I totally forgot my disclaimer last time lol. These people showed up at my door and tried to sue the pants off me. Well they mighta got my pants but they didn't get my panties ha! nan nanny boo boo Sorry for being so late with this chapter. Had some computer problems and I just wanted to make sure I was comfortable with this chapter before I posted it.
Warning: Some offensive words in this chapter. you have been warned.
I don't own anyone. I don't own the civil war (er?) oh piss it, on to the story!
Mason walked back and forward in front of the women he was talking to.
"Ok ladies, our mission is to comfort, watch over, and protect our patient. We are the very few who knows he's here and since I'm the only doctor around for miles, I am the one person capable of treating him. There will be no running, no jumping, no screaming, no hollering.... he stopped to glare at the redhead as if saying "meaning you" then continued walking and giving directions.
"The only time we will bother him is when 1. he needs food 2. he needs water or 3. when he needs to go relive himself."
"Eww." The redhead whispered to the brunette.
"I know, that's sooo disgusting," The brunnette whispered back.
"Shh." The tall woman shushed the other 2.
Causing them to immdediately return their attention to Matt.
"Do well all agree?" Mason stopped walking and asked.
"Yes sir!" All 3 females yelled in unison.
Matt spun around quickly to glare at them.
"I said no yelling." He threatned in a low voice.
"May I please go to the bathfroom now?" The redhead asked.
"Yes you may and the word is "bathroom" not "bathfroom" Abbigal Madeline." Matt told his youngest daughter.
"Daddy why do you only use our full names when we're in trouble or when we do something wrong?" His oldest daughter Melanie Audrey asked him in her proper new york accent that was slowly becoming laced with a sweet southern drawl. She'd been spending too much time around their nanny Daisy, a nice southern woman herself.
"Quit askin your daddy all them questions gal and help me start lunch." Daisy said to Melanie.
"Why do I have to help with lunch?! Why can't Abbi do it?"
She asked quickly glancing between Daisy and her father. Pleading to him with her dark mahogany eyes that matched his own perfectly to get her out of helping the young nanny. Daisy crossed her arms over her chest signaling that was her final word and she wasn't letting the 8 year old off the hook.
"Fine" She huffed.
"But Abbi has to do something around here!" She demanded.
"I'll take the soldier some pillwhoas and flowies. That should make him feel better." The six year old said hoping she was making herself useful so her older sister would hopefully get off her back.
"That'll be great little one." Matt said as he knelt down and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.
"I want a kiss too daddy!" Melanie begged.
Matt leaned over and kissed his other pouting daughter.
"There now you're both even."
The 2 girls smiled, finally satisfied they both ran off to fulfill their promises.
"Don't you worry Mr. Hardlin i'll make sure they don't kill me or the poor soldier boy." Daisy assured the man. He just chuckled and walked away to do some paperwork in his office.
2 Hours Later
Laying his head on his wifes' stomache quietly, listening to her slow rhythmatic heartbeat Matt fell into an unwanted slumber, while his entire house became busy with activity.
Meanwhile............
A head popped up from the side of the newly occupied bed by a warm body. The little head slowly crept up toward the front of the bed, usually where a person would lye their head to sleep. Only a second passed when suddenly another popped up beginnig the same trek the head before it did. As soon as both heads were next to each other, giggling arose as if out of nowhere.
The young man on the bed began to stir, the giggling slowly willing him to consciousness.
"Shh you're waking him up!" The dark haired head whispered rather loudly to the red haired head.
"No I'm not you ware!" The red head whispered back even louder, hendered by her baby talk making it almost hardly understandable.
"No ya both are," Jeff said waking up completely then letting out a groan as he realised the pain in his shoulder.
"Wuh oh," Came from the red head.
Melanie shot up from the floor and stood completely straight in front of the soldier.
"Melanie Audrey Hardlin at your service. How may I help to make you feel more comfortable?" She asked, trying to sound as professional as a 8 year old could manage.
"And I'm Abbigail Madeline Hardlin nurse in traiwning." She almost cursed at herself out loud for not sounding as grown up as her older sister but she just shrugged her shoulders and figured she'd get it right someday.
"Well well I didn't know gettin injured on the battlefield would mean I get ta rest in a fo star hotel."
"The word is four and besides if this were a hotel it would be a five star not four."
"Well aren't you very much sure of yoself Miss Lady, pardon my manners I'm Jeremiah Nero Hardy nice to meet the both of you."
"Same here." Abbi said as she pulled a piece of salt water taffy out the front pocket of her sunflower dress. Tossing it in her mouth and chewing quickly.
Jeff smiled at her, already starting to like the redhead.
"Don't mind my unreasonably rude little sister Mr. Hardy. It's very nice to meet you."
"Act like momma taught you something Abbi and use your manners." She whispered to her smiling baby sister.
"I'm trwyin i'm trwyin," She whispered back, throwing her hands up in defeat as if to say "i give up". As she walked towards the bed Jeff was now sitting up on she quickly glanced back to her sister and rolled her eyes.
"Mr. Hardy do you like flowies?" She asked sitting next to him on the bed.
"Well that all depends on whut flowies is. And you can call me Jerms if I can call you Abbi."
"Why Jerms? Don't you have a betwer nickname?"
"Well because just like germs I can get into ya system when you least expect it."
Abbi was obviously confused.
"But unlike germs you won't want me to go away."
Abbi couldn't help but laugh at that statement.
"Not flowies she means flowers." She interrupted as she tried to maintain the phony smile she were showing. Inside she was fuming.
"My my I do declare. Sweety your girdle must be tighter than a baby's hold on their mothers' tit."
"Such language!"
Abbi couldn't stop from giggling though.
"Don't mind her Jeff she's alllllllways like that."
Finally Melanie softened up and decided to let her guard down. She lept on the bed tackling her baby sister causing everyone on the bed to break down in giggles.
Down the Hall.
"Mason?"
"Mason?"
"Mason darling wake up." Amelia whispered to her sleeping husband, carefully running her fingers through his hair making sure to not catch her fingers in his curls. Hurt like hell to try to untangle them especially with Matt twisting his head back and forth yelling "it hurts damnit!'.
"Huh."
"Mason, baby wake up I hear singing." She whispered hoarsely, her voice dry from lack of use.
"I'll go check on it, you just go back to sleep." He grunted.
She just shook her head in amazement. "That man will be the death of me with all his commands and directions. He was always a stick in the mud." She giggled to herself
Matt walked down the hall listening closely to the singing, hoping he could make out the words.
Tell me, tell me weary soldier
From the rude and stirring wars,
Was my brother in the battle
Where you gained those noble scars?
He was ever brave and valiant,
And I knew he never fled,
Was his name among the wounded
Or numbered with the dead?
Was my brother in the battle,
When the tide of war ran high?
You would know him in a thousand
By his dark and flashing eye. Chorus: Tell me, tell me weary soldier,
Will he never come again,
Did he suffer mid' the wounded
Or die among the slain? Was my brother in the battle
When the noble Highland host
Were so wrongfully outnumbered
On the Carolina coast;
Did he struggle for the Union
'mid the thunder and the rain,
Till he fell among the brave
On a bleak Virginia plain?
Oh, I'm sure that he was dauntless
And his courage ne'er would lag
While contending for the honor
Of our dear and cherished flag. Was my brother in the battle
When the flag of Erin came
To the rescue of our banner
And protection of our fame,
While the fleet from off the waters
Poured out terror and dismay
Till the bold and erring foe
Fell like leaves on an Autumn day?
When the bugle called to the battle
And the cannon deeply roared,
Oh! I wish I could have seen him
Draw his sharp and glittering sword
Exiting the room humming Daisy almost jumped 3 feet away when she finally noticed Matt standing near the door.
"Oh my good lord, Mr. Hardlin are you tryin to send me to a early grave?!" The woman commanded.
"It's ok Daisy, I just didn't want my presence known so quickly. Who is that singing in there?"
"Oh it's just Mr. Hardy tryin to teach the girls a new song. I swear if I weren't a good christian woman that boy would charm the britches right off of me. Cocky little thang he is. Now if ya don't mind me i'll be downstairs puttin these bloody towels in the washer." She exscused herself.
"Don't hurt your hand again like last time Daisy. I can only treat so many patients." He joked around with her, in the short time she had been working for him they'd become good friends and he always worried about how much work she would sometimes put on herself.
"Don't you go worryin about me Mr. Hardlin you have enough on your plate around here as it is. I'm sure Ms. Daisy can handle herself just fine. You go on in there and join in the sing along." She laughed walking down the hall.
Matt grabbed her arm before she could leave.
"Daisy, the moment you walked into my home you became a free woman. You are no longer a slave and never will you be again if this war has anything to do with it. I will not have you puttin yourself through back breaking work worrying about whether or not i'm gonna fire you tomorrow or not. Amelia thinks of you as her sister so that would make you my sister in law, and no sister of mine is going to be running around here cuttin her fingers and sweating to death cooking over a hot stove all day. Now i'm giving you the rest of the week off. Go visit some of your family, help them get settled in. I know you're dying to see those handsome sons of yours, no baby can do without their mother for long. Now you get on out of my house before I call the police." He chuckled hugging the woman close to him.
"Thank you Mr. hardlin. You've always treated me mighty kindly and ya know I love Amelia and you. Not to mention I love those girls of yours like they were my very own. So i'll be goin but don't you dare think i'm not comin back here and fixin us all a big ol sunday dinna." She said whiping the stray tears away from her eyes as she giggled and hurried down the hall not wanting to make a fool of herself for getting so emotional.
"And when are you gonna stop callin me Mr. Hardlin woman?! It's Mason!" He yelled after her. She peeked her head around the corner and threw a washcloth at him laughing her head off as she hopped down the stairs, excited to her bones at the thought of seeing her family again.
Matt turned again headed towards the room where the singing had resumed, this time even louder with the addition of Melanie and Abbi singin to the top of their lungs. Matt stopped at the door and peered in. On the bed was Melanie sitting indian style tryin to teach Jeff how to play pattycake while he was trying to serenade her. Abbi jumped on the bed behind them swearing to the heavens that she could reach the sky even though god gave her no wings or feathers to help her fly. The moment Abbi noticed her father standing at the door she leapt off the bed and ran to him.
"Daddy!"
"Hello there. And what may I ask, are you lovely people doing in here, tryin to blow the roof off my poor defenseless house or somethin?"
" Noooo daddy we were just trying to cheer up Jerms."
"But I thought you 2 were makin lunch and picking flowies. "He said making fun of his baby girls' speech impairment.
"Well we did pick some flowers, and when we brought them in here he was already up." Melanie lied giving Jeff a look as if to ask him to help her lie. Matt didn't catch the look since her back was turned to him.
"Yes sir, I was just sittin here looking out the window at the trees when these 2 little angels popped up." (literally)"
"Then where are the flowers and your lunch?"
Abbi ran back over to the bed and picked up the basket on the floor next to it.
"Hey, I don't remember you 2 havin a basket wit ya."
"That's because Melanie dropped it on the fwoor when she hopped up trying impress you with her big people talk." Abbi made fun.
"Well what's in it?"
"Let's see, there's buttermilk biscuits, some jam, tea cakes, and a couple of pieces of corn on the cob." Melanie said grabbing the basket and going over it's contents.
"Well now that we know what's in the basket girls, how about we actually give the man his lunch?" Matt said as he grabbed the basket and walked over to the bed to finally and hopefully purge the growing hunger pains he knew the man was probably harvesting.
As he surrendered the basket over to Jeff, their fingers slightly touched sending a shiver through both their bodies. Before Jeff let go of the basket he conscientiously rubbed the tip of his index finger against Matts' knuckle. Causing the man to give him a guarded look. Matt wondered what the little gesture meant, in the back of his mind he was kinda hoping it was more than a "thank you".
"Well since I'm here I might as well check your wounds. So that means that you 2 little busy bees will need to leave for a little while." Matt said finally snapping back to reality.
The words abruptly ending a good game of ring-around-the-rosie, the girls begrudgingly walked out the room sending Jeff wishful looks. Hoping they'd be able to play with him again later.
"Don't worry darlin you can come back to play with me when I'm nice and decent."
Abbi giggled then finally ran out of the room. Jeff got the reaction he was hoping for.
"I would advise you, not to act that way in front of young girls. Their mother would have my head if she knew about what you just said."
"Well I guess that means i've been advised. So was that nice lady that came in here earlier your wife? She is somethin fierce." He asked, giving Matt a seductive smile.
"No that was my nanny Daisy. Nice woman she is but what would make you think she's my wife?"
"Why not? Nigga women not your type?" He asked chuckling.
"We don't use those type of words in this household. If I don't allow my daughters to say them what makes you think I would allow you to?" He asked, taking the boys' blood pressure.
"Sorry I just said it out of habit."
"A habit that immediately needs mending." Matt said giving him a warning look.
"Now lay back I have to check the wound closer."
Jeff started to undo the buttons of his shirt. Obvioulsy one of Matts' since it was a tad bit bigger on him than his usual drag. He slowly slid it off his shoulders and began to lower himself backwards onto the bed in an agonizingly slow motion. His back slightly arched, he finally layed down, allowing his smooth and boyish chest and torso to show shamelessly.
Matt looked at him and his breath caught in his throat, all he could do was pray that god would help him through this checkup.
This chapter was suppose to be alot longer than this lol. But I decided to keep you people in suspense lol. Review so I can know whether or not I'm doing good or if this is the dumbest story you've ever read.