Yesterday we left the hospital. Molly was talking again, and even walking,
but the doctor told her to take it easy, so I put her to bed. Molly liked
to learn, she also liked school, so
when I told her what had happened to the school she had gotten quite upset, but I told her she would go back to school soon. A soft knock at the door brought me out of my daydreams, "Who is it?" I asked. "Me," he said. It was all he ever had to say, I knew him by the back of my hand. I opened the door.
"Hey, how are you?" he asked.
"I'm good. It was Molly who got hurt, not me."
"You know what I mean."
"Yeah, I do."
"So, um.. I'm here to see Molly," he said.
"Really?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, where is the little squirt?"
"This way," I said, leading him in the direction of Molly's room. I knocked on her door and opened it. She was awake. "Molly, Dr.Carter is here" She lifted her head and her face
lit up. "Dr.Carter?" she asked. "Yeah," I told her, "Can he come in?" She nodded.
"Hey Princess Molly," he said as he entered the large pink room. "These," he said, brandishing a bouquet of flowers from behind his back, "Are for you." She giggled at
being called "Princess Molly." "How are you miss Molly?" he asked. "Good," she whispered. "Is it my imagination," he asked, "or can Molly really talk?" Again she
giggled, harder then the time before, and longer. "Molly" he said, "I have a problem. Could you help me?" She nodded. "Well, here's the problem: a friend of mine told me that in a month from Christmas, it was somebody's
birthday. Only problem is, I don't remember whose birthday it is." "I know!" she yelled "MINE!"
"Did you say something?"
"MINE!" she shouted louder.
"I didn't hear what you said could you.."
"MINE!" she shrieked before collapsing on his lap in a fit of giggles. "What do you want
for Christmas Princess Molly?" he asked.
"A Barbie," she said.
"Which one?"
"Ballerina Barbie," she answered. "I do Ballet," she said, sitting up straight. He poked her. "You're tickling me," she shrieked. "I know," he calmly answered. "I can't." she
began, gasping for air. He stopped and went into doctor mode, "Are you okay?" he asked. "Gotcha" she yelled before leaping off the bed and running from the room.
He turned around to face me. "Why are you laughing?" he asked.
"You fell for it," I giggled.
"She's done that before?"
"Many times."
"Damn," he muttered.
"Carter!" I yelled and then hit him. "No cursing in this house."
"I knew that," he said. "I just forgot."
"Sure," I said.
"Molly!" he called. "Your present is on the table" He put a small package on the table.
"Thanks for coming," I told him.
"It's not a problem. If you need any help, you know where I live." I laughed as he
hugged me. "Don't be a stranger."
"I wouldn't dream of it," I told him, and then I did something I never dreamed I
would do. I kissed him. I stepped back "I...I'm sorry."
"Don't be," he said, and he kissed me back.
when I told her what had happened to the school she had gotten quite upset, but I told her she would go back to school soon. A soft knock at the door brought me out of my daydreams, "Who is it?" I asked. "Me," he said. It was all he ever had to say, I knew him by the back of my hand. I opened the door.
"Hey, how are you?" he asked.
"I'm good. It was Molly who got hurt, not me."
"You know what I mean."
"Yeah, I do."
"So, um.. I'm here to see Molly," he said.
"Really?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, where is the little squirt?"
"This way," I said, leading him in the direction of Molly's room. I knocked on her door and opened it. She was awake. "Molly, Dr.Carter is here" She lifted her head and her face
lit up. "Dr.Carter?" she asked. "Yeah," I told her, "Can he come in?" She nodded.
"Hey Princess Molly," he said as he entered the large pink room. "These," he said, brandishing a bouquet of flowers from behind his back, "Are for you." She giggled at
being called "Princess Molly." "How are you miss Molly?" he asked. "Good," she whispered. "Is it my imagination," he asked, "or can Molly really talk?" Again she
giggled, harder then the time before, and longer. "Molly" he said, "I have a problem. Could you help me?" She nodded. "Well, here's the problem: a friend of mine told me that in a month from Christmas, it was somebody's
birthday. Only problem is, I don't remember whose birthday it is." "I know!" she yelled "MINE!"
"Did you say something?"
"MINE!" she shouted louder.
"I didn't hear what you said could you.."
"MINE!" she shrieked before collapsing on his lap in a fit of giggles. "What do you want
for Christmas Princess Molly?" he asked.
"A Barbie," she said.
"Which one?"
"Ballerina Barbie," she answered. "I do Ballet," she said, sitting up straight. He poked her. "You're tickling me," she shrieked. "I know," he calmly answered. "I can't." she
began, gasping for air. He stopped and went into doctor mode, "Are you okay?" he asked. "Gotcha" she yelled before leaping off the bed and running from the room.
He turned around to face me. "Why are you laughing?" he asked.
"You fell for it," I giggled.
"She's done that before?"
"Many times."
"Damn," he muttered.
"Carter!" I yelled and then hit him. "No cursing in this house."
"I knew that," he said. "I just forgot."
"Sure," I said.
"Molly!" he called. "Your present is on the table" He put a small package on the table.
"Thanks for coming," I told him.
"It's not a problem. If you need any help, you know where I live." I laughed as he
hugged me. "Don't be a stranger."
"I wouldn't dream of it," I told him, and then I did something I never dreamed I
would do. I kissed him. I stepped back "I...I'm sorry."
"Don't be," he said, and he kissed me back.