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Leo Buscalgia, a prevalent author and professor, once wrote: “Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word… all of which have the potential to turn a life around”.

This had always been a guiding principle for Mel and how she chose to conduct medicine. She first read it as an undergrad in one of her General Education classes, while simultaneously taking the most difficult organic chemistry course of her life. She often found that reflecting on this quote served as a reminder of why she was putting herself through so much hard work, debt, tears, and lost sleep.

She wanted to help people, and wanted to do it while learning how the body and mind worked in tandem. There was something extremely gratifying for Mel in understanding why her body did the things it did, reacting in certain ways without her consent. This was especially prevalent with her coworker, friend, and technically, boss, Dr. Langdon.

When they first met, Mel had felt an instant connection with Dr. Langdon. She thought it may have been because of how welcoming and kind he had been on her first day, taking her under his wing. Perhaps the trauma bond they had formed dealing with a high casualty event and an extremely personal case for Mel together, with two young sisters striking similar to her and Becca. But there was something else; an underlying understanding and connection between the two of them that had remained unspoken in their first shift.

Following his sabbatical, Dr. Langdon had apologized to Mel for his actions on that day, revealing his addiction. She had no idea, but she never felt that she had suffered because of it. He was her lifeline that day, the person she sought out for questions or comfort. That didn’t change knowing he had been struggling, and it certainly would not affect their working relationship moving forward knowing he had gotten the help he needed, and was working hard every day to remain sober.

As time passed, they continued to grow closer, their relationship extending beyond the confines of the Pitt. Late night dinner after a day shift, or early morning breakfast after a night, at the run-down diner on the same street as PTMC, walks through the park with his kids and dog, trips to the center to visit Becca, rides to and from work.

Frank had gotten a divorce during his stint in rehab. According to him, his and Abby’s marriage had already been rocky. His long hours with two young kids was very hard for her to manage and accept, understandably so. Their love had fizzled, almost wholly concentrated on their children, with lost feelings between them as a pair. His addiction had been the nail in the coffin for her. They were still good friends, and incredible coparents. She had primary custody, simply due to his work, and he was grateful for how understanding Abby had been. He would always have love for her as the mother of his children, he just wasn’t in love with her.

He had also explained his perspective on dating in the future as a divorcee to Mel during a visit to the diner after a particularly brutal night shift.

“It’s not that I don’t want to date, but I guess I’m just not quite ready? I work way too much. I could swing it with Abby because we met in undergrad when I had more time, but starting something as a senior resident would never work. Not to mention bringing my kids around someone new, and letting Abby know. It’s definitely best to wait, probably a few years or so.” He said between bites of waffle and sips of decaf coffee.

Mel wasn’t sure why, but hearing this declaration elicited an uncomfortable pull deep in her stomach, and a lump in her throat. It was probably because she wanted him to be happy, she rationalized. They had come to care deeply for each other, forming a close friendship. Frankly, besides Becca and Samira, he was probably her best friend.

“That makes total sense. As long as you are feeling fulfilled? I know how stressful work Tanner and Sarah can be, and finding something outside of that could be good?” she questioned, trying to validate any stress he might be feeling.

He smiled softly at her. “Of course I feel fulfilled. I spend pretty much all my free time with you, and that's all I need.” He picked up his mug and took another long sip of coffee.

That statement made her lower stomach pull, but in a very different kind of way.

Mel was conducting a tube thoracostomy under Frank’s supervision, walking Joy through her movements as she went. Today was a particularly good day in the Pitt. They weren’t behind to a degree that felt Sisyphean, a rarity that created a uniquely positive environment. Even Robby cracked a smile or two as he moved through the trauma bays checking on statuses.

After she finished up, leaving Joy to monitor the patient, Samira pulled her aside to the nurses station.

“So… tell me about last night! How did it go?” Samira gave her best attempt at a whisper, but her enthusiasm kept it just below a scream.

Mel chuckled at her friend’s excitement for her, but blushed at the question.

“It was… good? He was nice enough, and paid for dinner.”

“Well of course he paid, he's attending! It would be crazy if he didn’t. But do you like him? Was there a spark?” Samira continued her probing as Mel spotted Frank emerging from Trauma 3.

“I definitely do like him. I’m not sure about a spark, though. I think I will have to get to know John a bit better before I decide that.”

Mel watched out of the corner of her eye as Frank pretended to focus on something on the only computer within earshot of them.

“So you’d say yes to a second date then!” Samira said happily, a full grin across her face.

Mel saw Frank’s eyes shift up towards them for a moment, brows furrowed, then back down.

“Yes, I’d say yes to a second date.”

“Did you, you know…” Samira asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

Mel blushed even deeper, and then saw Dana walking towards them, definitely about to tell them to get back to saving lives.

“I’ll talk to you later.” she said, motioning to Dana. She squeezed Samira’s arm in thanks, parting ways to take a new patient.

Samira had arranged a date between Mel and John Shen, one of the attendings on the night shift. Mel had mentioned how attractive she found him, and that was all Samira needed to hear to work something out.

Mel had worn a knee length, burgundy, flowy shirt with a fitted black long sleeve. She met John at a quaint Italian place a few miles from her apartment, walking in to find him at a booth. He had brought her flowers, and was even kinder than what she had anticipated from working a few night shifts with him.

They talked mostly about work, and a bit about their families. In truth, he had done most of the talking. It almost felt like a meeting with a mentor, with some personal details sprinkled in. They shared a short kiss at the end of the night, then walked back to their respective cars.

But Mel just didn’t feel a spark; those butterflies, the nervousness accompanied by real, all-consuming attraction. It might be selfish, or fantastical of her to hope to find something like that, but she just couldn’t help it.

Especially when, as she felt Frank hot on her tail as she walked towards the board to see what she should take next, she felt those butterflies deep in her gut.

“What was all that about with Samira?” he asked, feigning indifference while dragging a hand through his hair as he gazed up at the board. She could feel the brush of his front against her back when she shifted slightly.

“Oh, nothing really. I want to take the abdominal pain in Trauma 12.” she brushed off Frank’s question, trying to pivot back to work.

“Sure. Mel, did you go on a date? With Shen?”

Mel wasn’t sure she liked the way Frank emphasized John’s name like it was a stain, and she started walking across the floor towards their patient.

“I did.” she said to him, as they approached the room.

She moved to enter, and Frank grabbed her arm to stop her.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked. He wore an expression of hurt that tugged on her heartstrings, almost making her feel guilty. Almost.

“It just wasn’t a big deal.” she said, shrugging his arm off and moving to greet their patient.
She had no reason to feel guilty. She was entitled to go on a date or two, and Frank didn’t need to know every move she made every day, especially a first date that could mean nothing.

The rest of the day, she saw Frank’s eyes on her. She could tell he wanted more answers about her date with John, but she just wasn’t sure why he cared that much.

Mel had developed feelings for Frank. She appreciated his newfound humility after returning from his sabbatical, and adored watching him with his kids. That was a piece of him she knew not many got to see, and was grateful he trusted her with them. Tanner would run to the playground as they took turns keeping an eye on Sarah in her stroller. Tanner was a lovely little boy, and she saw so much of his father in him- an adventurous and kind spirit, with a tinge of recklessness. Sarah looked just like Abby, despite her young age. Deep olive skin, and the brightest green eyes she had ever seen.

She also saw how dedicated he was to medicine, beyond the technicalities. He truly cared for his patients, even if he didn’t show it in ways easily seen. All of those traits, not to mention his good looks, meant that Mel had fallen for her best friend. But she knew he wasn’t looking to date, how much it would interfere with the life he had set up for himself, and how peaceful his coparenting was going.

And, even if he was open to dating, he wouldn’t be interested in her. Abby was a tall brunette with a passion for the humanities, socialization, and an outgoing nature. Mel was short and blonde, with a love for science and far more introverted. Essentially, the polar opposite.

Over the next few weeks, Mel went on a few more dates with John, and she grew more distant from Frank.

Frank just seemed upset with her, a bit more biting and unforgiving than normal. Mel didn’t really know how to feel about receiving that treatment from him.

She truly did like John. He loved reading, which he shared in common with her. He was extremely close with his family, with two little sisters, and always talked about his nieces and nephews. Despite all they had in common, and how much she respected him as a doctor, she just couldn’t find the feelings for John she knew she should have.

The day after they slept together at his condo, she pulled Samira into the lounge, needing to get it off her chest.

“What is it?” Samira asked with a concerned expression. Mel must have been wearing an expression that suggested she was upset.

“Well… last night… John and I, um, slept together.” she whispered the last bit, wringing her hands together nervously.

“That’s great!” Samira exclaimed. “How was it?”

“Well… I think he had a good time…” she trailed off.

She saw Frank stepping into the lounge before she could stop Samira from asking:

“So… he didn’t make you finish, then?”

Frank’s mouth dropped open for a moment, then snapped shut, jaw clenching. He grabbed something from the fridge, then practically ran out of the room.

“Oh shit.” Mel whispered, biting down tightly.

After his questioning after her first date, they had both silently opted to avoid the topic of her dating life. It had been pretty clear things were progressing between Mel and John to anyone working the same shift as them.

Mel’s attention when working a shift with John and Frank was constantly being pulled between the two of them. John didn’t seem to mind her friendship with Frank, but Frank seemed to harbor a special disdain for John. She was grateful whenever she had a shift with only one of them. It made her workday much easier, and she could tell how much happier Frank was when it worked out.

Today, though, she had no such luck.

Both Frank and John were working today, and she would have to be very careful navigating her relationships with each of them.

“I’m so sorry, Mel.” Samira rushed out. “I had no idea someone else was in here. Have you not told Frank yet? I know you guys are close.”

“No, he doesn’t know.” Mel said with a dry smile. “He was bound to find out soon though. It’s not your fault at all. I appreciate you helping me work through it. We better get out on the floor though.”

She hugged Samira for a minute, taking the time to breathe deeply and prepare herself for what she was going to walk into.

It was exactly what she expected. Both John and Frank tried to pull her for cases the entire shift, and she had to maneuver between the two of them as quickly as she could.

The three of them had hopped on a STEMI being brought in, grabbing the gurney from EMTs and being filled in on the patient.

Frank glared at John from across the gurney before pivoting his attention to the EMT, causing Mel to cringe internally. This was not what she needed in her last 30 minutes.

“John Martinez, 50-year old male. Sudden onset substernal chest pain beginning approximately 35 minutes while mowing his lawn. Pain is crushing, radiates to the left arm and jaw, rated 9/10 in severity.”

“Dana, what’s open?” Frank shouted across the floor.

“Trauma 9!” Dana shouted back.

“Thanks guys, we got it from here.” John said to the EMTs, who nodded and headed back to the ambulance bay.

This was going to be miserable. Mel hoped for an easy fix, but with no obvious trauma and clear lung sounds bilaterally, it may be more difficult.

John immediately called out, “Let’s give more nitroglycerin for pain and to reduce cardiac workload.”

Mel reached for the IV pump.

Frank shook his head. “Nope, we need to check for a right ventricular infarct first.”

Mel froze. That made sense.

John frowned. “His pressure’s stable.”

Frank grabbed the ECG strip as the right-sided leads finished printing.

“ST elevation in V4R,” he said sharply. “It’s a right ventricular infarct.”

Almost on cue, the blood pressure dipped.

Frank looked at the nitro in Mel’s hand. “That would’ve dropped him flat.”

He pointed to the IV. “Fluids. Now.”

As the bolus ran in, the pressure slowly climbed back up.

John gave a tight nod. “Good call.”

Frank smirked in return.

“Well, I assumed you two had this handled. Although, I hear you can’t quite handle Mel.”

“What was that?” John asked, head snapping up.

“Nothing, Shen. See you later, Mel.”

Mel wanted to smack her head on the gurney repeatedly.

Shen whispered, “Did you tell Frank something? About last night?”

Mel cringed.

“Not intentionally, I just-”

“You know what? Save it. We can discuss it later.”

After her shift, Mel stormed out of the hospital, making a beeline for her car. She wanted to shower off the stink of this entire day. Frank was pissed, John was pissed, and above all, she was pissed.

She made it back to her apartment complex, parking in her designated spot and rushing up the stairwell to her front door.

As soon as she was inside, she immediately headed for the shower, turning it on and letting the steam fill the room.

She looked at herself in the mirror and sighed, rubbing at her eyes under her glasses. She took a generously long shower, using her nicer soap and pricier shampoo.

She got out, breathing deeply as she wrapped her towel around her and stuck her glasses back on. She stepped back into her bedroom when she heard a loud knock on her front door.

Fuck. It was probably John. Time to face the music, she thought.

They had seen each other naked not 24 hours ago, so seeing her in a towel wouldn’t be worse. She padded to the door in her bare feet, unlocking her door and preparing for the confrontation about to ensue.

However, when she opened the door, she found Frank standing there, bouncing on his toes.

“Um, hi?” she said, confused. This was not the argument she was prepared to have.

“Hey. Can I come in?”

He looked… unsettled. But he didn’t look angry. He actually looked pretty calm, almost indifferent. Mel wasn’t used to seeing him like that.

“I suppose so, as long as you’re here to apologize?’

He chuckled wryly, moving to enter. “I guess I do owe you an apology.”

She stepped to the side, allowing him to come in.

He walked in towards her kitchen, gripping the counter tightly enough that his knuckles were white.

Okay, so not as calm as Mel initially thought. He was scaring her a bit. But this was Frank. Her Frank. She trusted him. He might be upset, but she knew she was safe.

“What’s going on?” Mel questioned. “You look… tense.”

“Yeah, well, pretty stressful day.” He replied, not releasing his hold on her counter, or his gaze from her.

“Stressful" is one word for it. Didn’t have to be like that, though. The way you were treating John… and for no good reason? Is there something I don’t know?” Mel probed. She wanted answers, and if he was going to barge into her home, she was going to get them.

“Why did you sleep with him?” Frank said, even and cool.

Mel’s mouth dropped open. “What did you just ask me? Actually, nevermind. That is none of your business.”

Frank released his hold on her poor counter, taking a few steps toward her.

“Actually, it is my business. You are my business.”

“Oh yeah? How do you figure that my sex life is up for debate with you?”

“Because I can’t stand it,” he said.

Mel blinked. “Can’t stand what? The thought of me being happy?”

“The thought of him touching you.” His voice was low now. Controlled. Too controlled. “The thought of you looking at him the way you look at me when you’re trying not to.”

Her pulse stumbled.

“Frank—”

“I told myself I didn’t have the right,” he continued, stepping closer. “I told myself I wasn’t ready. That it would be irresponsible. That my kids, my job, my recovery-” He gave a humorless huff. “I built a whole damn fortress out of reasons.”

He stopped in front of her, close enough that she could feel the warmth of him, the faint scent of hospital soap still clinging to his skin.

“But then I hear you in that lounge,” he said, jaw tightening, “and I realize I am not noble. I’m not patient. I’m jealous. I’m furious. And I have absolutely no claim to be.”

Mel swallowed hard. “You’re the one who said you weren't ready to date.”

“I don’t.” His eyes locked onto hers. “I don’t want to date.”

Her stomach dropped.

“I want you.”

The words landed heavy and hot between them.

“You don’t get to say that now,” she whispered. “Not after weeks of acting like I did something wrong.”

His hand came up, slow, deliberate, not touching her yet, just hovering at her waist. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I did. I tried to pretend I could watch you walk out of here with someone else and be fine.”

He stepped even closer, and this time his fingers did settle against her waist, tentative at first, giving her space to pull away.

She didn’t.
“I’m not jealous because I think you owe me something,” he said, voice roughening. “I’m jealous because somewhere along the way, you became mine in my head. And I never told you.”

Her breath hitched.

“Frank…”

“I know what I said at that diner. I know I talked about waiting years. That was before I realized the only person I want to come home to is the one I already spend all my free time with.”

His thumb shifted slightly against the damp fabric of her towel, barely there, but enough to send heat skimming up her spine.

“You think I didn’t notice?” he murmured. “The way you tense when I stand too close. The way you look at me like you’re trying to solve a problem you shouldn’t touch.”

Her voice came out softer now. “And you think I didn’t notice the way you glare at any man who talks to me longer than five minutes?”

A faint, almost sheepish smile ghosted across his mouth. “I was hoping you hadn’t.”

Silence stretched between them- thick, charged.

“You asked why your sex life is my business,” he said quietly. “It’s my business because I’m in love with you, Mel.”

Her heart slammed against her ribs. “You don’t get to drop that so callously, offhandedly because you’re mad I slept with another man.”

“Decribe it to me then. Did he make your heart beat as fast as it is now? How did he touch you?”

“Frank. I’m not- I can’t do this with you.”

Her breaths came in short huffs. She was an awful liar. The only thing she wanted Frank to do was rip her towel off and escort her to her bedroom.

“Why not? Are you scared you might like it? Might actually feel something? I know he doesn’t make you feel the way I do.”

His nose brushed hers, barely there.

“Say it,” he murmured.

“Say what?”

“That you don’t feel this.”

She looked at him, really looked at him, at the man who had been her anchor, her friend, her teacher, her partner.

“I love you,” she said.

The restraint snapped.

He kissed her, not rushed, not frantic, but deep and certain, like he’d been waiting months for permission. His hand slid from her waist to her back, pulling her flush against him, the towel forgotten between them.

He bit her lower lip, and gasped, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth.

She moaned deeply, moving her hands across his chest, down his biceps, behind his head. Everywhere and anywhere she wasn’t allowed to touch before as a friend.

He moved his lips down her neck, sucking deep enough to leave a mark. He found a spot she particularly liked when she groaned. “Frank.”

He grabbed her, lifting her and walking towards the bedroom. She giggled at the sudden shift, as smiled as he placed her lightly on the edge of her bed.

“Well, this is unfair,” Mel said, grabbing at Frank’s scrubs.

He helped her lift his scrub top off, and holy hell. He had abs. She had seen glimpses of his stomach a few times when he had lifted his arms high enough, but she could never have anticipated this/

She trailed her hands down his stomach, finding his waistband. When she placed her hand to lightly cup his cock, he let out a sound that was half choke and half groan.

“You’re going to kill me, Mel,” he said as he moved her back onto the bed so she was laying down flat on her back.

He began peppering kisses down her neck, her chest, and sucked her left nipple as he palmed her right breast.

Mel was mewling, squirming from the sensation of Frank’s tongue against her. She gripped his hair in encouragement.

He laughed, as if her noises weren’t enough to let him know she was enjoying herself. The vibration of his voice on her skin made her stomach clench low and deep.

He moved to cup her, inching his hand down, giving her an opportunity to stop him. She bucked her hips up in response.

He cupped her. “Is this okay?” he asked.

“Mhm,” Mel murmured.

Frank slowly moved one of his fingers through her folds, the other toying with one of her nipples.

“Tell me, Mel. What was it like to fuck Shen?”

He found her clit when she let out a deep moan. He circled it once, twice. She thrashed from the pleasure, and he moved his other arm down to hold her hips in place.

“Frank.” Mel whimpered.

“No really, I’m curious,” he murmured. “Was it good? Did you enjoy yourself? I guess I already know the answer to that.”

He continued his motions around her clit, moving to tease her entrance. She groaned in desperation, needing him inside her.

“What did you think about, then? Any fantasies you used to try and get yourself off, honey?”

“Mmm…” she groaned in response.

“Words, Mel. I want to hear you say it.”

“You. I thought about you when-” she was cut off by a deep moan as he placed pressure on her clit. “... when I was fucking him.”

“Good answer, honey.”

He slipped a finger inside her, and she almost screamed at the relief.

“You know you’re mine, even when you’re making bad decisions with other men. Isn’t that right?” Frank asked, almost cruel.

“Mhm. Yeah. Yes. Only you.”

He was pumping in and out of her, and her hips shifted to meet each thrust of his finger.

“Who do you belong to, Mel?”

She moaned. “You. I belong to you.”

“Good girl,” he whispered against her ear as he slid in a second finger.

“Did it feel this good when Shen was touching you?” he asked.

“No,” Mel said, half words and half moan as Frank crooked his fingers to hit a particularly good spot.

“No, of course it didn’t. Only I know how to make you feel good.” He licked her ear. “Show me, Mel. Show me how good I make you feel.”

He began moving his fingers faster, using his thumb to press against her clit.

She came with a scream, gripping his forearm so tight she figured it would bruise. Good.

He pulled his fingers out of her, sticking them in his mouth.

Holy fuck.

“Frank,” she whispered. “Fuck me. Please. Right now.”

He chuckled.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.”

He reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet and grabbing a condom.

“No, it's okay. I have an IUD, and I’m clean.”

“Are you sure, honey?”

“Absoutely,” Mel said, moving towards him to pull at his waistband.

He helped her take off his pants, leaving him in his boxers, gazing down at her.

“You are so beautiful, Mel. Everything I’ve ever wanted.”

She sat up straighter, moving to lick him through the fabric, where a little wet spot had already formed. Frank groaned at the contact, from the sight of her kissing him there.

She continued licking him for a few moments, then grabbed the waistline of his boxers, pulling them down. He shimmied them down his legs the rest of the way, leaving him completely naked.

His cock immediately sprang to attention.

She leaned back, propped up on her forearms, spreading her legs in invitation.

He leaned over her, kissing her slowly as he braced himself with his left arm, cupping her head with his right.

When she felt him against her lower stomach, she let out a gasp. He moved to tongue her ear, eliciting a deep moan from her. She started shifting her hips slightly, desperate to find friction. She tried to reach her hand down to provide herself some relief when Frank caught it, bringing it above her head.
“So desperate to have me inside you.”
He moved his cock through her folds, pressing it against her clit for a moment, then swirling it in a circle. She groaned. He found her entrance, pressingly slowly into her. When he did, Mel hissed. “Oh my god.”

She knew it was a cliche to observe, but he was so big. Like, scared it might not fit big.

“Go slow at first, okay? I’m not used to… nevermind.”

He laughed. “Not a problem, honey,” he said, kissing her neck slowly.

After a few moments, Frank shifted his hips slightly, making a small thrust. Mel moaned, lifting her hips to encourage more movement.

“Does that feel good, Mel?” he said as he moved his hips back and forth, setting a slow pace.

“Yes”, Mel groaned, grabbing his back and pulling him closer to her. “Please, Frank, deeper, more. I can take it.” she begged.

He pulled himself back, almost completely out, then slammed back into her. She let out a noise in between a moan and a scream, tears streaming down her face. He licked them off of her cheeks.

He continued deep thrusts as Mel met him each time, setting a rhythm, a cadence, that made both of their bones rattle and stomachs clench.

“My good girl. Taking me so well.” He moved one of her legs over her shoulder, giving him a better, deeper angle. He hit a spot that made Mel’s toes curl deep inside her as she said, “Yes, Frank. Please. More.”

His hand moved to her clit, moving in small circles.

“Frank. I’m going to come again.” Mel said between groans.

She began to shudder, her whole body reacting.

He pumped into her once, twice, and came while chanting her name. “Mel.”

He pulled himself out of her, watching as white liquid streamed out of her. He went to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and running it under warm water. He returned to her, moving to wipe her skin.

She watched him as he took care of her.

“I love you”, Mel said, and Frank swore she had a faint glow emanating from her.

“I love you too.”

Frank set the washcloth on the side table, grabbing Mel and tucking her close to him. He was never letting her go. Ever.

Mel woke slowly.

For a brief, suspended second, she didn’t remember why her chest felt so full; warm and heavy at the same time.

Frank was on his side facing her, one arm draped firmly around her waist, like even in sleep he was afraid she might slip away. His breathing was deep and even, his forehead resting lightly between her shoulder blades.

The sunlight filtering through her blinds painted soft stripes across his bare arm.

She turned carefully in his hold. He stirred immediately, grip tightening instinctively before his eyes even opened.

“Morning,” she whispered.

His eyes blinked open, unfocused at first, then clear.

And then it hit him.

She watched it happen: memory, relief, disbelief.

He exhaled slowly. “You’re still here.”

“Where else would I be?”

A faint smile tugged at his mouth, but it didn’t quite erase the tension in his jaw.

He was thinking.

That was always the tell.

Mel propped herself up on one elbow. “Okay. Talk to me.”

He dragged a hand down his face. “I don’t regret last night.”

“Good,” she said softly. “Because I don’t either.”

He searched her expression, like he was bracing for hesitation.

“I just…” He sat up now, back against her headboard. “We need to be adults about this.”

She huffed a quiet laugh. “That’s deeply unromantic.”

“I know.” He glanced at her. “But I mean it.”

She shifted to sit beside him, the sheet pooled around her waist. “Okay. Adults. Go.”

He nodded once, steadying himself.

“First, my sobriety.” His voice was calm, but careful. “Last night wasn’t impulsive. I wasn’t manic or spiraling. I wasn’t trying to replace one addiction with another.”

Her heart squeezed at the fact that he had even considered that.

“I know,” she said. “You were present. You were steady. You were… you.”

He held her gaze. “If this ever feels like it’s destabilizing me, I need to be honest about that. And I need you to call me on it if you see something I don’t.”

“You think I wouldn’t?”

A small smile. “No. I think you’d be terrifyingly good at it.”

She reached for his hand. “Your sobriety comes first. Even before me.”

He shook his head slightly. “You’re not separate from that.”

The weight of that statement settled between them.

“Second,” he continued, “my kids.”

Mel swallowed.

“I’m not introducing you to them as anything different. Not yet. They adore you already. I don’t want to confuse that.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to,” she said quickly. “They come first. Always.”

He studied her again, assessing, protective, grateful.

“And Abby,” he added. “She deserves to hear it from me before she hears it from anyone else.”

“That’s fair.”

He hesitated. “She’s going to ask if this started before the divorce.”

Mel stiffened slightly. “It didn’t.”

“I know that. You know that. But optics matter.”

She nodded slowly. “Then we don’t give anyone a reason to question it.”

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Which brings us to the hospital.”

Ah. There it was.

Mel exhaled. “We can’t keep doing whatever was happening yesterday.”

His jaw tightened. “I know.”

“No undermining each other. No territorial nonsense. No… comments.”

A flicker of embarrassment crossed his face. “That won’t happen again.”

“You were jealous.”

“Yes,” he said plainly. “I was.”

She softened slightly. “I don’t hate that you were jealous.”

His eyes darkened a shade. “No?”

She shook her head. “I hated how you handled it. But I don’t hate knowing you care.”

He leaned closer. “I care in a way that makes me irrational.”

“Well,” she murmured, “try being rational. You’re very good at that professionally.”

A ghost of a smirk. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you love me.”

His expression shifted again at that, the weight of the word still new, still fragile.

“I do,” he said quietly.

She leaned forward and kissed him, slower than last night, less desperate, more deliberate.

When she pulled back, she rested her forehead against his.

“So what are we?” she asked.

He didn’t hesitate this time.

“We’re together.”

The certainty in his voice made her stomach flip in a much gentler way than jealousy ever had.

The air in the Pitt felt charged the moment Mel walked in.

Not dramatic, just… aware.

Frank was already there, leaning over a chart at the main desk. He glanced up when she came through the doors.

The look he gave her wasn’t heated or territorial.

It was soft, intent, choosing.

Her stomach flipped.

Dana clocked it immediately. She didn’t say anything, just raised one knowing brow and walked away.

Samira, however, had all the subtlety of a foghorn.

She practically materialized at Mel’s elbow.

“Okay,” she whispered urgently. “Why do you look like you slept twelve hours and drank a green juice?”

Mel tried to keep her expression neutral. Failed.

Samira’s eyes widened.

“Oh my God.”

“Lower your voice.”

“Did you—”

“Yes.”

Samira clamped both hands over her own mouth to keep from shrieking.

Mel grabbed her arm and dragged her toward the supply closet.

The second the door shut, Samira spun around.

“You and Langdon.”

Mel nodded.

Samira blinked rapidly, like she was processing a plot twist she’d predicted seasons ago.

“Okay. First of all,” she said, pointing emphatically, “I knew it.”

Mel groaned. “You did not.”

“I absolutely did. The longing stares? The weird tension? The way he hovered every time you dated someone else?”

Mel folded her arms defensively. “He did not hover.”

“He hovered like a divorced hawk.”

Mel burst out laughing despite herself.

Samira’s expression softened.

“Are you happy?” she asked, quieter now.

The shift in tone made Mel’s throat tighten.

“Yes,” she said honestly. “I am.”

Samira studied her for a long moment, making sure.

“And he’s not pressuring you? Or spiraling? Or doing that self-sacrificing martyr thing he likes?”

“No,” Mel said gently. “We talked. About his sobriety. The kids. Abby. Everything.”

Samira’s shoulders relaxed.

“Good,” she said firmly. “Because you deserve something steady. Not chaotic.”

Mel swallowed. “I know.”

Samira stepped forward and pulled her into a tight hug.

“I’m really happy for you,” she murmured. “Like… really happy.”

Mel hugged her back just as tightly.

“I was so scared it was going to ruin everything,” she admitted quietly.

“It might complicate things,” Samira said pragmatically. “But ruin? No. Not if you both act like grown adults.”

Mel snorted. “That’s a high bar in this hospital.”

They separated just as the overhead speaker announced an incoming trauma.

When they stepped back onto the floor, Frank glanced over instinctively.

Samira caught it.

She leaned toward Mel and whispered, “Yeah. He’s gone.”

“What?”

“Completely. Gone. That man is in love with you.”

Heat crept up Mel’s neck.

Across the station, Frank gave her a small nod: professional, measured.

But his eyes lingered half a second longer than necessary.

Samira grinned.

“Oh,” she said under her breath, “this is going to be fun.”