Like Mother, Like Son
"Get it Sammy!"
"Jenny sit down!"
Her daughter pouts and huffs but still sits. Jordan looks out into the field, but can't spot her son.
"Ouch!"
"What?"
"Sammy got pushed," Jenny stands, "Get up!"
Jordan shakes her head and looks back out into the field where Sammy is just standing up. She winces when she see's how muddy and dirty he is. Jack, she notices, is shouting something at his brother and waving his arms about.
"Run Sam, Run! Get it, get it, get it!"
Rolling her eyes, Jordan sits back and keeps on watching the soccer game. It was almost over and so far the teams were tied. Zero to Zero. And of course, Perry didn't show up. Not that she was expecting him to. Something was happening at the hospital and he needed to be there, whether he liked it or not. At least Sammy doesn't mind.
"NO! Take the ball away from him stupid!"
"Jenny!"
Her daughter glares out into the field, "Well he is!"
"Don't insult your brother."
Jenny looks at her, "Sammy's doing fine. Its Aidan that can't play ri-" her daughter looks back out and groans, "You had a perfect shot! Idiot!"
Jordan can't help it. She laughs. Aidan is still very good friends with Sam-and Jenny, surprisingly. Neither her or Perry have failed to notice that when Jenny says "Jump", both Aidan and Sammy will ask, "How high?". Its cute, really.
"Just two more minutes."
Jack turns to her, a somewhat worrisome smile on his lips, "And after this I can go over to Michaels house right?"
"Depends. What are you going to do there?"
He shrugs, "Play some video games."
"Mhmm…." she stares at her son. Jack stares back, "Alright."
"Yes!"
The rest of the game goes by quickly with no change in the score. Still, after the teams have shaken hands, Sam runs to her, smiling and bouncing with excitement.
"Did you see, did you see? I almost made a goal!"
Jordan smiles and ruffles his hair, "That's great, Sammy. Maybe next time you'll make it."
Sam nods, a thoughtful look on his face. Jordan notices that her daughter is a little ways off, talking to Aidan, who just nods at her. Dr. Gross is behind his son, an amused expression on his face. Jordan wonders if he see's Perry in Jenny. Probably.
"Mom? I'm hungry."
"Well, lets go home then."
Jordan calls Jenny over and then waits for Sam and Aidan to properly say goodbye. After that's done, she herds her kids into the car, drops Jack by his friends house and heads back home. Jenny immediately goes upstairs, grumbling about something. Sam follows her into the kitchen, smiling.
"What's for dinner?"
"Mmm…chicken I think."
He jumps, excited, "Mashed potatoes and biscuits too? Please? Oh an gravy!"
Jordan looks down at him. Sam pouts.
"I'll help. Please?"
"Go take a shower first. You stink."
Nodding, Sam runs off and up the stairs. There's a thud.
"I'm ok!"
"Be careful!"
Thirty minutes later, Sammy comes back down again, hair wet.
"What do I do?"
Jordan gestures to the table behind her, "All the ingredients are out. Potatoes are boiling. You know the rest don't you?"
"YES!"
Out of the corner of her eyes, Jordan watches as Sammy carefully measure out the flour and butter, and then starts to grate the cheese. Ever since he was seven, Sam has been interested in cooking. Both she and Perry( and Turk, Carla, and Dan) had been surprised because well-JD couldn't even boil water. It wasn't until later that Carla remembered that Kim had loved cooking.
"I need a towel."
Jordan tosses him a clean dish towel. Sammy drapes it over the lump of smooth dough and walks to her.
"Are the potatoes ready?"
"Almost."
Nodding, Sam cleans the table and carefully lines up the milk, garlic, and other spices. Suddenly, a hand flies to his mouth.
"Gravy!"
Sighing, Jordan points to the chicken broth sitting on the counter. Sam claps, grabs it, and searches for a smaller pot. Jordan check the chickens in the oven and turns to watch her son. Sam once again, carefully pours the broth into the pot and places it on the stove.
"Are the potatoes done now?"
Jordan checks them, "Yea."
She drains them and puts them in a plastic tub that Sammy takes with him to the table.
"They're still hot, Sam."
"Its ok. I've done it before."
Grinning, Jordan watching Sam peel the skin, muttering "ouch" every few seconds. Cradling her head in her hands, she once again stares at her son. He is definitely JD's son. Dark chocolate hair, blue-grey eyes, girly mouth. Not to mention the daydreaming, the geekiness and the occasional bouts of clumsiness. At least he got Kim's nose and chin.
"Ew," Sam glares at his fingers and heads over to the sink to wash them. Jordan huffs. The first time Sam glared-truly glared, had been at Perry. He'd been three, and Perry had told him that he couldn't go trick or treating until he was four. Sammy had stamped his foot and then-well, then he had swiped his thumb over his nose, crossed his arms and glared at them. Both Perry and her had been shocked to say the least. Jordan had laughed about it later, but Perry remained oddly quiet for the rest of the night.
Jordan looks on as Sammy checks the chicken broth and nod.
"When's the chicken gonna be ready?"
"A few more minutes."
Sam looks at her, eyebrows raised and a small smirk dancing around his lips. Jordan smiles. He is definitely her child.
"Is dad coming?"
"Maybe."
Frowning, Sam looks at the dough.
"We need to make the biscuits."
The next ten minutes or so were spent preparing and putting the biscuits into the other oven. After that, Sam had finished making both the mashed potatoes and gravy. In between all that, she called Perry, who had shouted and ranted about the inadequacy of the interns, the nurses, the doctors, and good God did they give anyone a medical diploma now days? After she hangs up, Sam looks at her and sighs.
"He's not coming huh?"
She shrugs, "You know Perry."
Sam rolls his eyes, "This time, I'm not saving him any mashed potatoes," he pauses and pouts, "I'm not saving any for Jack either."
Jordan nods and takes out the chicken, "Go get your sister. Foods ready," Sam runs out. She shouts after him, "Be careful!"
"I AM!"
A minute later, she hears both of them running down the stairs, talking and laughing. Jenny comes in first, hair damp and dressed pink pajamas. She sits at the head of the table, as she usually does when Perry isn't home. Sammy helps her move the gravy and biscuits to the table, all the while licking his lips. Jenny stares at the food and turns to her,
"Did Sammy help?"
"Yes. He did the mashed potatoes, the gravy and biscuits."
Her daughter smiled, "Yes!"
Jordan thought she should be a little insulted that her other children(and Perry, for that matter) would be more inclined to eat their dinner if Sammy had helped. Still, she couldn't blame them. Her son did have a knack for it; and the food was always very delicious.
"Mhmm! Cheesy biscuits!"
Sam smacks his lips and starts dips his biscuit into the gravy on his plate-pauses-and goes to the refrigerator.
"Ketchup."
Jordan stabs the chicken, "Can't you go even one day without ketchup?"
Her son looks at her, mouth open.
"…Why would I want to?"
She opens her mouth, but Jordan realizes that she can't come up with a valid excuse, "Never mind. Just eat."
Sam nods and squirts the ketchup in the middle of his gravy soaked mashed potatoes. Jenny makes a face at him but says nothing, too busy eating her own food. Shaking her head, Jordan starts to eat as well.
"I think I need a manicure."
She looks up at her daughter, "Oh?"
Jenny nods and swallows, "Izzy got one. She showed me the other day."
Ah, thought Jordan. That explains it, "We'll see."
Sammy looks up from his food, mouth full,
"I 'onts shee's-"
"Chew then swallow, Sam."
Her son chews quickly and gulps down the food.
"It looks dumb."
Jenny glares at him, "No it doesn't! It looks pretty," she blinks and smiles, "I bet it look better on me though," she frowns at Sam, "Wouldn't it?"
Sam's eyes widen, "Yea, of course."
"Good."
Jordan chuckles and sips at her wine. As her kids continue to talk, her mind stumbles into a "what-would-have-been". She wonders if Jenny and Sammy would have been somewhat close had JD lived. Would they have been friends, or would Jenny have pushed him away as she sometimes does with Izzy and John? Jordan shrugs. Whatever would have been doesn't really matter.
Dinner goes by quickly, and after helping her put everything away, Jenny and Sammy dissapear upstairs, laughing. After leaving the dishes in the sink(Perry could do them later) Jordan makes herself comfortable in the living. Groaning, she leans back against the couch. Her muscles loosen and she feels herself relaxing. Jordan closes her eyes and yawns. She drifts for a while, not quite awake, but not quite asleep. Its not until someone plops down next to her that she opens her eyes. Sammy smiles at her and presents her with a book.
"Read to me?"
Jordan grunts, "You're old enough to read just fine."
Sam pouts and cuddles close to her, "Please mommy?"
Damn it. Nine year old boys should NOT be able to pull off sad-kicked-puppy eyes. Then again, JD had been able to pull that look just fine when he was in his twenties. Of all the things Sam got from him…
"Alright, alright. Hand me the book."
Smiling, Sam hands her the book. "Alice in Wonderland." She raises an eyebrow, "Again?"
Her son pouts, "Please?"
"Fine, fine."
Jordan settles down. Sam granbs her arm and puts it around his shoulders, cuddling up to her side. Jordan smiles, pats his hair, and starts to read.
A/N-Just a normal(ish) day for the Sullivan-Cox family :-D
