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“Heh, sadly my pedestrian status isn’t by choice. My car croaked a few weeks ago and I haven’t found the energy to shop for a new one. I got it used and it lasted me eight years, so can’t cry about it.”
Her chest and cheeks are heating up, which is par for the course. She’s been deliberating asking to be transferred to the night shift for months now, but seeing Abbot for the handful of minutes while they’re switching off is humiliating enough. Even this boring snippet of small talk is activating the hairs on her arms. Her last proper crush was in med school, and the recipient equally problematic. But this will pass, like the rest. Crushes are like stomach bugs. You accept the pain, feel a bit sorry for yourself, and trust your body to handle it.
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Bookmarked by lexi428
04 Jun 2026
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“He's probably one of those men who’s obsessed with their wives,” her friend had said sagely.
Twist of the wrist. Her wound jagged now. Harder to stitch back together. It was all so stupid. She asked Mandy to tell her that. Get it in my head that I’m being so fucking stupid.
“Show me a picture?” Mandy had asked instead. So Samira did. A goddamn screenshot she took from his public Facebook profile picture, because of course that was the only place she could find a picture of him. But he wasn’t holding a fish in it or anything. It was, inexplicably, an artsy affair clearly captured on real film, no filter. He was sitting forward in a chair below a gallery wall of oil paintings, a trailing plant a paid actor rounding out the top right corner. His elbows were on his knees, flash illuminating his eyes, throwing the corded muscles of his forearms in shadow as he clasped his hands just in front of his chin. Candid and casual. At fucking ease, with his stark wedding ring in center frame.
Oh shit, oh shit, her friend had texted back. I’m sorry, that’s devastating.
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Abbot's married. Extremely married. Samira gets through it.
(aka how they became inseparable)
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- Part 2 of comeback kid
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31 May 2026
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A secret relationship. A cryptic pregnancy. One catastrophic shift that changes everything.
When Samira goes into labor in the middle of the ER without ever knowing she was pregnant, she and Jack are thrown headfirst into parenthood with no warning and no time to prepare.
What follows is panic, tenderness, hospital chaos, and two people trying to figure out how to become a family overnight.
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Bookmarked by lexi428
29 May 2026
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Samira Mohan was not standing in the Hub by 7:15. Instead, by 7:45 Jack had left her three missed calls and two voicemails. Normally that sort of behavior would label him as an overbearing boss, but it was January and the city was vicious and cold and the roads were slick and Samira was late for work and Jack–
Well, Jack Abbot was many things but he was most definitely not a hopeless romantic. Any sentimentality on the idea surrounding love and soulmates had been lost on him when his wife died ten years ago. When Jane died, so did the part of him that believed in love after loss. After all, he had seen people remarry. Had known that the idea of such a thing was possible and genuine and–
And Jack Abbot was convinced he would never love again.
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Samira Mohan is late for work. She's never late. Jack Abbot is aware of this and spends his shift responding to a massive pileup MCI while trying to not spiral about Samira's sudden radio silence. But then the paramedics bring in a patient and Jack's world stops spinning.
Bookmarked by lexi428
28 May 2026
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More than one reasonably good-looking man had approached her, offering to buy her a drink and trying to discuss the presentation she'd given on social determinants of health. It was nice of them to offer, nicer still that her attending position at Presby had come with research funding, but discussing the paper she'd worked on for nearly a year with these men was merely an unwelcome distraction from her clandestine eavesdropping on her ex-boyfriend.
Bookmarked by lexi428
27 May 2026