When you have to take the little girl you look after to the hospital, you're never expecting to find someone who you'd definitely like to see again. Little do you know that he wants to see you just as much as you do him.
Description: When you have to take the little girl you look after to the hospital, you're never expecting to find someone who you'd definitely like to see again. Little do you know that he wants to see you just as much as you do him.
A/N: Hiya, everyone! I've been working on this idea off and on for a couple of months and finally finished it! I don't know why, but I've been on a real Bob kick recently. So have this ridiculously fluffy, cute fic!
Thanks to SarahSmil3s who read over this fic for me and caught one huge plot hole!
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You can feel the panic clawing at you, sinking wickedly sharp claws into your lungs as you force yourself to put one step in front of the other. Your only other focus as you walk is to keep from jostling the small, slight form in your arms.
"You're going to be okay, sweetheart, I promise." You mutter the words with each step you take, a constant litany that soothes your frenzied mind and valiantly tries to push back the panic. But it doesn't work. You feel like you're drowning as you scribble out her name in the emergency room, Ivy Seresin, in your looping, jagged handwriting. Your charge is valiant as she grits her teeth, big green eyes glistening with tears as you carefully settle her into your lap after filling out the papers. Her dad is going to murder you for this. When he gets out of his jet and can hear the frantic voicemails you left him, he's going to march down to the base hospital and fire you.
After all, what kind of babysitter are you? You'd walked into the house for only a couple of minutes to answer the phone. You had rushed back out to the shrieks and squeals of a little girl in pain, lying stunned under the colossal backyard playset her dad built for her when she could walk. You'd bundled her into the car the minute you realized, your mind racing at a million miles per hour while doing your best not to jostle her arm. She sobs wearily into your chest, her soft blonde hair mussed and tangled.
"Miss Seresin?" You startle out of your thoughts, the nurse's voice pulling you from where you'd been cuddling Ivy. "The doctor will see you now."
"C'mon, pretty girl," Your voice is wobbly as you carefully stand up with Ivy in your arms. "The doctor's going to make you feel much better, and I bet your daddy will be right here before the doctor's done looking at your arm!"
You feel strung tight, close to tears, even though you're not hurt at all. Big drops spill from Ivy's eyes as you set her down on the hospital bed, her small form looking even smaller when the bed is so much larger than she is. It's made worse when she won't let you go, either. Her uninjured hand is fisted securely in your soft t-shirt. This is the stalemate the nurse sees when she walks in. She's a beautiful brunette with a pert upturned nose and a sweet smile on her face.
