I put down my pen and rubbed my head. Honestly, I was ready to leave St. Michael's and start a practice, just so it wouldn't be as hard. Pedes ER is great, but the chart work and write-ups are horrible. I walked to the coat rack and took off my flannel shirt, putting it on and walking to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and looked around for a beer. Unfortunately, I was all out, so I took a soda and closed the door, drinking it and staring at the pictures on the door. The identical baby faces on one picture stared back at me precociously and I smiled. I hadn't even met them, but I promised myself I'd go for their first birthday. I was saving up my vacation time for then. Maybe things would work out with Carol. My eyes drifted down to her picture, stuck to the fridge in front of a letter from Mark Greene. He had sent me the picture. He said it was a candid photo she didn't know he took, of her in her abominable peach scrubs, talking to a little boy with a cut on his head. I missed her so much. And my daughters, though I had never even met them. We'd talked on the phone a few times, Carol and I, and she let me hear them gurgle and coo.
I finished my soda and threw the can away, walking into the backyard to take the boat out for a few minutes to clear my head. I had called it the Carol and recently got permission from the co-owner to officially name it that. We had had a little ceremony, him and his wife and me and the woman I had been seeing, Pamela. Ate dinner, talked a while, broke a bottle of champagne over the bow before taking it out for a ride. Pamela asked who Carol was and I quickly said she was my mother. Pam had accepted that and the night went on without a hitch, though my mind was fixed on Carol for the rest of the evening.
I grabbed another soda and walked to the boat, putting the drink in the front of the boat and kneeling on the dock, untying the rope that held the boat to the dock. I wound it around my arm and placed it inside, standing up. I looked at the ground and looked back up.
God, it wasn't a mirage. It was really her. It was Carol.
I shoved my hands in my pockets sheepishly and walked towards her, smiling a little. She had her arms wrapped tightly around her, as if she were cold. Or just nervous.
"Where are the girls?" I asked after a while.
"They're with my mom." She said and we smiled. She looked out at the lake and the boat, taking in all that was around us. "It's beautiful here." She exclaimed, but I didn't notice. I only had eyes for her. My hand put itself behind her head and our lips met in the kiss I had missed so much, her arms against my body and my hand toying with the curls I had longed to wrap around my finger for a long time. I pulled back and pressed my forehead to hers, laughing. She laughed too. I kissed her again, lifting her off her feet, and all was perfect.
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Hello to all! Hope you like this, I may or may not update, depends on the feedback I get! HINT HINT....
~Tessie
I finished my soda and threw the can away, walking into the backyard to take the boat out for a few minutes to clear my head. I had called it the Carol and recently got permission from the co-owner to officially name it that. We had had a little ceremony, him and his wife and me and the woman I had been seeing, Pamela. Ate dinner, talked a while, broke a bottle of champagne over the bow before taking it out for a ride. Pamela asked who Carol was and I quickly said she was my mother. Pam had accepted that and the night went on without a hitch, though my mind was fixed on Carol for the rest of the evening.
I grabbed another soda and walked to the boat, putting the drink in the front of the boat and kneeling on the dock, untying the rope that held the boat to the dock. I wound it around my arm and placed it inside, standing up. I looked at the ground and looked back up.
God, it wasn't a mirage. It was really her. It was Carol.
I shoved my hands in my pockets sheepishly and walked towards her, smiling a little. She had her arms wrapped tightly around her, as if she were cold. Or just nervous.
"Where are the girls?" I asked after a while.
"They're with my mom." She said and we smiled. She looked out at the lake and the boat, taking in all that was around us. "It's beautiful here." She exclaimed, but I didn't notice. I only had eyes for her. My hand put itself behind her head and our lips met in the kiss I had missed so much, her arms against my body and my hand toying with the curls I had longed to wrap around my finger for a long time. I pulled back and pressed my forehead to hers, laughing. She laughed too. I kissed her again, lifting her off her feet, and all was perfect.
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Hello to all! Hope you like this, I may or may not update, depends on the feedback I get! HINT HINT....
~Tessie
