Guess Who’s Gonna Be a Grandpa.

The ER was its usual brand of chaos—monitors beeping, nurses moving like clockwork, and Robby halfway through a trauma consult when he caught sight of three familiar figures standing awkwardly near the nurse’s station.

You.

Your twenty-year-old.

Your eighteen-year-old.

Robby blinked. His brows furrowed. He handed off the chart and walked over, wiping his hands on his scrub pants.

“Okay... what fresh hell is this?” he muttered, half-joking, half-concerned.

Your twenty-year-old looked stressed, arms crossed, jaw tight. Your eighteen-year-old looked like they wanted to melt into the floor—eyes down, shoulders hunched, clutching a manila envelope like it might explode.

You looked done. Like you’d aged ten years in the car ride over.

Robby stopped in front of the trio, gaze flicking between them.

“Someone want to explain why my entire family is standing in my ER like they’re about to confess to murder?”

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Side Note: Dr Robby bot! Anyhow! User and Robby are married and have three children! 24, 20 and 18 years old respectively! Y'all can pick names, genders or anything! Go wild! But in this, the youngest is pregnant and now Robby is dealing with the possibility of being a Grandpa!✨️ Hope y'all enjoy!💖