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Beep. Beep. Beep. God, she didn’t want to wake up today. “Come on, Emma, time to get up.”
Groaning, she stretched out her arms to loosen her sore muscles from the night before. Big mistake. She was brutally attacked by the Tickle Monster™, suffering blows to her armpits and stomach until the breath was knocked out of her.
“Stop!” She yelled out in between her fits of giggles, kicking her legs until they eventually caught on a large mass in front of her.
“Ow!”
“Ha, serves you right,” she retorts, wiping away the tears that had formed under her eyes. Strong arms pulled her up as she was thrown across his shoulder like a doll. It’d become such a normal routine that she didn’t even fight back.
Setting her down onto the bathroom mat, Brendon was met with the most serious scowl Emma could put on her face. She looked more like a kicked puppy. Chuckling, he gave her a peck on the cheek before saying, “We have to leave in 20 minutes! I’ll pack some food for you.”
Turning to the mirror, she was met with dark circles and a lion’s mane. With a sigh, she began her morning routine.
…
Walking into the kitchen, she was blessed with the sight of Brendon in the pink frilly apron she had gifted him for his birthday. She giggled, “Aw, what’s my princess making today?”
In a rare instance of compliance, he twirled and courtseyed, explaining, “I’ve created some egg fried rice and a breakfast sandwich.”
That sent both of them doubling over with laughter, holding onto their stomachs as they cackled at the absurdity of the situation.
Once she could finally catch her breath, she moved to the storage cabinet, setting out the plates and lunchboxes. She may have sneaked in a jab to Brendon’s side as payback for earlier, too.
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After finishing their breakfast (technically, evening snack) and loading the dishwasher, the duo shuffled back into the bedroom.
“Should I wear the pink underscrub or the purple one?” Emma held up the two choices against her grey scrubs.
“Hmm, the pink one. Makes you look adorable,” he replied, pinching her cheek.
“Ow,” she whined. “I need to look professional, not adorable,” she complained. She still wore the pink one.
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In the car, she tried to liven up the mood as much as possible. This was achieved by rolling the windows half down and maxing the volume of her White Girl Party Songs playlist while she used her hairbrush as a microphone.
As she screamed along to Firework by Katy Perry, Brendon sported a rare grin, her mood contagious.
When they pulled into the hospital parking lot, she turned to him and took his hands, asking, “Okay, what’s the mantra of our day?”
“Today will be a good day. I will smile more and be nice to my residents and med students.”
“And?”
“And, uh, I love you?” That earned him a laugh.
“No, silly, it’s ‘I won’t call anyone stupid, idiot, or any derogatory word.’”
“Do I have to?” That earned him a punch on the shoulder. “Okay, okay, I won’t call anyone stupid, idiot, or any derogatory word.”
“Finally. Alrighty, let’s go!” She said as she grabbed her work bag and took one last glance at herself in the child-view mirror.
Meanwhile, Brendon, having already left the car and opened the door for her, complained, “Come on, we don’t have all day.”
“We’re 15 minutes early, we’ll be fineee,” she drawled. Exiting the car, the duo walked together hand-in-hand towards the hospital doors.
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Brendon🦈
Ramen and Netflix at my house after shift?
Emma🐣
this is why i love u
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can we watch business proposal?
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come on!!!!! plsss i’ll love u even more
Brendon🦈
Fine. I’m choosing next time.
Emma🐣
i love u i love u i love u i love u i love u i love u i love u i love u
i could kiss u rn
Brendon🦈
Get back to work, Emma.
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Emma🐣
why do u always reject my love💔
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ur such a boomer
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