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.
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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 e...
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.” ...
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...
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. Gr...
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." 2025-07-20 23:19:22 +0000 UTC View Post
edited 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 dow...
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 a...
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 eye...
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, confi...
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 express...
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 s...
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 ...
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...
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 o...
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, an...
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 su...
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 ...
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...
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 ...
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 c...
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 roo...
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...
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...
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 a...
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 itse...
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...
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 littl...
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 o...
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 ...
2025-05-27 20:48:23 +0000 UTC View Post