Natural High
Tired is what he would have been after eighteen hours at the hospital. Exhausted was how he felt after performing an emergency C-section and delivering April's baby. After Miranda was paged to her office and Jackson left to check on April, Ben searched for an on-call room. It took four tries before he found one that had a bed for him to sleep in. He looked at the top of the bunked beds to see an intern snoring loudly. Ben rolled onto the bottom bunk and ran his fingers over his head. Today had been a day. It had been stressful and that was before he'd even gotten to Grey's house. He smiled a little which turned into full on laughter. He was so tired and that made the whole ordeal that much funnier. The intern roused and looked down. Seeing that it was him, he cleared his throat and left the room with a respectful nod. A knock on the door and the turning of the knob revealed Miranda. "Want to go home?" She asked. "Let me take you home." She walked toward the bed and sat next to him.
Ben closed his eyes and said: "I can move over some."
She shook her head. "Your car is still at Grey's house, right?"
"I'm okay," he said. "I was just going to lie here for a while, maybe a few years." '
She laughed. "No, see, I want us to go home and get into our own bed."
"Us?" He said not sure that he had heard her correctly.
"Yes, us. You and me. Ben and Miranda. Husband and wife. The way it should be."
"The way it should be," Ben repeated smiling into the darkness.
"Let's go home," she said as he kissed her back, making her shudder.