Simon has experienced many things he’d consider love at first sight.
The first time he met his nephew. The first patient he saved in an undersupplied field hospital. His first patient born at twenty two weeks that thrived, his first of many “kids.”
All of these and many others, he would have thought counted, and maybe they still do.
But none of them compare to this.
You’re in the rocking chair next to the incubator...
2025-07-25 06:07:00 +0000 UTC View Postupdated with full edits - 7/27
Pretty much just reworked my original draft (what was posted here before) and then added some emotional/comfort stuff
“Say yes.”
“Ava, this isn’t a romance novel.” Olivia chides, and you nod your agreement as Ava tips the wine bottle’s mouth into your glass.
“This isn’t a game either, it’s my life. More importantly, it’s Riley’s life.”
“Exactly, this is for...
2025-07-25 01:17:35 +0000 UTC View PostI could write an entire book with these three and never get bored.
“Say yes.”
“Ava, this isn’t a romance novel.” Olivia chides, and you nod your agreement as Ava tips the wine bottle’s mouth into your glass.
“This isn’t a game either, it’s my life. More importantly, it’s Riley’s life.”
“Exactly, this is for Riley.” It’s the one thing you can’t escape. What wouldn’t you do for the person you love the most...
2025-07-22 03:24:48 +0000 UTC View Post
mostly edited
“My sister and her family are-”
“Daisy.” You whirl.
“Doctor Price, oh my god. Do you know where Tess is? I got a call, they said there had been an accident but-”
“Daisy.” He’s holding out his hand. It’s weird. Why is he doing that? Thunder booms over the hospital, so loud it must shake the walls, and some people in the waiting room gasp. “I need ...
2025-07-21 06:52:12 +0000 UTC View Post“Are you good?”
“Yes.” You mutter through a clenched jaw, “I’m perfect. I am great.” You’re fine, you’re fine, this is fine-
Olivia raises her eyebrows. “Okay because you look like shit.”
“Thanks Liv.” You snatch a fry from her plate. They’re a little soggy and under-salted, but better than the pb&j you brought. Grape jelly. You have no idea why Riley likes it so much.
“Still not sleeping?...
2025-07-21 00:23:21 +0000 UTC View PostMiss them
"You're thinkin' about those chips."
"Yeah." Your lower lip trembles, and tears start to well on your waterline. Shit.
"No, no sweetheart, it's okay, it's okay." He pulls you close, smoothing a hand over your belly while he whispers against your temple, your tears coming faster, shoulders starting to shake. "I know, I know."
"I just r-really want th-them."
"Oh mama, I know. I'm sorry." It's five o'clock in the mo...
2025-07-20 23:19:22 +0000 UTC View Postedited 7/21
“You know, some would call this stalking.”
Simon doesn’t even turn his head. John will think what he wants regardless.
“I’m just getting some fresh air.”
“Yeah. Up on the roof at the same time Daisy walks to the garage.” There’s a sigh beside him, and then he too, is standing near the ledge, looking down. “She put it in for it.”
“I saw.” It’s unfair to open an applicati...
2025-07-19 07:47:37 +0000 UTC View Postsecond sneak peek since I am behind on getting this up.
“You have a booster seat.” You give him a disbelieving look, voice flat.
“Yeah. My nephew is here, I keep one in the car for when they come over.” He carefully herded you all the out of the hospital and into the garage to his car, Riley asleep in his arms, keeping you in his line of sight at all times. You’re ready to bolt, but at the same time you seem to know you wouldn’t make it ve...
2025-07-18 01:22:33 +0000 UTC View PostOkay so I meant to post a before and after with this to kind of show where I start and where I go (botched it on the first try but anyway:)
This is the before:
Ava’s eyes go wide over your shoulder when he turns the corner, and she distinctly mouths his name.
Bleeding christ.
Thousands of things scream in your eyes when you turn to find him. Anxiety, fear, worry, stress… they’re all there. All the things you...
2025-07-16 06:58:04 +0000 UTC View Post
full / mostly edited
“Riley, hold up.” There’s a fat horse fly on Molly’s flank, twitching as she trots along beside you on the well worn path. She turns in the saddle.
“What?”
“Swat that fly.” You point to where it sits, wings vibrating, no doubt waiting to bite. It’s not that you don’t trust Molly, you do. She’s always been a good mare, confident and comfortable and pretty unflappable, but you’re not sure how she’ll react to getting bit...
2025-07-13 23:53:30 +0000 UTC View Postunedited
“Daisy.” Nothing. It’s like he never spoke. “Daisy. Look at me.” No reaction, so he takes a chance, tucks two fingers under your chin and tilts your face to his to find your eyes. “Go tell Riley everything’s okay and you’ll see her as soon as she’s done.”
“You don’t understand.” You whisper hoarsely, and your pained expression is so desperate, so scared.
“I do understand, you know I do.” Riley is in a g...
2025-07-10 18:37:42 +0000 UTC View Post*I added something here / also mostly edited
“Where’s Liam? Her husband.”
“In the NICU with the baby.” You search for air in the room like a fish out of water, not surprised to find it lacking. “He’s been going back and forth.”
“Right.” There’s a patient in this bed, and it shouldn’t be your sister. Your sister, who was suddenly pre-eclamptic and had a massive pulmonary embolism, who deliver...
2025-07-09 19:30:13 +0000 UTC View Postiykyk
The HR woman looks like she’d rather be anywhere else but here right now.
And she probably does.
You certainly wouldn’t want to be sitting behind a desk, staring at someone as they realize their loved one won’t have health insurance for a full calendar year.
“I don’t understand.” You keep trying to make it make sense, to fit the puzzle pieces together, but nothing clicks. “That… I wouldn’t do that. I’m...
2025-07-08 19:52:15 +0000 UTC View PostFully edited*
It was an accident, and your fault.
You weren’t paying attention when Blue swung her head into yours, when she shook her neck out and brought her skull crashing into the side of your face, hard enough to make you stumble, sending you gasping out of the stall while she snorted an apology.
“Fuck.” Her halter had clipped your skin, and you don’t need to touch the side of your face to know you’re bleeding. One hand over your eye, you ...
2025-07-07 23:28:37 +0000 UTC View Postfull chapter here tonight or tomorrow I think
“Tell me what you need Daisy.”
You’ve been mixed up since that, turned upside down and inside out. The memory of his hand on yours, that simple, stupid contact, is playing on a loop in your head, in your dreams.
Except it’s worse in your dreams. It’s out of control. It’s not just his hand on yours, it’s his everything on yours, it’s you bent over his desk with your pants pulled to you...
2025-07-07 00:14:18 +0000 UTC View Postsorry for the ordering confusion, should be all fixed now.
No warnings.
Riley’s pouting.
She wriggles in her seat, hands on her hips, nose turned up in the air. “I don’t like carrots.”
“Okay well, that’s too bad because they’re part of your dinner.” You don’t have the finesse of a parent. You’re not a mother, there’s no natural instinct, and there’s certainly not a guidebook.
But you’re trying, even if it’s not enough. It’s ...
2025-07-03 17:25:21 +0000 UTC View Postpreviously part five, removed by patreon due to the sexual assault/harassment content, see below for tumblr info
“I’m scared.” The little girl grips the mask in her fingers so tight her knuckles are white.
The OR is in a dance around you. Lights, camera, action. They’re all taking their well known places, performing their well known duties.
You’re not even supposed to be in here. Doctor Riley is not even supposed to be in here, but the patient on the table,...
2025-07-03 04:07:30 +0000 UTC View Post*with edits
content warning for withdrawal of care - death of a preemie
Tess was a rodeo queen.
She could answer “what do you do for a living?” with “I’m a professional barrel racer.” She had the ribbons and the trophies and the money to prove it.
It’s where the farm came from, all the earnings. She and Liam had big dreams, a legacy, a plan. They had it all, and you had travel nursing contracts, va...
2025-07-01 19:35:47 +0000 UTC View Post“Thanks so much, I really appreciate it. Anything I can do to return the favor, I’ve got you.”
“Do you have pictures?” Isa gives you a kind smile. Her interest warms you, and you nod, pulling your phone out to scroll through the too many photos of Riley you took this morning at her first day of school, smiling big with a missing front tooth. “She’s precious.”
“Yeah. She’s something. First day of third grade, crazy.” Keona slows in front of you with Doctor Ril...
2025-07-01 16:49:06 +0000 UTC View Post“What the fuck is this?” You study the photo. It’s your patient from yesterday in his crib, except there’s a teddy bear stuffed against one of the rails, next to his face. Fuck.
“I don’t know. That wasn’t there when I left. I would have removed it.” His eyes drill into you, fire blazing in them, hot enough you’re sure it will burn you to a crisp.
“Do we need to go over the SOP for toys in cribs?”
“No.” You bite out, looking over his shoulde...
2025-06-30 18:23:57 +0000 UTC View PostYou stare at the fancy lotion for too long.
Before, you would have chucked it in your cart no problem. Twice even, one for home and one for your work locker.
But now, your entire existence is built around a budget that’s calculated down to the time.
And that budget really does not have wiggle room for a twenty dollar bottle of lotion.
Still-
You toss it in your cart. A mistake. An irresponsible indulgence. Something you absolutely should not purchase, but the g...
2025-06-30 04:51:34 +0000 UTC View PostI think I accidentally deleted this?
"Did he answer you?"
“No.” You glance at the open chat window again, just to be sure. “It’s only been five minutes though?”
“This can’t wait, these little suckers can turn on a dime so fast.” She sighs, and then motions down the hall. “You’ll have to wake him up. He’s in call room two.” It’s eight am, but according to everyone on the floor, he’s been here since twenty hun...
2025-06-30 04:06:29 +0000 UTC View Post“We’re going to miss you kid.” You could place the familiar British accent with your eyes closed, and you smile at the man in scrubs leaning against the door of the break room, arms crossed over his chest.
“I’m not dying, Doctor Price. Everyone is being so dramatic, I’m only moving four floors up. I’ll still be around.” You sling the only intact strap of your backpack over your shoulder and sigh. “Who knows. Maybe I’ll hate it and end up coming back.” It’s unlike...
2025-06-29 05:27:10 +0000 UTC View Postgetting carried away with the idea of Simon/reader (MD/nurse) so...
Also this reader has a name, and I don't know if this will ever see the light of day
“We’re going to miss you kid.” You could place the familiar British accent with your eyes closed, and you smile at the man in scrubs leaning against the door of the break room, arms crossed over his chest.
“I’m not dying, Doctor Price. Everyone is being so dramatic, I’m only moving...
2025-06-29 00:08:13 +0000 UTC View PostRecovery from trauma is climbing a mountain, not running an easy, asphalt paved marathon. There are rocks and scrambles and lost maps. It’s not something laid out perfectly before you, it’s not something you can easily see. It’s hard and grueling and miserable.
You take it on the chin though, and he’s so proud of you. Proud every time you come out of therapy with a nervous and slightly relieved smile, proud every time he catches you leaning over a mixing bowl at home and h...
2025-06-25 19:45:21 +0000 UTC View PostSomething is wrong.
He can see it, feel it as he slips beneath the covers and pulls you into his arms, your face finding the warmth of his neck, cheeks damp.
"Hey mama." Nix's birthday is always hard. After the party and the cake and the cleanup, after everyone has gone home, after the kids have gone to sleep-
the pain that lurks in the back of your mind finally forces itself forward.
Her second birthday was the worst. You held it together so well, so determined to...
2025-06-11 20:32:32 +0000 UTC View Postlittle blurb because I miss them
"Orion!" You have your hands on your hips, shaking your head at him as he pushes himself to his feet, making a sour face at the dirt on his hands. You tell Simon all the time, how similar he is, how his facial expressions are the same, his nose, his eyes, his shoulders, and in moments like these, you see it more clearly than ever. "If she doesn't want to play, she doesn't have to." Nix openly glares at him and then lifts h...
2025-06-10 21:47:59 +0000 UTC View Post(SFW and should be fine for Patreon.)
His phone rings twice before he manages to pick it up.
It’s buried beneath a stack of file folders, their manilla sleeves full of papers that say practically nothing, just big black strikethroughs all across the pages.
A waste of time.
You’re still at work too, at least you were the last time he checked, the little blue icon on the map showing your location at the bakery.
It’s well past seventeen hundred...
2025-06-02 23:54:55 +0000 UTC View PostI can't believe we're on part sixteen of Raspberry Girl (and nearly 30k words) anyway, here's a sneak peek of the next part:
His phone rings twice before he manages to pick it up.
It’s buried beneath a stack of file folders, their manilla sleeves full of papers that say practically nothing, just big black strikethroughs all across the pages.
A waste of time.
You’re still at work too, at least you were the last time he checked, the littl...
2025-05-29 19:27:28 +0000 UTC View Post
“I know baby, I know. Here,” Duchess whines from behind him as you hiss when the water cascades across your skin, easily picking up on your pain. “She’s okay.” He never thought he’d be reassuring a dog, but here he is, trying to soothe both his girls.
“I didn’t want to drop it, I didn’t let go, I sh-should have.” Instinct is to blame here, pain receptors flooded and quick thinking a second behind, your desire to save the strawberry rhubarb crumble leading you t...
2025-05-27 20:48:23 +0000 UTC View Post