Authors Note- I am not sure where I am going with this fic, I have a vague idea but nothing is set in stone yet, I am not even sure if I want to continue this so tell me what you think. There will be Carby in it just wait for it!
Slush. I hate slush, although it does make quite a satisfying sound. 'Slish, sloch, slich, sloch.' This had to be one of the busiest days since I've started at North Western some fourteen years ago. A big pile up on Main Street, kept me in the trauma room pretty much my whole shift. Days like this I just want to go home and curl up in front of the television like I use to when I worked at County, or when I was single. I pull a loose strand of hair that has strayed from my messy bun behind my ear. I near my house, a nice house. It is big enough to fit all five of us, I have two boys and a girl, and my stunningly handsome, sweet, husband. We have been married twelve years. Some of the best years of my life were are from that marriage. I have never really had a successful relationship but then he walked into my life, and it was like I didn't have to try anymore. Everything was so simple, so easy. I had had other relationships before of course, one with a man with whom I thought I might marry. It didn't happen though. We worked together and things ended badly, although we remained close friends after the break up. I walk up the snow covered steps to my door, realizing my kids did not shovel like I had asked them too. I stick my key in the door, before I can turn it the door swings open and there stands my son Cole. Eleven and a half and a cute loveable trouble maker. He smiles at me while shoving a donut into his mouth. "Where's your father?" I ask stepping into the messy house.
"Daddy is at work." I must have forgotten, we both work shift work so it is tough to remember who works what, usually I can remember though. "When did his shift start."
"At six." He swallows the donut, I glance at my watch seeing 7:30.
"So you decided to eat donuts for dinner?" I scold.
"No, Dad bought them earlier, he made us dinner. There's some for you on the stove."
"Where's your brother and sister?" I am not in the kindest of moods tonight.
"Uh- the little guys upstairs and the annoying one is at Baxter's." I groan realizing I will most likely have to go pick her up from his house. "Did your dad meet Baxter's parents?"
"Yeah, Baxter's dad." Cole shoves another donut into his mouth.
"Cole quit eating those." I put the box on top of the fridge. I pick up the box and dial my husbands work number. "Hello." A groggy voice says.
"Can I speak to Danny please?" I wait a moment and hear the men talking about Danny's old women calling. They always do this. "Hey baby." Danny says into the phone.
"Hi." I grouch.
"Long shift?"
"Yeah."
"You need to pick Chloe up from Baxter's house. I don't think we should be letting our daughter date."
"Danny she's thirteen they just call themselves boyfriend and girlfriend all they really are is study buddies and friends."
"I don't know about that, they had a pretty 'friendly' hug today." I roll my eyes at this comment. "Here's the address... 56, 89th street."
"Thanks."
"I love you."
"I love you too, be safe when fighting those fires." I beg him.
"I always am baby." He hangs up the phone and so do I.
I turn around to see Cole trying to get at the Donuts again. "Cole get away from those now!" He scurries off. I sit down at the kitchen table looking into the boring depths of my black coffee. I look at the clock and realize I should probably pick my daughter up from her 'boyfriends' house soon. They have been 'going out' for three months, at first both Danny and I thought it would only last about a week and then she started talking to him on the phone every night and now he spends at least three week nights over here. She has never gone to his house though and I have never met the parents. He always leaves before dark and goes to his parents work, I don't know anything about him.
I pick up a white envelope on the table noticing it is written to me, and my husband I pull out the note and it is from Sebastian, my five year olds teacher. He has been acting up again. What am I ever going to do with him. See what I mean about wishing I could curl up in front of the television?
Slush. I hate slush, although it does make quite a satisfying sound. 'Slish, sloch, slich, sloch.' This had to be one of the busiest days since I've started at North Western some fourteen years ago. A big pile up on Main Street, kept me in the trauma room pretty much my whole shift. Days like this I just want to go home and curl up in front of the television like I use to when I worked at County, or when I was single. I pull a loose strand of hair that has strayed from my messy bun behind my ear. I near my house, a nice house. It is big enough to fit all five of us, I have two boys and a girl, and my stunningly handsome, sweet, husband. We have been married twelve years. Some of the best years of my life were are from that marriage. I have never really had a successful relationship but then he walked into my life, and it was like I didn't have to try anymore. Everything was so simple, so easy. I had had other relationships before of course, one with a man with whom I thought I might marry. It didn't happen though. We worked together and things ended badly, although we remained close friends after the break up. I walk up the snow covered steps to my door, realizing my kids did not shovel like I had asked them too. I stick my key in the door, before I can turn it the door swings open and there stands my son Cole. Eleven and a half and a cute loveable trouble maker. He smiles at me while shoving a donut into his mouth. "Where's your father?" I ask stepping into the messy house.
"Daddy is at work." I must have forgotten, we both work shift work so it is tough to remember who works what, usually I can remember though. "When did his shift start."
"At six." He swallows the donut, I glance at my watch seeing 7:30.
"So you decided to eat donuts for dinner?" I scold.
"No, Dad bought them earlier, he made us dinner. There's some for you on the stove."
"Where's your brother and sister?" I am not in the kindest of moods tonight.
"Uh- the little guys upstairs and the annoying one is at Baxter's." I groan realizing I will most likely have to go pick her up from his house. "Did your dad meet Baxter's parents?"
"Yeah, Baxter's dad." Cole shoves another donut into his mouth.
"Cole quit eating those." I put the box on top of the fridge. I pick up the box and dial my husbands work number. "Hello." A groggy voice says.
"Can I speak to Danny please?" I wait a moment and hear the men talking about Danny's old women calling. They always do this. "Hey baby." Danny says into the phone.
"Hi." I grouch.
"Long shift?"
"Yeah."
"You need to pick Chloe up from Baxter's house. I don't think we should be letting our daughter date."
"Danny she's thirteen they just call themselves boyfriend and girlfriend all they really are is study buddies and friends."
"I don't know about that, they had a pretty 'friendly' hug today." I roll my eyes at this comment. "Here's the address... 56, 89th street."
"Thanks."
"I love you."
"I love you too, be safe when fighting those fires." I beg him.
"I always am baby." He hangs up the phone and so do I.
I turn around to see Cole trying to get at the Donuts again. "Cole get away from those now!" He scurries off. I sit down at the kitchen table looking into the boring depths of my black coffee. I look at the clock and realize I should probably pick my daughter up from her 'boyfriends' house soon. They have been 'going out' for three months, at first both Danny and I thought it would only last about a week and then she started talking to him on the phone every night and now he spends at least three week nights over here. She has never gone to his house though and I have never met the parents. He always leaves before dark and goes to his parents work, I don't know anything about him.
I pick up a white envelope on the table noticing it is written to me, and my husband I pull out the note and it is from Sebastian, my five year olds teacher. He has been acting up again. What am I ever going to do with him. See what I mean about wishing I could curl up in front of the television?
