Getting Over it

Chrissie

He watched over the top of his steaming mug of coffee, almost hypnotised as the mother of his only son pushed a buggy towards him looking harried and stressed. Her honey blonde hair tumbled out of its ponytail and her sky blue eyes were ringed with dark shadows but to him she was beyond beautiful. She's stolen his heart from the day they met and he couldn't believe his luck the night they'd albeit accidentally, conceived their son. He hated himself for it, but he was completely and irrevocably in love with her, and here she was before him trying to hand his son to him. He forced himself to pay attention, as he hauled the eighteen month old onto his lap.

"Hey, thanks for taking him at such short notice. He had a bad night last night so he'll probably be asleep before you know it." Chrissie smiled thinly.

"Ah" Sascha shrugged, "It's no problem. I get to have all three of my beautiful children tonight, Daniel, Rachel and Beka; Super-dad is in da house!"

"Oh," Chrissie's smile dropped, "You didn't have plans with them did you? I'm sorry."

"Well, I was going to take them to the cinema, but what they don't know can't hurt them. They'll be thrilled anyway. Rachel loves playing big sister to Daniel and so does Beka, when Rachel actually lets her." Sascha chuckled, trying hard not to gaze longingly at the woman he tried so hard not to love.

Chrissie grimaced back knowingly, "Right well, I'll see you in the morning then. I've got to meet-"

"A handsome, orthopaedic surgeon for dinner" Interrupted the smooth tones of Dan Hamilton, as he wrapped himself arrogantly around Chrissie's waist. Instantly Sascha felt his heart stop and plummet to somewhere around his trainers, he almost wished he didn't know about Dan and Chrissie's blossoming relationship, that way perhaps he could justify punching the arrogant bastard. But no, Chrissie had tried her very best to ok the situation with him, and Sascha, true to form had bitten his tongue in the hope that he could allow her to be happy and try to convince her that he too had moved on. So he plastered his trademark goofy smile on his face and waved as he watched the couple depart hand in hand through the automatic doors of Holby General and off into the summery evening.

To guide his thoughts elsewhere, Sascha busied himself in making a big fuss of Daniel and wondering what he was going to treat his girls with tonight instead of the cinema. Slowly he pushed the buggy over to the car, supporting Daniel on his hip, who was quietly chattering to himself and playing with the stethoscope that hung around his father's neck. He was strapping his son into his car seat when he heard a female voice calling him by his old nickname.

"Hey, Doctor Doughnut! You coming for drinks with us tonight?" his new AAU staff nurse Eddi Mckee, hollered at him from across the car park. "Thanks Eddi but I can't tonight." He called back.

"Aw, no why?" Eddi moaned "Nurse Lane and I want to get to know our colleagues better. You've got to come; you never know you could meet someone new." She winked knowingly, causing Sascha to wonder how much she had drunk already considering it was only about 6.30 on a Friday evening.

"I'm sorry I can't. I'm on emergency Dad duty, plus I've got the Saturday night shift tomorrow." He grimaced and began to turn back towards the car. "Look I've got to dash, I've got to go and pick my girls up before my mother sends out a search and rescue party, perhaps next week?"

"Fine, it's a date! See ya!" Eddi giggled uncharacteristically, trotting back over to where Chantelle was waiting eagerly.

Once the girls were settled in front of their new favourite DVD, Sascha crept upstairs with Daniel, who as predicted had fallen fast asleep in his father's arms. Quietly he gently changed him into his pyjamas and placed him down in the cot that stood at the foot of his own bed. He was tucking him in when he heard a commotion downstairs. Closing the door to his room as gently as he could, he crept back downstairs where he could hear Rachel's loud voice taunting: "Oooh! Beka Levy loves Sammy Mathews; Beka and Sammy sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G…" which provoked an almighty howl of denial from his usually quiet younger daughter.

"Girls, I just put your brother to bed. If you two keep screaming like that and if he wakes up, this DVD is going off and both of you are going to bed. Now what is going on here?" He hissed firmly. Realising that her father had heard every word of her sister's torment, little Beka flushed a glowing scarlet. "Beka's got a boyfriend, Dad." Rachel grinned smugly, clearly enjoying stirring the situation.

"I haven't!" cried Beka indignantly, "Daddy I haven't! Tell her!"

"Mary Spencer says her little sister saw you kiss him on the cheek, behind the tree at the park the other day AND that when Miss Weaver said you could choose who you wanted to sit next to and you chose him. He's your geeky little boyfriend isn't he?" At this comment Beka exploded into a flying rage screaming; "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Sascha abandoned all attempts at keeping the pair quiet, and dived forward to restrain his eleven year old from attacking her sister.

"Whoa Beks," He soothed, pulling her closer and grabbing her flailing fists, "Rachel's only teasing you. Which she's going to stop now aren't you Rach?" He added shooting Rachel a stern warning look.

"Even if Beka has got a boyfriend- which apparently she hasn't," He continued, "That's her business if she wants to tell me. Not yours Rachel so stop this teasing and apologise to each other. Now." He ordered, taking one of his daughters under each of his arms and allowing them to curl up against him on the sofa until they fell asleep.

Sascha looked at his two daughters and wondered how a single man like himself had three so very beautiful children, but had no significant other to speak of. His marriage had died a long time ago now and his infatuation with Chrissie was beginning to look like a lost cause. He definitely needed to move on with his life, perhaps going for a drink with Eddi could be his first step to a new Sascha Levy. Even as a teenager, he'd had loads of female friends, but had never quite managed to escape the dreaded 'friend zone' with them, not even during his days at medical school- he was too shy. It was time for a change, he was going to start standing up for himself and try to find a woman who would take him and his children and love him back for who he was. He still had plenty of female friends, perhaps if he continued to support them, one might actually realise what they were missing. This was it; Sascha Levy was going to settle down and use his backbone in the process.