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Still There {Crockett Marcel}

*Chicago Med*

"You comfortable, Y/N?" Will asked you.

"Yeah, I'm good," you answered while moving around.

"You know, you could've gone to an actual gynaecologist instead of coming to me," Will told you.

"Is that your way of telling me that you don't want me here? 'Cause I can take a hint, William," you joked.

He chuckled.

"You know that's not what I meant."

"Do I? Do I really?"

Will wiped the jelly from off your belly.

"So, how's junior doing? He ready to come out yet?"

"I remember you begging to not know the sex of the baby. How are you so sure that it's a boy?" he asked.

"I'm not," you shrugged. "But it's fun to guess."

"All laughter aside, are you okay?"

Your smile dropped momentarily then came back, only much smaller.

"Yeah, of course I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" you asked.

"Because this is the hospital where your ex husband works," Will stated in a 'duh' tone.

You rolled your eyes.

"Crockett and I go to the same cafe. Does that mean I shouldn't go there anymore? We also share a supermarket and there's no way in hell that I'm going to travel a longer distance for every single craving I get."

Will raised his arms in mock defense.

"Okay, okay. I get it," he said. "I'll be back with your ultrasound."

Then he left the room and you were all alone with your thoughts.

You looked at your belly fondly and started rubbing it lovingly.

"Sweet pea
Apple of my eye
Don't know when and I don't know why
You're the only reason I keep on coming back home," you sang.

Problem was, your enchanting voice was attracting some unwanted attraction.

"Our wedding song," Dr Marcel said. "You remembered."

Acting out of instinct, you grabbed one of your pillows and attempted to cover your belly.

"Why so jumpy?" he asked you.

"I wasn't singing that song for you," you said, completely ignoring his question. "It didn't even cross my mind that it was our wedding song."

"What are you hiding under that pillow?" he asked, also completely ignoring you.

"Nothing," you lied.

"You're lying," he told you.

"No, I'm not," you lied again.

"Okay, except you totally are," he retorted. "You have a tell when you lie."

"Oh yeah? And what's that?"

"Like I'm gonna tell you and lose all my leverage," Crockett said.

You rolled your eyes playfully and shook your head.

"Crockett Marcel, still as cocky as ever," you said.

"Y/N Marcel, still as breathtaking as ever," he responded.

Your face started heating up and you couldn't help the smile that filled your face.

"Eight months and I can still make you blush," Marcel said. "Why did we ever get divorced?"

"Because we weren't good for each other," you told him.

"Oh, bull," he scoffed.

"It's true. I wanted kids, you didn't. I wanted to move to Europe, you didn't," you listed.

"And yet here you are, still in Chicago," he smirked.

"I didn't wanna take any risks by flying," you answered without thinking instantly regretting it.

"What do you mean by risks?" he asked you.

"Hey Y/N, I've got your ultrasounds...." Will began but instantly stopped when he saw Crockett standing there. "Dr Marcel, hey."

He turned to you with a confused look and feeling overwhelmed by his stare, you slowly removed the pillow so that your belly could be visible.

You expected him to be angry or upset or outraged or something but what you got was the exact opposite. He crouched down and began rubbing your belly. His eyes filled with so much love and happiness.

"The baby," he said. "It's ours isn't it?"

"Yeah," you nodded. "They are."

"You don't know the gender?" he asked.

"Nope, I prefer the element of surprise. The thrill of not knowing."

He chuckled.

"I didn't expect anything less from you," he said. "Can I... um can I —"

"Yes," you interrupted. "You can."

He turned to you and that love and happiness in his eyes was still there. He held your hand and squeezed it tightly.

"Thank you."