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Three days. Three glorious days off together.
Admittedly one of them is going to have to ruin their sleep schedule over the next three days but that was a price they were willing to pay if it means they got to see one another for more than a passing glance as day shift ended and night shift started.
Emery in particular is happy to tank her sleep schedule to see the sun for once, although she didn’t need to see the sunrise.
“Turn your alarm off.” She grouses, feeling the bed dip and then an unwelcome influx of cold air.
The alarm cuts off and Emery keeps her eyes shut, willing her body to sink back to sleep. But there is too much rustling going on from within her bedroom, and extremely reluctantly she cracks open one eye to squint out at Yolanda in the dim light filtering through from the barely risen sun.
“What are you doing?” She asks, vaguely it looked like Yolanda had shucked off the sleep shirt she’d ‘borrowed’ from Emery a couple months ago and was struggling into a sports bra.
“Getting ready for my run.” Yolanda tells her.
“Your run?” Emery fumbles blindly towards the nightstand for her phone to check the time. “Yola, it’s 5am.”
“Yes…” Yolanda trails off, set about searching for her running shorts.
“It’s 5am and we don’t have to be anywhere near the hospital for 72 hours and you are going for a run.” Emery tries again, she isn’t sure if it was her sleepiness restricting the point she was trying to make or Yolanda being purposefully obtuse.
“I go on a run at this time every day, even on my day’s off.” She explains, frowning openly at Emery who had woken herself up enough now that she could stare without squinting.
“Garcia, get back in bed. You are not ruining the first morning of our time off by going for a run.” Emery stretches a hand out towards her. “I will go for a run with you later.”
Yolanda, Emery thinks, looks unreasonably adorable as she weighs up breaking her usual routine, but does eventually peel her sports bra off and, to Emery’s even greater delight, shimmies back under the covers without donning her sleep shirt once more.
Emery wastes no time into sidling up against her girlfriend, shifting and adjusting until she was curled up against the side of her, bodies flush against one another.
“You’re always so warm.” She mumbles, already half asleep once more, a trait Yolanda had always been deeply envious.
“Mhm.” She agrees, running a hand gently through Emery’s bed head as best she could. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to get back to sleep though.”
“That’s okay…” a yawn splits across her face, “just lie here for a bit with me and then I’ll get up and make you breakfast, I promise.”
Yolanda doubted that in a bit was any time soon as Emery almost immediately dropped back to sleep, but, begrudgingly she had to admit that it was nice to stop for a second or two.
Part of being a trauma surgeon meant that she’d developed her morning routine to run like clockwork. She woke up at 5am, went for her run, came home, showered, grabbed breakfast in the form of whatever she’d prepped for the week and headed to work.
Even on the odd times she and Emery had days off that overlapped, she still quite often stuck to her morning routine, because whilst she might have the day off, Emery would still be working her night shift before her day off.
But right now, as Emery shifts in her sleep and somehow cuddled ever closer to her, that maybe disrupting her routine for the next couple days wouldn’t be so sad.
(Yolanda learned early on that teasing Emery about her koala like tendencies only led to Emery declaring that she’d sleep elsewhere if it bothered her so much. Yolanda had to sheepishly walk back the teasing, because she quite liked it.
In fact, there was a lot about Emery Walsh as her girlfriend she quite liked. She is unfailingly attentive, sometimes she notices that Yolanda is having a shitty day before Yolanda does. She’s a big old romantic, loves to wine and dine her as often as she can, loves to race round to open the car door for Yolanda too.
And she’s impossibly soft, is always so sleepy and cuddly on the rare times they get to share a bed to sleep between shifts, she’s forever winding her arms around Yolanda whilst she cooks, and will honest to god pout if Yolanda doesn’t give her a peck on the lips, squirrelled away in a hallway when their shifts overlap.)
She can feel Emery’s chest moving against her as the other surgeon slept, and unconsciously matched her own breaths to the rhythm until she too fell back asleep.
When Emery stirs next it’s barely 7am, but she’s already pushing her sleep by trying to shift it to match closer to Yolanda’s for this mini break. Not that she minds, she’s always been able to find sleep when she needs it or when she can get it, and shifting back to night routine is easier for her anyway.
She is however, surprised that her girlfriend has managed to fall back asleep, usually once Yolanda is up, she’s up. But as she delicately shifts to get a look at her, Yolanda is clearly flat out, mouth slightly open as she dreams.
Being with Yolanda is making her worryingly sappy, Emery thinks, because her heart swells with affection as she tries to move slowly towards the edge of the bed and Yolanda follows in her sleep to chase her warmth.
But eventually she does manage to extricate herself, slips out of the room quietly and heads towards the kitchen with the intention of making her girlfriend breakfast in bed.
Her pantry is usually pretty poorly stocked, and she’s a nightmare for eating protein bars and the odd TV dinner. But she’d gone grocery shopping prior to this break, in part to stop Yolanda complaining that she has no ‘real food’ but also to make her breakfast right now.
It’s been a long time since she made blueberry pancakes, or any sort of meal that required measuring and mixing and paying attention to it. But how hard can it be?
She still can’t quite believe how she’s ended up here, making breakfast for her girlfriend in bed, her girlfriend who is Yolanda Garcia.
Yolanda who has been a perpetual pain in her ass at work since she first appeared at the hospital. She’s unbelievably smart, funny, sharp tongued, and drop dead gorgeous, all the things that made Emery want to get her into bed in the first place.
But Yolanda Garcia her girlfriend is also soft in a way she wasn’t when they were just fucking. She remembers Emery’s coffee order, she’ll often open her locker before her own shift to see it restocked with her favourite snacks. When their days off don’t line up, Yolanda will cook for her, will wash her hair when she stumbles through the door in the morning too exhausted to shower but in desperate need of one.
And that’s not to say her sharpness waned in light of their relationship, she still keeps Emery’s on her toes, still makes her laugh and roll her eyes and swat at her when she makes a particularly cutting comment.
The pancakes turn out…somewhat presentable, they’re definitely going to taste good judging by the dud one she ate in basically one bite.
And when she wakes Yolanda by gently calling her name, she’s delighted to see that she wakes slowly, body stretching like a cat. She blinks sleepily at her, until she realises Emery is carrying a tray of food and coffee and then she grins.
“You know how to make a girl feel special, Walsh” she says, voice low with sleep, as she shuffles up to sit against the headboard. Her voice is teasing but Emery can see the way she’s blushing just a touch.
She still isn’t sure how they went from fuck buddies to girlfriends, certainty isn’t sure how she got quite this lucky.
“What can I say, I’m a romantic.” She shrugs, a little too enthusiastic, shifts her weight quickly to stop the plates and mugs sliding across the tray. Looks sheepishly back to Yolanda who raises an eyebrow to tease before reaching out to take the tray off her, subconsciously wiggling with excitement when she sees the pancakes.
And yeah, Emery thinks, I’m so in love with this woman.