Wrong Path Part 1
Authors: Lynds and Claire
Author's Note: Hey! This is a new story, Claire and I are co-writing.
I want to thank Edene and Kiosha. You guys helped so much. Thank you!
And Claire thank you so much for doing this story with me. I know I
did this part because you've been swamped with school but you are
such a great help! Here you go guys! Oh and so you won't be totally
lost. Lindsay got pregnant, left the firm and is now raising Bobby's
2 1/2 yeard old son. She became an Obstetricion and is a doctor.
Summary: Lindsay is a Dr. in California, she is married anda reunion
with Bobby suddenly appears.
Disclaimer: Not our characters. Dottie, again, as long as I have
visitation rights I give you Dylan. Oh and our characters that we do
own are. Carin, Garrett, Tina, Dr. Richards and hmmm...anyone else we
make up.
"Wrong Path" Part 1
I walked out of UCLA Memorial hospital after finishing the 2nd shift.
I moved out to California almost 3 years ago. Since then I'd worked
from 7 pm to 7 am and I was finally heading home. I was so tired, I
didn't want to work the night shift but by working the night shift I
was able to be at work while my 2 1/2 year old son Bobby slept and I
was home sleeping or resting during the day while he was home, this
also made it easy because I didn't have to pay for a full time
babysitter. I had gotten pregnant shortly before leaving the firm and
moving to California. Bobby didn't even know he was a father I didn't
have the heart to tell him. My husband Garrett Kelly was also an
Obstetrician at UCLA, we had met about a year after I moved here, we
dated for a couple months and just recently married. He was so
wonderful to my son and acted as if it were his own son. He worked
1st shift so he worked during the day and stayed home with Little
Bobby at night. We just bought a home and it was beautiful. Little
Bobby had lot's and lot's of little kids his age to play with him. I
got home and Garrett was racing around the house chasing Bobby who
had taken his tie. I couldn't help but laugh.
"Bobby, give the tie back to Garrett." Little Bobby knew that wasn't
his real dad but he knew he loved him. Little Bobby turned to see me
in the doorway and ran over to me.
"Mommie!" He hugged my leg and the tie was soon forgotten. Garrett
put his tie on and grabbed his keys.
"I'm leaving, Lindsay dinner better be ready when I get home, so make
sure you set the alarm so you'll be up in time. Little guy you make
sure mommy behaves." He kissed Bobby's head. "Love you little guy."
He hugged me. "Bye Lindsay."
"Have a good day."
"Yeah whatever." I watched him leave and sighed. It was the same
thing everyday. I got orders and no love or affection but Bobby was
taken care of and that was my main concern as long as my son was okay
I was happy. I brought Bobby upstairs with me and changed while he
laid comfy on my bed. I took my shirt off and went to get my pajama
shirt.
"Mommie, you have a ouie on you?" I turned and asked him what he was
talking about.
"What little man?" He pointed to my shoulder and I looked at the
bruise and bit cut that was there. "Oh, yeah mommy hurt herself but
she's okay." He waddled over to me.
"I kiss it better?" I smiled and bent down so he could reach. he gave
it a kiss. "All better." And he clapped.
"Thank you." I finished dressing and scooped him up in my arms. "Come
on time for nap." I laid him on my bed with me and fell asleep. We
slept until 10 am and then the nanny came over taking Little Bobby
and feeding him and I went back up to bed to sleep. At 1 o'clock I
woke to the sound of my alarm and walked downstairs. Bobby and Carin,
the nanny were playing cars on the rug in the family room.
"Hi mommie!" I gave him a hug.
"Hey buddy." Carin stood and followed me to the kitchen.
"He ate breakfast, had his lunch and I haven't put him down for his
nap." I smiled, she was the greatest nanny you could ask for.
"Thanks Carin. I'll see you Monday same as always."
"Oh, you have this weekend free finally?" It wasn't often I could get
a whole weekend off but I managed to this weekend.
"Yeah I finally was able to get both days free." I wrote out Carin's
check and handed it to her.
"Okay thanks Lindsay, I'll see you Monday then."
"Thanks, bye." I walked her to the door.
"Bye Carin." Little Bobby waved to her.
"Bye sweetie. Be good for mommy."
"Okay sport time for a nap while mommy showers and gets ready, we
have to go to the grocery store."
"Play park?" He asked. I looked at the clock it was almost 1:30, by
the time I showered and dressed and got Bobby ready and up from his
nap it would be close to 3 then the store would be about 1/2 hour so
I could be back at the house by 5 and Garrett doesn't get home til at
least 7:30, I could have us home from the park by 6 easily. I looked
down at him and smiled.
"Sure sport we can go to the park for a little while." I picked him
up. "You need your nap first." I laid him in his crib and took one of
the baby moniters and brought it in the bathroom with me. I took a
shower and dressed, Bobby was still sleeping so I went downstairs and
made a list. I was going to make pasta and meatballs tonight, easy
enough. I padded around the house a bit and at 2:45 I heard Bobby
talking to himself in his crib so I knew he was up. I got him dressed
and ready and we went to the store picking up only a few items and
then bringing them back to the house and dropping them off. We drove
to the park 5 minutes from our house and I sat on the bench while
Bobby played on the slide. I watched him and it reminded me more and
more each day how much he took after his father. Bobby had his
father's bright blue eyes and stubborn attitude, well yeah I admit I
have a stubborn attitude too but every action my son played part of,
his father too played part. It amazed me how he could take after his
father so much while never knowing him. I was brought out of my day
dream and back to reality when I heard my son screaming. I looked
over and saw my son on the ground, he'd fallen off the slide and a
man was helping him up. I saw him crouch down and talk to him.
"Hey little guy, where's your mommy?" I saw Bobby point to me and the
man looked to where he was pointing.
"That's my mommy." I couldn't believe what I saw, standing down by my
son, or I should say our son was Bobby Donnell the one and only.
Well, not one and only. I walked over and bent down to my son who was
looking at his hands which were scraped. He held his hands out to me
and cried.
"Mommy, I have a ouie on me." I reached in my purse and got the baby
wipes out and wiped his hands clean and his knees. I kissed both
hands better and gave him a kiss on the head.
"There buddy, you're all better now, you go play in the sand, and be
careful." He smiled the great old Bobby Donnell smile I remembered
seeing on my former boss.
"Tank you mommy." He ran off to the sandbox. I turned to the man
still bent down next to me.
"Hey Lindsay." I couldn't look in his eyes so I stood up, tried to
compose myself and looked into those baby blues.
"Hi Bobby." He stood up too.
"So you're a mom?" I smiled. 'And you're a dad.' I wanted so much to
say but knew I couldn't.
"Yeah, he's a handful but he's great."
"How old is he?" We walked over to the bench and sat down keeping my
eye to my son and Bobby.
"2 1/2, he just had his birthday in February." 'Should I tell him? No
don't tell, yes Lindsay you should.' I was arguing to myself.
"So, you must've had him right after you moved."
"Yeah, I did." Just then he come running over to me. I looked into
his eyes, he was a spitting image of his father I was just hoping
Bobby was too stupid to see that. Thankfully at this moment he was.
"Mommy! Are we weaving soon?" He crawled into my lap.
"We're leaving soon but mommy is catching up with an old friend of
hers. So a few more minutes okay?"
"Who is he?" He pointed to Bobby.
"This is mommy's friend, his name is Bobby." I shouldn't have told
him his name, I knew my son would say somethng.
"Hey thas funny mommy. He has same name as me!" Bobby just sat there
and didn't say anything. "Well my name isn't reawwy Bobby, it's
Robert Gordon Kelley." I closed my eyes.
"Buddy, please go back and play on the playground a few more
minutes."
"Tay mommy." He toddled off to the playground.
"Look Bobby--"
"His name."
"I know."
"It's, well, it's nice." I laughed.
"Yeah, I thought you'd like it."
"How come, I mean of all names why?--"
"Because, well I like your name and every son should have at least
something of their father's." I spoke that sentence wondering if he'd
notice it.
"Yeah but, well thank you but Lindsay that's your son and I---" He
froze and looked at me. "Wh, wha, what do you mean by that?" I looked
into his eyes.
"Exactly what I said. Bobby look at that child and tell me he isn't
yours." Bobby looked over at the littile boy playing in the sand.
"He really is?" He turned back and looked at me. I had tears in my
eyes.
"Yes."
"Oh my god. Why? Not why, but how, I mean I know how, I just--"
"Bobby, it's okay, I know it's a big surprise but I'm sorry, I didn't
plan to tell you."
"Why?" I was shocked that was the last thing I thought he'd say.
"What do you mean why?"
"Why didn't you plan on telling me?"
"Well, I thought since we left on bad terms, and you know we were
just sleeping together you wouldn't want--"
"Lindsay, no matter how we ended or what kind of relationship we were
or weren't having it's my son." I started crying. He was right that
was his son and I took him from him.
"I know, I'm sorry, I didn't--" I felt his arms around me and I
leaned into his touch. I hadn't felt this kind of touch since he'd
held me last.
"Shhhh....Linds it's okay, I'm not mad, sweetie please don't cry." I
looked up at him.
"Bobby, I had no right to take your son away from you like I did."
"Linds, you're his mother."
"Yeah and you're his father. It didn't make what I did right."
"Linds, it's the past and you can't change what's been done."
"Yeah, but you should have had the right to be with him and I took
you away from him."
"Well, he's two years old I missed those first two years but I won't
miss the rest."
"What do you mean?"
"I'll call you all the time and talk to him and write him letters you
can read to him and I'll send him gifts on his birthday and on
holidays and I'll come visit him at Christmas and whenever I can."
"But Bobby, you don't have to--"
"Oh Lindsay, if it's okay with you I mean, if you don't want me in
his life after what I've missed I'll understand it."
"No Bobby it's not that. It's just, well." I stopped and
hesitated. "I'd love it for you to be in his life, and what you
missed out on wasn't your fault it was mine."
"Lindsay, it's okay, no faults okay? I just want to catch up with you
and my son."
"Okay." We sat in silence and watched Bobby.
"He's a quick little one isn't he?" I chuckled.
"Yeah he sure is, it's so hard to keep up with him sometimes." I
watched my son running after the butterfly, and I saw the pole
leading to go up the slide right in front of him. I jumped up and
screamed. "Bobby, look where you're going buddy!" It was too late
before I could finish my little boy was on his back screaming and I
ran over to him with Bobby close behind me.
"Mommy! Mommy!" I ran over to him and held him in my arms.
"Shhhhh....baby, it's okay, mommy is going to take you to the
hospital." I kissed his head. His nose was bleeding, and his
forehead, chin and lip were split open. I started crying, my poor
baby.
"Linds, I'll call an ambulence." Bobby pulled out his cell phone and
called 911. "It's okay Lindsay, they're sending an ambulence." Bobby
reached out to his son and I knew he felt akward. He held his head in
his hands. "It's okay little man, you're going to be okay, you're
mommy is going to make sure you're okay." I smiled, he was already
fitting the perfect father role. The ambulence got there and Bobby
and I got into the back and brought us to UCLA Memorial Hospital.
Bobby was rushed into the ER and I was forced to stay in the waiting
area with Bobby. I was crying, so worried for my little boy. He
stopped crying when he was brought into the ambulence and I was so
proud of him for being strong. Bobby and I sat in the waiting room, I
laid my head on his chest and sat there quietly while he ran his hand
up and down my back. I sat there and flinched at his touch at first.
I wasn't comfortable being touched by men, I didn't feel safe in
people's arms anymore. I finally relaxed in Bobby's arms though. I
sat there thinking about Little Bobby's 3 theeth that had grown in
and next thing I was laughing. Bobby looked down at me confused.
"What's so funny?" I looked up at him.
"Nothing, I was just thinking how I went through so much hell when
his first 3 teeth grew in and now I'm going to have to go through
that again. Poor little guy was so proud of his teeth growing in and
now he's going to be upset." I chuckled and so did Bobby.
"Yeah, but he'll be the first kid to say the tooth fairy came to his
house when he was only 2 years old." I laughed at that too and looked
up when I saw the doctor.
"Mrs. Kelley?" I stood.
"Yes?"
"Your husband just went in there and you can go in now."
"Is he okay?"
"Yeah, he's a very brave little boy. He has some stiches in his
forehead, lip and chin and he had a bloddy nose. He's going to have
quite a black and blue face on his left side so a few days and he
lost 1 tooth. But he's going to be just fine. He's very strong." I
smiled thinkng about him.
"Thank you so much." The doctor walked off and I turned to Bobby.
"Well, now that everything is okay I'll get going, I'm sure you want
to be with Bobby and your husband." He cringed at the last word.
"Hey, hey none of that, it's your son. Though we haven't discussed
these things yet we will later, so come on in and see your son." We
walked into the hospital room and Garrett was sititng on the bed with
Bobby who was colouring in his book.
"In the lines sport." Garrett told him. I smiled at my little boy. I
walked over and went on the other side of the bed.
"Hey little man, how are you?"
"Mommy!" He let out a squeal and reahced his arms out for me to hug
him. I hugged him lightly, not wanting to hurt him and pulled back.
"How's my little man doing?"
"I'm good. I got los of ouies tis time."
"Yeah, I see that, but you're going to be okay."
"Hi Bobby." My son looked at his father smiling.
"Hey buddy." Garrett was watching us, I could see it out of the
corner of his eyes. He wasn't happy with what he saw. "You feeling
okay now?"
"Yeah. look the band aid on my finger." He held his finger up and
showed Bobby the glow in the dark spongebob band aid.
"Wow, I wish I had one like that." I smiled at the two of them.
Garrett had steam coming from his face.
"Alls you hava do is get a ouie on your finger."
"I'll remember that." We all sat in silence and Garrett spoke.
"Linds, get in the corner now so I can speak to you." I got up in a
second and told little Bobby I'd be right back. I saw Bobby looking
at us the whole time and I knew he was listening.
"Who the hell is that man?"
"Keep your voice down." He grabbed my arm and I saw Bobby stand.
"Don't tell me what to do, tell me who the hell he is now!"
"He's an old friend from Boston."
"Yeah, well that's all he better be, if I find out he was more you
know what will happen and you're not to see him ever again. Now I
have to get back to work, get this man out of this room go home when
Bobby is released and get my dinner ready." Before I could respond he
walked away. I felt embarrassed that happened in front of Bobby. I
turned to the both of them and walked over to the bed.
"Look, I should get going Linds."
"Uh..Yeah, listen here's my cell number don't call it in the morning
times. I work 7 to 7 and my husband goes to work at 7 and comes home
around 7 so during the day is okay." I wrote my cell number down.
"My cell number is still the same, but you probably don't remember
it, it's---"
"671-8364." He smiled.
"You remembered."
"Yeah. Never forgot."
"Well, I should get going."
"Where are you staying?"
"I don't know yet. I was staying with a friend but he was going away
so I could only stay a few days. I'm going to have to find a hotel
now." I felt so bad, I wanted him to stay with me, but I knew what
would happen.
"Oh, listen, I would have you staying at our house, but, well you
heard."
"Yeah. Listen don't worry about me I'll find a hotel."
"Okay. Call me and let me know."
"I will."
"Bye, Bobby." I got up and hugged him.
"Bye Linds." He turned to Little Bobby and reached down and hugged
him. "Bye Little man."
"Bye Bobby." He walked out and I sat next to Little Bobby.
"You feeling okay?"
"I'm otay." I smiled and kissed his head.
"Good. Love you sport."
"Love you mommy." We were there for another 15 minutes before I was
able to sign the release forms and we went home. When we got home I
set the couch up for him and got him comfortable.
"You call me if you need me okay?"
"Otay mommy." I walked in the kitchen it was 6:15, Garrett wouldn't
be home til 7:30 and I had to get ready for work at 6:30. I put the
pasta on the stove and went upstaris.
"I'm taking a quick shower and getting dressed. You stay on the
couch."
"Tay mommy." I went up took a quick shower, changed into my blue
scrubs and pulled my hair into a high pony tail before walking
downstairs. I stirred the sauce and took it off the stove once it was
done. I made a plate for me, Little Bobby and Garrett and wrapped
them and put them in the fridge but left mine out. I put the left
overs in a glad tupperwear and put that in the fridge. I ate my
pasta. Little Bobby always eats with Garrett. Our neighbor watches
Little Bobby for 45 minutes eveyday, I usually leave for work at
quarter to 7 but tonight because of everything I was going to be
late. Garrett goes and picks Little Bobby up on his way home from
work and takes care of him. I picked up the phone it was already 7
and I wasn't there.
"UCLA Memorial hospital." I heard one of the receptionists answer.
"Yes, can you page Dr. Mark Richards. Tell him it's Dr. Lindsay
Kelley."
"Sure." The next voice I heard was Dr. Richards.
"Hi Lindsay, where are you?"
"I'm running a little late, my son was brought into the hospital
today and I just got home."
"Okay, well I'll work your shift until you get here."
"Thank you so so much."
"No problem. That's what bosses are for right?" I laughed, if only he
knew.
"Yeah."
"Alright, say hi to the little guy for me."
"Will do." Little Bobby was well known at my work.
"Okay bye."
"Bye." As I hung up the phone I heard the front door open. 'That's
weird Garrett is home early.' I walked out to the living room and
Garrett was standing in the doorway.
"Hi honey, you're home early." I walked over to him and was going to
give him a hug when instead he slapped me across the face.
"Don't 'honey' me." He grabbed my arms and threw me across the room
and I hit the wall.
"Garrett, leave mommy alone!" Bobby was standing on the couch
yelling. I didn't want anything happening to my baby.
"Sweetie, stay there, leave Garrett alone, we're just playing a game."
"That's not a fun game."
"Not all games are funny." He picked me up and punched my face 3
times and threw me to the ground. He bent down and leaned in close to
me.
"I thought I told you to stay away from that man, and yet you phoned
him just now."
"That wasn't him it was Dr. Richards."
"Don't lie to me you bitch." He hit my stomach 2 more times hard and
I couldn't breath for a second. I heard the front door open. "Maybe
next time you'll learn to listen to me." He walked out the door and I
laid there bleeding while my son watched.
"Bobby, baby, go get mommy the phone."
"Mommy, I can call 911, you taught me."
"Good job buddy." He called 911.
"My mommy is hurt."
"What's wrong with her?"
"She is bweeding and laying on the ground."
"Okay, how old are you?"
"I'm 2 1/2 but you have to help mommy. Please."
"Okay we're going to help mommy, there is an ambulence coming to get
her okay?"
"Otay."
"I need you to stay on the phone for me okay?"
"But I wanna see mommy."
"You can see her but don't hang the phone up."
"Otay."
"Do you know who did this?"
"Garrett."
"Who's that?"
"He's my preten daddy."
"Okay thank you." I saw my cell phone resting on the table by me and
I picked it up and called Bobby.
"Bobby Donnell."
"Bobby." I whispered.
"Lindsay? Linds it that you?"
"Bobby you have to help me."
"Linds, where do you live?"
"17 Parks Ave, it's five minutes from the hospital we were at."
"Okay honey just stay on the phone with me, I'm coming."
"Okay."
"Did you call 911?"
"Bobby did."
"Okay, wait a 2 1/2 year old?"
"Yeah, the first number I taught him was 911."
"Oh. That's my boy than."
"Sure is."
"Okay. I'm passing the hospital now."
"Take a left at your next stop light."
"Yeah."
"Go all the way down that strret and turn on Comercial Ave. Take your
second left and that's Parks Ave. I'm number 17. It's a huge white
house with the name Kelley on the mailbox."
"Okay honey, I'll be there in a second."
"Okay."
"Alright, I'm going to let you go, I'm on your street now."
"Okay."
"Bye."
"Bye." I put my cell phone on the floor and laid there." I heard the
front door open minutes later and Bobby walked in.
"Oh my god Linds." I couldn't see things clearly anymore, everything
was dizzy and blurry. I closed my eyes and passed out.
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"Bobby!" I heard my son sceam my name. I didn't want to leave Lindsay
but I walked in the kitchen where he was holding the phone. I picked
up the phone.
"This is Bobby Donnell, I'm a close friend of Lindsay Kelley's."
"Sir, an ambulence should be there soon."
"I can hear the sirens."
"Alright, I'm going to let you go."
"Thank you for all your help."
"It's my job." I hung up the phone and picked Bobby up. I let the
paramedics in and they strapped Lindsay to the gurney. I had tears in
my eyes watching.
"Bobby, is mommy gonna be otay?" I looked at my son. My son, god that
would take getting used to.
"Mommy, is going to be fine." The paramedincs walked out the door.
"Sir, are you coming with us?"
"Yes." I closed the door and Little Bobby and I walked into the back
of the ambulence. We sat there both watching the woman we loved as
she struggled to stay alive.
Well, that's the end of this part. Claire and I weren't sure whether
or not you all would like it, we're trying new things. Let me know
what you think. Should we keep going? Should we stop. What?
Authors: Lynds and Claire
Author's Note: Hey! This is a new story, Claire and I are co-writing.
I want to thank Edene and Kiosha. You guys helped so much. Thank you!
And Claire thank you so much for doing this story with me. I know I
did this part because you've been swamped with school but you are
such a great help! Here you go guys! Oh and so you won't be totally
lost. Lindsay got pregnant, left the firm and is now raising Bobby's
2 1/2 yeard old son. She became an Obstetricion and is a doctor.
Summary: Lindsay is a Dr. in California, she is married anda reunion
with Bobby suddenly appears.
Disclaimer: Not our characters. Dottie, again, as long as I have
visitation rights I give you Dylan. Oh and our characters that we do
own are. Carin, Garrett, Tina, Dr. Richards and hmmm...anyone else we
make up.
"Wrong Path" Part 1
I walked out of UCLA Memorial hospital after finishing the 2nd shift.
I moved out to California almost 3 years ago. Since then I'd worked
from 7 pm to 7 am and I was finally heading home. I was so tired, I
didn't want to work the night shift but by working the night shift I
was able to be at work while my 2 1/2 year old son Bobby slept and I
was home sleeping or resting during the day while he was home, this
also made it easy because I didn't have to pay for a full time
babysitter. I had gotten pregnant shortly before leaving the firm and
moving to California. Bobby didn't even know he was a father I didn't
have the heart to tell him. My husband Garrett Kelly was also an
Obstetrician at UCLA, we had met about a year after I moved here, we
dated for a couple months and just recently married. He was so
wonderful to my son and acted as if it were his own son. He worked
1st shift so he worked during the day and stayed home with Little
Bobby at night. We just bought a home and it was beautiful. Little
Bobby had lot's and lot's of little kids his age to play with him. I
got home and Garrett was racing around the house chasing Bobby who
had taken his tie. I couldn't help but laugh.
"Bobby, give the tie back to Garrett." Little Bobby knew that wasn't
his real dad but he knew he loved him. Little Bobby turned to see me
in the doorway and ran over to me.
"Mommie!" He hugged my leg and the tie was soon forgotten. Garrett
put his tie on and grabbed his keys.
"I'm leaving, Lindsay dinner better be ready when I get home, so make
sure you set the alarm so you'll be up in time. Little guy you make
sure mommy behaves." He kissed Bobby's head. "Love you little guy."
He hugged me. "Bye Lindsay."
"Have a good day."
"Yeah whatever." I watched him leave and sighed. It was the same
thing everyday. I got orders and no love or affection but Bobby was
taken care of and that was my main concern as long as my son was okay
I was happy. I brought Bobby upstairs with me and changed while he
laid comfy on my bed. I took my shirt off and went to get my pajama
shirt.
"Mommie, you have a ouie on you?" I turned and asked him what he was
talking about.
"What little man?" He pointed to my shoulder and I looked at the
bruise and bit cut that was there. "Oh, yeah mommy hurt herself but
she's okay." He waddled over to me.
"I kiss it better?" I smiled and bent down so he could reach. he gave
it a kiss. "All better." And he clapped.
"Thank you." I finished dressing and scooped him up in my arms. "Come
on time for nap." I laid him on my bed with me and fell asleep. We
slept until 10 am and then the nanny came over taking Little Bobby
and feeding him and I went back up to bed to sleep. At 1 o'clock I
woke to the sound of my alarm and walked downstairs. Bobby and Carin,
the nanny were playing cars on the rug in the family room.
"Hi mommie!" I gave him a hug.
"Hey buddy." Carin stood and followed me to the kitchen.
"He ate breakfast, had his lunch and I haven't put him down for his
nap." I smiled, she was the greatest nanny you could ask for.
"Thanks Carin. I'll see you Monday same as always."
"Oh, you have this weekend free finally?" It wasn't often I could get
a whole weekend off but I managed to this weekend.
"Yeah I finally was able to get both days free." I wrote out Carin's
check and handed it to her.
"Okay thanks Lindsay, I'll see you Monday then."
"Thanks, bye." I walked her to the door.
"Bye Carin." Little Bobby waved to her.
"Bye sweetie. Be good for mommy."
"Okay sport time for a nap while mommy showers and gets ready, we
have to go to the grocery store."
"Play park?" He asked. I looked at the clock it was almost 1:30, by
the time I showered and dressed and got Bobby ready and up from his
nap it would be close to 3 then the store would be about 1/2 hour so
I could be back at the house by 5 and Garrett doesn't get home til at
least 7:30, I could have us home from the park by 6 easily. I looked
down at him and smiled.
"Sure sport we can go to the park for a little while." I picked him
up. "You need your nap first." I laid him in his crib and took one of
the baby moniters and brought it in the bathroom with me. I took a
shower and dressed, Bobby was still sleeping so I went downstairs and
made a list. I was going to make pasta and meatballs tonight, easy
enough. I padded around the house a bit and at 2:45 I heard Bobby
talking to himself in his crib so I knew he was up. I got him dressed
and ready and we went to the store picking up only a few items and
then bringing them back to the house and dropping them off. We drove
to the park 5 minutes from our house and I sat on the bench while
Bobby played on the slide. I watched him and it reminded me more and
more each day how much he took after his father. Bobby had his
father's bright blue eyes and stubborn attitude, well yeah I admit I
have a stubborn attitude too but every action my son played part of,
his father too played part. It amazed me how he could take after his
father so much while never knowing him. I was brought out of my day
dream and back to reality when I heard my son screaming. I looked
over and saw my son on the ground, he'd fallen off the slide and a
man was helping him up. I saw him crouch down and talk to him.
"Hey little guy, where's your mommy?" I saw Bobby point to me and the
man looked to where he was pointing.
"That's my mommy." I couldn't believe what I saw, standing down by my
son, or I should say our son was Bobby Donnell the one and only.
Well, not one and only. I walked over and bent down to my son who was
looking at his hands which were scraped. He held his hands out to me
and cried.
"Mommy, I have a ouie on me." I reached in my purse and got the baby
wipes out and wiped his hands clean and his knees. I kissed both
hands better and gave him a kiss on the head.
"There buddy, you're all better now, you go play in the sand, and be
careful." He smiled the great old Bobby Donnell smile I remembered
seeing on my former boss.
"Tank you mommy." He ran off to the sandbox. I turned to the man
still bent down next to me.
"Hey Lindsay." I couldn't look in his eyes so I stood up, tried to
compose myself and looked into those baby blues.
"Hi Bobby." He stood up too.
"So you're a mom?" I smiled. 'And you're a dad.' I wanted so much to
say but knew I couldn't.
"Yeah, he's a handful but he's great."
"How old is he?" We walked over to the bench and sat down keeping my
eye to my son and Bobby.
"2 1/2, he just had his birthday in February." 'Should I tell him? No
don't tell, yes Lindsay you should.' I was arguing to myself.
"So, you must've had him right after you moved."
"Yeah, I did." Just then he come running over to me. I looked into
his eyes, he was a spitting image of his father I was just hoping
Bobby was too stupid to see that. Thankfully at this moment he was.
"Mommy! Are we weaving soon?" He crawled into my lap.
"We're leaving soon but mommy is catching up with an old friend of
hers. So a few more minutes okay?"
"Who is he?" He pointed to Bobby.
"This is mommy's friend, his name is Bobby." I shouldn't have told
him his name, I knew my son would say somethng.
"Hey thas funny mommy. He has same name as me!" Bobby just sat there
and didn't say anything. "Well my name isn't reawwy Bobby, it's
Robert Gordon Kelley." I closed my eyes.
"Buddy, please go back and play on the playground a few more
minutes."
"Tay mommy." He toddled off to the playground.
"Look Bobby--"
"His name."
"I know."
"It's, well, it's nice." I laughed.
"Yeah, I thought you'd like it."
"How come, I mean of all names why?--"
"Because, well I like your name and every son should have at least
something of their father's." I spoke that sentence wondering if he'd
notice it.
"Yeah but, well thank you but Lindsay that's your son and I---" He
froze and looked at me. "Wh, wha, what do you mean by that?" I looked
into his eyes.
"Exactly what I said. Bobby look at that child and tell me he isn't
yours." Bobby looked over at the littile boy playing in the sand.
"He really is?" He turned back and looked at me. I had tears in my
eyes.
"Yes."
"Oh my god. Why? Not why, but how, I mean I know how, I just--"
"Bobby, it's okay, I know it's a big surprise but I'm sorry, I didn't
plan to tell you."
"Why?" I was shocked that was the last thing I thought he'd say.
"What do you mean why?"
"Why didn't you plan on telling me?"
"Well, I thought since we left on bad terms, and you know we were
just sleeping together you wouldn't want--"
"Lindsay, no matter how we ended or what kind of relationship we were
or weren't having it's my son." I started crying. He was right that
was his son and I took him from him.
"I know, I'm sorry, I didn't--" I felt his arms around me and I
leaned into his touch. I hadn't felt this kind of touch since he'd
held me last.
"Shhhh....Linds it's okay, I'm not mad, sweetie please don't cry." I
looked up at him.
"Bobby, I had no right to take your son away from you like I did."
"Linds, you're his mother."
"Yeah and you're his father. It didn't make what I did right."
"Linds, it's the past and you can't change what's been done."
"Yeah, but you should have had the right to be with him and I took
you away from him."
"Well, he's two years old I missed those first two years but I won't
miss the rest."
"What do you mean?"
"I'll call you all the time and talk to him and write him letters you
can read to him and I'll send him gifts on his birthday and on
holidays and I'll come visit him at Christmas and whenever I can."
"But Bobby, you don't have to--"
"Oh Lindsay, if it's okay with you I mean, if you don't want me in
his life after what I've missed I'll understand it."
"No Bobby it's not that. It's just, well." I stopped and
hesitated. "I'd love it for you to be in his life, and what you
missed out on wasn't your fault it was mine."
"Lindsay, it's okay, no faults okay? I just want to catch up with you
and my son."
"Okay." We sat in silence and watched Bobby.
"He's a quick little one isn't he?" I chuckled.
"Yeah he sure is, it's so hard to keep up with him sometimes." I
watched my son running after the butterfly, and I saw the pole
leading to go up the slide right in front of him. I jumped up and
screamed. "Bobby, look where you're going buddy!" It was too late
before I could finish my little boy was on his back screaming and I
ran over to him with Bobby close behind me.
"Mommy! Mommy!" I ran over to him and held him in my arms.
"Shhhhh....baby, it's okay, mommy is going to take you to the
hospital." I kissed his head. His nose was bleeding, and his
forehead, chin and lip were split open. I started crying, my poor
baby.
"Linds, I'll call an ambulence." Bobby pulled out his cell phone and
called 911. "It's okay Lindsay, they're sending an ambulence." Bobby
reached out to his son and I knew he felt akward. He held his head in
his hands. "It's okay little man, you're going to be okay, you're
mommy is going to make sure you're okay." I smiled, he was already
fitting the perfect father role. The ambulence got there and Bobby
and I got into the back and brought us to UCLA Memorial Hospital.
Bobby was rushed into the ER and I was forced to stay in the waiting
area with Bobby. I was crying, so worried for my little boy. He
stopped crying when he was brought into the ambulence and I was so
proud of him for being strong. Bobby and I sat in the waiting room, I
laid my head on his chest and sat there quietly while he ran his hand
up and down my back. I sat there and flinched at his touch at first.
I wasn't comfortable being touched by men, I didn't feel safe in
people's arms anymore. I finally relaxed in Bobby's arms though. I
sat there thinking about Little Bobby's 3 theeth that had grown in
and next thing I was laughing. Bobby looked down at me confused.
"What's so funny?" I looked up at him.
"Nothing, I was just thinking how I went through so much hell when
his first 3 teeth grew in and now I'm going to have to go through
that again. Poor little guy was so proud of his teeth growing in and
now he's going to be upset." I chuckled and so did Bobby.
"Yeah, but he'll be the first kid to say the tooth fairy came to his
house when he was only 2 years old." I laughed at that too and looked
up when I saw the doctor.
"Mrs. Kelley?" I stood.
"Yes?"
"Your husband just went in there and you can go in now."
"Is he okay?"
"Yeah, he's a very brave little boy. He has some stiches in his
forehead, lip and chin and he had a bloddy nose. He's going to have
quite a black and blue face on his left side so a few days and he
lost 1 tooth. But he's going to be just fine. He's very strong." I
smiled thinkng about him.
"Thank you so much." The doctor walked off and I turned to Bobby.
"Well, now that everything is okay I'll get going, I'm sure you want
to be with Bobby and your husband." He cringed at the last word.
"Hey, hey none of that, it's your son. Though we haven't discussed
these things yet we will later, so come on in and see your son." We
walked into the hospital room and Garrett was sititng on the bed with
Bobby who was colouring in his book.
"In the lines sport." Garrett told him. I smiled at my little boy. I
walked over and went on the other side of the bed.
"Hey little man, how are you?"
"Mommy!" He let out a squeal and reahced his arms out for me to hug
him. I hugged him lightly, not wanting to hurt him and pulled back.
"How's my little man doing?"
"I'm good. I got los of ouies tis time."
"Yeah, I see that, but you're going to be okay."
"Hi Bobby." My son looked at his father smiling.
"Hey buddy." Garrett was watching us, I could see it out of the
corner of his eyes. He wasn't happy with what he saw. "You feeling
okay now?"
"Yeah. look the band aid on my finger." He held his finger up and
showed Bobby the glow in the dark spongebob band aid.
"Wow, I wish I had one like that." I smiled at the two of them.
Garrett had steam coming from his face.
"Alls you hava do is get a ouie on your finger."
"I'll remember that." We all sat in silence and Garrett spoke.
"Linds, get in the corner now so I can speak to you." I got up in a
second and told little Bobby I'd be right back. I saw Bobby looking
at us the whole time and I knew he was listening.
"Who the hell is that man?"
"Keep your voice down." He grabbed my arm and I saw Bobby stand.
"Don't tell me what to do, tell me who the hell he is now!"
"He's an old friend from Boston."
"Yeah, well that's all he better be, if I find out he was more you
know what will happen and you're not to see him ever again. Now I
have to get back to work, get this man out of this room go home when
Bobby is released and get my dinner ready." Before I could respond he
walked away. I felt embarrassed that happened in front of Bobby. I
turned to the both of them and walked over to the bed.
"Look, I should get going Linds."
"Uh..Yeah, listen here's my cell number don't call it in the morning
times. I work 7 to 7 and my husband goes to work at 7 and comes home
around 7 so during the day is okay." I wrote my cell number down.
"My cell number is still the same, but you probably don't remember
it, it's---"
"671-8364." He smiled.
"You remembered."
"Yeah. Never forgot."
"Well, I should get going."
"Where are you staying?"
"I don't know yet. I was staying with a friend but he was going away
so I could only stay a few days. I'm going to have to find a hotel
now." I felt so bad, I wanted him to stay with me, but I knew what
would happen.
"Oh, listen, I would have you staying at our house, but, well you
heard."
"Yeah. Listen don't worry about me I'll find a hotel."
"Okay. Call me and let me know."
"I will."
"Bye, Bobby." I got up and hugged him.
"Bye Linds." He turned to Little Bobby and reached down and hugged
him. "Bye Little man."
"Bye Bobby." He walked out and I sat next to Little Bobby.
"You feeling okay?"
"I'm otay." I smiled and kissed his head.
"Good. Love you sport."
"Love you mommy." We were there for another 15 minutes before I was
able to sign the release forms and we went home. When we got home I
set the couch up for him and got him comfortable.
"You call me if you need me okay?"
"Otay mommy." I walked in the kitchen it was 6:15, Garrett wouldn't
be home til 7:30 and I had to get ready for work at 6:30. I put the
pasta on the stove and went upstaris.
"I'm taking a quick shower and getting dressed. You stay on the
couch."
"Tay mommy." I went up took a quick shower, changed into my blue
scrubs and pulled my hair into a high pony tail before walking
downstairs. I stirred the sauce and took it off the stove once it was
done. I made a plate for me, Little Bobby and Garrett and wrapped
them and put them in the fridge but left mine out. I put the left
overs in a glad tupperwear and put that in the fridge. I ate my
pasta. Little Bobby always eats with Garrett. Our neighbor watches
Little Bobby for 45 minutes eveyday, I usually leave for work at
quarter to 7 but tonight because of everything I was going to be
late. Garrett goes and picks Little Bobby up on his way home from
work and takes care of him. I picked up the phone it was already 7
and I wasn't there.
"UCLA Memorial hospital." I heard one of the receptionists answer.
"Yes, can you page Dr. Mark Richards. Tell him it's Dr. Lindsay
Kelley."
"Sure." The next voice I heard was Dr. Richards.
"Hi Lindsay, where are you?"
"I'm running a little late, my son was brought into the hospital
today and I just got home."
"Okay, well I'll work your shift until you get here."
"Thank you so so much."
"No problem. That's what bosses are for right?" I laughed, if only he
knew.
"Yeah."
"Alright, say hi to the little guy for me."
"Will do." Little Bobby was well known at my work.
"Okay bye."
"Bye." As I hung up the phone I heard the front door open. 'That's
weird Garrett is home early.' I walked out to the living room and
Garrett was standing in the doorway.
"Hi honey, you're home early." I walked over to him and was going to
give him a hug when instead he slapped me across the face.
"Don't 'honey' me." He grabbed my arms and threw me across the room
and I hit the wall.
"Garrett, leave mommy alone!" Bobby was standing on the couch
yelling. I didn't want anything happening to my baby.
"Sweetie, stay there, leave Garrett alone, we're just playing a game."
"That's not a fun game."
"Not all games are funny." He picked me up and punched my face 3
times and threw me to the ground. He bent down and leaned in close to
me.
"I thought I told you to stay away from that man, and yet you phoned
him just now."
"That wasn't him it was Dr. Richards."
"Don't lie to me you bitch." He hit my stomach 2 more times hard and
I couldn't breath for a second. I heard the front door open. "Maybe
next time you'll learn to listen to me." He walked out the door and I
laid there bleeding while my son watched.
"Bobby, baby, go get mommy the phone."
"Mommy, I can call 911, you taught me."
"Good job buddy." He called 911.
"My mommy is hurt."
"What's wrong with her?"
"She is bweeding and laying on the ground."
"Okay, how old are you?"
"I'm 2 1/2 but you have to help mommy. Please."
"Okay we're going to help mommy, there is an ambulence coming to get
her okay?"
"Otay."
"I need you to stay on the phone for me okay?"
"But I wanna see mommy."
"You can see her but don't hang the phone up."
"Otay."
"Do you know who did this?"
"Garrett."
"Who's that?"
"He's my preten daddy."
"Okay thank you." I saw my cell phone resting on the table by me and
I picked it up and called Bobby.
"Bobby Donnell."
"Bobby." I whispered.
"Lindsay? Linds it that you?"
"Bobby you have to help me."
"Linds, where do you live?"
"17 Parks Ave, it's five minutes from the hospital we were at."
"Okay honey just stay on the phone with me, I'm coming."
"Okay."
"Did you call 911?"
"Bobby did."
"Okay, wait a 2 1/2 year old?"
"Yeah, the first number I taught him was 911."
"Oh. That's my boy than."
"Sure is."
"Okay. I'm passing the hospital now."
"Take a left at your next stop light."
"Yeah."
"Go all the way down that strret and turn on Comercial Ave. Take your
second left and that's Parks Ave. I'm number 17. It's a huge white
house with the name Kelley on the mailbox."
"Okay honey, I'll be there in a second."
"Okay."
"Alright, I'm going to let you go, I'm on your street now."
"Okay."
"Bye."
"Bye." I put my cell phone on the floor and laid there." I heard the
front door open minutes later and Bobby walked in.
"Oh my god Linds." I couldn't see things clearly anymore, everything
was dizzy and blurry. I closed my eyes and passed out.
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"Bobby!" I heard my son sceam my name. I didn't want to leave Lindsay
but I walked in the kitchen where he was holding the phone. I picked
up the phone.
"This is Bobby Donnell, I'm a close friend of Lindsay Kelley's."
"Sir, an ambulence should be there soon."
"I can hear the sirens."
"Alright, I'm going to let you go."
"Thank you for all your help."
"It's my job." I hung up the phone and picked Bobby up. I let the
paramedics in and they strapped Lindsay to the gurney. I had tears in
my eyes watching.
"Bobby, is mommy gonna be otay?" I looked at my son. My son, god that
would take getting used to.
"Mommy, is going to be fine." The paramedincs walked out the door.
"Sir, are you coming with us?"
"Yes." I closed the door and Little Bobby and I walked into the back
of the ambulence. We sat there both watching the woman we loved as
she struggled to stay alive.
Well, that's the end of this part. Claire and I weren't sure whether
or not you all would like it, we're trying new things. Let me know
what you think. Should we keep going? Should we stop. What?