d been circling you for months, even before you switched to nights, and today only further solidified that she could not hide her feelings any longer.
She was in love with you and there was no denying it.
“Come on, let's be real. You’re growing an entire life right now. Screw what society says because even a person who’s blind wouldn’t be able to deny your beauty.” You giggled at her words as another gasp escaped your lips and your entire body flushed.
This woman was driving you insane.
“Laying it on pretty thick there, aren’t you?” You were practically panting as you opened your eyes and looked at her again. Trinity’s eyes were mostly black now with the smallest ring of green around the edges. You bit your lip in hopes of hiding how turned on you were, but it was no use.
“I mean every word Nightengale.” Trinity pressed once more into your other calf as she turned on the couch, kneeling next to you. She wanted nothing more than to pull you close to her and show you just how serious she was about you.
“I really want to kiss you right now.” Trinity could tell she was practically begging at this point, but she was beyond caring. You could see her chest rising and falling faster with every second that passed. Her cheeks were bright red and you were sure you looked the same.
You knew you were worked up and you wanted her. You’d always wanted her and she wanted you too.
“I wouldn’t stop you if you tried.” You breathed. Trinity smirked as she carefully maneuvered herself closer to you. She braced herself on the arm of the couch as her lips parted in anticipation.
You could feel the heat radiating off of her body.
You licked your lips excitedly as Trinity took her time leaning in. Her body was practically vibrating and you just wished she’d hurry up. Part of you was happy that she cared enough to take her time. Just before her lips touched yours a loud crash rang through the apartment.
Trinity’s breath ghosted your lips for a moment before she pulled away and groaned.
“Fuckleberry.” You giggled as you adjusted yourself on the couch and watched her leave the room to go check on the boy who no doubt fell onto the floor in his sleep.
Your heart was hammering in your chest as you blindly reached for your phone on the table to text Dana that you wouldn’t be going home. Your stomach dropped when you looked at the phone and realized it wasn’t your lock screen.
You’d accidentally grabbed Trinity’s phone and the message she’d received made your blood boil.
Garcia😷: We had fun the other night. You should come over again Sunday afternoon
You couldn’t help the tears that fell down your face as you reached for your phone and hurried out of the apartment as fast as you could. You felt like a total idiot.
You’d really believed Trinity. You should’ve known better. She was Trinity Angela Santos and she did not do complicated. And who were you kidding, you were pregnant for Christ sake. What was going to happen when your baby was born?
Trinity did casual. Her and Garcia were casual. But it didn’t matter anymore. If her and Garcia were going to be together then that’s their business, but you were not going to get involved.
Your heart broke the more your thoughts spiraled. Thankfully they were interrupted by a car pulling up in front of you. A car you recognized very well.
“Oh kid, come on. Get in.” You waddled over to the car and climbed in as quickly as you could. You couldn’t even bring yourself to look back at Trinity’s apartment. It was all too much for one night.
You and Dana were already halfway down the street by the time Trinity returned to the living room area to find that you weren’t there anymore. She figured you were maybe in the bathroom, but when she sat down and felt her phone under her she knew something was wrong.
She checked the bathroom, but you weren’t there. You’d essentially vanished in the fifteen minutes it took to wrestle Dennis back into bed and clean up his floor. She grabbed her phone off the couch to call you when everything clicked in her head, but she tried anyway.
Trinity screamed into one of the couch pillows that Dennis insisted on buying when you didn’t answer your phone. You’d gotten it completely wrong, but somehow she still didn’t blame you for the misunderstanding. She would’ve thought the same thing if she’d seen that message.
Trinity tried calling you one more time before settling on sending you a text message and going to bed. She was pissed off, but there was nothing she could do until she saw you tomorrow at work.
Hope flooded through her as she heard her phone buzz.
Nightengale 😍: went home, not feeling too good. tonight was a fun night out with friends
The word friends hit Trinity straight in the gut. It only solidified her worst fear. You and her were not friends.
…
Dana helped you inside her house where your room was waiting, already made up for you. You’d lived with Dana for a few years when you were younger before being able to afford your own apartment. She decided it was best to bring you with her because she did not want to leave you alone like this.
Dana tucked you into bed and sat with you, cradling you in her arms.
“I don’t know what I did wrong D.” She sighed as she kissed the top of your head.
“Nothing, hon. You did nothing wrong tonight. It’s not your fault.” You cried into her shoulder, unable to stop the tears.
“How bad must I have been in my past life to get cheated on, left alone to have a baby, and then get dumped by the girl of my dreams before the relationship even started.” Before Dana could respond she heard you snoring softly, completely exhausted from the day.
“Oh my girl, you did nothing wrong. And if Santos doesn’t get her head out of her ass soon she’s going to regret it. I promise you’re not alone. Not when you have me and this little bean.”
Dana kissed your forehead and held you as close to her as she could. She too was exhausted from the day and fell asleep with you, her kid, in her arms.
When you woke the next morning you were alone, with an uncomfortable pain in your lower stomach. You pushed it out of your mind as the entirety of the previous day rushed back to you.
You pinched the bridge of your nose as you felt a migraine coming and got out of bed to get ready for the day.
Dana was waiting for you downstairs with breakfast and a soft smile.
“How’d you sleep buttercup?” You shrugged.
“Okay, my body hurts a bit, but that’s nothing new. I’m not sure I’ll sleep comfortably for the next few years at least.” Dana huffed and nodded at you.
“You’re telling me kid.” You followed her out of the house and she drove the two of you to the hospital.
You dreaded being inside the hospital, but decided it was best to just get the day over with. There was no hiding from the truth or from Trinity. It was going to be a long day, but oh well.
You walked with Dana to the hub and found a bag with your name on it. It was in Trinity’s handwriting. You carefully opened the bag to find a muffin, but you refused to eat it. You could feel the tears prickling at your eyes as you pushed it away.
“Don’t worry, I got it.” Perlah said as she came behind you and rubbed your back soothingly. Perlah gave Dana a confused look and she silently warned her not to ask. You thanked Perlah as Dana gave you your orders for the day and you were off.
You immediately got to work and hoped everyone in chairs would distract you from the mess that was your emotions. You couldn’t even blame the hormones this time.
You were just grateful you didn’t see Trinity when you walked in.
No one stood in your way as you waddled around the ED, the pain in your stomach only growing.
“Stupid Braxton Hicks.” You murmured to yourself as you moved in between patients.
You were hardly paying attention as you moved to another room and almost barrelled into Trinity. Her heart stopped as she reached out to steady you. You closed your eyes at the touch before manualling removing her hands from your body.
“Can we please talk?”
“I have patients and so do you, Dr. Santos.” You completely ignored the woman and headed in the opposite direction, away from your patients. Trinity got called into a trauma before she could go after you again.
You had to pee, badly. It felt like you'd been to the bathroom a million times already just to barely even tinkle.
You assumed this time would be no different. You walked into the bathroom and immediately felt a gush of liquid.
“Okay Baby, we're doing this.” You turned out of the bathroom and tried to not make more of a mess than you already had.
“Dana,” you called. The woman barely looked up from her iPad before you called her again. The second time she heard you she was moving like the wind to your side.
Princess was right behind her in an instant with a wheeled chair for you.
“Don't worry about anything, D. I already called upstairs. You're gonna do great. The world is ready for another Nightengale.” You smiled at Perlah at the station as the first real contraction hit.
It wasn't terrible, but it definitely wasn't pleasant either.
Another, more powerful contraction hit while the two of you were in the elevator. Your heart raced as you scrunched your face together in pain.
“Breathe hon, breathe.” Dana rested her hand on your shoulder as she moved you into a room where doctors were already waiting.
“You're about eight centimeters dilated Nightengale. You're doing great.” You gave the doctors a tight lipped smile as they hooked you up to all the monitors.
You breathed with Dana as more contractions took over. You tried to focus on the woman next to you but all you could think about was that you wanted a certain sarcastic Filipina by your side.
When Trinity left the trauma room she immediately searched for you, but Perlah and Princess stopped her.
“Where is she, Perlah? I know there's some nurse's code or something, but I need to talk to her.” Trinity practically begged after running around the entire ED.
Perlah gave Trinity a stern look and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Her water broke, Dana's upstairs with her. I don't know what's going on with you two today, but you better fix it and fix it fast.” Trinity's heart dropped as she bolted to the stairs.
“And people say we're dramatic. She could've just taken the elevator.” Princess called from over Perlah's shoulder. The two women laughed together for a few seconds before duty called again.
Trinity made it up the stairs in three minutes flat, faster than the elevator. She was breathing heavily as she ran through the floor looking for you.
When she found your room she stuttered. Her breathing had normalized, but she wasn't so sure she deserved to be in that room with you. Or that you even wanted her there.
It was then that the two of you made eye contact. Your eyebrows furrowed and Trinity thought she was done for.
That's when you reached your hand out in her direction. A smile spread on her face as she rushed to your side before she could stop herself.
“I'm so sorry.” Trinity quickly rushed out as you squeezed her hand.
“Shut up. Talk later. Just hold my hand now.” You practically growled. Trinity and Dana shared an amused but terrified smile as another contraction ripped through your body.
“It's time.” One of the doctors said as they got ready to deliver your baby..
“What?” You yelled incredulously. Trinity rubbed your shoulders soothingly which surprisingly calmed your nerves. You pushed for the first time when the next contraction hit.
“That’s it hon, you’re doing great.” Dana mumbled as you squeezed her hand hard. You were able to push two more times before it became too much. You were completely exhausted. You barely knew what the hell was going on anymore.
“Just one more push Nightengale and your baby will be here.” You shook your head at the doctor between your legs. You couldn’t do it.
“I can’t. It’s too much. I can’t.” You were panting and sweating. You weren’t sure you had any energy left in you to possibly push again.
“I don’t want this little bean to be alone, like me. I can’t do this. I can’t.” You looked over to Dana with big puppy dog eyes.
“I’m scared Momma.” Dana cupped the back of your head.
“I know baby, I know. You’re doing amazing, just one more push and it’s all over.” You could feel another contraction coming, but you still weren’t convinced. You buried your head in Dana’s neck as a new set of tears streamed down your face.
“You aren’t alone, Nightengale. You have all of the staff wrapped around your finger just like this baby will. You have Dana and you definitely have me. You are loved, this baby is loved, and you can do this. You will do it. Just one more push mahal, we’re right here with you.”
Trinity placed a tender kiss on your forehead just as the final contraction hit and you were able to push one more time.
“That’s it honey, you did it.” As crying filled the room you were finally able to breathe again. You gave Dana’s hand a final squeeze as you turned to look at Trinity with tears of relief streaming down your face. Her free hand cupped your cheek as she kissed your forehead.
“You were amazing.” Trinity whispered as she took you in and pushed your hair behind your ears.
“Congratulations on your baby boy, mom.” The doctor turned back to you with your son in her arms and placed him on your chest. He was absolutely gorgeous. You wrapped your arms around him.
“Oh my sweet boy. Mama loves you so much.” You cooed at him for a few minutes. You ran your fingers over his forehead and pushed his hair out of his face. He was perfect and everything you wanted.
You looked up to Dana who was smiling at the both of you with tears in her eyes.
“Say hi to Nana baby boy.” You carefully handed your son over to Dana as a new set of tears washed over the eldest woman.
“Nana?” She whispered quietly. You nodded.
“You’ve always been my mom, D. And I think it’s only right that he gets to grow up with you in his life too. He may not be the first grandchild, but I know you’ve loved him since the moment I told you I was pregnant.” She smiled at you and down at the tiny boy.
“Nana’s going to spoil you rotten.” Dana kissed the back of his head before holding him close. After a few minutes he got a little fussy. You got a little nervous hearing him cry, but Dana looked over to Trinity.
Dana walked around the bed, placing the boy in her arms. He immediately stopped crying and it absolutely melted your heart. Looking at Trinity holding your baby boy made everything even more real.
No matter what had happened you were still irrevocably in love with Trinity Santos.
Dana quickly checked her phone before putting it back into her scrub pocket.
“Nana will be back as soon as she can.” She kissed his feet before turning back to you and pulling you into as tight a hug as she could without hurting you.
“I am so proud of you kid. I’m so proud of my girl.” She kissed you on the forehead before leaving. She promised to cover for you and Trinity. You squeezed her hand in response and she knew you were thanking her for being there. She could tell. She’d learned to read you exceptionally well over the years.
When she got back dow to the ED everyone waited in anticipation, hoping you were alright.
“She had a boy! My kid had a boy. I have a grandson.” Dana gushed as she gave Perlah a tight hug.
“That’s amazing, D! I knew I was right.” Perlah turned back to Princess and smiled widely.
“Who won the pool?” Dana asked playfully. She knew she hadn’t won considering she thought you’d give birth on your due date, not before. Ahmad turned to the board and quickly scanned the votes.
“That little shit.” Dana pouted as she saw who won after he handed her the results. Perlah raised her eyebrows in confusion.
“Santos won the fucking pool.” Dana said and Perlah rolled her eyes playfully.
“Putang ina.” Princess cursed to herself.
…
Back upstairs you turned your attention back to Trinity who was still holding your son close to her chest. She was singing to him softly in a language you did not recognize, but it was beautiful.
She felt your stare and looked up at you with a blush on her cheeks. She realized then she’d been hogging your son all to herself. You beckoned her closer and moved over as best you could to make some room for her to sit by your hips.
Trinity fit perfectly in the spot and had one knee up on the bed to balance herself. You sat up a little straighter and placed your hand on his head.
“A few weeks ago I went to church for the first time in forever. It was the anniversary of my dad's death and I wanted to feel closer to him.” Trinity started as she looked at you nervously before pretending to continue talking to your son. You squirmed a little in the bed, but listened to what she had to say.
You wanted to say something, but decided it was best to just let her talk.
“Garcia happened to be there with her nieces; they're kid gymnasts and when they found out I used to be one they wouldn't stop begging me to give them tips. I've been kinda coaching them ever since. That's what Garcia was talking about when she said I should come over. She meant after church with her, her nieces, and Walsh, her girlfriend of three months.” Your mouth hung open as Trinity explained what had really happened and you felt even more like an idiot.
“Garcia and I are not together. Her and I are way in the past and I'm kinda hoping this right here can be my future.” Trinity finished as she looked between you and your son.
“And just in case I didn't make it absolutely clear, I'm in love with you and have been for months. I've just been too scared to say it out loud before now, but the thought of losing you is scarier.”
You bursted into tears as you reached out towards Trinity. She smiled at you, with tears streaming down her own face. She easily got up and placed your son into his bassinet before walking back over to you. She took a deep breath and pulled you into a messy, tear filled kiss.
You tangled your fingers in her hair at the nape of her neck and pulled her impossibly close before pulling away with an embarrassingly loud smack only to breathe.
“I love you so fucking much Trinity Santos.” You and Trinity giggled together as she retook her place at your side. You took a deep breath and looked at her seriously.
“I am so sorry I didn’t give you the chance to explain. I should’ve…” Trinity cut you off with another kiss on the lips.
“Nope, enough of that. I know how that text looked. You were upset and rightfully so. I probably would’ve done the same thing if I was on the other side of everything.” You huffed but nodded as you leaned in and captured her lips again.
Soon enough the two of you were breathing heavily and the crying of your baby boy fully pulled you apart.
“I think someone is hungry.” Trinity said as she got up to bring your son over to you. You were a little nervous as you moved your shirt out of the way to hopefully have him latch for the first time.
You’d helped birth plenty of babies over the years and watched just as many women breastfeed. You knew it wasn’t always easy, but you hoped it wouldn’t be too much of a struggle.
Thankfully he didn’t have a problem latching and Trinity moved around the room to get you a pillow from one of the closets to prop up your arm. She didn’t want your arms getting tired too quickly. She wasn’t sure how long you’d have to hold him there either.
She couldn’t really call herself a baby expert, but she was definitely willing to learn. There were a few things Trinity had learned over the years and she was going to try her hardest to make sure you were as comfortable as possible.
Trinity was absolutely captivated by you while she watched you with your son. You looked up at her between your lashes and blushed. She was staring at you incredibly hard.
“Not exactly how I expected you to see my boobs for the first time.” You joked, trying to lighten the mood. You were clearly very new to all of this and even with the declaration between you two, you weren’t exactly sure where you and Trinity stood on all of this baby business. Loving you was one thing, but loving your son was something else entirely.
“You are perfect, Nightengale. I meant it last night when I said your body is beautiful and there's nothing more beautiful than this. You created his life and now your body continues to provide all the nutrients he needs. Don't ever feel embarrassed for any of the things that come with motherhood. Besides, I am more than happy to admire you.” Trinity ran her fingers through your hair and kissed your cheek a few times.
You sighed and leaned into her more. After a few minutes your son seemed to be satisfied and you felt yourself dozing off.
“I got him mahal.” Trinity gently took the baby from your arms as you made yourself a bit more comfortable.
“Sleep my love, you did so good. I'm so proud of you.” She pressed a final kiss on your forehead before you finally fell asleep.
For the first time in who knows how long you actually felt well rested and completely ready for whatever lied ahead.
When you woke up Trinity was holding the baby, softly talking to him while they both looked out the window together.
“Will you stay?” Trinity turned to you and understood the question immediately.
“I'm not going anywhere. You two are my family now and I'm going to love you both for the rest of my life.” Your heart soared as you moved over in the bed and made room for her to join you fully on the bed.
She handed you the baby while she sat herself a little higher so she could wrap her arm around you and you could rest your head on her chest.
“So, what’s his name?” Trinity questioned with a dreamy look in her eyes.
“Our son’s name is Evan Angelo Nightengale.” Trinity took in a deep breath as she moved to look you in the eyes.
“You want to name him after my dad? Are you sure?” You nodded as you looked at her with pride in your eyes.
“He’s named after his two amazing grandparents. And if I do say so myself, it fits him perfectly.” Trinity had a shit eating grin on her face as she pulled you into her chest. She was addicted to the feeling of being close to you.
“It really does. And one day I can’t wait to share a last name with you and our son.” Trinity pulled you into a searing kiss. This was exactly what you’d been waiting for. Her, and the safety she brought you and your son.
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