After a short silence, it seemed like enough time passed for Midorima to gather his scrambled thoughts; he was currently working at home (or supposed to be if he wasn't on the phone to Akashi) in terms of getting around to referrals. Being a doctor really was a 24/7 job. Too bad you weren't paid for the hours it cut into your free time.
A light sight escaped Midorima's lips as he settled for not discussing the topic of 'Kuroko Tetsuya', "How would you like to meet up next week? I will try to get as much work done by next Saturday." He didn't want to say Sunday in case he would need to pull some all-nighters should he not be able to complete work by the Saturday.
The tall male hitched his glasses up the bridge of his nose and waited patiently for Akashi's short response, but by no means did that make it less of an impact, "I can't." He stated in a 'matter-of-fact' tone of voice, "I am making plans to foster a child for the day."
Akashi? Fostering a child? Of course to the now qualified doctor, the first thing Midorima thought of was fertility… And somehow he doubted that would be a problem with someone as perfect as Akashi, "I don't understand why."
The redhead – who by this point had reached the parking lot he'd been returning too – actually rolled his eyes and plucked his keys from the back pocket of his pants, "Shintarou, do you think I am prepared to have a child at this moment of time?" He left no room for an answer, because everyone knew the answer to that; no, "It's time I settled down as they say. So it would be a good idea to foster before rushing into anything."
To Midorima, it sounded as if Akashi was treating life as he did the first quarter of a basketball match…
"I see." Was his response to the confession, as if really it should have been expected. Akashi was settling into the leather seats of his car with the uncomfortable squeaks of material against leather filling the silence between the two, followed by the gentle closure of the car door. Midorima went on and Akashi sat quietly, "Will you and Hana both be spending the day with the child?" He tried hard not to direct this child-to-be as unfortunate… Although with Hana, it would probably go smoothly. Midorima had met her once before and she seemed sweet enough then.
"We have not discussed it. After all, it is me that needs experience."
Midorima swivelled around in his chair to face away from the computer screen that was loading up new patient documents so he could focus on the idea that formed in his mind, "Kise has been bombarding everyone with basketball dates," The first mention of that idiot blonde caused Akashi to shut his eyes in disbelief and rub his left temple, "You could take the child with you and Kise to see a match. Or play some street ball?" Midorima was compassionate enough to let that sink in before continuing, "Then, if you find the situation difficult, Kise can entertain the child you decide to foster."
The redhead slowly opened his eyes and let the world slowly come back into focus from a small blur. The suggestion was not bad. Akashi just doubted he could spend a day with Kise…
While it was true he'd grown up, his bad habits of acting immature had not completely left him, "I shall think about it. Thank you, Shintarou."
Because the idea was not immediately shot down, the shooting guard smiled to himself and wished Akashi a good day, only asking that he be kept updated about the situation. Thankfully, this was agreed upon before the two hung up and the redhead explained that arrangements would wait until tomorrow since he also had work to be done. And although Midorima wanted to remind the other to spend time with Hana he knew it would be futile because Akashi would always put work ahead of relationships. Placing his phone down against the desk he'd turned back to face, Midorima opened up his browser and decided it would be best to email Kise; it would reduce the shock and excitement Akashi would have to deal with should he decide to follow through with the plan.