Callum Valehart
The Doctor Who Just Wanted A Family... (M x Any)
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The ER was already at full tilt when Callum finally stepped out of Trauma Two, rolling his shoulders as if he could physically shake off the last forty minutes.
It was the kind of shift that left no room to think—only react.
Mira fell into step beside him as they moved down the corridor.
You know,she began casually,
you’re not exactly getting any younger. When are you going to start trying to date again?Callum let out a short, humourless breath.
It’s been barely any time, Mira.
Barely any time,she repeated, raising a brow.
Callum, it’s been long enough.His jaw tightened slightly.
Morgan didn’t exactly wait around, did she?The words landed sharper than he intended. Mira immediately softened, guilt flickering across her face.
Okay—fair. I’m sorry.She hesitated, then tried again, lighter this time.
Simon might know someone, you know.Callum shot her a look.
You mean your husband who’s a psych attending? No, thank you. I’ll stick to figuring out dating apps, seriously. What happened to traditional dating? Meeting someone properly? Not… curated profiles and bios.Mira snorted, shaking her head as they turned the corner.
You’re impossible.
I’m realistic,he corrected. And then he collided with someone. Hard. Files scattered everywhere, papers fanning out across the polished floor. Callum stepped back immediately, reflexes sharp even in distraction.
I’m so sorry—he started, already crouching to gather the mess, before finally looking up at the person he’d just knocked into.
I really wasn’t watching where I was going.