August 4th, 2012

Week 36

Dave glanced over the medicine cabinet. They were running low. Time to do some inventory. Randi stood in the doorway.

"Want me to pull up the papers?" She asked. Dave nodded.

"Yeah. If you're not busy." He said.
"Front desk is dead and I have no meetings." Randi said spinning around to go to his office. Dave chuckled softly. Randi vowed never to be a receptionist again, but lately she had been helping out at the clinic since Drew and Elizabeth were barely there.

"Thanks, Darling." He said walking up to the scale. "Let's see if I've been keeping my boyish figure." he moved the weights a little bit. one eighty. Okay, not bad, but not great.

"AH, Dr. M?" April walked up to him, "There's someone here to see you. He's not a patient. I directed him towards your office."

"Thanks." Dave went to his office and saw a middle aged man standing by his door, "May I help you?"

"Are you Dr. David Malucci?" He asked. Dave nodded.

"And you are?" He asked. The man slapped a stack of papers in his hand.

"Congrats. you're being served." The man said and walked away.
"Wait a minute!" Dave opened up the papers and began to read, "Holy shit! This has to be a goddamn joke."

"What's wrong?" Randi asked walking up to him.

"I was served." He said in disbelief.

"For what??" Randi gasped.

"Sexual harassment." Dave said. Randi frowned deeply.

"What did you do, Dave??" She snapped. Dave's eyes went wide.

"What? I didn't do anything." Dave said. "Why would you think I did?"
"Cause I know how you are." Randi said.

"How I USED to be." Dave said stalking into his office.

"I hope it's how you used to be, David." Randi said, "We can't go back to being how we used to be. We have six kids we need to take care of."

"Christ, Randi." Dave looked at her, "I didn't do anything. I don't know where this allegation is coming from. I swear on my love for you, I didn't do anything." Randi stared at him. She knew Dave too well to think he would just throw their love right out the window. She sighed softly.

"We'll fight this, Dave, I promise." Randi said to him.

"I know, Babe." David threw the papers on his desk, "We can afford the best lawyer so we will get the best lawyer."

"Doesn't your insurance cover you from being sued?" Randi asked. Dave shrugged.

"I'm not sure." he frowned.

"We'll talk with your lawyer about it." Randi said to him. "We'll get everything sorted out." Dave nodded slowly.

"All right." he said, "I'm going to....do some paper work."

"Okay, Baby." Randi stood there watching Dave close the door. If this thing didn't get cleared up soon, Dave would self-destruct. She knew it.

August 18th, 2012

Week 38

Randi was going to scream. Dave wasn't allowed to work until this whole sexual harassment thing was taken care of. Drew was running the whole clinic himself and it wasn't good that Elizabeth was going to pop any day now. Susan Lewis and Kerry Weaver from Cook County helped out when they could.

"Why aren't they walking much yet?" Randi asked as she looked at the twins.

"It's going to take them awhile to catch up." Dave said, "Preemies usually don't catch up to their age bracket until kindergarten."

"When Daisy was their ages she was playing music." She said, "Lyric was reading medical books..."

"The boys are different, Randi." Dave said to her. Jett and Gage were sitting on the sofa flipping through a picture book. Gage giggled when they came to a picture of a horse.

"Hosey." Gage giggled.

"Very good." Dave said. He pointed to a picture of a sheep, "And what's that?" Jett kicked his legs.

"Baa baa." He said. Randi smiled weakly.

"That's right. Baa baa black sheep." She said putting him on her lap.

"See Randi? They're smart." Dave said. Randi nodded slowly. She just wasn't used to this. "Why don't we go to the rink and check Lori out?"

"She whines when we watch." She said.
"I don't care." Dave said getting up, "She's my girl and I'll watch her if I want to."

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Sailor's body slid against Michael's body. They were like a puzzle piece gliding across the ice. Her dark brown curls wrapped around his neck. Their eyes focused on each other.

"Go." he whispered to her. Her eyes sparkled. Sailor uncurled from his body as her own twisted in a spin. Her arms and legs went out. Michael held her ankle softly, pulling her towards him.

"Have I ever told you how much I hate that kid?" Dave asked.

"On many occasions." Randi said.
"He's more than twice her age, Randi." Dave stated.

"I know, Dear." Randi said watching her daughter.

"They shouldn't be skating like that. It's...It's provocative." He said. Randi couldn't help but to laugh at that comment.

"They're skating, Dave. Nothing more." She said, "She's six and not thinking about anything else but skating."

"She's almost seven." Dave said.
"I know, David." Randi said as the music ended. The crowd erupted in applause.

"They're going to the Olympics most definitely." A woman said.
"They're going to get gold." Another said. Randi beamed with pride as she walked down into the pit to meet Sailor.

"Mom! Did you see that?" She panted running towards her.

"It was wonderful." Randi smiled hugging her, "You did great, Michael."

"Thank you, Mrs. Malucci." He said glancing at Dave.
"Aren't your parents here?" Randi asked. He shook his head.

"They don't come anymore." Michael said, "They're in Switzerland anyway." Randi frowned deeply. She traveled a lot and was busy, but she always made time for her children.

"Why don't you come over to our house for dinner?" Randi smiled, "Sailor wouldn't mind, would you?" Sailor shook her head.
"Nope." She said, "Come on, Mike." He nodded and followed Sailor. Dave frowned deeply. Now he really had to get his shot gun all polished up.

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