Disclaimer: Everything belongs to their rightful owner(s)
Pairing: Jeremy/Betsy.
Genre: Romance, Friendship, possibly Hurt/Comfort and Family.
Rating: PG-13/T.
Summary: "So now I think that I could love you back." — a series of one-shots revolving around [the prompts Imagine Your OTP on tumblr & others] Jeremy and Betsy.

Author's Note: The ship chose me. That is all.

Prompt: Imagine Your OTP hasn't seen each other in a few days. Person A is really upset about something small. Person B calls them to make sure they are alright and just listens while Person A cries about nothing and everything for an hour. Once Person A is done crying Person B just says "I love you" and makes Person A's day

Everything was going wrong.

Okay. Perhaps she was just exaggerating. But the wifi refused to work, and the person who should've come here to fix it didn't, and Morgan was trying to set the office on fire she swore, and Tamra's complaining on about a distant cousin that Betsy couldn't remember the name of, and Dr. Lahiri was out doing God knows what, and Dr. Castellano was in a surgery and he wasn't there.

But then again, maybe she was just stressed out. She wasn't usually like this.

Betsy clicked on the mouse again, hoping that somehow refreshing the page this time would create miracle. All of a sudden, a distant crash was heard and she snapped her attention to it, the lights around the office flickered before — "I'm alright! I'm okay!" yelled Morgan.

She sighed, and returned her attention back onto the screen.

No Internet Connection.

Dang it. She closed her eyes in aggravation and toppled her forehead against her arm, sighing out. Suddenly, her phone rang — and Betsy immediately ran her thumb over the screen, didn't bother checking the caller ID. "Hello?"

"Love?"

"Jeremy," she breathed out, her chest suddenly expanded. "How are you— how's your family? Are you okay? Is everything okay?"

"Calm down, Bets. Everything's perfectly fine here. I'm... holding up." He paused, and she could actually picture him there, in his all-English house, his niece and nephew running behind, his mother's at the kitchen, chatting loudly with his brother. She wondered if he's bearing all the family reunion as calm as he claimed to be. She wondered if hearing her voice eased some tension in his body as his voice did to her. "How is the practice? I assume everything is as it should be?"

"It's..." She caught herself and bit her inner cheek. She was never a very good liar. "It's a disaster. Everything's ruined."

"Ruin?" She could hear him grinning, amused. "You can't possibly mean that."

"The— stupid— wifi— won't— work!" She hit the monitor, grunting. "And I personally think Morgan's trying to kill the whole office. I mean— I can't, okay. I don't know, Jeremy. I'm so tired. Why won't the wifi work? I just need it to work and— why won't it work?"

Why aren't you here?

"Betsy, darling. Are you alright?"

"Am I alright— am I alright?" She paused, shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Of course not, Jeremy! What do you think? Everything's a mess, and I don't know where Dr. Lahiri is, and Dr. Castellano's didn't like my bracelet and I don't like it too but Nana sent it, therefore I have to wear it or she'll die or something, and an angry pregnant lady just shouted at me because her boyfriend cheated on her and somehow that's my fault and I missed the premier of Frozen and— the— wifi— still— won't— work!"

"Betsy."

"What?" She asked sharply.

"I love you."

"Well—" Betsy paused, feeling a little bit guilty. Here she had a boyfriend who had to force himself to fly out and spend the weekend with his family all on his own, and she's here, complaining about a silly everyday problem? Betsy sighed, but didn't fight the tiniest smile carving up her lips. "I love you too. I'm sorry."

"No. It's fine. It's a bad day, we all have that." He paused, and then: "I love you."

She beamed, "Come home, Jeremy."

"I will. Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow." She confirmed, biting on her lips. "I'll pick you up at the airport."

"And later on, we'll catch Frozen together. How about that?"

"I'd love that."

"I know you do," and somehow, she could sense his smirk all the way up her spine, deep to her core. She beamed some more.

Somehow, everything that went wrong, became much better.

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