Langst One Shots

ER (Female Lance)

Keith had been a surgeon at Voltron General for about two years, and delivering babies had become a very routine thing for him. Perhaps he was just heartless, but he didn't understand how doctors found the whole process of taking a mucus covered sack of skin out of an angry wasp 'magical.'

That was until he met Laura. Poor girl was in one of the most complicated pregnancies he had ever seen. Every time she had shown up for a check up, she always had some form of bruise or mark on her. Not to mention the fact that she had already had a miscarriage before this. Thankfully, none of the injuries were on her stomach. He always assumed Laura was just clumsy, or that she was being irresponsible.

It wasn't until her second trimester that he realized that her husband was never at any of her appointments. Not even the first ultrasound. Of course, he knew he existed. It turned out the receptionist (Allura, who's father owned the hospital) was a close friend of Laura's.

Apparently she was married to a man named Lotor who she had met during their last year of high school. They had been married for about two years now, and ever since then Lauren cut contact with almost all of her friends from high school. It was like she was a different person.

But whenever she came for an appointment, she just started talking to Allura like nothing had happened. Like she never ghosted her.

...Needless to say, Keith wasn't so worried about whether or not Lotor should be attending the meetings anymore. He had no proof, though, and didn't want to intervene on what could easily just be a happy marriage. He didn't want to lose a patient just because of miscommunication.

Speaking of Laura...

"Good morning, Mrs.McLain, I hope you are doing well."

He leaned against his office chair as he shook Laura's hand, welcoming her into the examination room where they spent most of their time together.

"Please," Laura said, brushing back chestnut hair as she tried to hide the fact that she had no time to style it. "Call me Laura."

If Keith had a dime for every time Laura said that... Well, if Laura had a dime for every time he called her Mrs.McLain regardless...

Anyways, he sat her down the the operation table/seat, and turned off the lights so he could preform the ultrasound.

"Alright, alright. And how are you feeling today?"
He lift up Laura's hospital gown to reveal her 8 3/4 months pregnant stomach. She winced when he put the cold gel on and started examining the baby through the ultrasound.

"Good as you can be with an adorable little parasite eating up all your energy. How are you doing, doc?"

"Good as I can be with twenty pregnant ladies about to pop coming into my office back to back."

"...touché."

That's what he liked about Laura. She knew how to take a joke, she acknowledged how hard it must be to be a doctor, and despite being a week away from her due date, she still seemed so composed, so witty. Not that he would be surprised if she wasn't, it takes witnessing one birth to realize pregnancy should be considered cruel and unusual punishment.

They had also... hung out, a few times after appointments. He knew it wasn't professional, but it was never on purpose! They would just happen to be at the same karaoke bar or mall and would end up talking for a while. Nothing serious, of course.

He wiped off the gel with a towel and helped Laura sit up.

"Healthy as always, Mrs.McLain. I look forward to seeing you again next Monday. I'm sure you'll have a very smooth delivery."