more than i can hold in my heart.

valentine's day

Being surprised by flowers and chocolate sent to your work from a secret admirer.

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It's February.

And apparently, that means everyone decides to be romantic and treat their loved ones and/or significant others with flowers and chocolates.

Miranda Bailey is not impressed.

She had always disliked this notion that on Valentine's Day, you have to pick up the slack you're on for the last 364 days, and pour all your love into your person. Then, it's all back to the regular ol' setting, and the romance just climbs out of the window.

So, even as the hospital puts little heart decorations, and squeals of joy can be heard from the surprises their loved ones have prepared, she rolls her eyes, and continues on to her day.

Miranda headed towards the cafeteria, where she's sure her bestfriends, Addison, Teddy and Callie were, along with Arizona.

She sat beside them, and rolled her eyes again, as she focused on their conversation. "Did you hear? Grandinetti's roof collapsed." Teddy was saying.

"Oh, yeah. We should finish up soon. The restaurant must've been packed." Callie replied, munching on a burger, "See, I told you this would happen." She looked pointedly at her wife.

Arizona rolled her eyes. "Yes, that's why we went to dinner at 4, and gave each other gifts."

The two showed their matching necklaces, and Miranda cleared her throat. "Just… special, original, magical, squeals of joy."

The three laughed. "Why the Grinch, Bailey?" Teddy asked, taking a french fry from her tray.

"Grinch is for Christmas. That's a holiday." She paused, ready to say more, and rant about how stupid Valentine's Day is, when someone cleared their throat.

"Um, excuse me, is there any Dr. Miranda Bailey in here?" A man stood at the entrance, holding a bouquet of flowers, with Hershey's chocolate tucked between them and a clipboard.

Miranda frowned and stood, walking closer to the delivery man. "Uh, that's me. Why?"

The man gulped under her intense glare. "This… is for you, ma'am."

She scoffed. "No, I don't think it is. There must be some mistake." She looked behind her, and her friends were trying to conceal their shock, but failed. She looked over to the other doctors, who were staring at her. She'll most likely be the talk of the hospital today. "What are you all looking at?"

They turned their eyes away, picking at their food, but with the obvious silence, Miranda knew they were all still listening.

"No, ma'am. It says right here, Dr. Miranda Bailey. Seattle Grace-Mercy West. I just need you to sign right here," he pointed to the dotted line along the paper.

"O-okay."

She proceeded to do what she was told, mostly because she was so confused. "I-Is that all?"

He smiled at her, "Happy Valentine's Day, Dr. Bailey. You must have quite the admirer. Here you go."

He handed her the bouquet, and took off. Miranda stared down at the flowers. There were red roses, and anemones. Her heart sped up, and she felt her stomach fill with butterflies. Who would send this?

She sat down in her chair, ignoring all her friends' questions as to whom it was from. She just stared blankly at the roses and the anemones. And the chocolates, her favorites, sitting comfortably in between them.