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CHAPTER 15
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My alarms rings at 5 am exactly. I notice Bucky is still asleep breathing calmly.

I crawl out of bed and head into the shower quickly. Brushing my teeth doing my skin care.

I wear a face mask most of the time at work. I only do waterproof mascara, because makeup in the OR and ER is a disaster.

Getting out of my robe. I March my self to my closet where I keep a line of scrubs.

I walk in and Buck is inside the closet. "I thought this was a bathroom"

"It's the second door in my room follow the humid leftovers of my shower" I say point in that direction. He nods going to the room.

I grab my scrubs and quickly change. While putting my hair in a loose bun. Going downstairs I go into my kitchen.

I grab my bento box and begin to make my lunch for today. I turn my stove on and make a quick stir fry.

I also quickly make coffee pouring some of it into a travel mug. I left some leftover coffee for bucket to have at it.

"MARGO!" I hear Bucky yell from the room upstairs.

"What!" I yell back. Mixing Sugar into my coffee.

"CAN YOU BRING MY BAG?" He yells. I roll my eyes heading back upstairs.  I left my coffee closed so it'll hopefully be hot when I leave.

I look on the couch and a black trash bag filled  to the brim with clothes. "What is he? Moving in?" I mutter chucking the bag over my shoulder.

I go toward the stairs and but the bag down instead I drag the bag upstairs. I knock on my door he opens up. He easily takes the bag over his shoulder to my closet.

I go downstairs and finish making my lunch. I pack it in my bag. I go to my fridge where I find my overnight oats that I keep for this exact reason.

I look at the watch on my wrist it reads 6:30. I need to be in the ER at 7:00am.

I grab my key from the key holder on the wall. Bucky comes downstairs with fresh clothes.

"Where are you going?" He asks looking at my black scrubs.

"Work. I'll be back at around 7 pm. There's food in the fridge and the key to the car in my garage is this one"

I throw it to him, he catches it with ease and I'm clearly jealous. Imagine being fit without being fit.

"There's is some overnight oats in the fridge" I point to the fridge. "And the GPS is installed in the car. Common locations are in my saved places bookmark"

"Do you think you can handle it for a day?" I say looking for my agenda. I find it in a drawer and stuff it in my bag.

"I'm not going to destroy the house" Bucky reassures. "I need to find Sam"

"He's with Sarah. The address is marked on the GPS as la chula" I say realizing I need to change Sarah's name but it's so accurate.

"Great, I'm off to Work then, I'll see you later" I say making my way toward the door.

"Have a good day at work" he says heading toward my fridge.

I hop into my car and begin my drive. I mean seriously when did I become a husband. No, really.

All I needed was a brief case and a kid named Emily with a golden retriever. That conversation we had back there was hinting suburban husband vibes.

I need a mustache, tight fitted shorts, and sweat bands to finish my looks off.

Maybe I should buy bucket a apron that says "I turn grills on"

I laugh suddenly in the silence of my car. Bucky can't cook...well I have yet to taste.

I shake my head, I'm getting way too ahead of myself. This man wishes me a good day at work and my brain practically screams at me to tell
Him "I wanna have your babies please"

I needed to calm my ass down. I need to go on a date urgently because Mr. Pucket is causing me to picture my self In a white dress with a bouquet of flowers.

This is humiliating, I even named our child. I need to get my head out of Zeus' ass and come back to Demeter's fields because I'm clearly delusional.

Finally parking my car at the hospital. I throw my coat on and make my way to the ER to check in.

"Doctor Martinez" Nurse Cassandra says. "You have a heart surgery scheduled this morning"

"Really?" I say frowning. Heart surgery isn't as common as you might think. I double out at about 238$ and hour when it's heart surgery.

Depending on the surgery. I can earn from 950-1000$ per heart operation.

"Scrub ins are at 8:00" she says handing me my pager.

"Thank you" i say grabbing it and stuffing it in my pocket.

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