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Authors Note- A few things... I haven't gotten the reviews for the last two chapters, cause something is down with fanfiction.net, and I can't get to them. But I would like to thank everyone who reviewed. Thanks so much. It could be a bunch of insults telling me never to write again, and to throw my computer out the window casue the writing world is safer without me in it. But none the less, I decided to continue with this fic. My other authors Note at the bottom. Oh if you want to review, so I can actually get it lol, you can emial me at zippybebirdhotmail.com, please still review though, I will eventually get them. When I do, I will respond to them.

7 years Later

"So?" I look up from my stack of charts, and by stack I mean forty charts that I have yet to finish. I give Susan a quizzical look and she promptly rolls her eyes in response only to take a seat next to me, to further clarify her ramblings. "You are honestly telling me you have no clue what I am talking about?"

"Yes Susan, I am 'honestly telling you I have no clue what you are talking about.'" I mimic. She looks at me for a moment, takes a sip of her coffee , still watching me intently, leaving me wondering she is ever going to expand on her, one worded, question.

"Donnie."

"What about him?" She stares at me again. I roll my eyes, picking up another chart. "Why don't you try to be more vague."

"Okay, well, I thought you would know what I was getting at, but obviously I was DEAD wrong."

"Obviously." Interrupt.

"Are you two going to tie the knot?" I laugh, a deep throaty laugh, then turn back to my unfinished charts. This is a touchy subject, one I'd rather not discuss right now. Its neither the time or the place, and I'm not in the mood, nor the type of person to be discussing this with. She stares at me again. God, I wish she would stop doing that.

"Look Susan, I don't know." She leans back in her chair trying to read my facial expression. I hold her gaze for a moment, before turning back to my unfinished work. Yeah, I'd rather do these charts then talk about this subject. Susan watches me doing my work, I get the feeling she is waiting for me to give her an answer to her question. Sorry, baby, but that is something I do not have. We are complicated, not as complicated as other relationships I've been in, such as him...

"Well, I am going back to work. But we are not finished this." She says with her signature smirk. I laugh lightly, as she walks out of the swinging door. Who would of thought being a resident was this much work. I have to get home, I have a family life to tend too. I look around the dark lounge, cluttered with books and jackets. We just got a slew, well, three, new residence, all of whom, need lockers. We don't have them yet so they dump their stuff around the lounge. I check my watch for the billionth time today, and for once it tells me what I want to know. I am off. Usually I would stick around to finish up work, but today I have places to be. I grab my purse off the table, and throw my jacket around my shoulders.

"Where are you going?" The shrill voice behind me causes me to wince. So close, so damn close. Three inches away from being free of this hell hole, yet she caught me.

"I'm off." I turn around to see the short red head hobbling over towards me. Its a bitch trying to get out of this place these days. It was even worse before the new residence came. We are so desperate for staff, staff that we can't afford, so they make the little staff they do have work over time.

She nods at me, signalling her okay for me to leave. I don't really care if it is okay with her that I leave. I'm off, I'm going to leave. I quickly turn away and walk towards the L. Donnie took the car today. Usually, whoever isn't working gets the car. It is easier that way, a lot easier. I never thought I would fall in love again, since him... I don't think about him much anymore, I talk about him even less. No one has heard from him since the day he left a little over seven years ago. Its funny, one minute we thought nothing could tear us apart. The next the world is our enemy. Donnie knows bits and pieces about our past, whatever I feel like telling her knows. He asks when I am in one of my moods, my self deprecating moods. Where he knows he can get things out of me. But ever since Donnie, I have been happy. We have had our moments, but for the most part, its been great.

I walk into the train, grabbing an empty seat. We don't work at the same time, we arrange our shifts so they are opposite one another. Not that I don't love working with him. Well I don't really. Sometimes things at work can get a little personal. I have never been one for drawing a line in between my personal and professional life. One way or the other they end up intertwining causing a ruckus. That's why I was so hesitant to date Donnie. I didn't need it anymore. First Luka, then Carter, then John. I cringe just at the memory of him. He was a nice guy, but I feared for the moment that he would just crazy on me. That's enough to send any half way sane person over the edge. The train doors open, allowing me to get off . The walk to our apartment isn't far from the L stop. Donnie wants to get a bigger place, its probably not a bad idea. I walk up the steps to our two bedroom apartment.

The elevator is empty which is a relief. There is a man a few doors over from us who gives me the willies. I am not sure what his story is, and if I knew, I probably wouldn't sleep at night. For now I just do my best to avoid him, and not get into situations where I have to be alone with him. I get off the elevator, heading straight for my apartment. The door is agreeing with me today and opens the minute I turn the handle.

"Mommy." The smiling brown haired boy bounds up to me. His hair still gelled, spiking up. The gel is so strong it can take an eye out. We had a near hit accident this morning, one, I'm sure Donnie has tried his best all day to forget. I lift him up in my arms, he is starting to get to big for this.

"How was your day, baby?" He smiles, his big toothless smile.

"Good. Daddy picked me up from school. We went skating." I look at Donnie, he walks towards me, avoiding the toys that clutter the floor.

"Hey." He quickly plants a kiss on my lips.

"Hi." I smile, my son looks at me, a grin spread across his face. "What are you smiling at?" I say tickling him. Screeches of laughter escape his tiny body. His arms grip tighter around my neck. I kiss him on his cheek. "How was skating?" I don't direct this question at anyone in particular.

"Good. We learnt how to skate today, didn't we?" I look down at the little boy in my arms. He is sidetracked by my hair, looping it around his fingers then tossing it around.

"Tayte." He looks at me, "did you learn how to skate?"

"Sort of. Daddy says I am better. I am good already." He climbs out of my arms, running towards his bedroom.

"Get ready for bed. We'll go skating again next week." Tayte stops at the doorway and sticks out his tongue. He's a classy kid, that Tayte. Donnie sticks his tongue out back at Tayte.

"How was work?" Donnie wraps his arm around my waist, leading me to the couch. I flop down, his arm stretched out over the couch. I immediately curl up against his body. My head resting on his chest, while his fingers trace patterns along my arm. I sigh, looking up to make eye contact.

"Long, tiring, redundant."

"Life of a resident." He smiles. I nod in agreement, lucky bastard, he's finished his residency. He's now an attending, not that he is good at helping me with whatever I may need help with. "When do you work next?"

"Two days." I says wrapping my arms around his waist, planting little kisses on his neck, trailing down to his clothed chest.

"Well, I work tomorrow." He responds, as I slowly unbutton his top, he watches as I kiss my way down to his navel. "I'd love to do this." He breathes, as I reach into his sweat pants, grabbing his semi hard erection.

"What?" I look at him, he has a small smile playing on his lips.

"I have a presentation I have to write." He pulls me hand out of his pants, intertwining our fingers. "I couldn't do it earlier, cause I had Tayte here."

"I didn't know you had to do a presentation." I sigh sitting up. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me into a standing hug.

"Neither did I. Weaver called me at three today, she was suppose to do it, but..."

"She didn't want to." I finish. Damn that women, always out to wreck my fun.

"Yeah, well, she didn't use those words exactly." He laughs, "its some board or something like that. I am trying to convince a group of boorish old men, why they should donate money to the ER."

"Oh, I heard about that. She was pimping it at us today. Telling us to come, show our support for the department. We are in desperate need of the money." He leads me into the bedroom, I flop down on the bed. Trying my best to avoid the books he has laid out over our bed.

"Its some foundation. I'm not sure about all the details. But I would really appreciate if you came to root me on." He says kissing my cheekbone, then down my neck. What, I thought we couldn't do this? I run my fingers through his hair.

"MOMMY!" I look over at the door, where Tayte stands. A shirt stuck on his head, his arms sprawled out in the air. A terrified look on the parts of his face that are visible. I stifle a laugh as I go and free my son of the shirt monster.

"Tayte, what did you do?" Donnie laughs, Tayte responds by screeching at the top of his lungs.

"Cut it out, Taters. I'm going to free you." I say bringing the top over his head, I throw it at Donnie. Who is still laughing at his son. Tayte runs for the bathroom, I follow, preparing to help him get ready for bed.

"My birfdays in a few days." He tells me, wiping his toothpaste foam away from his mouth.

"Yeah, you're going for March 1st this year?" He nods yes, chewing on his toothbrush. "Tayte don't do that." I take the toothbrush away from him, he throws water over his face. Tayte had the weird luck of being born on February 29th, a leap year. Each year he rotates when to celebrate his birthday.

"Baby," I look at the door, Donnie is leaning against the frame.

"Yeah?"

"Susan called. She says you HAVE to go for coffee with her tomorrow morning. Meet her at Ike's at nine. Which is a half an hour before my presentation." He sighs, still not content with having to do this. It could turn out okay, probably not, but its always a possibility.

"All right." I cringe, I know exactly what she wants to talk about. Me, Donnie, wedding rings. I don't think she gets it, Donnie doesn't want to get married. He was in a loveless marriage before. I know, how ironic. We're like two peas in a pod. I am not sure I am ready for marriage either. Although, both of us coming from loveless relationships leave us with experience in the marriage department. But it only adds, unwanted, strain to our relationship if we talk about it.

"Okay Tayte, time for bed." I say picking him up and tossing him over my shoulder. He hangs onto me for dear life.

"Mommy, will you read me a story?"

"Of course baby."

"Good... Daddy doesn't read them as good as you. Even I can read better then Daddy, and I'm in grade one." I open the door to his bedroom, setting him down on the bed. He lies down, watching as I rifle through his bookshelf to find something to read to him.

"I am the best reader in my class, you know that?"

"And the best gloater." I say, standing up handing him a book. He smiles at me, he may be smart, but he knows it.

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Authors Note-x2- I know, I know. You're all thinking, didn't she say this was going to be a childless story??? But I could not resist. Heh, look for an update tomorrow. Also, the story should pick up a bit in the next chapter. This was just sorta giving out the background... A little introduction if you will.