~Love~ Has ~ A ~ Funny ~ Way ~ Of ~ Doing ~ Things~
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the ER characters, only the people I make up.
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Chapter 1
I guess where it all began, was at the coffee shop that day, where he asked me, no wait forced me to be his sponsor. It's not that I minded being his sponsor, I think it was that I cared too much, about him and what happens to him, to be a good level headed sponsor. I mixed up my duties with my feeling and the same went for him. We grew close, like best friends, I trusted him more then the boyfriend I had at the time, maybe that was the problem I couldn't trust boyfriends. The day we started to date I guess was the day when everything before, had ended and we started a new journey, one of love, false truths, hate, lies, secrets, and pain. Everything was okay at first until, my brother showed up. By no means was any of this his fault, the thing was Carter wanted to be superman, he wanted to be the one who saves the day. I was the damsel in distress and he was the hero who picked all the pieces up and put them back together again. That was working okay for us until it came time for our roles to be reversed. I wasn't strong enough to be the hero and he wasn't weak enough to be the damsel, so we slowly disinigrated. We had a few conversations here and there, and then eventually he was in Africa being the superhero for others like he had once been for me. When he came back I was furious with him, and I believe to this day it was that anger that drove him back to Africa and me with a letter explaining in not so many words that it would not have worked between us. Not that I didn't see this coming, I kept telling him to run, so I had to have known eventually he would run. The worst part came when I found I was pregnant. I mean it was good, but at the time it was bad. I was trying to prove I could be my own superhero, I could save myself, and now I had to be a hero to someone else too. I couldn't have an abortion and I couldn't give it up for adoption, but I could keep the baby. Give it the life it needs. So I decided to do exactly that. Not in Chicago though, not with all those memories, and not with him there, so I took myself, to Minneapolis, to live with my mother and Eric and it was there that I found out I would not only be having one baby, but three, triplets.
Now Five years later, I am sitting in my living room with three beautiful children, and a Christmas movie, wondering if I made the right choice for myself and them. 2 boys and a girl. The oldest being my baby girl, Jordan, the strong, independent, sarcastic one of the three. She has brown hair just like her father and I, and his deep brown eyes. She is tiny like me though and has a laugh that when you hear it, you immediately smile. The next was my rug rat, that is what I call my middle child, my funny man, Jared. He can make anyone laugh and he is always wearing a big bright smile. He has brown hair, with dark, dark brown eyes and a soft face, he has very attractive features. People look at him and tell me that he will have girls all over him when he is older. I believe it. He was born with his fathers charm. The last is my other son, the sensitive one of the three, very caring and loving towards everyone he meets. Dustin. He has short blonde hair and the only one with gorgeous green eyes. I look at Dustin sometimes and wonder where he came from. They are very sweet kids. I worry about them sometimes, especially when they ask about there father. I always wonder if I did the right thing taking them away from Chicago and John. The sad thing is John doesn't even know he has kids. I know he would love them that is just the type of man he is. Maggie and Eric think I should tell him. Eric says maybe our lives would have been different if our father was around. Maybe he's right. I hear a small yawn and I look down on my lap to see Jordan falling asleep. I nudge her gently. "Jordy, you want to go to bed now." Jordan sleepily rubs her eyes before shaking her head no. I nod at her and smile. I look over at Jared whose sprawled out over the big chair, and then at Dustin who is lying across the floor.
I wish their father could see them now. He would be proud of them and the way they are turning out. But it was my choice for him to be kept away from them. I often wonder if I kept them away from John because I was afraid for them or afraid of him rejecting me. They usually ask me if he loves them. I never know what to say Some nights I lay in bed thinking I should tell him. Then it occurs to me I don't even know where he is. He could still be working at county or maybe not. I know Jordan wants to meet her daddy. She tells me often about how she would be his little girl and together they would go to the park, or out for lunch. I miss John more then he would ever know. I wish it could work out, but I have a new job out here. I decided to go to med school, and I would be matching as a resident in a few weeks. I have dated a little bit since moving out here but not a lot. Suddenly the credits roll and the movie is over, its time to whip back into mom mode and get these kids to bed. I look down to see Jordan already sleeping so I scoop her up in my arms and take her to her bedroom, which is clad in pink and dolls. I gently lay her in bed, and close the door on my way out making my way down the stairs, to take the two boys up to bed. Jared is dozing off in the chair while Dustin has disappeared. I pick Jared up and take him to the room he and Dustin share. I make my way by all the dinosaurs and cars laying recklessly on the floor and plop Jared into bed. 'night mom.' the tiny voice said as I pulled his covers up around him. I cover the little boy in blankets, kiss him on the forehead and go in search of my other son.
I take the stairs that lead to the kitchen and see, Dustin sitting on the counter with his hand in the cereal box and a glass of milk beside him. "Dustin, what are you doing." I say smiling at him.
"I got hungry." Dustin said between handfuls. I jump up on the counter next to him and dig my hand into the box of cereal. "Mommy, can I make a Christmas present for our daddy. I'm sure he would like it." Dustin asked Carelessly.
"Why don't you make one for Uncle Eric. Maybe you could make something for your dad another time." I offer. Dustin smiled and nodded in approval. "Do we have a dad?" I looked a Dustin.
"Dustin I told you, you have a daddy and his name is..."
"I know, I know John carter, the same last name as me and the same middle name as me." I smiled, I knew I had to name at least one of the boys after Carter, I knew that was the least I could do, So I opted to give them all middle names that meant something to Carter, Jared was, Jared Eric Robert, Jordan was Jordan Millicent Megan, and Dustin was Dustin John. That way at least they had a taste of where they came from.
"Mommy, where is Daddy then?" Dustin asked, usually they started to ask questions when they would go to their friends houses and see them with their dads. The kids would want to know why their father wasn't waiting at home for them. Dustin and Jared had been to their friend Mike's today and Michael's family was very family oriented. The kids would often here Maggie telling stories about our Christmases when our father was with us, and that would get the kids going about there dad. "Chicago." Dustin sighed and then continued with his questions.
"What's his job?"
"Doctor, Baby."
"Like you?"
"yes, like me."
Dustin yawned, so I grabbed the cereal box from him and put it in the cupboard.
"Hey Dustin, lets get you to bed okay?"
Dustin yawned then slowly made his way up stairs to go to bed.
I followed to tuck him in, and on the way up watching my little six year old stagger up the stairs I decided I would do it, I would call and get county's number, I couldn't remember it for the life of me, and I would call or at least try.
I closed the door to Dustin's room after he was asleep and grabbed the phone off the kitchen counter and started dialling the operator. I decided to not try for the Carter family house because god knows what was up with that. After getting the number I scribbled it down on a piece of paper and decided since tomorrow was Saturday I had all day to procrastinate and eventually call.
John Carters
Phone Number-
1-515- 555- 6874
I got up from the table and decided to go up to bed.
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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the ER characters, only the people I make up.
Please read and review! Thanks!
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Chapter 1
I guess where it all began, was at the coffee shop that day, where he asked me, no wait forced me to be his sponsor. It's not that I minded being his sponsor, I think it was that I cared too much, about him and what happens to him, to be a good level headed sponsor. I mixed up my duties with my feeling and the same went for him. We grew close, like best friends, I trusted him more then the boyfriend I had at the time, maybe that was the problem I couldn't trust boyfriends. The day we started to date I guess was the day when everything before, had ended and we started a new journey, one of love, false truths, hate, lies, secrets, and pain. Everything was okay at first until, my brother showed up. By no means was any of this his fault, the thing was Carter wanted to be superman, he wanted to be the one who saves the day. I was the damsel in distress and he was the hero who picked all the pieces up and put them back together again. That was working okay for us until it came time for our roles to be reversed. I wasn't strong enough to be the hero and he wasn't weak enough to be the damsel, so we slowly disinigrated. We had a few conversations here and there, and then eventually he was in Africa being the superhero for others like he had once been for me. When he came back I was furious with him, and I believe to this day it was that anger that drove him back to Africa and me with a letter explaining in not so many words that it would not have worked between us. Not that I didn't see this coming, I kept telling him to run, so I had to have known eventually he would run. The worst part came when I found I was pregnant. I mean it was good, but at the time it was bad. I was trying to prove I could be my own superhero, I could save myself, and now I had to be a hero to someone else too. I couldn't have an abortion and I couldn't give it up for adoption, but I could keep the baby. Give it the life it needs. So I decided to do exactly that. Not in Chicago though, not with all those memories, and not with him there, so I took myself, to Minneapolis, to live with my mother and Eric and it was there that I found out I would not only be having one baby, but three, triplets.
Now Five years later, I am sitting in my living room with three beautiful children, and a Christmas movie, wondering if I made the right choice for myself and them. 2 boys and a girl. The oldest being my baby girl, Jordan, the strong, independent, sarcastic one of the three. She has brown hair just like her father and I, and his deep brown eyes. She is tiny like me though and has a laugh that when you hear it, you immediately smile. The next was my rug rat, that is what I call my middle child, my funny man, Jared. He can make anyone laugh and he is always wearing a big bright smile. He has brown hair, with dark, dark brown eyes and a soft face, he has very attractive features. People look at him and tell me that he will have girls all over him when he is older. I believe it. He was born with his fathers charm. The last is my other son, the sensitive one of the three, very caring and loving towards everyone he meets. Dustin. He has short blonde hair and the only one with gorgeous green eyes. I look at Dustin sometimes and wonder where he came from. They are very sweet kids. I worry about them sometimes, especially when they ask about there father. I always wonder if I did the right thing taking them away from Chicago and John. The sad thing is John doesn't even know he has kids. I know he would love them that is just the type of man he is. Maggie and Eric think I should tell him. Eric says maybe our lives would have been different if our father was around. Maybe he's right. I hear a small yawn and I look down on my lap to see Jordan falling asleep. I nudge her gently. "Jordy, you want to go to bed now." Jordan sleepily rubs her eyes before shaking her head no. I nod at her and smile. I look over at Jared whose sprawled out over the big chair, and then at Dustin who is lying across the floor.
I wish their father could see them now. He would be proud of them and the way they are turning out. But it was my choice for him to be kept away from them. I often wonder if I kept them away from John because I was afraid for them or afraid of him rejecting me. They usually ask me if he loves them. I never know what to say Some nights I lay in bed thinking I should tell him. Then it occurs to me I don't even know where he is. He could still be working at county or maybe not. I know Jordan wants to meet her daddy. She tells me often about how she would be his little girl and together they would go to the park, or out for lunch. I miss John more then he would ever know. I wish it could work out, but I have a new job out here. I decided to go to med school, and I would be matching as a resident in a few weeks. I have dated a little bit since moving out here but not a lot. Suddenly the credits roll and the movie is over, its time to whip back into mom mode and get these kids to bed. I look down to see Jordan already sleeping so I scoop her up in my arms and take her to her bedroom, which is clad in pink and dolls. I gently lay her in bed, and close the door on my way out making my way down the stairs, to take the two boys up to bed. Jared is dozing off in the chair while Dustin has disappeared. I pick Jared up and take him to the room he and Dustin share. I make my way by all the dinosaurs and cars laying recklessly on the floor and plop Jared into bed. 'night mom.' the tiny voice said as I pulled his covers up around him. I cover the little boy in blankets, kiss him on the forehead and go in search of my other son.
I take the stairs that lead to the kitchen and see, Dustin sitting on the counter with his hand in the cereal box and a glass of milk beside him. "Dustin, what are you doing." I say smiling at him.
"I got hungry." Dustin said between handfuls. I jump up on the counter next to him and dig my hand into the box of cereal. "Mommy, can I make a Christmas present for our daddy. I'm sure he would like it." Dustin asked Carelessly.
"Why don't you make one for Uncle Eric. Maybe you could make something for your dad another time." I offer. Dustin smiled and nodded in approval. "Do we have a dad?" I looked a Dustin.
"Dustin I told you, you have a daddy and his name is..."
"I know, I know John carter, the same last name as me and the same middle name as me." I smiled, I knew I had to name at least one of the boys after Carter, I knew that was the least I could do, So I opted to give them all middle names that meant something to Carter, Jared was, Jared Eric Robert, Jordan was Jordan Millicent Megan, and Dustin was Dustin John. That way at least they had a taste of where they came from.
"Mommy, where is Daddy then?" Dustin asked, usually they started to ask questions when they would go to their friends houses and see them with their dads. The kids would want to know why their father wasn't waiting at home for them. Dustin and Jared had been to their friend Mike's today and Michael's family was very family oriented. The kids would often here Maggie telling stories about our Christmases when our father was with us, and that would get the kids going about there dad. "Chicago." Dustin sighed and then continued with his questions.
"What's his job?"
"Doctor, Baby."
"Like you?"
"yes, like me."
Dustin yawned, so I grabbed the cereal box from him and put it in the cupboard.
"Hey Dustin, lets get you to bed okay?"
Dustin yawned then slowly made his way up stairs to go to bed.
I followed to tuck him in, and on the way up watching my little six year old stagger up the stairs I decided I would do it, I would call and get county's number, I couldn't remember it for the life of me, and I would call or at least try.
I closed the door to Dustin's room after he was asleep and grabbed the phone off the kitchen counter and started dialling the operator. I decided to not try for the Carter family house because god knows what was up with that. After getting the number I scribbled it down on a piece of paper and decided since tomorrow was Saturday I had all day to procrastinate and eventually call.
John Carters
Phone Number-
1-515- 555- 6874
I got up from the table and decided to go up to bed.
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