Ages:
Jim - 37
Melinda - 33
Katie - 8
Aaron - 4
"Come on guys, we're going to be late!" Jim called up the stairs, stepping onto the first step to help his voice travel. "Guys, contrary to what your mom believes the game will start without us!"
Melinda leveled a glare his way from where she was standing in the kitchen filling water bottles with water for the game. Thumping could be heard overhead and soon Katie, Hannah, and Aaron assemble in the front hallway. Jim threw his sunglasses on his face as he followed the kids and Melinda out to the jeep.
She was looking extra hot today in a pair of cut-offs and a flowery tank top and strappy sandals.
"Looking good," he whispered in her ear as she loaded the back of the jeep with a cooler and soccer gear, almost intentionally bending down in front of him to give him a good view. He bit his lip, leaning into her as he cupped her ass with both hands and kissed her neck. "Do you know what you do to me?"
"After twelve years? Most definitely," she laughed and closed the trunk. "We don't have time for this, we're gonna miss warm-ups."
Weeknights in the summer could get hectic for them, with both kids enrolled in a sport this year, this was a first for them. Katie was in soccer and her dance classes luckily didn't start up until October, but Aaron with his big blue eyes had convinced his parents to enroll him in little league. Even if they didn't have any games and they just scrimmaged the whole summer, it gave the kids something to do and taught them how to play for when they were older and if they still wanted to play.
They try to make each game a family affair and had gotten lucky where there was only one occasion where they overlapped. They had actually gotten lucky this year and Katie and Hannah played for the same team.
Hannah's parents were, well, not very hands on. There wasn't a day in the summer where Hannah wasn't over spending the night because she got sick of her nanny not paying much attention to her and missed her parents, who were almost always out of town on business.
So they filled the roles as much as they could, giving her love and support at every soccer game along with a second place to call home. Jim smiled as he watched Hannah and Katie run to catch up with their team while Melinda walked beside him, hand tucked in his back pocket, Aaron clung to his back as he gave him a piggyback ride.
"What color is Katie going against again daddy?" Aaron asked as he held on tight to his father's shoulders.
"It looks like they're playing green today bud," he chuckled as they found a nice area to sit in the grass. Melinda set out a blanket and they had the perfect view to watch the girls play. He set Aaron down on his two feet and Aaron found his usual place between his mother's legs only moments later as the game started.
He turned Melinda's head momentarily and kissed her, her hand drawing him in closer. She hummed, smiling as is tongue moved along her bottom lip and she moaned as he pushed through. However, they both turn their attention back to the game when the whistle blew.
Both Jim and Melinda watch as the ball was collected from out of bounds and one of the girls on Katie's team ran at Hannah.
"You missed the goal!" The red-headed girl shrieked. "Are you blind? It was wide open!"
The girl pushed her to the ground and the whistle blew again as the ref approached them. Katie lunged at the girl and tackled her to the ground and Melinda bit back her laughter, pressing her face into Jim's arm.
"Hey! That's my kid yours mangling out there," a mother hissed.
"Maybe your kid should learn that it's just a game," Melinda shook her head as Katie sat down on the bench with a huff alongside the redhead who's shoved, Hannah.
"Well at least my kid doesn't suck," the same mother cackled and Melinda shook it off.
So what if soccer wasn't Katie's strong suit, no girl her age could ever dream of writing a poem like she could, what mattered was her little girl had fun with her best friend and got exercise every day.
Hannah stood up and wiped the grass off her before running back to her team.
"Go, Hannah!" Aaron squealed as Melinda handed him a juice box.
And it most definitely didn't matter to Katie what others thought about her, she had her little brother, Hannah and parents cheering her on and that's all that mattered to her.
Half the game was over soon and Katie and Hannah's team were down by two, Katie and the redhead had been given a second chance and were put back in the game when two other players were too tired to keep playing.
Melinda pulled out her phone to snap a picture of Hannah and Katie giggling while drinking some water.
They watched as the game proceeded on and the redheaded girl from before kicked the ball down the center field toward the other goal, soon she was covered by a player and was stuck.
Katie waved her arms because she was open and could take the shot, but the girl kept going until she couldn't anymore and the soccer ball was kicked from the midfield line and went careening towards Katie's head, who at the last minute held up her arms across her face to a sickening thump. She immediately clutched her right wrist and Jim was up in a flash dashing to her side, Melinda and Aaron quickly getting up behind him.
He could already tell that it didn't look good.
"Someone call 911," Jim called as he looked at his daughter's wrist. "Her wrist is broken. Damn it."
"That what you get, dummy." The blonde stuck out her tongue and rolled her eyes.
"Don't make me give you another bloody nose Rachel," Hannah sneered as she ran over toward Katie.
"Daddy," Katie cried, laying back in the grass. "That's my writing hand."
"It's okay sweetheart. It'll be fine," Jim said, holding her wrist. He knew she wouldn't be able to write for at least six weeks and knew that she's going to not give up until she can write better with her left hand that's just how she was. "Your wrist is going to be okay."
So when the EMTs finally arrive and Bobby hopped out of the back with a stretcher, he was relieved. He could trust leaving Katie with him and that she wouldn't be scared, so they could pack up and leave in their jeep with Aaron and Hannah.
"Hey Katie, I'm Bobby. Do you remember me?" Bobby asked, setting his medical bag down by her. "Jim lift on three. One... two.. three."
"You're my dad's friend," she whispered as they place her on the stretcher.
"That's right. I met him in medical school," Bobby explained. "He used to have the same job I did before he became a big doctor."
"I know. He's told me," she answered, sighing. "Is it broken? That's my writing hand, you know."
"It's a fracture, do you know what that is?" Bobby asked they brought her up into the ambulance. "Jim, grab my bag for me?"
"No," she muttered. "What is it?"
"It's only a partial break of your bone, right here." Bobby pointed to the black and blue swell of her right arm. "It heals much quicker than a complete break, which means you'll be able to write in almost no time."
Jim set the bag by his feet as he checked her pulse and blood pressure. All normal levels.
"You all set?" He asked, hopping up to see her. "Mom and I are gonna drive the car. You good, bug?"
She looked hesitantly at Bobby and then nodded. "I'm okay," she said softly. "Could Hannah come with?"
"I don't see why not," he looked over his shoulder at the blonde who was standing near Melinda and held out his hand, pulling her in. "Is that okay Bob?"
"Of course," Bobby nodded, administering some pain medication to Katie before he began to reset her arm as well as he could before she got to the hospital to make her more comfortable.
The blonde sat next to Katie and held her left hand, smiling at her as Jim closed the doors and the rig drives off.
The Clancy family quickly packed up their stuff and ran to their car in a hurry.
"I can't believe that mother had the audacity to say that accident was Katie's fault," Melinda muttered, scoffing. She shoved the cooler into the back, slamming the trunk closed.
"What?" He asked as he pulled into the hospital and quickly parked in his usual spot.
"Yeah, while you were checking on Katie and examining her wrist that nasty girl's mother was telling me that it was her fault her daughter threw that ball at her. Like what the hell is her damn problem?" She yelled, sitting in her seat with a huff. Aaron giggled from his booster seat as Jim buckled him in and Jim shook his head, but smiled, his mommy usually didn't use those words around him and he thought it was to make him laugh and not worry about Katie. "Excuse my language, but really? What kind of parent does that?"
"No good parent that's for sure," he muttered as he buckled Aaron in his seat and then got into the driver's seat. It was no time for him to get the car started and get on the road. Soon he hopped out at the hospital and unbuckled Aaron, letting him jump into his arms.
He kissed his wife as they walked into the hospital and were directed to the waiting area because Katie was in surgery getting a cast on.
They soon found Hannah sitting with Bobby waiting for them to get there.
"Thanks for not leaving her alone," Jim patted his back and so did Aaron.
"Anytime," Bobby said as he high fived Aaron and rushed out to jump back into his work as the radio buzzed again. "Bye guys. I gotta get going."
Sometimes Jim missed his old job, the wicked hours and grueling cases, but the time he had to spend with his family now was all worth the career change, not to mention the bump in pay was a definite plus now that they had two kids and are talking about a third sometime soon.
He loved his job at the hospital and loved the time he got to spend with his family, and with the talk of being promoted to head of General Surgery, what more could he ask for?
Jim came home from work the next day, exhausted.
They had been at the hospital much too long last night, it seemed that a fractured wrist was not high on anyone's list, to say the least, and it took them forever to get Katie discharged and home in her own bed.
When he walked into the house he could smell something simmering on the stove, but when he walked into the kitchen his wife was missing and set the bouquet of roses on the counter, she'd find him there and he was too tired to search for her right now. What he needed to do was take a nap, but when he walked into the living to lay on the couch he stopped short in his tracks when he saw the scene in front of him. Katie was laid out on the couch with Aaron sat beside her, his bright green toy stethoscope around his neck.
"Do you want juice now sissy?" Aaron asked quietly. He smiled as he watched Aaron press the stethoscope to her chest. "It sounds like you need juice," the boy offered. "And your cup is empty," he giggled.
"I'd really like some pineapple juice," Katie answered as she looked up from her book.
Aaron slid off the couch and ran into the kitchen. He watched as he went into the fridge to get the juice container. He stifled a laugh when Aaron huffed at the weight before watching him go back to the living room to get her Tinkerbell cup that he'd forgotten.
"He's been doing it all day," Jim nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard his wife's voice come from behind him. She was standing at the top of the stairs, a full basket of laundry in her hands. "Ever since he woke up this morning he has been waiting on her hand and foot. I think we might have a doctor in the making," Melinda laughed as she walked up to him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "How was your day?"
"Long," he sighed. "Yours?"
"Good. I took the kids on a little outing to get Katie's medications and we ended up at the park pushing Aaron on the tire swing. Katie just sat under the big spruce tree all alone with her notebook looking sad because she can't write. Hannah went home after her mother came home for a few hours and left again for Paris with to meet up with a friend or something. I bet she'll be over later." Melinda explained as he followed her down to the basement. "I feel for that girl, I really do. Promise me that isn't what I do when I go after a ghost with those two?"
"That isn't what you do," he reassured her and kissed her on the lips. "What you do is out of the kindness of your heart to help spirits find peace, even if it means leaving at some of the worst times possible. What Hannah's mom does is selfish. She just abandons her daughter ninety percent of the time to sip cocktails in Paris with her girlfriends because her husband cheats on her."
"You're too good to me," she kissed him again before pouring laundry into the washer. He kissed her again as he handed her the tide capsule and she started the load before he set her on top. The kiss deepened, his wrapped arm around her neck. "Mmmm… I would so do this if dinner wasn't on the stove," she sighed and jumped down. "But tonight, definitely tonight."
"If I don't fall asleep first," he yawned and then followed her toward the stairs sleepily.
"Go sleep now then," she pushed him toward them as she peeked into the living room before going back to the kitchen. "Dinner will be done within the hour. Go get a nice nap in."
He saluted her and took the stairs two at a time before throwing himself into bed.
That night after his perfect nap and a delicious dinner Jim wished he could have claimed as his own, he got to see Doctor Aaron in full effect.
When it came time for Katie to take some pain medication, Aaron dutifully followed Melinda into the kitchen and returned with a small cup of water while Mel carried the medication. Both of them sat on the couch beside Katie and after Mel handed her the pill, Aaron handed her the cup.
"Here sissy, that'll make you feel all better," Aaron whispered, giving her the yellow plastic cup. "That's what mommy and daddy say will happen."
Katie swallowed both the water and the medication and opened her book again before Aaron poked her shoulder, getting her to put down her book again for a moment.
"Do you feel better now?" Aaron asked.
"Bud, give her a breather." Jim chuckled, pulling him to his laugh. Katie laughed at his antics and smiled at him.
"Sort of," Katie smiled him.
"Good! Mommy said when you feel better you can play with me, now come on!" Aaron giggled as he jumped off their father's lap.
Jim caught him mid-jump however and pulled him back to his lap. "Not so fast Mr. Doctor man, Katie still needs to take it easy. Why don't you go get her some ice cream with Mommy's help?" Jim said and kissed his cheek.
"Can I have some too?" Aaron squished his father's cheeks. "I did help him all day..."
"Well, I guess we have to pay you somehow," he made a show of rolling his eyes before he passed Aaron to Melinda to go get the ice cream. He moved sat down beside Katie. "How are you feeling bug?"
"My arm hurts," she sighed as she leaned into his side. "The doctor said no writing for at least a month. How can I last a whole month daddy?"
Jim leaned over and placed a kiss on her head. "It will for hurt awhile after too, but it will get better just look at all the help you'll be getting from your brother." He reassured her with a smile, not seeing any happiness grow in her faith, however. "And you'll be able to write again before you know it."
Before Katie or Jim can say anymore, Aaron came marching back into the room carrying Katie's ice cream, that was topped with five cherries and lots of sprinkles.
"Cherries always make me feel better," he giggled as he walked over to the couch. "So I gave you five! Cause I'm almost five!"
The four of them giggled as Melinda gave Jim his own and Aaron before sitting on Jim's lap and taking a bite of hers, just as the door opens and Hannah came in, knocking lightly.
"Can I spend the night? My nanny won't get off the phone again," Hannah sighed, setting a backed backpack on the floor.
"Want some ice cream?" Melinda offered as the girl dropped her bag and ran over to sit with her and Katie. Hugging them both. "We just sat down, Han. Glad you came over."
"Yes please!" Hannah smiles as Aaron gave his to her.
"You can have mine," the little boy smiled at her brightly, "Mommy can make me another."
"Come on baby, let's go make you another ice cream." Melinda stood up and took his hand, bringing them into the kitchen happily.
After tucking the girls into bed and reading Doctor Aaron two bedtime stories and tucking him in with his stethoscope on the pillow next to him, Melinda and Jim pad into their bedroom.
"I still can't believe that Laurel left Hannah like that, again." Melinda sighed as she wiggled out of her jeans as she approached her closet. "I could never leave you, Katie and Aaron, for three weeks to go to Paris. For God's sake, I couldn't even leave Hannah either, that girl would have no one if it weren't for us. Her mother or father have never been to a soccer game or dance recital like ever."
"I know, I hate it." He sighed and pulled off his shirt, throwing it in the laundry basket as he watched Melinda throw her shirt over her closet door, her ass bouncing as she does so. He leaped over the bed and falls to his knee before her, his fingers nudging her panties to the side as his pointer finger slip into her depths, her warmth and wetness surprising him. "Someone's missed me," he kissed her thigh as she braced herself and gasped. "God, I've missed your gasps more than I ever thought was possible, but I was going to say something earlier but decided to wait to talk with you about it first."
"Jim," she gasped as he slipped his finger out and grabbed her, placing her on the bed. "What?"
He slide her panties off and kissed her as he loomed above her, kissing his way down, lingering over her bra, feeling her nipples harden underneath the fabric. "I was promoted today," he pressed his mouth to her heated center and she moans, fisting his hair.
"That's amazing," she gasped as he braced her feet on the bed and his tongue lathered up her entrance for his eventual arrival there. "I'm so-" She bit back a scream as he slipped two fingers into her, slowly bringing her to the brink of pleasure. "Proud. Beyond proud." She hissed his name in pleasure as he kept over her mountain, flicking his tongue against her.
"Two minutes," he licked his lips as he still pumped his finger inside of her.
"What?" She gasped as her thighs shook beneath him.
"It took me two minutes to unravel you and make you cum," he laughed, kissing her deeply. "That's gotta be a new record."
"Well it's my turn to reward you for your promotion Doctor Clancy," she pushed him onto his back a moment later, hooking her leg around his and kissing him passionately. "I'm so proud of you honey."
"Thank you," he smiled as she unclasped her bra, throwing it to the floor as she moved to his belt, pulling it loose and throwing it to the same fate. "Now come here, I need to taste..."
He brought her closer and took her hardened nipple into his mouth, running his teeth and tongue along it's brilliant tip to insure maximum pleasure, she grasped his shoulders and moaned softly.
"I love you," she sighed, reaching under to release his erection from his jeans.
He knew earlier after he changed from his scrubs that he'd be getting some real soon and decided against boxers. Usually, that wasn't his thing, it caused too much discomfort when his erection pressed against the zipper, causing a bad friction, but today was just a different kind of day.
"I love you," he said as he slowly rolled her beneath him, lathering her other breast with his tongue before kissing her.
Neither could last any longer being apart from each other and after shedding his useless jeans they became one.
They were lost in passion as Jim thrusts into his wife effortlessly, kissing her deeply as they made love to each other. Melinda met his thrusts equally, their hips matching each other's speed and depth.
He brought her up into his arms and the world seemed to dissolve and disappear. It was like they are built for each other.
"I'm almost there," she gasped as he thrusted inside of her, pushing deeper, making her expand against him. "Almost... there. Oh! Jim... god give it to me Jim."
"Mel," he moaned, kissing her neck as he sped up, lying her on her back as she scratched his back. "Oh, Mel. You're so warm." He brought her breast to his mouth and suckled softly as they melted into each other arms, yelling into the night as they plummet into the depths of their love.
Melinda and Jim laid in each other's arms, panting and sweaty as the recover from their highs.
"We should go to the cabin soon," he whispered against her forehead. "I have tomorrow off and can use my saved up vacation time. We could even take Hannah. It would help keep Katie in a good mood."
"She won't be able to swim, and she's our little mermaid." She sighed. "I feel for her"
"Yes, she will. I'll just need to put a bag over her cast. We'll pick some up from the hospital on our way out." He informed her.
"Then sure, that sounds like a good idea." She smiled up at him. "Plus we always succeed at making babies out there."
"Really?" He looked down at her, smiling. "I thought you wanted to wait until the renovation ended."
"I don't care anymore. I want to start trying again," she kissed his plump lips.
"Well, why not try one more time tonight?" He laughed, pressing her back more firmly into the bed as he loomed above her.
And with that, the familiar squeak of their mattress fills the halls, lulling any kids finally to sleep at the thought of their parents happy together. Even if they didn't know exactly why.