After the insane events of the blizzard were over and most of the team was able to get home and recuperate, Embry walked into Max's office to present her idea. She couldn't have picked a better day, either, because he was looking rough.

"How are you feeling, buddy?" she asked as she sat down across from him after finding him at his desk in a very rare moment.

She watched as Max looked her over before speaking. "It looks like you've started to really pop," he finally said, avoiding her questions which didn't surprise her because she could see that he didn't feel well. He could tell in a rare instance that Embry didn't know what to say so he decided to rescue her and asked, "What's on your mind?"

"The blizzard got me thinking," she began, "I know you've asked me and Helen to be your Deputy Medical Director. But, what if there's a better option?" she paused to gauge his reaction.

Max grinned, for the first time that day, having a feeling he knew who was on her mind, "Was there someone specific you were going to pitch for the job?"

"There is, as a matter of fact," she answered with a grin creeping across her lips, "Would you ask Peter to aid you in your role?"

Max sighed, leaning back against his chair, "I'm sure Brantley will go along with that. Here's a question I have for you, do you always think of things that would make my life harder?"

Embry shook her head while playing innocent, "I'm not sure what you're referring to. I just thought Fulton might be the right choice given his experience and lack of obligations currently. You know Helen and I would love to but we're both booked solid."

"Is this really part of an elaborate plan to get him in the hospital everyday?" Max asked.

She let out a light laugh, "Nonsense! It's actually my plan to ensure you and Helen have more time to be near one another to give those sparks a chance to ignite," she teased but quickly realized he was not in the mood and corrected herself, "I'm sorry. You know how much I want your happiness but I will butt out." She changed the subject, "So, what do you think?"

"I want to believe you're wrong just because of the pain it's going to be but I know you're right," he answered, "I'll go talk with Brantley and stop by your place this evening. If I can still stand by then, that is."

Embry couldn't suppress her large smile at the mere thought of having Fulton back inside the walls of New Amsterdam again.

Embry left Max's office to check on a few of her patients who were induced earlier that morning. As her pregnancy progressed, she found it harder to witness childbirth because it made her nervous if she was being honest with herself.

Three of her patients delivered during her rounds. Embry cleaned up and walked to her office grateful for the chance to get off of her feet for a few minutes.

When she reached her door, she noticed Peter sitting on the sofa in the corner of her office, "What do I owe this surprise?" she asked to announce herself.

Peter took in the sight of her, amazed by how easily she could affect his body, "I missed you." He patted the spot next to him, "Close the door," he instructed with his voice low sending shivers down Embry's spine.

She turned and shut the door to her office before making her way toward him and taking a seat beside him trying to hide her smile the entire time. "What's on your mind?" she finally asked attempting to hide the anticipation from her voice.

Peter leaned toward her grasping her neck before his lips met hers. She ran her hands from his knees to his shoulders where should could push his blazer off while she deepened the kiss, pushing her tongue through his lips until it touched his.

He broke the kiss, breathless, and asked, "Why are you wearing these god forsaken scrubs? They are impossible to get off," frustration dancing in his tone. His free hand was under her top sending chills across her bare skin.

"Because they're bulky," she whispered moving one of her hands to his belt undoing each layer until her hand was wrapped around him. She stroked him and felt a tingle when light moans began escaping his lips.

Embry released him and lowered herself to the floor on her knees. She placed her hands on his thighs and moved closer between his legs.

"I didn't come here just for me," he protested but he was starting to lose focus from the anticipation as he felt her breath against him, his hands already in her hair.

She ran her tongue along his length holding his thighs down as he tried to lift himself towards her. "I know," she whispered before engulfing him.