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Yolanda stands back up, flipping over the test without hesitation. She freezes when she sees reads the result, staring down at the piece of plastic.
"What does it say?" Trinity asks nervously, standing up when she doesn't get a reply. "Yolanda? It's negative again, right?"
Yolanda shakes her head, pushing the test over the counter closer to Trinity. "No, it's not."
The two black lines are aggressively strong, and Yolanda feels as Trinity stares at it in disbelief, a mirror image of her own posture.
"Oh my god," Trinity breathes out, leaning her weight on the counter, dragging her eyes from the test up to meet Yolanda's own. "What the fuck. We're having a baby."
"Yeah, we are," she says, pulling the shorter woman in for a crushing hug, nothing filling her head except Trinity Trinity Trinity as she breathes in the green apple smell of her hair and rubs one hand over the curve of her waist.
or: five times people watched trinity and yolanda adjust to becoming parents, and one time they didn't
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23 Jun 2026
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Yolanda broke the kiss and kept her fingers in Trinity's hair. "Hi."
Trinity's mouth stayed close to hers. "Hi."
"I hate that you were right to hide the haircut."
"You love when I'm right."
"I tolerate it when you're pretty."
Trinity slipped a hand around Yolanda's waist. "So all the time."
Parker turned to Dennis. "Are they always like this?"
Dennis took a sip from his water bottle. "Sometimes they're louder."
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Trinity’s new haircut, Yolanda’s total meltdown, and a Pride day full of happy queer chaos.
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- Part 1 of the pitt outings
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23 Jun 2026
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Yolanda knows Trinity's hands intimately. She knows the rhythm of them at work, fast and precise and unendingly capable. She has the feeling of them on her waist at two in the morning, warm under the hem of her shirt and pressing into the lower edges of her ribs, memorized. She can find the half-moon scar near Trinity's right thumb without a second glance and is familiar with the way she cracks her knuckles every morning as soon as she wakes up, like her own personal version of a morning stretch.
So when, hardly an hour into their night out with coworkers, Trinity's fist slams into a man's face hard enough to send him staggering into the edge of a high-top table, Yolanda is so stunned that she reels almost as hard as the actual recipient of the punch.
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20 Jun 2026
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There’s a long silence. Trinity can hear the hum of the other person talking, but Yolanda is holding her phone to her ear, so it’s impossible to make out what exactly is being said.
It must be important, though, because Yolanda puts down the spatula and whispers, “Andrea.”
A beat.
“Creo que me estoy enamorando de ella.”
I think that I’m falling in love with her.
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15 Jun 2026
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Garcia knows Santos has been struggling with her second year of residency, the workload never letting up even months into it; and she’s all too aware of the tension with which Santos’s been carrying her body these past few months. As much as Garcia has been insisting that she take care of herself lest she risk burnout, Santos has quite the stubborn streak: it’s clear that she’s been running on fumes this past week, her body essentially comatose right now beside her. She regards Santos’s sleeping figure and resolves to wrest as much rest out of the following days as Santos will allow her to—and there’s no doubt she’ll be met with protest, albeit futile, at every effort.
Santos is a dense ball of tension as is, but Garcia wants to tease out any remaining coils of it that linger underneath, delicately working at them, dredging them up until she can eradicate the tension entirely.
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scenes from garsantos’s day in on a day off, in which garcia takes care of santos
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14 Jun 2026