January 8th, 2006

Having a newborn in the house was great, although tiring. Sailor was a well-behaved child although she hated being with anyone but Randi and Lyric. She screamed if Ireland and Dave were with her. Lyric loved being a big sister. She loved helping Randi with Sailor. She loved being a pretend mommy even though she regressed slightly.

Dave shuffled into Sailor's nursery. The newborn was screaming her head off. He grabbed her before she could wake up the entire house and went back ito the bedroom.

"Shush, baby girl." Randi mumbled from the bed.

"She's hungry." Dave said laying the baby down next to his wife.

"Great." She said looking at her youngest daughter. "You eat way too much, Sailor." Randi cradled the baby and started to feed her.

"Mommy." Lyric walked into the bedroom and crawled onto the bed. "I'm hungry too."

"No you're not." Randi said, "Go to sleep."

"I'm hungry, Daddy." Lyric said.

"Go to sleep." Dave mumbled. Lyric sighed deeply as She watched Randi nurse Sailor.

"Lori, wake up." Lyric nudged the baby's back.

"Leave her alone, Lyric." Randi mumbled. Lyric sighed deeply and got off the bed. She ran into Ireland's room.

"Landsie." She whispered as she shook her sister.

"Go away." Ireland mumbled.

"Come on." Lyric shook her again; "I'm hungry." Ireland opened her blue eyes.

"Go eat, dummy." She said sitting up.

"Want PB." Lyric said, "Go get it." Ireland frowned deeply and got out of the bed.

"Okay."

* * *

Dave opened his eyes as the sun poured into the bedroom. He looked at Randi and Sailor with a smile. Sailor was chewing on her fist.

"Come on, Sammi, let's get some breakfast and let mommy sleep." Dave whispered picking up the purple bundle. He walked down the stairs and glanced in the living room. The girls were watching cartoons. "Good morning girls."

"Morning daddy." Ireland said.

"Morn'." Lyric mumbled not adverting her eyes from the TV.

"I'll get you breakfast in a minute." He walked into the kitchen and stopped dead in his track, "Oh shit." The refrigerator was wide open. Bread was all over the place. Peanut butter and jelly were smudged all over the table. Milk was spilled on the floor with plates and cups strewn all over the place. The girls obviously couldn't wait for breakfast.

"Daddy better clean this up before mommy sees this." Dave groaned as he slipped Sailor into her chair and placed it on the counter.

Randi grinned stepping into the living room.

"Morning girls. Did you eat breakfast?" She asked.

"Yeah. We had PB and J." Ireland said looking at the TV.

"Sounds yummy." Randi chuckled walking into the kitchen, "Making them peanut butter and jelly for breakfast?" Dave smiled as he bottle-fed Sailor in the spotless kitchen.

"They wanted to help me make them." He said.

"They make a mess?" She asked easing her tired body into the chair. Dave shook his head.

"Not too bad." Dave winked.

"Thank you for letting me sleep in." Randi said.

"You needed it, Baby." Dave said, "Sammi and I had some bonding time. Randi chuckled.

"All right, answer me one thing. I can put up with the girls calling Sailor Lori, but why are you calling her Sammi?" Randi chuckled.

"Sailor Abigail Malucci. S. A. M." Dave smiled. Randi groaned.

"That is so cheesy." She shook her head.

"But cute." Dave winked, "Just as cute as you are, huh, Sam?" Randi smiled softly looking at her husband and daughter.

"I don't care what you call her. Its out of love." Randi said.

January 22nd, 2006

Dave yawned as he stared at the chart in front of him. Sailor didn't let him sleep the night before and he had a double shift. He had already been on for fourteen hours and he felt like he was going to crash.

"So, Dave…" Chuny leaned over the admit desk, "I've been seeing a lot on Randi lately."

"Where?" He asked looking at her.

"The news, magazines…You know, places." She chuckled, "She really should do an interview with them or she's going to keep having photographers follow her." Dave looked at her blankly.

"What are you talking about?" He asked. Chuny pulled out one of her magazines and turned to a page on Randi Wear. There was a picture of Randi and the girls at the park. Dave scanned over it.

"You had no idea huh?" She asked. Dave shook his head.

"So I'm married to a celebrity?" He asked.

"Seems like it." Chuny chuckled as Kerry walked up to them.

"Get back to work." She said.

"I need a break chief." Dave said. "I'm running on fumes."

"You'll get a break when all of these patients are treated."

"I need a nap I don't want to screw up and cause someone their life." Dave said.

"I don't care." Kerry said, "Get to work."

"You don't care? You're supposed to care." Dave frowned deeply.

"No I'm not." Kerry said grabbing a chart, "Get to work. There's a rash in five and diarrhea in six. Go there."

"You're kidding me right?" Dave stared at her.

"What am I kidding about now, Malucci?"

"Chief, that med-student cases. I've been working here for like seven fucking years." Dave was fuming, "Don't fucking me like a med-student."

"Well don't act like one." Kerry glared at him. "Now get to work."

"Not on those cases. I'm better than that." Dave said.

"No you're not." She said. Dave stared at her.

"How dare you." He said. "I'm tired of you and your fucking attitude, Kerry. It's about time someone said something. Get that fucking crutch out of your ass and maybe these people can tolerate working with you." Kerry couldn't believe he was talking to her like this. The nurses were getting a kick out of this.

"Malucci-"

"Before you say anything, I quit. Good luck running this hellhole with out me." Dave turned and stormed off. He was too pissed off to get anything out of his locker. He needed to get home.

* * *

Randi sat on the bed rubbing Dave's back. He was upset.

"Dave it's okay." She said softly, "We can afford to have you not working." Dave sat up. His eyes were red. He had been crying.

"That's not the point, Randi. She has been treating me like shit ever since Greene died. It's fair." He said.

"You don't have to worry about her anymore." Randi said softly.

"But…I need to provide for you and the girls…They need to go to college some day." He whispered. Randi giggled.

"Dave, I make plenty of money." She said, "You can stay home and take care of the girls."

"I don't want to!" Dave cried as he stood up, "I want to work."

"Maybe you can work at Mercy." She said. Dave stared at her.

"I will do no such thing." He said.

"All right. Then just enjoy some time off and then in a couple of weeks we ca figure out where you'll work, al right?" She asked.

"Fine. This is happening right before Ireland and Lyrics birthdays too." Dave sat down on the bed again, "Are you mad at me?"

"Absolutely not." Randi said, "I don't want you anywhere that makes you unhappy. County was making me unhappy so I left. I opened up my own shop and that, well you know, made me happy again at work." Dave nodded slowly.

"Maybe I need to open my own practice." He said.

"Are you serious?" Randi asked. Dave shrugged and lay down on the bed.

"I don't know. We need to go to bed before Sailor wakes us up." Dave said.

"All right," Randi said crawling into the bed next to her husband, "It'll all work out, Dave, I promise."

"I know." Dave said softly. "Just go to sleep." Randi sighed softly. She couldn't imagine how nervous and scared Dave was right now. She had an extremely well paying job. He couldn't waste his talent. He loved being a doctor. They had to figure something out.