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Amelia slowly opened her eyes, wincing against the sunlight that snuck its way through a crack in the curtains. She groaned and turned her head into the pillow. She sighs and rolls over on her back, looking over at the empty place next to her. Normally it wouldn’t be upsetting to her to find her bed empty, but today it was. She sat up, running a hand through her hair and looking around. Monica’s pants were still on the floor and that gave her some form of hope. Amelia swung her legs over the edge of the bed and picked up her underwear, slipping them on before grabbing a shirt off the ground. Was it her shirt? Who knew at this point? Amelia wandered out of her room, walking down the hall and seeing Monica in the kitchen. She smiled softly at the sight of her in front of the counter.
“Morning,” Amelia husked out. Monica jumped at the sound before smiling at the voice.
“Morning baby, I made coffee.”
Amelia walked into the kitchen further, wrapping her arms around Monica’s waist. The taller woman turned in her grasp, setting the mug she fished out on the counter.
“How’d you sleep,” She asked gently, pressing a kiss to Amelia’s temple, then her cheek, then her lips.
“Amazing,” Amelia sighed after they broke the kiss. Monica slid her hand into Amelia’s, bringing the neurosurgeon’s knuckles up to her lips and pressing a soft kiss there.
“Do you have work today?”
“Sadly. I have a surgery today, for another patient from Texas. He’s finally getting help, he was scared shitless to go to the hospital because he and his parents are terrified of what some doctors would say. Meanwhile, he’s deteriorating and needs help ASAP. He’s had to suffer more solely because some assholes can’t see past the fact that he’s trans. It’s so, just, ugh. ”
Monica sighs, running a tongue across her teeth and rubbing a thumb over Amelia’s hands.
“Sorry, you just asked if I was going in, you didn’t need a whole-”
Before Monica can apologise anymore Amelia leans up and presses a kiss to her lips, slipping her hands around her waist and pressing them against the small of her back. Monica kisses back, happily pulling Amelia closer.
“I love the taste of your lips on mine,” She whispers into the air between them.
“And I love listening to your voice, so don’t ever apologise for talking,” Amelia whispers back, looking up at her.
“Are you going in or do you have the day off?”
“I’m going in at 9.”
“Oh, so you’re the one who needs to get ready.”
Amelia smiles and kisses Monica’s cheek. “I better get going then.”
Monica watches as she turns down the hall and back to the bedroom. She smiles to herself and turns to face the counter again. As she’s looking out the window above the sink she hears paws padding against the floor. She turns around and looks at the ground, smiling at Grand-Paw.
“Good morning gorgeous,” She leans down to pick him up, pressing kisses to his fur. “Are you hungry? Yeah, I bet you are. Let’s go ask your mom where she keeps the food, hm?”
Monica holds him in her arms, scratching his head and walking to the bedroom. She gives a small knock before walking in.
“Amelia, where do you keep Grand-Paw’s food? And how much does he eat?”
Amelia turns around. She was digging in her dresser for clothes. Currently, she was shirtless and in a pair of plain underwear. Monica eyes her a bit and feels a blush creeping up her neck.
“It’s in the closet by the front door, I give him like 1 and a half scoops. Sorry, I completely forgot about him, how could I,” Amelia said, unaware of the trance she put Monica in.
Monica swallows and trails her eyes along Amelia’s body. “Yeah..okay, it’s fine.”
Amelia smiles at her response and sees Monica eyeing her.
“We don’t have time,” Amelia says with a sly smirk.
“We could be quick,” Monica shrugs, setting Grand-Paw down and leaving him to run off to find his food bowl to beg for food.
“I thought you told me I do better when I take my time?”
Monica groans. “How am I supposed to make it through the day without you?”
“You’ll do just fine. Besides, I’m just a page away,” She grins, stepping closer to Monica and running a hand along her shoulder.
Monica places a hand over her hip and rubs small circles on it, licking her lips slightly. “Can we just kiss again already?”
“No time,” Amelia whispers into her ear before pulling back and turning to her dresser.
Monica groans and frustratedly runs a hand through her hair. “You will be making up for this,” She calls as she leaves the bedroom.
“I planned on it.”
Monica smiles to herself as she walks out of the bedroom and makes her way to find Grand-Paw again. She smiles at him and grabs his food bowl from in front of him and heads to the closet. She scoops his food and closes the door with her heel. She walks over and sets the yellow bowl down, patting the fluffy cat's head. “Your mom is a tease.”
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“How was your night with Dr. Shepherd.?”
Monica shoots Vin a look over her tablet.
“The fireworks were nice.”
“Don’t do that, come on, give me the tea,” They whined, setting their phone down.
“You are 17, I do not need to be giving you the tea,” Monica said with a laugh, setting the tablet down and walking over to check their vitals.
“So you had sex?”
“I did not say that!”
“You guys so did! Come on! I’m dying over here, the nurses don’t have any interesting drama going on and I’m in need of gossip.”
“I have a lot to do today, if you’re lucky I’ll come in on my lunch break, deal?”
“Oh my god, yes! Thank you,” Vin says with a smile. “Was it good?”
As Monica gets ready to leave the room she shrugs, looking at them with a fixed glance.
“Was it?”
Vin smiles and waves as she walks out, grabbing the TV remote and starting to flick through the channels. Monica smiles to herself as she stands at the nurses' station, tapping across her screen before tucking it under her arm and walking towards Caroline's room. When she gets there she looks inside and sees a certain brunette already there.
“You didn’t stay for dinner last night,” Emmy says pointedly as she walks in.
“You know I had plans.”
“More important than me? A dying teenager?”
“For the last time, you’re not dying. Yes, they were far more important than you this time,” Monica teases, finding her spot next to Amelia. “Good morning Caroline, how’re we feeling today?”