The PTMC Christmas party was always something epically when someone brought booze. After one two many glasses of eggnog Kenzie and Robby found themselves in a supply closet his hands up her skirt. They never spoke about their time in the supply closet and the things that they did. There was a slight tension between them but neither said a word to anyone about any of it. She was getting a divorce. And had a kid he figured it was a moment of weakness and it'd never happen again. She's one of his best senior residents and he doesn't want her moving departments or to night shift. It had been a couple weeks since their little supply closet rendezvous and she was sitting at the nurses station filling out charts yapping with her fellow senior resident Frank Langdon when a wave of nausea hit her and she was throwing up into the nurses station trash pin. Langdon raised an eyebrow and loudly said. Langdon: Jesus you fucking pregnant? Robby was not to far away when he heard that she just glared at Langdon and got up. Robby discreetly followed behind her. He pulled her into an exam room closing the door and the curtain he stared down at her. Robby: When was your last period? he felt sick to his stomach could she be pregnant? Was it his if she was?