Jordi awoke, momentarily confused. His bed felt rough, his sheets were pulled uncharacteristically over his head and something damp was tickling his foot.
Jordi sat up, blinking in the brightly lit room. That explained the sheets. The damp tickling was likely the cat that jumped off the sofa Jordi was sleeping on to take up a spot on a deep, comfy looking arm chair set under the picture window.
Jordi stood up and stretched, looking around. The room wasn't a room so much as a loft. Jordi leaned over the railing and could see a living area with a bright red sofa that could be a twin of the grey one he'd been sleeping on. A large screen tv was hanging on the wall and from his perch Jordi could see what was probably a dining room table.
Dr McAndrew's house. It wasn't exactly what Jordi expected. He wasn't sure what he expected, What the home of a single male pediatric surgeon in Los Angeles would be like, but it wasn't this. It also wasn't like any place he'd ever lived. With his mother it was motel rooms. His grandmother's house was small, cluttered. He'd never been in a home that was so big and light. And, Jordi stepped out until the small balcony, none of them had such an amazing view.
Jordi sighed. A part of him could stand out there forever. But the rest of him was hungry. Jordi padded downstairs to find it empty.
"Hello, Dr McAndrew?"
Jordi stepped into the kitchen, expecting to find a note on the counter or the refrigerator. It would make sense that the doctor would have to go to work, he'd been gone for almost a week. But Jordi found nothing. Perhaps he'd left a message on Jordi's phone. He have to dig it out of his book bag, and probably charge it. But first, he wanted something to drink. Jordi hunted around the cabinets until he found some glasses. Jordi pondered his options before grabbing a cartoon of orange juice.
"Hey Jordi." The voice made him jump and the cartoon slipped out of his hand.
"Crap." Jordi picked up the cartoon, grimacing at the puddle of juice he'd just created on the floor.
Dr Grace smiled softly. "Sorry about scaring you."
Jordi took the towel she held out and mopped up the spilled juice. "I thought I was alone."
"Downside to being pregnant, I have to pee constantly."
"Guess you won't miss that."
"Nope." Dr Grace laughed. "Just toss that in the sink."
"Where is Dr McAndrew? Did he have to work?"
"No. He's out running." Dr Grace poured Jordi a fresh glass of juice and set it on the small breakfast bar before pulling out eggs and several bowls of chopped tomatoes and such.
"I didn't know he runs."
"He didn't used to. But Kenji's got his eye on this hot new paramedic, Matthew something. Matthew is a huge runner. Loves to do those charity fun run 10Ks and such. Kenji decided he was going to do some local run that Matthew said he was doing and he talked a bunch of the doctors and nurses into doing it too.
"Adam will tell you that he's just doing it to play wingman for a friend and cause it's a cancer thing, but I think he's actually enjoying it. Getting out in the fresh air, some alone time. Sort of Zen. Plus the run is at Disneyland and every runner gets two free tickets to the park for the day. Something tells me that I'll going to be busy so I guess you'll have to be his cheering squad."
"At Disneyland?" Jordi smirked. "I hope I"m up to it."
"Up to what?" Dr McAndrew asked as he walked in.
"Disneyland."
"Something tells me you can handle it." Dr McAndrew laughed. "I'm going to grab a shower before my manly sweaty musk makes everyone lose their appetite."
"So Jordi" Dr Grace smiled. "Ever had a frittata."
"What's that?"
"Eggs, baked with all kinds of yummy stuff like tomatoes and olives, spinach."
"Bacon?"
"I prefer the bacon on the side."
"Me too."
"Come help me?"
"Sure"