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You love to cook. That was your form of relaxation when you weren’t working in the pediatric department. Making food for others was also your love language. It shows that you care about someone a lot. So when you started making meals for Dr. Robby, people started to raise their brows at that.
Whenever someone asked you about it, you’d shrug, “We’re friends. I like to cook for my friends.” Which is true. Every so often you’d come to work with a container of food for a colleague because they’d been having a rough time or an entire tray of baked goods to boost up morale in he department.
Everyone knew you had a way around the kitchen, but for Dr. Robby to be on the receiving end, it seemed odd.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen them interact at work except for when she hands him food.” Mateo murmurs to Princess.
Princess looks around and then leans in, “I heard from some other nurses in Pedes that they were caught in a supply closet together.”
Mateo’s eyes widen, “No way!”
“Ssshhh!”
“Princess, what poor soul is the target of your gossiping today?” Dr. Robby asks as he approaches the center hub of the emergency department.
“No one, sir,” Princess gives an unconvincing smile and Dr. Robby tilts his head down looking over his glasses and hums.
“Your UberEats is here, Robby,” Mateo snickers with a smirk as he nods in your direction.
You’d just gotten off the elevator with a brown paper bag in hand, “Afternoon everyone!” You wave at your fellow healthcare works. A Disney badge reel hands from your scrub stop and your sparkly stethoscope hands around your neck.
Robby straightens up and removes his glasses, “How may we help you today, Nurse Y/N?”
“Well, first, wanted to let you know that the little girl you sent up to us is doing well. She just woke up. She’s coherent, drowsy, but she’s awake and well.”
“Thanks for the update.”
“Of course, I also brought some goodies for everyone. I made my own version of a snack mix so there’s small bags for everyone.”
“Sweet!” Mateo cries out, grabbing the bag from you, ready to dig into your homemade treats.
Dr. Robby chuckles and leans against the counter, “You sure you wanna continue being a nurse? Think you’d make a hell of a living in a restaurant or bakeshop.”
You smile brightly at him, “Thanks! And no, cooking and baking are my hobbies. I don’t know how I’d feel if I turned it into a career. Besides, I like the work that I do here.”
“Maybe I should hire you as my private chef,” he states lowly.
You chuckle, “I basically already am! Maybe I should start charging you for my services,” you giggle and Dr. Robby joins you.
Perlah happens to be walking by and she immediately makes a knowing face at Mateo and Princess. She murmurs to the two, “Are sure they’re not-”
“Not sure, but it definitely looks like it,” Mateo responds.
“If anything, maybe they’re sleeping with each other,” Princess says before stuffing her mouth with some of the snack mix you made.
The three continue to snack and gossip when your laughter brings their attention back to you and Dr. Robby. They watch as you grip his arm and laugh while he smiles at you.
“You three are seeing what I’m seeing, right?” Dr. Collins mumbles to the nurses.
“We’re starting a bet, want in?” Mateo asks.
“What’s the bet?”
“What the status of their relationship is. I think they’re just sleeping with each other,” Princess says.
“Mateo and I think they’re dating.”
Dr. Collins observes you and Dr. Robby for a moment and then says, “I think they’ve been in a relationship for the past three months but have been keeping it quiet.”
The three nurses widen their eyes, “You really think so?”
“No, but I’ll put twenty bucks in the pot for it.”
“Alright, we’ll get this thing running!” Mateo exclaims but not too loudly.
Throughout the shift, they rallied in other nurses, doctors, and even the residents in on the bet.
They didn’t put it on the board, but Princess put everyone’s bets in the notes app on her phone.
There have been a few times during the shift that they thought they’d be caught by Robby, but, luckily, he remained oblivious.
Or so they think.
During his lunch, Robby disappears, which is noticed by everyone and gets them all talking.
“They’re so doing it in a supply closet right now.”
“Or he might be grabbing lunch somewhere else?”
“He could be having lunch with Y/N upstairs.”
“We should send someone to check.”
Robby takes some pasta from your container already finished his, “Wanna know something funny?”
“What’s up?”
“My employees have a bet regarding our relationship.”
You snicker, “I’m surprised it took them this long.”
“You’re not helping, coming by and bringing me food all the time.”
You roll your eyes, “Well I’m sorry! I find out my fiancé refuses to eat while he’s at work so I want to make sure he’s fed!”
“I’m gonna tell ‘em. Don’t want them meddling more than they have recently.”
You shrug, “Up to you. Everyone on my floor already knows so,”
He shakes his head with a chuckle. He then leans in and pecks your lips, “I’m gonna head back,” he murmurs and then takes another forkful of your food.
“Michael, just finish it!” You say with a cackle.
“Nope! I’m done! Love you.”
“Love you,” you wave him off as he exits the the breakroom.
“Engaged?!”
Collins looks at Dana, “Did you know about this?”
The older woman nods, “Yup, which is why I refused to take part in the bet.”
“Who else knows?” Langdon asks, crossing his arms over his chest, with furrowed brows.
“Her entire floor. So, who won the bet?”
Princess scrolls through her phone, “No one.”
Robby holds out his hand, “Pay up then.”
Everyone groans as they pull their bets out of their pockets and placing them in the attending doctor’s hands. He immediately slips the cash into his pocket, “Thanks everyone. You’ll be paying for my dinner with my fiancée tonight.”