Disclaimer: Yeah. It's still not mine.
A/N: This is something that I like to call Cham and it's written for my loverly, Corky Conlon-Cook. :) She gives me the best ideas and when she mentioned that she'd like to see Charlie as a pediatrician, I knew I had to write it for her. Who doesn't like doctor Charlie? I hope the rest of you can enjoy it just as much as I know she will!
As soon as he wakes up, Charlie can tell it's going to be a good day. It's Saturday, and Saturdays are always his short days at the office. He only has to work from eight to eleven before his father comes in and takes over the practice for the rest of the day, handling all the end of the week paperwork and organization that Charlie had never been particularly good at.
Saturdays tend to be reserved for checkups only. They're meant to be lazy days, something the practice usually doesn't see during the rest of the week. Weekdays are always hectic. Always.
So when Charlie strolls into the building, fifteen minutes late with his coffee in hand, he's glad to see a relatively empty waiting room. Its split into two sides- a sick and a well side- and most everyone seems to be seated in the well section. There's a family off to the right with twins with matching runny noses but other than that, all the kids have bright and smiling faces and none of the parents seem all that disgruntled or worn out.
It's definitely going to be a good day.
He slides his sunglasses onto the top of his head and sends a playful wink to his Valerie at the front desk as he leans over her to grab his stack of charts. "Is everything going okay so far?"
Valerie nods and finishes adding her signature to a note that gives little Jimmy Dawson permission to return to school on Monday- free of the flu or any other contractible illness. "So far so good. Jimmy's mom here was comfortable enough to let nurse Evelyn do his follow up since someone wasn't here on time but everyone else is all yours."
"Sounds like a plan." Charlie ducks down to press a kiss to her cheek, making her giggle and smack his chest with a file as she swivels around in her chair.
"Get to work. You're holding everyone up."
Charlie gives her a mock salute before he turns and grabs his lab coat off the hook behind the desk. He stops to adjust his tie once he pulls his coat on, taking a moment to smooth back his hair. "Ladies? How do I look?"
He gets a chorus of groans from the members of his staff and one heavily disapproving eye roll from one of the mothers in the waiting room. "Just dashing," Valerie replies with her own subsequent eye roll. "Now will you please just do your job? I'd like to get out of here on time today."
"Why? Have a hot date?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
Charlie snickers to himself as he pulls out his first chart of the day, ducking his head out to call on his patient. "Sam?"
