Eyes of Blue, Heart of Stone (Baroness X Femme Reader)

Don't Tell Elizabeth

Doctor Milo Fitzgerald is given one instruction whenever he enters Hellman Hall. If you tell Elizabeth that you were here, you will be fed to the Dalmatians.

"Milo!" Screeched Elizabeth. "Yes, darling?" He called back. She looked at her husband with wide, golden retriever eyes. "I want to go out with Agatha." She said, with a sick innocence. "My wallet is in my office, honey." He replied and he scurried to the phone as she disappeared.

Shakily, he dialed.

"Hello, Hellman Hall, this is Y/N speaking!"

"T- this is the baroness's-"

"Fiancé. Yes. Who is this?"

"Dr Fitzgerald- it's Milo. I have Victoria's results back."

"That was fast."

"Her status gives her priority."

"Could you please tell me? Or is that a breach of protocol?"

"Is the Baroness available?"

"Good morning Milo."

"Your swabs came back. You are perfectly healthy. I'd recommend to be cautious and avoid physically demanding work."

"Thank you Milo. Good day."

"You too Baroness."

"And do not tell-"

"Elizabeth. I know."

The call ended and Milo muttered that a word of thanks might have been appreciated, but he knew that Hellman Hall was not a house to call expecting thanks when you were a Fitzgerald.

Wait.

His wallet was there?

Shit.

"That bastard!" Elizabeth hissed. Milo's files were usually alphabetised and he had kept the Hellman Hall file in his locked drawer. Someone must have moved it, not Milo, but someone. Not only was he going to Sticky Vicky's house, but he was inspecting her fucking vagina.

"Darling! I've left it down here!"

Elizabeth hid the file and looked around for the mysterious help. "Thank you." She whispered. "That perverse cow is going down."

"Oh how silly of you Milo!" She laughed, taking his wallet and putting it in her clutch. He giggled awkwardly. "Have an amazing time my dear." He replied. He took his wife into his arms and a scowl was set free as her face was out of her husbands view.

Their hug was cut short by Lottie.

"DADDYYYYY!"

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"Victoria, love, I'm going to go for a shower. We'll go out for a drive afterwards." You stated, kissing her. She nodded. The Baroness had been rather quiet and relaxed today, as to the Doctor's orders.

You undid you hair as you walked down the cavernous hallways, towel draped over your shoulder. For the middle of summer, it was bone chilling. A gust of wind from an open window put you on edge. Something wasn't right and you would do well to realise it.

"Sorry Baroness."

Any scream of help was slurred as she fell into an intoxicated slumber.

"Well I'm not really, but it's nice to say, isn't it?"

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