Embry gathered herself, taking something for her nausea, before she made her way back to the ED to find everything calm once again, Dean Fulton handing his stethoscope back to Max before his eyes averted to hers.
She stayed where she was as he moved toward her, gesturing for her to step into one of the private exam rooms.
"Are you alright? I saw you get sick earlier," Fulton began, "I wanted to check on you but...you know why I couldn't."
This was the moment of truth, Embry could come clean or keep this news to herself as long as possible. She chose the latter, running her hands up his chest until they rested on his shoulders. "I'm fine," she replied, leaning in and placing a small kiss to his lips, "I just forgot to eat with everything going on and I'd taken some medicine." She moved in for a second kiss, this one more lingering then the first one.
Fulton backed off from her, just slightly, "An exam room isn't really the best place for us to make love."
"I can't help it, babe," she moved closer once again, knowing he wasn't truly against her idea. "Watching you all day, taking care of patients, being a sexy doctor," she whispered, "It was just too much," she added before running her tongue along his ear, down to his jaw, and then focusing her attention back to his lips.
This time, Embry felt her respond, leaning into her touch, his hands on her waist directing her back to the exam table, helping her hoist herself on top of it.
"Is this what you were after?" he asked, resuming the kiss while his hands found themselves on her thighs at the hem of her skirt, slowly pushing it up.
Embry nodded, smiling against his mouth, trailing her own fingers, previously wrapped around his neck, down his chest until they found his belt buckle. "Are you sure you're up to this?" she teased.
He responded by beginning to work her panties down her legs while she resumed her work until there were no more barriers and he was able to slide inside of her, both letting out a moan which they caught in a kiss.
Dean Fulton left for home once they finished, telling her he'd call her later, and Embry made her way to the roof where she knew the others were working on Iggy's community garden. When she stepped through the doorway, she was quickly greeted by Max with an open beer for her.
She waved away the beverage causing him to look at her curiously, "Earlier you said you would only work if I provided beer later. What's up?"
"Can we talk a little further away from everyone?" she replied which Max quickly agreed to, placing the extra beer on a nearby bench, before guiding Embry to a corner of the roof where they could talk without other ears listening.
"What's going on?" Max asked, once they were settled.
Embry took a deep breath before she explained, "Well, it turns out Dean Fulton knocked me up," she revealed, looking away from his eye contact almost immediately.
"Did you tell him?" he began, "Are you planning to? What level is your relationship with eachother?" her continued hurling questions her way.
Embry shook her head, "I haven't told him yet. I just found out, obviously since I thought I could have a beer earlier today," she continued, "I don't know what I'm going to do. He and I are more then just a sex thing but he's married so it's not like we're gonna move in together and start a family." She put her head in her hands, "I don't know what I'm going to do."
Max reached out and placed his hand on her back, "No matter what, you know I'm here for you. We'll figure this out, each step of the way. You're not in this alone."
She looked back up, nodding, "I know, you're a good friend Max. Let's talk about you so I can take my mind off of this. How are things with Georgia at home?" she changed the subject to his also complicated love life.
Max shrugged, "I don't really know yet. We're just trying to work things out. It was a big win convincing her not to go to Connecticut," he revealed.
"I know this isn't what you want to hear," Embry began, "But Georgia makes you feel like the bad guy when she's not perfect, by any means. I see a lot of sparks between you and Helen…"
"Embry," he playfully admonished her, "I'm trying to fix my marriage not complicate it with an affair, however, your concern is noted and appreciated."
Embry looked up and saw Helen stepping onto the roof, smiling to herself, as she stood up. "Well buddy, I'm going to go home and not drink away my sorrow. I'll see you in the morning," she finished before she began walking to the exit, motioning to Helen with her eyes as she did so.
Embry got to her apartment and changed into shorts and a tank top before crashing in her bed, turning on the TV, with a bottle of water.
She started to fade just as her phone rang, startling her into dropping her water and the remote before she grabbed her phone to see who it was. She saw Fulton's face and swiped to answer.
"Boss?" she started, her voice visibly tired.
"You don't need to call me that," Fulton's voice replied, "Were you asleep? You usually aren't, but I didn't want to wake you," he confessed.
Embry shook her head, "I was falling asleep but not there yet. What's up? Where are you hiding out to be able to talk to me?" her question had a little more annoyance then she'd expected.
"She's on a business trip," he answered, "Listen, I'm still worried about you. Are you sure everything's ok?" he brought up her earlier vomit event again.
Embry took a deep breath, wondering what she should say. Since she was almost asleep, her filter was gone and she was not thinking at one hundred percent. "You don't need to be worried, I'm just pregnant."