Embry and Peter didn't really speak again before she left for work. He protested again but she told him about the domino transplant which she was apart of.
As soon as Embry arrived at New Amsterdam, she tracked down Max. "Hey, can I talk to you for a quick minute?" she asked, "Alone," she added.
Max walked her into an empty office nearby, "What's up momma to be?" he asked, playfully but her expression shut that down quickly.
"Dean Fulton knows that you know about he and I," she began, "I'm not saying it's going to be an issue but he didn't seem happy. I just pray he doesn't approach you, hence the heads up."
Max laughed lightly, "I thought this was going to be much more serious. It'll be fine but today is a big day. Are you up for these surgeries? I don't need you throwing up in one of my patients," he teased.
Embry shook her head, "I'll be fine. I'm going to take something to make the nausea go away. Thank you for listening to me. How did Georgia take the news?" she knew he'd planned to tell her at the event the night before.
Max shrugged, "About as well as can be expected. She wants me to start treatment right away but I just have so much to do."
"What does Helen think?" she asked, always happy to bring up the subject of Dr. Sharpe whenever possible.
"Nice way to work that in," he complimented, "She agrees with Georgia so I'll start after the domino transplant. That reminds me, if I decide to go with full chemo, would you be my temporary medical director?"
She shook her head again, "I'm pregnant with the Dean's baby from a secret relationship. Do you really think I'm your best choice? Without all of the circumstance, being pregnant is a good enough reason not to go with me."
"I'll ask Helen," he replied, "But I only want one of you two in the position because you're both cut out for it. Think it over? Surely I'll be back in command by the time you give birth," he joked.
"I'll consider it," she answered, "Now, let's go be heroes."
After the surgeries, which took much more than they'd ever expected to pull off, Embry was sitting in the doctor's lounge with her feet up when Peter entered the room.
"Rough day?" he asked as he moved to sit down beside her, daringly taking her hand in his own. "I have to ask, why does Max know about us? We always committed to keeping this quiet."
"I've been in the OR for the past five hours," she began, "And, I'm exhausted. Max knew before he worked here because he's my best friend. I'm sorry I told someone but sometimes it's nice to have someone to talk to. Helen would be my first choice but she was here when you and I started up so I tried to keep it outside the building," she explained before tentatively laying her head on his shoulder.
"You're lucky I feel bad about how tired you are or I'd never let this fly," he taunted her, "I haven't changed my mind about things between us. You never said how long I had to think about it."
She laughed, though she was almost too tired to even do that, "I think you're allowing pda because you know most everyone is gone. And, you're right. I didn't give you a time limit. Are you really sure about this?" she was deeply worried she was trapping him into committing somehow.
"I've never been more sure about anything in my life," he answered, honestly, "Now, can I take you home so you can get some much needed rest?"
She stood from the couch but when he moved to join her, she held up a finger. Embry locked the door and pulled the blinds before maneuvering herself onto his lap. "There's something I'd really like to do first."
He chuckled softly, though he was already aroused from even the lightest of her touches, "Are you going to interrupt us by throwing up again?'
"I wish everyone would stop joking about me getting sick," she playfully replied before she leaned down and attacked his mouth with her own. She pulled back and whispered, "I hope you're ready because they say the second trimester, which is just two weeks away, can have some pretty interesting side effects," she resumed the kiss.