Stuff Like This (Stuff Like That)

Ben found Miranda in her office. "Where's my ring, woman?" He said sitting on her desk.

"Shut it, man," she told him.

He took her hand and pulled her up, opening his legs so she could get between them. He kissed her chin. "Did you tell anyone?"

Miranda shook her head. "I j-just…don't think I'm ready yet."

"Okay," he said simply. He never pressured her. He seemed content as long as she had his ring. "You were up early this morning." Miranda's eyes widened. He was right. She'd been up at four o'clock in the morning and wasn't able to get back to sleep. So she'd stared at their ceiling for a few hours until it was time to wake Tuck up. It was nearing four in the afternoon and while she wasn't struggling, she could use some rest. "What is it, Miranda?"

"I don't know. I'm not deliberately waking up early and losing sleep," Miranda argued. Now she was starting to get pissed off. If she knew why, she would tell him; but her mind was going blank and lack of sleep wasn't helping matters any.

"Okay, okay. Look, I'm sorry." He gave her a warm hug, rubbing her back.

"It's fine. Sorry for snapping."

"You should get some rest," Ben said trying to dodge her flailing arm. He laughed as she struck him. "Alright. I, uh, gotta get back to shaking my moneymaker for you and the kid. Someone has to keep a roof over your pretty, little head." He made a move to get off of the desk and she stopped him.

"Are you okay with me not wanting to tell people?"

"Whatever you want, baby." He checked the door before pulling Miranda closer, their bodies touching in several places. He played with the band of her pants, slipping a hand between her legs.

"D-don't," she said softly, wanting him to continue. "B-B-Ben, wait." Ben removed his hand, a sly grin on his face. "The door is not locked. And I thought you had to get back to work?"

"I'm listening to the door, but you've got to be very, very, very quiet." He kissed her neck and worked his way down her body stopping at her chest. He lifted her shirt and sucked her nipples through her bra. She whined and grasped his back, her face on his shoulder.

Her phone rang on the end of her desk and sheer disappointment fell over her. She groaned loudly while leaning over to look at it, pushing Ben away. Looking at messages, she could see that they were about Tom Kates, he was back in the hospital. "Now I have to go." She continued to text, looking up at her fiancé; smiling as she thought about the word. They were really engaged. And even if only three people knew, it was still real. Ben smirked. She watched as he lifted a finger to his lips. She checked his left hand and thought that maybe she should get him a ring, too. Why should she walk around with a ring on, all locked down and taken and he still looked available? No, he was getting a ring. "Ew, get out of here. There are wipes in the second drawer." She kissed him quickly and left. "I'll see you at home."

Miranda headed to Tom's room. "What do we got?" She asked.

He winced. "I f-f-f-feel s-so c-c-c-cold," Tom said.

"Tom Kates, 35, four days post-splenectomy. He was discharged, but returned today with chills, a harsh cough and shortness of breath."

Jamie held his hand. "Dr. Bailey, he hasn't been eating or drinking either. I figured that was normal after surgery, but when the cough appeared and he kept saying he was cold no matter the temperature, I brought him right in."

Miranda nodded. "Okay, Jamie, we're going to get him up to surgery right now." She nodded and tears fell down her shirt. "We're going to take good care of him, okay?" More tears. "Alright, people, let's go."

"Mostow, why are we here today?" Miranda asked.

"OPSI?" The intern replied.

"Are you asking or telling me?"

"Telling you."

"Good. Then you would be correct."

She watched the intern exhale. "We need to work quickly and diligently before this infection gets any worse." During the surgery, Miranda focused on Tom, but she couldn't help but wonder if he'd had an infection because of something she'd done. Was she at fault? She'd thought that her sleep deprivation wasn't a factor and wasn't affecting her job, but was she being delusional? As a surgeon, she needed all of her rest. And, for the last couple of weeks, she'd been failing to do that. Was she the reason that Tom was back in the hospital and not at home resting? Had she been negligent? Miranda thought back to the day that she'd performed the surgery. She'd actually gotten more rest that day than she had during her other restless days. And Tom had been her first patient on a long list of patients that day. No, this was just an unfortunate effect of a splenectomy. She couldn't have seen it coming or prevented it, but she really needed to get to the bottom of her sleeplessness. Miranda threw her last stitch into Tom's brown skin.

After the surgery, Miranda walked into Tom Kates' room to see Jamie asleep by the windowsill. "Mrs. Kates? Jamie?" Miranda said touching the woman's forearm.

Her eyes fluttered open and she immediately started crying. "Oh, God! He didn't make it?!"

"What? No! No!" Jamie's tears multiplied. "I mean, yes! He's fine. They're bringing him up now. He's fine. It was touch and go for a bit, but he's a fighter."

"Thank you! Thank you! Dr. Bailey!" Jamie stood up and squeezed the General surgeon tightly.

"Ow!" Miranda said.

"What is it?" Jamie asked rubbing her eyes. Miranda pulled the pinned ring from inside of her shirt. "Is that…?" Miranda twisted her lips to the side. "Dr. Bailey, are you engaged?" Miranda nodded, sliding the ring on her finger. "Can I see it?"

"Yep," she said holding up her hand for Jamie to see.

"Was this on Valentine's Day?"

"No, uh, yesterday."

"Congratulations, lady! Aren't you so lucky! See this is what enjoying Valentine's Day gets you," Jamie said clapping her hands together. "Did you guys, uh, have sex?"

"I don't think…"

"Aww, c'mon, no one's in here but us."

"Yes," Miranda answered blowing air out of her mouth. "Several times. Lots and lots of sex." Both women giggled as Jamie high-fived Miranda.

"Was it hot?" Jamie asked biting her lip.

Miranda remembered her and Ben making love on top of their dresser and she blushed again. "Yes. It was very… hot." Jamie fanned herself as the surgeon's phone vibrated. "Sorry, Jamie, I have to go. But Tom should be coming back in—" A large bed was being wheeled into the room. "Right now."

Jamie rushed to his side. "Don't do that again," the woman said against her husband's cheek.

Miranda slinked out of the room and headed to the Nurse's Station. The halls were nearly empty. She sighed deeply as she signed a few papers before handing over Tom's chart.

Safe to say, she was exhausted. Maybe tonight was the night she'd get all of her rest. She smiled a smile that quickly turned into a yawn as her feet led her back to the locker room. Miranda leaned against her locker.

"Bailey?" Callie's voice said interrupting her mini-nap.

"Yes, Torres? And could you bring your voice down to normal people level?"

"What is that?" Callie said ignoring Miranda's request.

"What is what?"

The orthopedic surgeon gestured to Miranda's left hand. "That!"

"Shhh! What does it look like?"

"You and Warren are engaged?"

"Yes!" Miranda whispered. "We're engaged."

"Since when?"

"Saturday." Callie started to speak, Miranda beat her to it. "And I was going to tell you. I just wanted to let it sink in first."

"Bailey, you're getting married," Callie said smiling and hugging an unwilling Miranda who scrunched up her face. "Oh, okay, you could pretend to be excited."

"I was. I am," she said secretly relieved that she could reveal her news to her best friend. "I am excited. It's just a really big step."

"Mmmhmm, I know how you feel," Callie told her friend. "I remember feeling that way with Arizona. I was freaking out because my marriage with George was a bust. I kept thinking that maybe I was the problem." Miranda nodded knowingly. "But I knew Arizona deserved more than me just telling her that I loved her. She needed to see that I was dedicated. And it was one of the best things I've ever done." Callie touched her chest, probably touching her own ring.

"But what if I'm just not cut out for this? What if I'm no longer patient enough or stupid enough to deal with marriage—again?" Miranda asked her friend. "We just moved in together and now he proposed basically weeks apart."

"Bailey, stop. You two are perfect together. You will be fine. Ben is amazing and he loves you and Tuck. He's a man that you don't have to hold to threaten to commit to you. What more could you ask for?" Miranda blinked. She couldn't ask for anything more. Callie was right, her engagement was a good thing and she shouldn't be hiding it. It wasn't like she was going to change her mind; that wasn't an option. She loved Ben too much and she wanted to share that fact with the world. Callie interrupted Miranda's mental musings by picking up her hand and looking at the ring. "Damn, this is beautiful."

"Yeah, it is," Miranda replied lazily.

"Why isn't it pinned to your scrub top? You were the first person I saw doing that."

"I had it there, but someone hugged me and it jabbed me, so I put it on."

"So basically you wanted people to find out."

"No. How did you get that from my story?"

Callie wiggled her eyebrows. "I mean, subconsciously, you wanted people to know about your engagement which is why you slipped it on your finger."

"No. Absolutely not. That is…you're insane."

Callie shrugged as her phone buzzed. "Gotta go." She hugged Miranda again. "Congratulations, Miranda."