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“Orm! If you’re not out of bed in three minutes, I’m diagnosing you with chronic laziness and leaving you on bed rest,” Ling shouted from the kitchen, stirring her coffee like a woman on a mission.
A groggy voice drifted from the bedroom. “Baby, lawyers need their beauty sleep. I was cross-examining until 2 a.m.”
Ling snorted. “You were watching Suits again, weren’t you?”
Orm stumbled into the kitchen wearing Ling’s oversized medical conference T-shirt. “Consider it… research.”
Ling rolled her eyes, thrusting a sandwich at her. “Research my foot. You’re lucky you’re cute.”
Orm grinned, kissing Ling’s cheek. “Correction — you’re lucky to have this much charm in your kitchen every morning.”
Ling shot her a mock glare. “Flattery won’t save you when I find your socks in the fridge again.”
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At lunchtime, Ling was reviewing patient charts when the nurse called out, “Dr. Ling, there’s a lawyer in the lobby looking way too confident to be a patient.”
Ling sighed, already knowing. “Let me guess — she’s holding flowers?”
Orm appeared a second later with a smug smile and a coffee carrier.
“Delivery for my favorite doctor. The label says ‘For my baby, the only woman who makes my heart skip faster than her ECG machine.’”
The nurses lost it. Ling hid her face behind her clipboard.
“Orm! Do you want to be banned from the hospital?”
Orm leaned in, lowering her voice. “If it means I still get to see your face turn red, maybe.”
Ling exhaled, torn between embarrassment and a smile she couldn’t suppress. “You’re impossible.”
“And you love me anyway,” Orm said, handing her the coffee.
Ling took a sip. “Fine. You’re forgiven. For now.”
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At home, Ling was curled up on the couch in her pajamas, watching a medical drama. Orm was drafting notes beside her, glasses perched low on her nose.
“Baby,” Orm murmured.
Ling glanced up. “Hm?”
“Do you ever think about how long we’ve been doing this? High school crushes, college chaos, long-distance law school, you falling asleep on your textbooks…”
Ling smiled softly. “And you defending me when I almost cried in anatomy class.”
Orm reached out, brushing her hand. “I knew back then I’d spend the rest of my life defending you.”
Ling laughed. “That’s so cheesy I could serve it with bread.”
Orm smirked. “You love my cheese.”
“Only metaphorically,” Ling said, leaning her head on Orm’s shoulder. “But yeah. I do.”
Orm kissed the top of her head. “I love you too, baby. Even when you steal all the blanket.”
Ling grinned sleepily. “Then I plead guilty.”
“Case closed,” Orm whispered, pulling her closer.
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The next morning, Orm woke up to a sticky note on her forehead:
> “Prescription: 1 cup of coffee before cross-examining your girlfriend. — Dr. Ling ”
Orm laughed so loud Ling heard it from the kitchen.
“Baby, you’re lucky I’m still your lawyer!”
Ling called back, “You’re lucky I’m still your doctor!”
They both cracked up — same old banter, same old love — just two women who grew up together, now navigating adulthood with laughter, caffeine, and way too many inside jokes.