A/N: I know that I haven't posted in a really long time, but real life sucks right now. It's the end of the school year which means that I have no life or time so my writing as unfortunately taken a back seat to everything else. Anyways, this is just a song fic that I've wanted to do for awhile now. Let me know what you think.
Its one am, he's still not in, you wonder when enough's enough. 'Cause this ain't new, but what do you do, when you can't help who you love.-Garth Brooks, You Can't Help Who You Love.
Calleigh had learned in their first year of marriage that watching the red numbers glare back at her from the clock never made him come home any sooner. In fact, it only seemed to make time go by slower.
But now, five years and two kids later, she found herself staring at the clock more and more, hopelessly willing time to pass when he was away and begging it to stop when he finally did return.
Tonight was one of the worst. A storm worthy of a hurricane brewed outside of the bedroom window. The night sky flashed frantically between pitch black and bright white as if it couldn't make up its mind while rain pounded against the window in an almost deafening clatter.
Four year old Audrey had long since abandoned her big girl bed and was spooned comfortably against her mother, while her new baby brother, Jack, whined softly in his basinet next to the bed.
Calleigh gently stroked the little girl's hair with one hand and used the other to slowly rock the basinet. Even if she had wanted to, she couldn't sleep. Not when she knew her husband was out there in this weather.
The lack of sleep didn't bother her though. Between Jack's three am feedings and her worrying about Jake, she rarely ever slept anymore than two, maybe three hours a night. She never complained about it though. This was a life she had chosen to lead.
The clock read quarter to two when the panic began to set in. Jake was notorious for being late, but he always called. But lately, he'd begun to change. When she confronted him about it, he told her it was work. He was getting ready for a big assignment, and 'baby, you how this job gets sometimes. I never know when I'm gonna get a break.' She wanted to believe him, but damn was it getting harder every night she alone.
Carefully, she reached over her daughter and grabbed the phone from her bedside table. Immediately her fingers began to dial the familiar number. It went straight to voice mail. She groaned. The weather had the cell reception all messed up, so she couldn't even call to make sure he was alright.
She was about to toss the phone away when she had a crazy idea. She dialed a different but just as familiar a number and prayed that he'd come through for her like he always had in the past.
The phone rang and rang and with no answer and she was just about to hang up when she heard him.
"Hello?"
A/N: Who did she call? Should I continue?