Dr Miranda Bailey Novels & Stories

Because of what was beneath it. Something bitter. Metallic. Wrong. “Miriam,” Bailey said quietly. The older woman looked up, surprised. “Yes, dear?” Bailey stepped closer. “You smell different today.” Miriam smiled softly. “I always wear lavender oil.” “No,” Bailey said. “This is different.” The room went silent. Miriam’s smile faded. “Bailey…” Xander said carefully. But Bailey was already moving. Closer. Closer. Her heart pounded harder with every step. Then she saw it.

Besides, she was sure Kaleb would be around to look after her. So Bailey nodded. "Okay. You be safe too Mira, there are perverts everywhere." She wiggled her nose. After a few words between the two, Bailey found herself heading to Mirabella's room while rubbing her temples. She was at least happy even though surprised that there were not many people upstairs. When Mirabella's door came into view Bailey's footsteps quickened. She swung the door open quickly only to slam it back shut in disgust when she saw a couple having sex on Mirabella's bed.

She waited in the maids' sitting room for the doctor to arrive. The female doctor arrived at Lady Loretta's request, as she specialized in various health and physiological conditions. "Good afternoon, Doc," Miranda stood from the couch and greeted the doctor who had come to see her. Doctor Elsa Richardson, a middle-aged woman with fair skin, smiled at Miranda, wearing a black dress under her white lab coat. "How are you doing today, Miranda?" Doctor Elsa asked as she shook hands firmly with Miranda, both of them standing in the sitting room while the other maids went about their daily tasks.

“I come bearing dessert and gossip.” “Tell me the gossip first. If it’s about your anatomy lab partner again, I’ll scream,” Lyla teased. “Nope.” Bailey smirked. “Guess who I ran into yesterday at the library?” Lyla paused, eyes narrowing. “Please don’t say Kensington.” “No! Ew. No. It was Dr. Harlan.” Lyla blinked. “Harlan? Your old advisor?” Bailey nodded, placing the pies on the table. “He invited me to apply for a new surgical mentoring program. Apparently, they only pick three students a year. It would mean I would become a high-profile pediatric surgeon.”

Early that morning, Miranda drove over from the school to the chamber building. Quite a few academic leaders and major figures from different fields had come. The moment Miranda stepped into the lobby, she spotted Dr. Lewis and Dr. Zeller from Hamilton Medical University. She walked over and greeted them first. “Good morning, Dr. Lewis. Dr. Zeller.” “Miranda, you’re here. Felix specifically asked for you to be invited,” Dr. Zeller said to her. Dr. Lewis looked at her with clear approval. “I heard from Felix that you’ve made major progress in your blood disorder research. That’s a very good thing for the future of medicine.”

I’m jealous as hell of the rapport she’s built up with him, but not enough to want to torpedo it. His happiness is all that matters. I'm buying an exceptionally unappetizing sandwich in the atrium café when someone says my name. "Dr. Myles." James Bailey. Genetics, fourth floor. Silver temples, coat always pressed, the only consultant in this building who's never once talked over me in a case conference. "Dr. Bailey. You're a long way from your floor." "The coffee maker up there is broken and the vending machine’s been out of order since March. It’s forced me to become migratory."

Hopefully, that would never change whether we were mated for five years or sixty years. I carried Mira over to the bed, leaning down and kissing my mate’s luscious lips. Her complexion was a little bit paler than normal. I just prayed that they figured out what happened today. “Yes! I’m Dr. Anderson, and she’s my patient,” Mira said matter-of-factly. Fuck she was so adorable. This girl right here was a future pack doctor. Fucking hell. We were so incredibly proud of her. She had more potential in her right hand than many people have in their entire bodies. We will support her in her endeavors.