The bleached blond nurse turned to her red-headed
co-worker. "Did you see who that was?"
"Mmm hmm, Dr. Waszinski. She looked terrible too. Something
must have brought her down a peg."
The blonde added, "Could be."
The were both interrupted. "Did you say that was Dr. Waszinski?
Dr. Bobbi Waszinski?"
The red head and blonde glanced at each other and rolled their eyes.
"Mmm hmm," the red-head answered. "Did you finish filling out that
Used to it, the brunette ignored the animosity she could feel teeming off the women, she
held out her hand. "Janine Williams."
The red head looked at the outstretched hand in amusement. "Mmm, whatever.
We'll make sure the head nurse gets your application."
Totally flustered but hiding it successfully,Janine had already tuned them out. She stared down the hall where the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen had just disappeared. It doesn't matter ladies. I just remembered an ad I saw this morning. That's the job I want.
She smiled softly remembering
legs that seemed to go on forever. I think this move to Minnesota
just got a whole lot more interesting. Maybe there's something here for me after all-- finally.
Bobbi sat in the Cherokee, for the moment, forgetting about the boxes
behind her. She bit her lip as she recognized another emotion, giddiness.
I can't wait to see her. Tell her. Why am I sitting here?
She pulled her keys from the ignition and stuffed them in her jacket
pocket. It's time to really face life again.
Minutes later, Bobbi found herself in her own living room, jerking the
jacket off her torso. "Chelle?"
Michelle jumped at the sound of her name being called. She hurried
and closed the browser before she answered. "Um, in he-re!" Her
voice cracked, and she fanned her cheeks hoping they weren't as red as they
The brunette sighed then smiled at the sound of her friend's voice.
She followed it towards the den. Standing in the doorway, she gazed
at the blonde. She is home.
She took in the flushed features
with sudden worry. "Hey, you okay?" She glanced down at the Husky
that appeared at her side.
Michelle met her friend's gaze and swallowed. Something's wrong.
"Um, yeah I was just reading. You don't look so good. You've
Bobbi nodded then reached down to greet the Husky with a scratch behind
the ears. "Yeah, I lost a patient today," she said with sadness in
The blonde's hands flew to her mouth, but her eyes glittered with sorrow
and empathy. "Don't blame yourself. You can't."
The doctor closed her eyes and let the warmth between them surround
her. She knows me so well.
"I'm not gonna lie to you.
I did at first, and it was so easy. Then, I saw something, and it
hit me. You were right. None of it was my fault. Stevie,
mom, none of it. It was kind of selfish of me in a way to think it
was all about me. I don't know. Then, all that weight; that anger and
guilt, it just lifted. I-it's been so long since. . .I didn't know
it would feel like this." She shook her head and felt more tears prickle
her eyes. She let them come. "I-I feel so light and happy.
I don't know what to do with it all."
Seeing Bobbi's tears tore at the blonde's heart even if they were happy ones.
She needs me. I have so many questions I wanted to ask, but I have
no idea how to ask them.
She sighed inwardly in exasperation.
It'll have to keep. She needs me more right now.
pushed away from the desk, and in four brisk strides, she stood in front
of the brunette. The petite blonde reached up and wiped dripping tears
away with fingertips. Then, she took a step closer and wrapped the taller
woman in her arms. She felt the lean body shake and held on tighter.
Bobbi buried her face in short locks that smelled like the outdoors.
She wrapped her arms around the blonde and held on for dear life. They
stood there in silence with the Husky sitting at their feet, and Toby dosing
in the bassinet behind them.
"Shhh, it's okay. You live that's what you do with it B. You
live." Michelle murmured.
Bobbi smiled through her tears because this time she knew this to be true.
After another minute, the doctor stepped back. "It's not over.
I have some cleaning to do." She met the green gaze. "Um, can
you help me upstairs?"
Michelle slid her smaller hand into the brunette's larger one. She
squeezed. "You don't even have to ask. Just let me get Toby's
carrier and we'll go up together." Their gazes held communicating warmth,
understanding and affection.
With a free hand, the doctor brushed at blonde bangs. "You're something
else. You know that?"
The blonde's smile was wide and sincere. "So are you."
Long minutes later, they found themselves upstairs.
Michelle watched and listened with an openess in her face and heart as Bobbi
went through the boxes of memories. They laughed when the brunette
explained goofy looking pictures her mom had taken of Stevie and herself,
going into detailed stories of snow ball fights, camping trips, soccer and
other competitive games gone awry.
They grew somber at the more
recent pictures of two children lost along with clothes that still carried
a familiar scent. Photos of happier times were kept along with a few
reminders of the bad times. They cleaned, vacuumed, dusted, and re-taped
boxes, stacking them up neatly in the bedroom closet. The trip down
memory lane in that room was over. Upon exiting her mother's room, Bobbi
went directly to her father's.
She opened the door then glanced back at the blonde behind her as the dust
settled. They stepped in. Bobbi shook her head in pity.
She turned to her friend. "I guess it's been so long that I forgot.
There's nothing in here." The brunette opened the door wider to show
her friend. Green eyes widened upon seeing the very sparsely decorated
room. The bed was made, but there wasn't much else but exceedingly
bare furniture and a couple of books.
"He didn't keep any photos of you guys?"
"No, that wasn't his thing. Medicine was. I guess he figured
that we would always be here. I think, if I remember correctly, that
his office looks about the same."
"Then, I guess we're done?"
Bobbi grabbed her friend's hand as they walked back down the hall.
"Yeah, we're done."
The rest of the day was filled with quiet companionship. Silently
and side by side they fixed a late lunch and then later dinner, moving around
each other in some strange syncopation.
Later, instead of being the one held, Michelle pillowed Bobbi's head in her
lap as the people on the TV screen zipped and zagged by. All was quiet
both inside and out but complete with Husky and baby in the bassinet not far
They talked in hushed whispers not wanting to disturb the peace. The
television was low, and the ringer had been turned off. The doctor knew emergencies
would come through her beeper. Michelle swept back ebony bangs and
peered down into pale blue. "How are you feeling?"
"Mmm, better than I thought I ever would." Where knees had been bent
at an angle, Bobbi straightened them out with a slight swish. She reached
up and touched the blonde's nose, watching it crinkle. "I want to thank--"
"No, you have nothing to thank me for. It's what friends do for each
other. It's what you do for me." Jade eyes sparkled with sincerity.
"Still, I don't think any of this would have been possible if you hadn't
come into my life. I don't think I'll ever look at blizzards the same
Michelle smiled. "I don't think I will either, but I think you left
something out. I don't think either of us would be where we are now
without each other."
Bobbi canted her head to the side as she let the statement process.
"I think you're right." She paused. "I want you to feel like
this, flying freely with nothing holding you back. I want it for you.
God, I feel like I could conquer the world tonight. I don't know any
other way to describe it."
The blonde grinned. "In a way you did conquer the world, yours anyway.
Some days I feel like that, and then somedays, I feel like the weight of
the world is squishing me."
Bobbi shook her head in wonder. "You're nothing like the woman I first
met. Nothing at all. How the hell did you get so wise?"
Michelle shrugged sheepishly but did nothing to hide the sudden flush.
"Don't know. I guess its because I'm finally getting the chance to
live, to see what I missed and learn from it all."
"Mmm, Chelle? Can I tell you something?"
"Sure. I pretty much think we're on a roll now."
"No, seriously. I figured out something today. When I left the
hospital, I was in such a rush to get back here, but it wasn't the house
I wanted to get to. This house isn't my home. I think you are.
I think all of you are. A home is somewhere where you feel safe, needed,
warmth and even love. All that hasn't been here for a long time, until
you guys came. All of you hold a special place in my heart."
Crystal blue eyes pleaded for understanding.
Stunned and warmed by the sentiments, Michelle felt her heart seize then
double its activity. The hand running through sable bangs stopped and
shook over the brunette's forehead. Why did I have to wait so long
to feel this, to hear this? I've known for a while that everything
fits here. Thank you for this, whoever is listening. Thank you.
The doctor reached up to silence the blonde's words by placing two fingers
over her lips. She flinched softly at the moist heat that greeted her. Damn, have I said to much? She's changed so
much, but this still maybe more than she can take.
okay. You don't have to say anything. I just wanted to get that out."
No, I need to tell her.
Michelle wrapped her hand around the
brunette's wrist and moved her away slowly, wanting to prolong the closeness. A small hand found its
way back in silky, dark locks. "What if I want to say something?"
She peered down into the doctor's face seeing fear and apprehension there
and tried to reassure with a soft smile that spread to green eyes.
"What if I want to say that I understand? I understand because I feel
the same way."
Pale eyes widened. She does?
"Yeah, I do. Next, to my two guys here, you've become one of the most important
things in my life. I don't know how it happened, but it just did.
Your friendship means more to me then I can explain. You've showed
"No we showed each other." One smile met another, but Michelle felt
like there should be more. It just felt right..
She went with her instincts and leaned forward, brushing the brunette's forehead with soft lips. Green eyes closed at the feel of it all.
Bobbi heart leapt to her throat, but still, she closed her eyes and sighed.
When she felt the caress end, she opened her eyes and grinned. "What
was that for?" She reached up and swiped a thumb over blushing cheeks.
Michelle shrugged. "Just cause."
They beamed at each other for another long moment. "Mmm, okay."
She can do that as often as she likes.
For some reason, her
brain chose this moment to remind her of the packages outside. "Oh,
I bought some things today. They're out in the car. I can--"
"It's late. Can't it keep until morning."
Bobbi smirked secretly, loving the prospect of surprising the blonde when
she woke up. "Uh, yeah that's fine. It'll keep."
They played at watching TV but spent more time talking. Before Michelle
knew what hit her, she found herself sleeping with her head pillowed against
the back of the couch. She jerked away abruptly and looked down at
the weight on her lap. Green eyes twinkled as she watched the brunette
with the help of the dim light of the television. She lay on her back. One hand rested
under her sweater on her abdomen. The other was closer to the petite
woman's hip. Bobbi's features were relaxed, and she looked all of eighteen.
The blonde chuckled quietly at the slight evidence of slobber at the corner
of Bobbi's mouth. Michelle traced dark brows gently. "You're
an unbelievable woman, Bobbi. Never in a million years did I think
I would ever meet someone like you," the blonde whispered. She
added silently. Why hasn't some man snatched you up?
She studied her friend for a minute more before calling out her name
softly. Michelle tried again, louder. When that didn't work,
she shook her. Bobbi jerked dramatically.
"Huh? Wha sit?"
Trying to hide her mirth, Michelle murmured, "Bedtime."
"Oh okay." The doctor rose groggily. "Didn't mean to fall asleep
on you." Her voice was deep, scratchy.
It reminded Michelle of the other side of velvet. She liked it and
the burst of heat it cause somewhere deep inside. "It's okay."
Bobbi moved toward her bedroom, almost tripping over her own feet.
Michelle put a hand in the small of her back to steady her. "Whoa there."
"Sowryy," the brunette added on the end of a yawn.
The doctor entered the bedroom with the blonde close behind. Michelle
glanced behind there and smiled in appreciation when Taz didn't follow, leaving
Toby alone. Good boy.
Bobbi plopped down on the bed, turned on the beside lamp, and peered at her
friend from under sleepy eyes. "God, I feel like a truck ran over me."
Michelle chuckled. "A lot happened today."
"Unh huh, I could go to sleep just like this."
Pale brows drew together. "No pj's?"
The brunette scratched her chin. I usually just do t-shirt and panties."
"Okay, I'll help you out then. Where's a t-shirt?"
Bobbi scanned the dim room then pointed. "Over there by the bathroom
door. It's in the clean pile."
Michelle rolled her eyes when she saw the collection of clothing then grabbed
the red shirt with a Nike logo. "Here you go."
Without preamble, Bobbi began to wrestle out of her clothing. Coherent
enough to realize she wasn't alone, she removed her bra last from under the
comfort of the t-shirt.
Michelle blushed hotly and almost turned away. Oh, this is silly.
We have the same thing. Hers just looks a lot better than mine.
She watched on as the brunette fought with the covers then made her way
Pulling the comforter and sheets up to her chin, Bobbi let out a contented
sigh and wiggled her toes in the warmth. Bobbi looked up to see the
blonde. "Uh, hi," she said goofily."
"Hi, yourself," Michelle returned. She leaned over, tucking in
the covers around her friend. Unable to resist, she found her lips
brushing Bobbi's forehead again. Why on earth did I do that?"
Mmm, I really like that," the doctor commented with sleepy goofy smile
still in place.
"I think I do too," Michelle added. Before the brunette could
respond, the petite woman was gone.
It was the end for an eventful day for them both.
Bobbi jumped up in surprise at the sound of Michelle's bedroom door closing.
She looked up to see two pair of curious eyes, eyeing her closely.
"Um," she spread her arms wide to encompass the collection of boxes
behind her. "Surprise?"
Taz was the first to enter. He immediately began sniffing each box.
"Oh my God! What is all of this?"
"Um, well I told you last night remember that I bought
a few things. See, I've been boning up on my reading on infant development.
Toby needs some things that you don't have, and I thought. . .umph!"
Bobbi's eyes bulged at the hold her friend had on her. She barely saw
her move. "Uhm, I guess you're okay with this?" The doctor hissed
out a breath.
As an answer, Michelle squeezed tighter.
"Breathingggg!" Bobbi got out through clenched teeth.
Michelle jumped back with chuckle. "Oh, sorry bout that." Her
face and eyes were flushed with happiness. Sometimes, she's too
good to me to be true, but I know she is.
Curious green eyes scanned
the boxes, seeing the pictures of a crib, play pen, stroller, high chair, and walker.
A couple of plastic bags were bursting at the seems with packages and what
looked like stuffed animals. "Um, wow, you bought---" Pale eyebrows
rose in confusion. "What's the carpet for?"
Enjoying the look of happiness on her friend's face, Bobbi didn't hear at
first. I'm glad I can make her happy.
Oh, um, I was thinking that we can move the living room table and put it
down there. Peanut will be crawling before we know it. We could put a blanket over it, and maybe both of us can sit
down and watch him?"
"Oh, that makes sense. He's been moving around on the bed like a little
monkey for the past couple of weeks. I've had to keep a close eye on
him. Sounds good. I bet he would enjoy that. Um, what's
in the bags?"
"Clothes, baby food, teething rings, developmental toys, and some stuffed animals.
I even got some toys for Taz."
He padded over to the brunette as she searched through the bag and pulled
out a frisbee. The Husky pranced around excitedly. Bobbi snickered,
"Down boy. We'll play in a little bit."
She reached in deeper and wrapped her hand around the big stuffed rabbit.
Pulling it out, Bobbi turned and tried to hide it behind her back.
"I, um, got something for you too." She watched with a smile as green
eyes widened like a child on Christmas. The doctor brought the rabbit
around. "I-I saw it, and it reminded me of you---umph!"
Again, she was captured in the blonde's embrace. Bobbi laughed outright.
"Chelle, you okay?"
Michelle backed away a little but didn't release her hold. The blonde
head hung. "Yeah. It's just that no one has ever gotten me anything
Bobbi raised the blonde's chin with the help of a few fingers. She
saw a mixture of sadness and joy, shining clearly in green eyes. "Not
even on Christmas?"
"N-no," she sniffled. "I guess it didn't really include me."
"Oh, sweetie." Bobbi pulled her back into the hug.
"Why are you so good to me?" The words were muffled but understandable.
Bobbi cradled the back of her friend's neck in large hands and answered,
"Because I want to, and because it makes us both happy."
Michelle fidgeted in the embrace until she was able to look the doctor in
the eye. The blonde chuckled, "Good answer, and I know you mean it."
I wonder. . .
"How are you doing today?"
The doctor beamed down at her friend. "Still flyin'."
The blonde stepped away from the embrace but missed the warmth immediately.
She stood close. "Good. You, um, can put this stuff together."
She waved her hand to encompass the room. "And I'll go fix breakfast."
She took a step back and smiled sheepishly into pale blue eyes
that squinted back at her.
Why that little devil.
"Oh, no Ms. You're helping me,
even if it takes all day. We can call for delivery."
A crib, play pen, stroller, high chair, and some Mongolian
Beef later, Bobby reached to pick up the living room phone.
"My I speak to Dr. Waszinski, please?"
"This is she. Who's calling?"
"Hi doctor. My name is Janine Williams. I saw your ad in the
paper for a receptionist/nurse, and I was wondering if the position was still
open? I tried to call yesterday, but I kept getting your voice mail.
I thought it would be better if I got to talk to a live person."
Bobbi raised an eyebrow at the blonde who looked on curiously. "Good
thinking. The job is still open, but I tell you what. I'm spending
time with my family today, and it's not a good time to talk. Give me
your number, and I'll call you next week to set up an interview."
"Okay, that sounds great."
The doctor hung up the phone after getting all the information. She
looked up at her blonde friend to find her face flushed and her stare intense.
"Um, that was a possible new nurse for the office. Chelle, are you
This is what this is. I feel it, and it feels so right.
Bobbi smiled and reached for Michelle's hand in the mist of discarded boxes
and bubble wrap. "Yeah, family."
Alone again, Beatrice stared
at the phone. Even though her husband wasn't present. She felt him
all around. He'd left some time ago, going she didn't know where. Beatrice
never did. She wanted so much to call and hear Toby in the background
like before, but the idea that it would show up on the phone bill stopped
her cold. Her hands literally itched. She rubbed sweaty palms
over her thighs. Just one more time. I just want to make sure
that they are okay. Maybe I can intercept the phone bill, and
take the page with the Ivanhoe phone numbers out. He's going to know
I did it, but he's not going to know why. I'm going to pay for it.
I know I am, but I have to do this.
Letting out a deep breath,
she reached for the phone with a trembling hand and dialed numbers that were
now burned on her memory.
It was picked up on the second ring.
Silence. Beatrice frowned not recognizing the voice. She strained
her senses to hear.
"Hello?" Bobbi asked again, irritated.
On the third try, the doctor hung up. "Who was that?"
"Don't know. Wrong number or some crank."
"Did they say anything?" Michelle added.
The blonde felt nervousness creep in. "Um, cause I got a call like
that last week, but I didn't think anything of it."
Blue and green met and held.
With the phone still to her ear, Beatrice listened to the dial tone.
She closed her eyes, knowing it was a failed attempt, and she wondered if
she would have the courage later.
Max Jr. sat in his own easy chair in his own house.
He tipped the bottle of Jim Bean up and let it dribble down his throat. He
refused to wince. With clumsy hands, he scratched at his beard then
pushed the same appendages through dark curls. The feelings that had
been prickling for the last few months were gone. There was nothing
left, almost nothing.
Max Jr. was his father's son, but it wasn't that easy to be what he needed.
There could be no more pangs of conscious or defiance, and he knew that there
could be. He leaned forward as far as he could go, and pulled the glass
table closer. Getting down on his knees, Max reached for the razor
blade, sitting solitary on the clear surface. He picked
it up, cutting the white powder in thin, equal lines. When he had four,
he flicked the minute piece of metal into an unknown corner of the room and
picked up the rolled dollar bill that had fallen to the floor long minutes
ago. Leaning in again, he placed the make shift straw over one white
line and sniffed until he could feel the veins bulging out of his neck.
He did the same to the second line, then the third.
The rolled dollar fell out of his hand as he fell backward against the chair,
hyperventilating as the coke wormed its way through is system. Flying.
He was flying above it all. Oblivion is what he needed. It was
the only way to be sure. Tabula Rasa. A blank slate.
Then, there would be no conscious only his father's voice guiding him,
commanding him. Then, he would fully be his father's son.
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