Snapshot of Happiness
Hailie Jade
I thought it was about time I wrote a happy story so here it is, and yes it is a Carby. --
It was a crazy day in the ER. All right, so it was a normal day in the ER, but the board was still full and I was very glad that in a matter of a few minutes I could leave it all and go home.
I was sitting at the admit desk trying to finish some charts, well you could say that my true intention was to dodge any incoming traumas, but with five minutes left and big plans for the night who wouldn't?
Suddenly I hear, "Jonathan Truman Carter!" yelled frustrated from across the room.
I'm startled from my work and quickly turn around in search of the owner of the voice, guiltily. Though I'm unsure of what I may have done to upset her, or cause her to use my full name. It's a natural reaction.
Naturally I've done something.
I scan the room looking for her familiar face, not quite understanding how she got back down here so quickly. The area is full of people. Patients, doctors, nurses all clutter the space between us.
I briefly think back to a time when there were other boundaries between us. Maybe not people, but issues. Some serious, some superficial, all of them important enough to keep us apart. Important enough to cause us enough problems that would have led others to give up.
It had caused us to give up more then once, but we were always pulled back together in one way or another. Always us, always together.
I finally catch her eyes across the room and a smile spreads across her face as realization of our private joke hits us both.
She shakes her head while her eyes drift to a few feet away from me. I don't follow her eyes immediately; instead I take the time to watch her. My wife. The love of my life.
This lasts only briefly, however, because the moment is broken by the sound of little feet running towards me. I welcome the sound, even if it breaks our moment.
I look down only seconds before I hear, "Daddy!" shouted. I must admit, it's my favorite word.
I scrunch down to his eye level, forcing myself to not scoop him into my arms like I want to. Instead I shake my head and say, "J T you know that you are not allowed to run in the hospital."
He begins to pout, something I know he must have learned from Abby. "I'm sorry, daddy," he admits.
I can't help but smile. At least until I see Abby appear behind him. We aren't very good at discipline, but together it gets done. "Apologize to your mom," I press.
"Sorry mommy," he says quietly.
"It's okay J T, just try to remember tomorrow," she says smiling down at our son. Our son, I love saying that.
"Daddy," I suddenly hear from the little one in her arms, feeling ignored she stretches her arms out to me.
"Hi Tristyn," I say taking her from Abby, while also giving Abby a quick kiss. Abby and I smile at each other as the kiss ends. She then looks down, probably instinctively, at J T and takes his hand.
"I'll go get our coats," Abby says, "Will you be done in a few minutes?"
"Yeah," I reply.
"Want me to take her?" she asks nodding to Tristyn.
"No, she's alright, aren't you Trist?" I reply, causing Tristyn to smile and nod.
"Want to go to the lockers with me?" she then asks J T.
"Okay," he says trying not to sound to excited. For some reason he loves to turn the dials that open the lockers. Unlike his twin, Tristyn, who would rather stay at the desk and be entertained by her passing 'aunts' and 'uncles.'
As Abby and J T walk away I turn back towards my pile of charts, and set Tristyn down on the desk. I quickly scan the desk looking for the pack of crayons that I know are there. When I finally find them I hand them to her, along with a piece of paper.
I just watch her begin to color. Stray pieces of her beautiful brown hair fall in her face. Abby braided her hair into two braids this morning, and tied them with little yellow ribbons, but the day has taken its toll.
She suddenly looks up and smiles. I can't help but smile back. It's the perfect snapshot of happiness.
Please review! Or send an e-mail to me at Hailie_Jade24@yahoo.com thanx! ~Hailie
Hailie Jade
I thought it was about time I wrote a happy story so here it is, and yes it is a Carby. --
It was a crazy day in the ER. All right, so it was a normal day in the ER, but the board was still full and I was very glad that in a matter of a few minutes I could leave it all and go home.
I was sitting at the admit desk trying to finish some charts, well you could say that my true intention was to dodge any incoming traumas, but with five minutes left and big plans for the night who wouldn't?
Suddenly I hear, "Jonathan Truman Carter!" yelled frustrated from across the room.
I'm startled from my work and quickly turn around in search of the owner of the voice, guiltily. Though I'm unsure of what I may have done to upset her, or cause her to use my full name. It's a natural reaction.
Naturally I've done something.
I scan the room looking for her familiar face, not quite understanding how she got back down here so quickly. The area is full of people. Patients, doctors, nurses all clutter the space between us.
I briefly think back to a time when there were other boundaries between us. Maybe not people, but issues. Some serious, some superficial, all of them important enough to keep us apart. Important enough to cause us enough problems that would have led others to give up.
It had caused us to give up more then once, but we were always pulled back together in one way or another. Always us, always together.
I finally catch her eyes across the room and a smile spreads across her face as realization of our private joke hits us both.
She shakes her head while her eyes drift to a few feet away from me. I don't follow her eyes immediately; instead I take the time to watch her. My wife. The love of my life.
This lasts only briefly, however, because the moment is broken by the sound of little feet running towards me. I welcome the sound, even if it breaks our moment.
I look down only seconds before I hear, "Daddy!" shouted. I must admit, it's my favorite word.
I scrunch down to his eye level, forcing myself to not scoop him into my arms like I want to. Instead I shake my head and say, "J T you know that you are not allowed to run in the hospital."
He begins to pout, something I know he must have learned from Abby. "I'm sorry, daddy," he admits.
I can't help but smile. At least until I see Abby appear behind him. We aren't very good at discipline, but together it gets done. "Apologize to your mom," I press.
"Sorry mommy," he says quietly.
"It's okay J T, just try to remember tomorrow," she says smiling down at our son. Our son, I love saying that.
"Daddy," I suddenly hear from the little one in her arms, feeling ignored she stretches her arms out to me.
"Hi Tristyn," I say taking her from Abby, while also giving Abby a quick kiss. Abby and I smile at each other as the kiss ends. She then looks down, probably instinctively, at J T and takes his hand.
"I'll go get our coats," Abby says, "Will you be done in a few minutes?"
"Yeah," I reply.
"Want me to take her?" she asks nodding to Tristyn.
"No, she's alright, aren't you Trist?" I reply, causing Tristyn to smile and nod.
"Want to go to the lockers with me?" she then asks J T.
"Okay," he says trying not to sound to excited. For some reason he loves to turn the dials that open the lockers. Unlike his twin, Tristyn, who would rather stay at the desk and be entertained by her passing 'aunts' and 'uncles.'
As Abby and J T walk away I turn back towards my pile of charts, and set Tristyn down on the desk. I quickly scan the desk looking for the pack of crayons that I know are there. When I finally find them I hand them to her, along with a piece of paper.
I just watch her begin to color. Stray pieces of her beautiful brown hair fall in her face. Abby braided her hair into two braids this morning, and tied them with little yellow ribbons, but the day has taken its toll.
She suddenly looks up and smiles. I can't help but smile back. It's the perfect snapshot of happiness.
Please review! Or send an e-mail to me at Hailie_Jade24@yahoo.com thanx! ~Hailie