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drghostwrite · 9 months ago

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Operating Rooms…

Pairing: Addison Montgomery x preg!wife!reader

Summary: jumps around but reader is pregnant and due date is approaching fast, a few scares have Addison on the edge as she can’t imagine losing her wife or her baby. Also part of this is a rewrite of the episode where Derek throws up in the OR with Lexi.

Warnings: mention of miscarriage, blood, vomiting.

******************************************************** "Suction, There's to much blood in the field." you said as you and Derek operated on the patient.

"We're losing him!, ugh I should've just cut the cord, this is way to risky."

"Derek, just stay calm." you said, you were standing over your patient multiple hours into am exhaustive tumor removal. It was taking a toll on both of you, spending hours on you feet was hard enough but being 7 months pregnant made it even harder, you're muscles were starting to lock up as you fought the fatigue, your body was absolutely exhausted.

"Wait. It's back, He's coming back up." Mark said.

you could hear Lexie ask a question but you were zoning out as relief that flooded your body quickly turned into worry, you felt pain but not muscle pain, something was different, something was wrong.

"Dr. Shepard?"

"My mask..."

"What?"

"His mask, take it off" "Take off my mask, Take off my mask!"

you both yelled in unison, as you quickly realized that something was wrong. she quickly moved his mask as he bent over and threw up on the OR floor. you looked away turning into your arm, Mark saw your reaction looking you over.

"Y/N?" Mark said watching you as you turned to make eye contact with him.

"Dr. Montgomery, y-you're bleeding." Lexi said eyes getting wide with worry. In the midst of everything you forgot about yourself, quickly looking down to see a small stream of red darkening your scrubs, you're hands still inside the patient.

"Someone page Dr. Montgomery, NOW!" yelled Mark before rushing over to you.

"Lexi check on Derek, we need to keep this patient alive." He commanded, within minutes doctors filled the room, Meredith and Callie rushed to help Derek as Addison rushed to your side. As soon as your hands were out Mark scooped you up and rushed you out onto a gurney to get you to OB.

"Addison?"

"Right here Y/N, I'm right here."

"I'm scared..."

"I know, but we have the best." you squeezed her hand as they rushed you down the hall, as soon as you got there Arizona was waiting with monitors. "Okay mama, Let's figure out what's going on."

a few hours later you were in a hospital bed, Addison was next to you as Arizona walked in, "How're we feeling?"

"A little nervous, what's going on?"

"Well it looks like you have a case of what we call incompetent cervix, baby was pushing on your cervix and with the stress you were putting your body through, it cause your cervix to slightly dilate."

"Which caused your bleeding." Addison finished.

"And the baby?"

"The baby is okay, we gave you a slight dose of something to hopefully prevent labor, and we'll keep you overnight... and if it worsens then we can stitch the cervix closed until you go into labor."

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1 month later and you were back in action, saving lives, performing surgeries. Addison and Arizona had been keep an extremely close eye on you, monitoring work load and the baby.

That is until you found yourself in a very high-stakes trauma situation, the emergency room was flooded after a multi-vehicle pileup on the highway, and the trauma team was operating at full throttle.

“Dr. Montgomery, patient coming in with a chest wound—GSW to the aorta!” one of the paramedics called out as they wheeled a gurney toward you. The patient’s vitals were dropping fast, and her skin was pale.

You didn’t think twice. Despite the bulk of your 8 month pregnant belly, you climbed onto the moving gurney, ignoring the gasps of the staff around you. Your hand plunged into the patient’s chest cavity, fingers finding the torn artery.

“Clamp!” You shouted as a nurse handed you a clamp, “Someone prep an OR now!”

The gurney rushed down the hallway, the patient’s life quite literally in your hands. You barked orders, ignoring the discomfort in your lower back and the occasional tightening across your belly.

Once inside the OR, people were very cautiously and efficiently moving around the room, nobody dared get in your way as you operated. The nurses looking ant you with looks of admiration and concern as you moved the patient to the table, your hand still securely clamping the bleeding artery. You very efficiently let your scrub nurse gown you the best she could, just as you saw movement in your gallery.

"Dr. Montgomery, How're we doing?" you heard chief Webber's voice over the intercom. He had been showing some prospective attendings, and the board around and they decided that watching your surgery was intriguing so you had to put on your best show for them.

"Getting there, How's my ED looking?"

"Clearing out as we speak."

"Good, I'm going to need Dr. Torres and Dr. Sloan in here to help with this repair."

"Paging them now." he said before exiting the gallery.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” Callie muttered as she finally scrubbed in, walking to the other side of the table.

“Save it for later, Torres,” you shot back, sweat beading on your brow. “Right now, this patient needs me.”

But Callie’s sharp eyes didn’t miss the way your jaw clenched or how your breaths seemed shorter than usual. She stepped closer, her voice low.

“Are you feeling okay? Because if you’re not, you need to tell me now.”

“I’m fine,” you replied firmly, though the pain rolling through your body told a different story.

Before Callie could argue, the door burst open, and Mark Sloan stormed in, quickly letting the nurse gown him before he came to your side.

“What the hell are you doing?” he demanded, eyes darting from your swollen belly to the blood-streaked patient on the table. “Addison is going to kill me if she finds out you’re in here doing this.”

“Then don’t tell her,” you said, not looking up from your work. “I’m the only one preventing this patient from bleeding out.”

Mark groaned, running a hand through his hair. “This is insane. You’re literally eight months pregnant. You shouldn’t even be in the ER, let alone elbow-deep in someone’s chest.”

“Mark,” you said through gritted teeth, “I paged you to assist in saving a life, so either shut up and assist or get out of my OR.”

———a few moments later———

Callie stood across from you and Mark next to you being your extra set of hands, after a particularly strong contraction he whispered in you ear, "you okay, we don't need another scare."

"I know, I know..." you whispered back, before returning to the task at hand. 15 more minutes went by, this time you carefully leaned back a wince on your face.

"Y/N, we okay over there?" Callie asked as you readjusted.

"I think so." you shifted around.

"Look if you need to tap out..." Mark started.

"Mark..." you looked at him with your intimidating 'don't start' look, before shifting uncomfortably again.

Callie glanced at Mark, then back at you. Her lips tightened. She had been silently counting the intervals between the grimaces that crossed your face. Finally, she broke.

“You’re in labor,” she said flatly.

Your hands paused for a fraction of a second before resuming. “I am not.”

Mark’s head whipped around. “You’re what?” He hissed.

“She’s in labor,” Callie repeated, her tone almost bored and dripping with her signature sass. “And she’s being stubborn as hell.”

“I’m not in labor!” you snapped, though the next contraction almost knocked the breath out of you. You gripped the surgical tools tighter, focusing on the artery beneath your fingertips.

"Y/N." she said sternly, a stare-down happening as you were both stubborn.

“That’s it,” Mark stepped back and move for his pager. “I’m paging Addison.”

“Don’t you dare!” you growled.

“Fine,” Callie said, her gaze narrowing. “Then I’m paging Arizona.”

You groaned, your eyes flicked up to the gallery of oblivious spectators before going back to Callie’s "Okay, page Arizona... but don't cause a scene..."

She slowly nodded in response, "Can someone page my wife please." Callie said, a nurse quickly going to page Arizona, minutes later she walked in.

"You paged?" she asked, her gaze flicking between you and Callie.

"Yea," she said and motioned to you. Arizona stepped in next to you, "Y/N, you okay?" she said gently, watching the glance exchange between you and Callie.

“She’s in labor,” Callie said.

“I’m not—”

Arizona stepped closer, her hands ghosting over your rounded belly. She didn’t need an ultrasound to confirm; the tell tale signs of your uterus contracting under her palms told her everything she needed to know.

“You’re in labor,” Arizona said softly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

“Great, now everyone’s ganging up on me,” you muttered.

“(Y/N), you need to leave the OR,” Arizona urged. “You’re risking your health and the baby’s.”

“If I move an inch,” you said sharply, “this artery will tear, and this patient will bleed out... we have a lot riding on this surgery and they're all up in that room watching."

Another contraction hit, and your breath caught. Mark stepped in front of you, shielding your pained expression from the gallery where Dr. Webber and a group of investors were watching.

"Okay so we have two options, you leave and let someone else take over..."

"nope."

"Or I can discreetly hook you up to some monitors and monitor baby from right here next to you, but once your contractions get to close I'm pulling you."

Callie spoke up agreeing with Arizona. “Page Bailey and Kepner to scrub in. Arizona, you’re getting her out of here the second they arrive.”

“I’m not leaving,” you protested, though your voice wavered.

“Yes, you are,” Arizona said firmly. She met your eyes, her expression softening. “You’ve done enough. Let us handle it now.”

you looked between her and Callie your resolve finally giving in, "Okay, whatever we have to do, just don't let them see and do not page my wife just yet." you said leaning your head to point at the others in the gallery.

Arizona quickly devised a plan, Webber distracted the investors with a quick tour of the other galleries, before a few intrigued returned, Arizona quickly attached monitors to your belly allowing her to discreetly monitor the baby and your contractions. Mark stood shielding your occasionally distressed form from peering eyes, Callie covering by having the nurses rotate to distract.

20 minutes later and your contractions were drawing closer, Arizona sat behind a monitor with Ben as he monitored the anesthesia, she carefully watched the monitors whispering soft encouragement as you fought through the contractions. Minutes later the investors exited to continue their tours and Callie paged Bailey who quickly rushed to the rescue, repairing the damage so you could pull your hand out, Arizona came to your side unhooking the monitors and following you out of the room.

you entered the scrub room your hand shot out, grasping the edge of the sink as you doubled over slightly, the sharp pain momentarily stealing your breath. Arizona was at your side in an instant, one hand firm on your lower back, the other coming to rest protectively over the curve of your belly.

“Breathe,” she said gently but firmly, her tone the picture of calm. “In through your nose, out through your mouth. Come on, you know the drill.”

You focused on her voice, grounding yourself as you exhaled slowly, the contraction ebbing like a receding tide. Just as you straightened, you felt it—a sudden warmth, unmistakable and unstoppable, pooling down your legs and soaking into your scrubs.

You froze.

“Arizona…” you started, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I see it,” she said quickly, already assessing the situation. Her gaze dropped to the dark stain spreading across your thighs, soaking your navy blue scrubs. “Your water just broke.”

“Shit…”

"Okay mama, I think it's time to go," Arizona said rubbing her hand firmly into your back to try and relieve the clenched muscles.

“that might be best," you trailed.

She caught your arm before you could take another step. “We need to get you to a delivery room. Now.”

"Okay let's do this, and please, page my wife."

"Let's get you out of here first." she said guiding you out of the door.

“No wheelchair…” you said straightening and shaking your head.

“You can’t be serious right now?” She asked looking at you like you were being delusional.

“If I can still walk I will walk, no way I’m losing any dignity by being wheeled around and alerting the whole hospital.” You said sternly.

“God you’re stubborn…” she muttered, “Fine,” she relented, “but we’re moving, and I’m not letting go of you for one second.”

True to her word, she kept a steadying hand on your elbow as she guided you discreetly through the halls. By the time you reached the delivery room, your scrubs felt heavy and uncomfortable, and the tightening in your belly was coming faster.

--- time jump---

Once inside, Arizona helped you onto the bed, but you were up again moments later, pacing the room with stubborn determination.

“I could’ve finished that surgery,” you muttered under your breath, wincing as another contraction hit.

Arizona chuckled as she snapped on gloves to check your dilation. “Not a chance. Your water broke, and you’re definitely in labor. There was no way you were going to last another minute in that OR, and you know it.”

You rolled your eyes but could suppress your smirk, “I was saving a life.”

“And now you’re saving two lives,” Arizona counted with a grin gesturing to you and your baby bump as you groaned.

Time blurred as you labored, the room dimly lit, the hum of the monitors blending with the sound of your breathing. You leaned against the bed, trying to find relief, you heard the door latch engage and swing open stark white light flooding the dimly lit room, outlining an unmistakable silhouette that you knew well, your wide: Addison Forbes-Montgomery.

Her strawberry-blonde hair framed her face, her striking features shadowed but no less piercing. Her eyes raked over you, taking in the curve of your swollen belly, the sweat on your brow, the strength in your posture despite the pain contorting your face. Her expression was a complicated mixture of relief, pride, and exasperation.

“Addison,” you breathed, extending a hand toward her. She quickly made her way to your side, the door clicking closed behind her, returning the room to its soothing calmness.

"Y/N Forbes-Montgomery, I cannot believe you."

"what did I do?" you softly whispered.

"Eight months pregnant and jumping on a gurney to perform a trauma surgery? Operating while in labor? Are you insane?"

"so you heard about that," you chuckled, "whoo..." you left out a small breath as another contraction started.

"Of course I heard about it, I'm your wife, someone's got to watch out for you."

You grimaced, both from her scolding and another contraction. “I was saving a life.”

“You could’ve endangered two,” she snapped, though her tone softened almost immediately as she saw the flicker of fear in your eyes.

“Hey,” she murmured, her free hand coming to rest on your cheek.

Tears burned in your eyes as you confessed, “Addie I’m scared… it’s to early, what if something goes wrong?”

“It’s okay. You’re okay. The baby’s okay, it’s not too early. We’ve got this. You’re strong, and our baby is strong.” She leaned in, pressing a kiss to your damp forehead. “I’ve never been prouder of you.”

The delivery room fell into a peaceful quiet, save for the sound of your breathing and the rhythmic beeping of the monitors. Addison stayed close, sitting on the edge of your bed with one hand clasped over yours and the other resting gently on your knee.

She smiled softly, her strawberry-blonde hair falling loose around her face as she leaned in.

“So…about your little gurney stunt,” she said, her voice tinged with amusement.

You huffed, a flicker of a smile tugging at your lips despite the building pressure in your abdomen. “It wasn’t a stunt. It was a save,” you shot back.

Addison chuckled, shaking her head. “A save, huh? Eight months pregnant, elbow-deep in someone’s chest cavity, mid-contraction. Honestly, I expect nothing less from the badass trauma surgeon I married.”

You smirked through a groan as another contraction began to build. “You knew what you signed up for, Dr. Montgomery.”

Her laughter softened as she reached out, her fingers brushing over your jawline before gently lifting your chin.

“Yeah,” she said softly, her gaze locking with yours, “but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t scared.”

Her blue eyes searched yours, and her voice wavered slightly as she continued. “Hearing you jumped on that gurney and then finding out you were in labor—” She paused, swallowing hard. “You’re incredible, but I don’t ever want to feel that kind of fear again.”

“I’m sorry,” you said a tear of frustration and exhaustion slipping down your cheek, “I can’t live with it if something happens to our baby.”

“Nothing is going to happen,” she said reaching up and brushing away your tears with her thumb, “you’ve got me, Arizona, Callie and everyone here, no one is going to let anything happen to you or this baby. I promise.”

She smiled softly at you as you grimaced through another intense contraction, your eyes closed and head falling back. After a few moments you looked back up at her nodding slowly before taking in a shaky breath, “Can you check me?”

“What?” Addison blinked pulling back slightly.

“Check me,” you repeated, your green eyes meeting hers. “I need you to. I need to know. Please.”

“Sweetheart, I’m your wife, not your doctor—”

“Addison, please.”

Her resolve wavered as she looked at you, the vulnerability in your expression breaking down her hesitation. “Okay,” she said softly, standing to grab gloves from the nearby tray.

You shifted, turning to face her as she knelt in front of you. “Tell me if it’s too uncomfortable,” she murmured, her tone now purely professional but still tinged with concern.

You nodded, gripping the sheets tightly as she carefully checked your dilation. A moment later, her eyes flicked up to meet yours, “You’re at eight centimeters.”

You groaned in frustration as the door swung open, and Arizona and Callie stepped in. Arizona immediately crossed to the monitors, her keen eyes scanning the data, while Callie leaned against the wall with a casual grin.

“How’s she doing?” Arizona asked, her gaze darting between you and Addison.

“She’s at eight centimeters,” Addison replied, pulling off her gloves.

Arizona raised an eyebrow. “She was already at seven when I checked earlier. This baby is not waiting.”

Addison shot you a look, her protective instincts kicking in. “You’ve been in transition this whole time?”

You groaned as another contraction surged through you, muttering through gritted teeth, “Feels like it.”

As the contraction passed, you leaned back against the bed, catching your breath. “How’s the patient from earlier?” you asked, your voice still slightly strained.

Callie grinned, pushing off the wall to step closer. “Alive, thanks to you. After you left, Bailey and Kepner finished closing her up and got her to the ICU. I figured I’d leave them to it so I could come check on you.”

“Nice to see my little stunt paid off…” you smirked tiredly glancing at a playfully scowling Addison.

“I am still not happy with you, Y/N Montgomery,” she glared at you, “and don’t you go encouraging her heroics,” Addison turned to look at Callie who threw her hands up in mock defense.

”Don’t worry, I told her she was being stubborn and insane… but less focusing on that and more focusing on you getting that baby out.”

“Easier said than done.” you muttered, gripping Addison’s hand tightly as another contraction took over.

The contraction hit like a freight train, and this time, it felt like your body was taking over entirely. Your grip on Addison’s hand tightened, your knuckles white as you gasped for breath. The pain was blinding, and your legs trembled beneath the strain.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” Addison coached, her voice firm but calm.

“I am breathing!” you snapped through gritted teeth, though your words lacked bite as another groan escaped you.

Callie smirked from the side of the room, arms crossed. “Still snarky. That’s a good sign.”

“Callie,” Addison warned, her voice sharp, though she couldn’t hide her smirk.

When the contraction finally ebbed, you sagged back against the bed, your head tilting to meet Addison’s gaze. “This sucks,” you muttered, as she wiped at the sweaty hair sticking to your forehead.

Arizona stepped forward, a reassuring presence as she gently touched your arm. “It does. But you’re handling it like a champ.”

“I don’t feel like a champ,” you groaned,.“I feel like I’m being ripped in half.”

Addison, pressed a kiss to your temple, “You’re strong,” she said quietly. “And you’re so close. You’ve been through worse than this.”

You scoffed, managing a small laugh through the pain. “Yeah, but none of those involved pushing out a whole person.”

Before anyone could respond, another contraction ripped through you, this one stronger than the last. Your body tensed, and a sharp cry escaped your lips. Addison immediately leaned closer, her hands steady on yours as she helped you focus on her voice.

“Breathe in,” she guided. “And out. That’s it. Stay with me, sweetheart.”

When the wave finally passed, your head fell back against the bed, tears streaking your cheeks.

Arizona’s voice broke through the moment. “Okay, I think we’re getting there. How are you feeling?”

You groaned. “Like I’m ready to be done.”

“Well,” Arizona stepped closer to check your progress, her brow furrowing as she examined you. “You’re at nine and a half centimeters,” she announced. “Almost there.”

“This feels never ending,” you groaned. “God will it ever end… and I swear to God if anyone says anything, or if I hear about any betting pools that Mark started, I will murder someone.”

Addison’s eyes softened as she looked at you, her thumb brushing across your knuckles. “Let’s just focus on one thing at a time. Right now, all we’re worried about is meeting our baby.”

You nodded, the tears pooling in your eyes again as you whispered, “I just want her to be okay.”

“She will be,” Addison said, her voice steady and sure. “We’re going to meet her, and she’s going to be perfect.”

———time jump———

The room feels both chaotic and silent, the air thick with anticipation as you pace back and forth, your hands pressing against your lower back in frustration. Every contraction feels like it’s pulling you apart, but you refuse to give in to the demands of your body—or to the suggestions of everyone else in the room.

“Would you please sit down or lay down?” Arizona finally pleads, standing off to the side with Callie.

You shoot her a glare, your lips curling into a snarky retort. “Sure, Robbins. I’ll lay down the second you deliver this baby for me. Oh wait, you can’t.”

Callie snorts, trying to hide her laugh behind her hand. Addison, standing a few feet away with her arms crossed, watches you carefully, her concerned gaze trailing your every move.

“Pacing helps,” you snap again, preempting their protests. “And don’t tell me to breathe—I am breathing, thank you very much. Breathing doesn’t make this baby come out any faster.”

Arizona, leaning casually against the counter, smirks. “It might not make her come out faster, but it’ll keep you from passing out.”

“I’m a world class trauma surgeon, I can a few simple breathing techniques.”

Arizona throws her hands up in surrender while Callie whispers to Addison, “She’s terrifying when she’s in labor.”

“I heard that,” you mutter, rolling your eyes as you stop in your tracks, gripping the back of the bed as another contraction ripples through you.

“You’re almost there,” Addison murmurs softly, stepping closer to you.

“Almost where? The fiery pits of hell? Because that’s exactly what this feels like.” You huff, glaring at her even as you lean into her steadying touch. Addison chuckles softly as you lean into her, wrapping her arms around you as your head falls against her shoulder and you sway gently. “You’re snarky when you’re in pain.”

“Oh, you noticed?” you snap, shooting her a look. “Tell you what, next time you can be the one hauling around an entire human being in your body while everyone insists on telling you what to do.”

Addison raises an eyebrow but doesn’t respond, her eyes filled with love and amusement despite your tone.

Before anyone can respond, you swaying comes to an abrupt halt, one of your hands leaves your bump to grasp Addison arm as a wave of intense pressure washes over you. Your forehead falls against her neck, your breathing uneven.

“It’s time, I need to push,” your voice breaking, the weight of the statement hanging in the air.

Addison’s arms wrap around you instantly, her voice soft but steady. “Okay, sweetheart. Let’s see where you’re at.”

Arizona quickly steps forward, gently guiding Addison aside for a moment to check your dilation. After a few seconds, she looks up with a small, reassuring smile. “You’re at 10 centimeters. It’s time.”

You let out a shaky sigh, muttering, “Thank God,” before groaning at the intensity of another contraction.

Addison chuckles, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You’ve got this, love. Let’s get you to the bed so we can meet our little girl.”

Reluctantly, you let Addison guide you back to the bed, every movement careful and deliberate as the pressure builds. As Callie returns with two nurses, you let out a small sigh of relief seeing familiar faces. The familiar faces are a relief, their calm demeanor giving you some semblance of control as they set up around you.

Addison leans you forward to crawl in the bed behind you, she leaned you back into her a leg on either side supporting you as you held onto her knee, your other hand in hers, her spare hand wiped sweaty hair from your forehead as you leaned your temple against her face.

Arizona takes her position at the foot of the bed, her hands steady and her demeanor calm. “Alright on this next contraction I want you to push, okay?”

The next contraction tears through you, and you cry out, gripping Addison’s hand as you bear down. “It hurts—it burns!” you yell, tears stinging your eyes.

Addison nods, her lips pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “I know, sweetheart. That’s the ring of fire. You’re so close. You’re doing amazing.”

Arizona’s voice cuts through the haze of pain. “The baby’s crowning. Just a few more pushes, and we’ll see her head.”

You cry out, the effort and the pain almost too much, but Addison’s voice grounds you. “You’re so strong. You’re a badass, remember? You’ve got this.”

Callie glances down instinctively, her curiosity getting the better of her, and you catch her out of the corner of your eye.

“Callie!” you snap, through clenched teeth. “You’re my best friend, you’ve seen me drunk, you’ve seen me half naked but You’re not supposed to see my baby’s head between my legs!”

Callie holds her hands up in mock surrender, her face breaking into a grin despite your glare. “Hey, I was just checking the progress! It’s impressive!”

Addison stifles a laugh, squeezing your hand as you bear down again. Arizona’s calm voice fills the room. “The head’s out! One more big push, and we’ll have the shoulders.”

"Addie I don't know if I can do this, I'm so tired."

"Darling you are so close, just one more… one more, let’s meet our baby girl."

"Addison..." you whimpered, before gritting your teeth together to start pushing.

You groan, tears streaming down your face as you muster every ounce of strength left in your body. Finally, Arizona’s voice rings out. “The shoulders are out!”

Then after a few pushes, whispered curses and lots of different emotions, the sound you’ve been waiting for—your baby’s first cry, loud and strong, fills the room, you hold a beautiful baby girl against your chest, she already has a full head of reddish hair, her eyes blue with just the slightest tint of green coming through them.

“You did so good mama, I’m so proud of you.” Addison said, watching you as you held your daughter.

“She’s gorgeous…” you whispered, taking in the lovestruck feeling.

“Just like her mommy’s.” Arizona said coming in to check on you one last time, a bright smile pulling across her face, Callie followed behind to check on you.

“Mm..” you chuckled, “thank you Arizona, for taking care of our girl.”

“Oh you know I would do anything for you, both of you.”

“Well next time a little heads up would be nice, and next time no operating rooms that close to the due date.”

“But…” you whined out, “and who said about next time?”

“Oh y'all make gorgeous and brilliant babies there will definitely be a next time.”

“gorgeous and brilliant, you hear that little one…” you whispered softly down to you baby as she cooed back up at you.

“I’d say if we’re not careful we’re gonna have a world class surgeon on our hands.” Addison beamed down with a smile before kissing your lips.

“Mm knowing y’all’s brains, you’re gonna have genius babies…” Callie said and you all laughed together as they exited to give you the room.

"Hmm are you gonna be a little genius baby?" you cooed down at the infant in your arms, before smiling back up at Addison, she was in awe and placed a loving kiss to your lips.

"So long as they aren't as daring as their mother..."

"Oh hush, it keeps you guessing..." you said teasing back.

"Something like that" she smiled down at you

#x yn #pregnancy #greys anatomy #giving birth #x reader #addisonmontgomeryxreader #addison montgomery #greys abc #greys #callie torres #mark sloan #arizona robbins

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oneshotnewbie · 3 months ago

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hii! i love like all of your works and was hoping to request a story here:

arizona robbins x younger daughter reader (like 8-10?) where arizona takes reader to work with her because the babysitter cancelled last minute or something and reader ends up wandering off while arizonas discussing something with someone because reader gets distracted and bored easily and arizona like frantically searches everywhere for her until she finds her in the basement goofing around with alex or one of the other famous doctors? 🤞😭❤️

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The shrill vibration of the cell phone made Arizona Robbins abruptly wake from her sleep. She blinked against the darkness that still enveloped her bedroom. In the dim light of the display, she recognized the name of her babysitter, Claire. With an uneasy feeling in her stomach, she reached for the cell phone and answered the call.

"Claire, is everything okay?" she asked, her voice still rough from the sleep from which she had been rudely awakened. "Arizona, I'm so sorry," the woman on the other end of the phone began apologetically. "I got sick last night and have a fever. I can't look after y/n today. I wanted to let you know."

Arizona's heart skipped a beat and she felt worries piling up in her head. A glance at the clock told her that it was just 5:45 a.m. The day hadn't even really started yet, and she was already faced with a problem. "Oh, Claire, I'm sorry to hear that. Don't worry, I hope you get well soon," she said, even though she was frantically thinking about how she could organize this day. She hung up and slowly let the phone sink onto her bed covers.

At that moment she heard the soft patter of small feet in the hallway. The door to her bedroom opened and you stood in the doorway, your hair wildly tousled and your eyes still half asleep with your favorite stuffed animal tucked between your arm and chest. "Mommy? Why are you awake?" you asked quietly and continued on your way to her bed.

Arizona gave a tired but warm smile and pulled the covers aside so you could slip into bed with her. "Good morning, baby," she murmured as you snuggled up to her. "Unfortunately, Claire can't look after you today because she's sick."

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. "And who's looking after me today?"

"Me, my sweetheart. You can come to work with me today," your mother explained to you and watched as your face turned into pure excitement. "Really?!" you exclaimed and sat up, immediately forgetting your tiredness. "I can come to the hospital? With you?"

Your mother laughed when she saw the joy in your eyes and gently stroked your hair. "Yeah, exactly. But we have to hurry, okay? We have a lot to do and you have to promise me that you'll be good."

"I promise! I'll be the best helper," you explained with a serious expression and quickly climbed out of bed.

Arizona swung her legs out of bed and followed you into the kitchen. The morning routine had to be quick and efficient now, but chaos was inevitable - like every morning. While she tried to get the toaster to toast her bagels faster, you rummaged through your drawers looking for your "perfect superhero outfit." Clothes were scattered everywhere as you settled on a blue Supergirl t-shirt that you thought was the best for a "doctor's day.

"Mommy, look, I'm ready!" you stood triumphantly in the doorway and proudly pointed to your shirt dangling over your pajama pants. Your mother laughed again. "That's a great shirt, superhero. But we better put some jeans on you so you look like a real doctor, okay?"

You nodded eagerly and ran to get your jeans. Meanwhile, Arizona prepared you a quick breakfast - pancakes, your favorite food. She knew you had a stressful day ahead of you and wanted to at least make sure you started off in a good mood.

When you were both finally there and the kitchen was - at least halfway - back in order, Arizona helped you pack your bag. "We'll take some toys with us in case you get bored," she explained as she packed coloring books, pens, your stuffed animal Emma and some snacks. "You know I can't be with you all the time because I have to work. But I think some of my friends will play with you if they have time."

"I know Mommy," you replied, now feeling dressed and ready. "But I'm still glad I get to go with you. It's much better than staying home." Your eyes sparkled with excitement and Arizona couldn't help but smile. She knew the day was going to be an adventure for you and she was happy to be able to share this special moment with her daughter.

The drive to the hospital was an endless series of your questions: "Can I say hi to the babies?", "Can I help you be a doctor?", "Do they have super help at the hospital?" Arizona patiently answered each question and enjoyed the liveliness you brought to her car and her heart. Even the early morning traffic and the dark clouds in the sky couldn't take away her joy when she saw your sparkling eyes.

"You know, there are a lot of super helpers in the hospital and you know some of them. Alex, Miranda, Teddy.." she said, briefly looking in the rearview mirror to smile at you. "But I'm glad I have my little super helper with me today." You grinned proudly and swung your legs back and forth.

When they finally arrived at the hospital, Arizona felt a rush of nostalgia as she walked through the doors hand in hand with you. Many of the nurses and doctors who greeted her smiled when they saw you. "Good morning, y/n!" a nurse called when she spotted you.

"I'm my mommy's helper today!" you declared proudly, skipping along beside your mother as she walked through the hospital halls. "I'll be a good boy and help."

Arizona felt your hand firmly in hers as they walked through the busy hospital corridor. She was glad that she had managed to arrive on time despite the hectic morning. Your eyes were still shining with excitement as you curiously looked at the people and sounds around you. "Mommy, are these all your friends?" you asked with a smile as you walked past the doctors and nurses who continued to greet Arizona in a friendly manner.

"Some of them, yes," your mother replied with a warm smile. "But now let's go to my office, okay?"

But before they reached the doors of the children's ward, Arizona heard her name. The familiar voice of Dr. Miranda Bailey echoed throughout the corridor. Arizona stopped and turned around, pulling you closer to her.

Bailey walked quickly towards you both, a medical file clutched tightly in her hand. She smiled down when she saw you. "Well, who do we have here? Good morning, y/n."

You beamed when you recognized Bailey. You had seen her several times before, when she came to the hospital with you or when she came to a party at the house, and you always found the "strict lady" fascinating. "Good morning, Miranda," you replied politely. "I'm my mommy's helper today."

Bailey laughed softly and winked at Arizona. "Oh, I see we have professional support today." Then her expression became serious and she turned back to your mother. "But, Arizona, we have a case I need to discuss with you. It's important.

Arizona noticed the worried look on Bailey's face and nodded. "Of course, what is it about?" she asked, holding your hand and trying to draw her attention to the conversation.

Bailey pulled up the file and pointed to a picture of an ultrasound. "We have a newborn on Ward 4 with a complex heart defect. It's a rare diagnosis and I wanted to hear your opinion before we make a decision." She flipped through the file and explained the medical details while Arizona listened carefully.

"Okay," Arizona said, briefly letting go of your hand to move closer to the file. "That looks like Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome. We should think about an operation, but I need to see the exact values to better assess the risk."

While the two doctors were discussing the next steps intensively, your gaze wandered through the corridor. You looked at the colorful posters and drawings on the walls and discovered a large aquarium in a corner of the waiting room. Your eyes lit up - the colorful fish were magically attracting you. Without Arizona or Bailey noticing, you quietly and curiously separated from your mother.

You stepped closer to the aquarium, her eyes fixed fascinated on the small bubbles that rose up and the bright colors of the fish. "Oh, that looks like a rainbow," you murmured to yourself. You completely forgot that you were supposed to stay with your mother.

Arizona, meanwhile, was still deeply engrossed in the conversation. She discussed the different options and risks of the operation, while Bailey nodded in agreement and asked additional questions. For the two of them, it was a normal day at work - a critical case that required full attention. Minutes passed as they went over the notes and diagrams in the file.

Only when Bailey glanced at her watch did she realize that she and your mother had been talking for a while. "You know what, Dr. Robbins? We should discuss this further in your office before the surgical schedule for the day is full," Bailey suggested.

Arizona nodded in agreement. "Good idea," she looked around to bring you back to her. "Y/n? Come here, we'll go to my office."

But no child's voice answered her. She turned on her heels and looked down the corridor into the ward, her eyes searching for you. "Y/n?" she called louder, but the familiar, happy face was nowhere to be seen. Bailey frowned and looked around too. "Where did she go? She was just here."

Arizona's heart began to beat faster. She hadn't taken her eyes off you for a second - at least she thought so. "Y/n!" she called again, her voice now more clearly colored with concern. She took a few steps in the direction she had last seen you walking, but the hallway and the waiting room were empty.

"Okay, wait. Maybe she's just nearby," Bailey tried to calm your mother down, but there was also a hint of tension in her eyes now. "We'll look around and ask the staff."

Your mother nodded, but her mind was already racing. You were curious, and the hospital was big - there were so many rooms you could have gotten lost in. She called out to you again as she continued to search the flood. She quickly turned to a nurse who was hurrying past. "Have you seen a little girl? Supergirl shirt, light jeans and colorful sneakers?"

The nurse shook her head. "Sorry, Dr. Robbins. I didn't see her, but I'm on the lookout."

Arizona thanked her briefly and continued walking while Bailey contacted security on her cell phone. "Missing child in Ward 2. Please keep an eye out, about nine years old, wearing a Supergirl shirt." Then she turned back to the blonde doctor. "Give me two minutes, and if we don't find her, we'll trigger Code Pink."

Her heart was pounding. Her hands were shaking as she continued to run through the halls, looking into every open space. She knew a Code Pink was a serious measure - it meant putting the entire hospital on alert to search for a missing child. But every second that passed made her fear grow.

It was a maze of bright lights, rushing footsteps, and constant alarms. Arizona felt her breathing become shallower as she and Bailey hurried side by side through the pediatric ward. Every step echoed in her ears, and the watch she wore on her wrist seemed to tick her fear away with every passing moment. Where could you be?

"Y/n!" she called again, but the only answer was the monotonous beeping of the machines and the murmuring of the nurses tending to their little patients. Her hands were sweaty as she opened door after door, hoping to see her daughter's familiar shaggy head. But each time she found only empty rooms or bedbound children staring up at her with wide eyes.

"Arizona, stay calm," Miranda said, her voice firm but not unkind. She knew how hard it was to suppress the panic. "We're searching everything systematically. She can't have gotten far."

But she couldn't stay calm. Every room they searched without success made her heart grow heavier. What if you were lost? What if you got into one of the elevators and ended up somewhere else in the hospital? Or worse, what if someone had taken you? Her mind raced, and she felt tears welling up in her eyes as she forced herself to stay focused.

Miranda gently touched her arm as they entered another room. "Look at me, Arizona. We'll find her." But Bailey couldn't quite hide the worry in her eyes either. For a moment their eyes met and she saw the hint of concern that Bailey was hiding behind her professional facade.

"I... I know," she whispered, but her voice was weak. She had to stay strong. For you.

As they continued down the hall, they heard the loud clatter of metal carts and a group of doctors came towards them. Arizona gently grabbed the nearest nurse by the arm. "Have you seen a little girl? Supergirl shirt and light-up shoes? Nine years old?"

This nurse also shook her head. "No, I'm sorry, Dr. Robbins. But I'll keep my eyes open and let you know if I find her."

Arizona nodded gratefully but didn't let up and turned to Bailey. "We need to search the intensive care area. She could have gotten in there without realizing it."

Miranda Bailey nodded as she headed for the intensive care unit. Her pace quickened, her mind racing. The thought of having to trigger Code Pink was terrifying. It was a measure used only in extreme emergencies, and she could feel the panic building within her. But what else could she do if you didn't show up soon?

She and Bailey worked their way through the ward, looking into every room, every patient room, but no one had seen you. Arizona felt the chill of fear spreading in her stomach. She was really close to setting off the alarm when she suddenly stopped.

Something stopped her in her tracks - a soft sound, barely audible over the bustle of the ward. A soft, happy giggle reached her ears, followed by a voice she knew all too well. Her eyes widened.

"Wait," she whispered to Bailey, her voice barely more than a breath. "Do you hear that?"

Bailey put her finger to her lips, closed her eyes and tried to focus on the sound. The giggle repeated itself, more clearly this time, and Arizona couldn't believe it. She knew it was your laughter - a sound she would have recognized among thousands. She turned, saw the nondescript door of the storage room in front of her.

"In there, but how did she get in there?" Arizona asked quietly, her eyes fixed on the door. Her hand turned to the doorknob, her heart pounding in her chest. Bailey stood close behind her, her expression focused and attentive before she pushed the handle down and slowly opened it.

The door swung open and Arizona caught a glimpse of the scene beyond. In the small room, surrounded by shelves filled with medical supplies and cleaning supplies, Alex Karev sat relaxed on the floor. You stood in front of him, laughing and clapping your hands, while Alex, with exaggerated seriousness, presented a syringe without a needle and a stethoscope as "super doctor equipment".

"Hey, Dr. Robbins," Alex said when he saw Arizona. He grinned widely as if nothing had happened. "I saw her walking around the children's ward alone. Thought I'd better bring her here before she really disappeared."

Your mother felt tears well up in her eyes and relief hit her like a wave. "Oh my God, Alex, thank you! I... I didn't know what she was like and I was so scared..."

Arizona dropped to her knees and pulled you tightly into her arms. "Honey, you can't just run away," she whispered and hugged you tightly, not hiding the tremor in her voice. "I was so worried."

You looked up at your mother, confused. "But mommy, I just wanted to look at the fish... and then I saw Alex!"

Alex shrugged. "Well, I thought she might need a little company before she could possibly get to other wards. So we practiced playing super doctor a bit." He smiled at you and winked. "But next time you'd better stay with your mom, okay? There are so many exciting things here that it's easy to lose track."

She looked at Alex with a look that expressed gratitude and relief in equal measure. "I really don't know what I would have done without you. Thank you for finding her."

Alex stood up and dusted the dust off his pants while grinning broadly at you. "No problem. Plus, it made me feel like a hero again."

Bailey stepped closer and put a hand on Arizona's shoulder. "Well done, Karev. That was the right decision." She smiled slightly and then looked at you. "And now, little lady, you'll always stay with your mother."

You nodded eagerly. "I'll stay with you, Mommy. I promise." You gripped her hand tighter, as if to show that you really meant it. Your mother stroked your hair gently. "That's good, honey. Now we'll go to my office and make you comfortable there, okay? No more walking around."

As they set off, Arizona felt relief in every step. The lump in her throat dissolved, and for the first time that day she could breathe again. She was grateful - for Bailey, and especially for Alex. Her colleagues were her family, and today they had proven once again that they were there for each other.

As they left the children's ward, she looked over her shoulder and saw Alex going back to his tasks. She knew she still owed him something, but right now only one thing mattered: she had you safely with her again, and everything else could wait.

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