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Code Silver - Life in the ER

This is the continuation of my “Life in the ER” series. This takes place two months after the previous installment. As always, you don’t necessarily have to read the previous installments but it may help clarify any questions you have.

Now take note of this MAJOR WARNING - there is an active shooter situation in this chapter. There will be blood, cussing, needles, surgery and death in this chapter. You have been warned.

I do not own Dr. Leighton. His name was originally used in Code Black, which is one of my favorite medical dramas. I do not own that name. And Dr. Weasley is named after the famous red-headed family in Harry Potter - I don’t own that name either.

As always, feedback would be wonderful and much appreciated. Buckle up kids, this is going to be a doozy of a ride.

June 10, 2021 11:00am

He never wished for a normal day while working in the ER but he wished for one today. Wishing for normal days, usually, meant that the hours in the ER were filled with chaos and craziness and somehow even more casualties than an average shift. He sighed as he thought back on the long night he had. Mack had been up most of the night, and usually Race could get her settled down but he was at his wits end. Spot ended up getting up to help him, making the 5am wake up call a struggle.

“Get it gear, Conlon.” Plums teased as she stood at the nurse’s desk giving a look. “Coffee not kicking in?”

Groaning, he looked up from the keyboard he was staring at a little too intently, nodding to the white cup sitting beside his hand. “This is my fifth cup; if it hasn’t kicked in yet then I don’t think there’s hope. Little miss only wanted me last night.”

“Ahhh those days are fun. Addie is in a Jack phase right now and I’m chopped liver.” Plums grinned. “Hopefully that won’t last long?”

Spot shrugged. “It’s been a week already. It doesn’t help when I’m working the early shift. She loves to party between 2 and 4.”

“Ugh do not miss those days. Addie is finally sleeping all the way through the night. She gets up at 5:30, just as I’m walking out the door though.” She smiled as Albert slid into a chair. “You okay, Al?”

He grinned. “Yea, patient in room four needs a checkup at some point. What’d I missed?”

“Noted - thanks. Spot’s kid throwing a rager from 2-4am.” Plums pointed out.

Albert chuckled loudly. “Ahh that sounds like fun.”

“Don’t laugh - this’ll be you this time next year.” Spot pointed his index finger in Albert’s direction. Finch and Albert had announced their little bundles of joy would be arriving around the beginning of December.

The grin slid from his face as Spot’s words made him pause. “Shit. I guess I will be taking notes from you both before that time.”

A call came over the intercom as Plums grabbed a chart before heading down the hallway. “Duty calls. Meet you guys in the cafe around 1 for lunch?”

“See you then.” Spot saluted her as he finished typing up his notes, looking over his shoulder at Albert who was writing in his own chart. “You doing good?”

A smirk crossed Albert’s face. “Doing well. Finch mentioned that we should have you and Race and Jack and Kat over for a cookout.”

“That’ll be fun.” Spot sighed, typing something in the chat he was having with another doctor, groaning as he stood up. “I’ve got to go draw another vial of blood. Don’t miss me too much.”

Albert blew him a kiss as he watched him walk away with a shake of his head. “Don’t worry, pooks, I won’t.”

Spot quickly drew the vial of blood from his patient in bay 12 before walking it upstairs to deliver Elmer. “Got some fresh, still warm blood for you. Orders should be in your inbox.”

“How’s the world of emergency today? Quiet?” Elmer accepted the vial before typing a few keys on his keyboard, giving Spot a quick smile.

Spot sighed, leaning against the wall, trying to stretch his back. “It’s quiet but two ambulances were pulling up just as I escaped up here. Is it 6pm yet?”

“Sorry, you still have 6.5 hours to go.” Elmer was way too cheerful as he delivered that news to Spot, who merely groaned.

The hospital phone that was attached to his hip dinged with a message that made him smile. “Hey if you haven’t eaten by 1, we’re planning on eating in the cafe. Come by.”

“I’ll see if I can get away. These results will be in your patient’s chart by the time you get back downstairs.” Elmer grinned.

Saluting him, Spot grinned. “Thanks, Elm. You’re the best.”

Whistling along to a song that was stuck in his head, he headed back downstairs, via the stairs. He hopped down the stairs as he thought about everything that he needed to do before his shift ended. Just as his foot hit the bottom stair, the intercom blared to life with a “Code Silver” followed by the Emergency Department as the location. Words you never wanted to hear in a hospital. A shiver ran down his back as his brain processed the words. Gripping the handle of the staircase he faltered in his step. Active shooter.

Throwing open the heavy stairwell door, he found himself in a surprisingly empty hallway. His shoes squeaked softly as he made his way to an empty patient room, quickly darting behind the door for protection. Grabbing the blue hospital issued phone, he opened it, silencing the volume. He sent a message both to Plums and Albert asking them where they were.

As he waited, all he could hear was someone yelling and the blood rushing through his ears. The phone vibrated in his hand as he quickly brought it up to eye level. From Plums: Patient’s room, door locked, everyone okay. You?

Ignoring her message for now, he started making his way back towards the center of the Emergency Room. In the back of his mind, he knew he should get out while he could but not while his sister-in-law and best friend were in the middle of danger.

“Where the hell is Nicole Ridder?” A loud voice raged, catching his attention as he slid under a desk. “Where is she?”

A gunshot went off as several more screams pierced the air as a hand slammed on a desk. “Where is she?”

Looking around the corner, Spot’s eyes went wide, as he took in the scene. Albert was under the desk, the very desk the man was loudly banging his fist on. Sadie, a nurse that Spot didn’t know too well, was staring down the man. “Sir, there is no Nicole Ridder here. I just checked our in-patients and there’s no one here by that name.”

“She texted me and said she’s here and now you won’t fucking let me see her.” The man screamed as another gunshot exploded, breaking the silent air. All Spot could do was watch Sadie crumble as the bullet hit her.

The man hit his hand once more before taking several steps, waving the gun in front of several other nurses, the air returning quiet. “Nicole, where are you?”

The man neared Spot’s position, as he tried to make himself smaller. “NICOLE!”

His shouts became more desperate as he started pushing open closed doors. Spot tried to regulate his breath as the man’s footsteps came closer.

He stopped at the desk that Spot was sitting under, his hand pounding the top. His voice was gruff as he cocked the trigger of the gun. “I know there are more people here - just tell me where in the hell Nicole is and I won’t shoot up the place.”

A cry broke the silence, as both Spot and the man looked towards a closed door. Within seconds the man was standing in front of the door, the butt of the gun banging against the solid wood door.

His hand tightened around the door handle, jiggling it to open it but found it locked. “NICOLE, OPEN THIS DOOR! I know you’re in there.”

A noise behind Spot made him look. Albert and a few other nurses made a break for it, running for a door that would lead them outside. Spot felt a rush of air escape his mouth. Albert was safe. But he feared for Plums’ safety.

Plums’ POV

The jiggling of the door handle sent a shiver down her back. She was currently hiding behind the bed, with her patient and her patient’s child, trying to keep them both safe. Putting a finger to her mouth, she locked eyes with the two.

She had been about to discharge Josie, who had strep throat, when the Code Silver had come over the intercom. Immediately she had shut the door, locked it and put the chair under the handle, blocking them in the small room.

“NICOLE, OPEN THIS DOOR! Goddammit I know you’re in there.” The jiggling continued as tears crowded her eyes. She attempted to calm her breathing.

Grabbing the blue phone, she quickly typed something in and sent it to both Albert and Spot, hoping the two of them got out before this madness began.

“NICOLE DAMMIT OPEN THIS DOOR.” The man’s voice pleaded as his fists hit the door, each bang louder than the previous.

She slipped her hand into the little girl’s, giving it a squeeze, as she prayed that the ordeal would end soon.

Spot’s POV

He felt the phone vibrate in his hand as he opened the message.

I’m in the room with her and her daughter.

The gasp escaped his mouth before he could help it but the pounding on the door told him the gunman hadn’t heard. He wished he had his personal cell on him but the hospital frowned upon that. He just wanted to get a message to Race.

His thoughts stopped for a minute. Race. His husband who was out on summer break, at home with their daughter. Or maybe he and Jack took the girls out for lunch and were at least together. Leaning his head back, he stretched his neck muscles, praying that he’d get to see his daughter and husband at least one more time.

Taking a steady breath, Spot’s mind started turning. He needed to get that gunman away from that door if Plums had a chance to get away.

Opening up the phone, he quickly typed out a message to Plums Right outside the door under the desk.

His butt was falling asleep as he sat scrunched up under the desk. He slowly adjusted himself, cussing when his shoe squeaked. Spot cussed under his breath as the pounding on the door came to a standstill. “Who’s there?”

Eyes wide, Spot bit his lip in an attempt to stay quiet. “Show yourself or I will put a bullet through this door. This isn’t a game.”

Another gunshot sounded as screams pierced the air. Several more gunshots were fired in quick succession as the man growled under his breath. “Damnit, Nicole, get your skinny ass out here now. Quit playing these damn games.”

Another several gunshots were fired through the door, wood splintering as the bullet made contact. Several screams pierced the quietness, one of which was most definitely Plums.

Spot could hear the man pacing in front of the door, as his shoes squeaked with each pass. Every few seconds, the butt of the gun would knock against the door. Spot could hear him growl, growing frustrated by the situation at hand. “You leave me no choice, Nicole.”

Before he could take another breath, the gun was fired in quick rounds, several bullets hitting the wooden door as screams erupted from the small room. Spot eased out from his position, looking at the man as he screamed and unloaded his gun into the small room.

He heard the familiar click of the gun, signaling that it was out of ammunition. Spot took that moment to stand and look at the man. He moved stealthily, as he made his way to the man. Before he could think, he punched the man, successfully crumbling him to the ground. The gun went sliding down the hallway as Spot punched the man a few times. “Plums, get them the hell outta here.”

The man attempted to hit Spot back but was unsuccessful and several seconds later, the police came in, slapping handcuffs on the man before helping Spot up.

Spot stood, chest heaving as his brain caught up on what had just happened. He faltered in his step just as a police man caught him. “Sir, you okay?”

“Dizzy.” He mumbled just as he collapsed and fell to the ground.

Plums’ POV

Holding up her hands, she hurled herself over to the police and told them to get the hell in there, that the gunman had been subdued.

Without another word, she watched several police officers make their way into the building as she was led to a makeshift medical area. She was led to a stretcher where her vitals were checked and she was given a check over. She had some cuts from glass and bruises but nothing life threatening. The mental reminders would take some time to overcome. Albert wrapped a warm blanket around her shoulders as she sat on the bed. “It was Spot.”

Albert’s hands stilled as he took her blood pressure. “Spot what?”

“Spot subdued the gunman by hitting him and knocking him out.” Plums whispered as she looked at Albert.

Albert dropped the stethoscope, before pulling her into a hug, as she lost it. The tears, fears, relief all came bubbling to the surface. He hushed her, brushing his hand up and down her back as he attempted to calm her down. “Hey it’ll be okay. Jack, Race, and Finch are all outside and as soon as you’re done, I’ll bring them all back, okay?”

She nodded, her breath coming out in gasps, as he took her blood pressure. He did a few other checks, she figured for bullets or any other damages before jotting down something on the piece of paper at the makeshift table. “Do you want me to stay or go get them?”

“Can you stay and have someone get them? Also, where’s Spot?” She asked, eyes wide with the fear still radiating through her body. She knew the adrenaline would be cursing through her body for some time yet.

Albert nodded, stepping out for a moment before coming back in. “Maddie is going to get Jack, Race, and Finch and she’s checking on Spot.”

“Albie?” She asked, clutching the blanket tighter around her.

“Yea Plums?” He asked, scribbling something on a chart in front of him. He looked up, looking at one of his family members, trying to keep it all together.

She sniffled, looking at the cut on her hand. “Was anyone killed?”

He stilled with the question, dropping the pen before walking over to wrap her in a hug as she broke down crying. “Shhh.” He whispered as he ran a hand up and down her back.

Tears clouded his eyes as he listened to her heartbreaking sobs. Soon they turned to snuffs as she pulled away from him and wiped her eyes. “Sorry.”

“No, Kat, you have nothing to apologize for.” He shook his head. “You’re safe and your body is trying to regulate itself. It’s okay. But to answer your question, I haven’t heard anything about anyone. Once I got out, they checked me out and said they needed help with injuries so I’ve been doing this. I was just relieved to see you run out.”

Looking up, she gasped seeing Jack, Race, and Finch all standing there. Before she could do anything, Jack was pulling her into a hug as she busted into another round of tears. Jack was mumbling stuff in her ear and running his hand through her hair as she immediately felt safe in Jack’s arms. Leaning back, she pressed a kiss to his lips. “Love you too.”

Stepping away from Jack, she pulled Race into her arms as he sniffled. “I’m so glad you’re okay. Where’s Spot?”

“He was the one who subdued the gunman. He’s probably talking to the police.” She mumbled, watching Race’s face crumble.

She watched many emotions cover Race’s face as he faltered. “He did what?”

“I don’t know how but he knocked the gunman out and told me to get out of there.” She looked at him. “He’s a hero, Race.”

Tears clouded Race’s face as she pulled him back into a hug. “He was fine when I was running out of there so I’m sure he’s talking to the police.”

She soothed him, by rubbing a hand up and down his back. She watched Jack talk to Albert and Finch. “Where are our girls?”

“Medda has them.” Race pulled back, wiping his eyes. “Jack and I were hanging out at your house when she stopped by. When this came across the news, Jack said we needed to get down here. We held our breaths every time the door opened. We got here just after Albert came running out.”

Nodding, she sat back on the bed, wrapping the blanket around her. She looked over at Finch, whose fingers were laced with Albert’s. “Hi Finch.”

“Hi Kat. Glad you’re okay.” He smiled, squeezing Albert’s hand.

Nodding, she looked at the men in the room, sighing. “Hey Al, can you go check with Maddie?”

He nodded, leaning over to kiss Finch before escaping out of the medical area.

Sighing, she kicked her legs, antsy with wanting to know what was keeping Spot. She figured the police would want to talk with him but he should be done by now. She felt Jack stand behind her with his hand on her shoulder. She knew it would be a long time before he would be able to have her out of his sight.

Albert’s face was stoic as he returned with a police officer. “Plums, this is Office Ramirez. He’d like to talk to us for a few minutes.”

“Katherine Kelly, sir. This is my husband Jack and our friends, Tony, Albert, and Patrick. Tony is Sean’s husband. Can you tell us what’s going on with Sean Conlon?” Plums sat up straight, trying to look more authoritative than she felt. Her heart plummeted into her stomach as he was introduced. Usually having a police office come talk to them was never a good thing.

Officer Ramirez shifted, pulling his hat off before looking at the same group of friends. “I was first through the doors when I saw Sean on the floor punching the gunman. Several officers took care of the gunman while I went over to Sean. I got him to his feet when he mumbled that he was dizzy and before I knew it, he had fainted.”

“Doctor White was in the vicinity and immediately started checking Sean. In the initial check, he had blood on the left side of his scrubs. Several nurses and Dr White loaded him onto a gurney and rushed him upstairs to surgery.” Officer Ramirez’s face was grime as he relayed the information. Race gasped, processing the information. “If you’d like, I will escort you up to the surgery floor where you can wait?”

Kat sat back as the words hit her. She looked over at Race, who staggered a bit, only for Albert’s arm to wrap around his waist. “That would be great. But I have one other question - was anyone killed today?”

The officer paused. He was conflicted on how much he should actually tell them. “There were two nurses and an orderly that were killed. There were several that were injured by the stray bullets.”

Tears crowded Kat’s eyes as she thought about her coworkers and their families. Hanging her head, she let a sob out as someone put their arms around her. She looked up at Race whose face was tight with a mix of emotions as he hugged her. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she looked at Officer Ramirez. “I’ll need a few minutes to talk with some of my colleagues but after that, can you escort us upstairs?”

“Absolutely ma’am. There will be a police officer outside the waiting room just for some extra protection. And we will need to speak with you and Mr. DaSilva at some point.” The office said, as Kat nodded.

She pushed the blanket off of her before she looked at Jack. Leaning up, she gave him a quick kiss and hugged Race before walking out into the still mayhem scene.

Maddie came up and gave her a hug. “I’m glad you’re okay. Any word on Spot?”

“He’s in surgery but that’s all I know. We’re going to head up to the surgical waiting room. Can you let the head honchos know?” Plums asked, giving the young nurse a look, as she looked around the mayhem of police officers, nurses, and patients.

Maddie quickly nodded. “I can do that. Do you want me to have food sent up?”

“Thanks, that would be nice since all of us just want a status update.” She smiled at Maddie.

“Consider it done. Just let us know when he’s out and doing okay?” She asked, as Plums quickly agreed before going back to the medical area.

Making sure they had everything, Kat gave Officer Ramirez a look as he led them through the eerie empty halls of the Emergency Room to the elevators. Katherine moved quickly, not wanting to be reminded of what had happened there just a short while ago. The group was silent as they got on the elevators, watching the numbers slowly rise up to level 8, the surgical floor.

Several police officers were already waiting outside of the waiting room as they stepped off the elevator. Kat led the group into the room, where a couple of styrofoam containers were on a table along with two sets of scrubs. “If you need anything, my officers will be outside. When you’re ready to talk to us, just let us know.”

“Thank you for everything. Let us get changed and get some food, then at least I’ll be ready to talk.” Kat told him before she looked at Albert, who nodded.

Officer Ramirez gave her a slight smile before stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him.

She watched Albert and Finch walk over to the food as Jack and Race hovered near her. She smiled weakly at them both before picking up a pair of scrubs and walking over to the bathroom to change. Not wanting to see the scrubs she had on ever again, she threw them into the trash before joining the men in the waiting room. As the door closed behind her, she pulled her hair down, wanting her hair to be done, instead of up in a ponytail like it normally was when she was on shift.

Jack and Race had styrofoam containers balanced on their knees as they ate. Finch and Albert were throwing theirs away.

“There’s a sandwich and mac and cheese there for you.” Jack motioned over to the table as he continued to eat.

Nodding, she sat at the table, immediately opening the mac and cheese container and eagerly eating the cheesy goodness. “Any word?”

Shakes of heads were her answer as she sighed and banged her head against the wall. She knew she should go downstairs to get hers and Spot’s stuff but she just didn’t have the energy.

Her eyes darted around the room. Apart from the eerie quietness, the people in the room were okay. She just wished she could find out what was up with Spottie and why it was taking so long. Her brain kicked into medical mode and she wondered how serious Spot’s injuries really were.

“Kat?” Jack broke her train of thoughts by softly calling her name. She raised an eyebrow at him. “The police are ready to talk to you if you are.”

Nodding, she quickly threw away her trash, grabbing a water bottle before she walked out of the room, ready to be done with the day.

Jack looked at Race who was twiddling with his hands, looking absolutely lost. “Race?”

“Yea Jack?” He asked, looking up from playing with his wedding band.

“I know it’s a stupid question but you doing okay? Do you need anything?” He asked.

Race shrugged, sighing. “I just want to lay eyes on him and make sure he’s okay. My mind keeps playing the what if game and it won’t stop until I can see him.”

“Do you want me to have momma bring up the girls?” Jack asked, knowing Kat would want to see Addie sooner rather than later.

Race was torn. On the one hand, it would be good to hold Mack until he knew about Spot; on the other, the little girl would want to explore the unfamiliar place and Race didn’t know if he could be patient with her as his nerves were already frayed. “As much as I would love to say yes, she’s better off with momma at the house.”

Jack nodded. “Do you want to play cards?”

Race loved his brother but he could slug him at the moment. He understood what Jack was trying to do but he just wanted to know how the hell Spot was doing. “No Jack. I’m fine. Just anxious to hear how Spot’s doing.”

Silence fell over the room as Race began to day dream. He thought back to earlier that morning. Did he even say he loved Spot as he said goodbye to him? Did he say have a good day or that he’d text him later? Race let his head fall backwards as it collided with the wall. Tears crowded his eyes at the lack of updates and knowledge of what the hell was going on.

Race wasn’t going to lie. It was painful to see Jack and Kat along with Albert and Finch reunite as he sat there awaiting the news of his husband. Race just prayed to whoever that Spot was okay and he would be back by his side soon.

His eyes met the clock on the wall. 1:35. Just over two hours since he heard the news about an active shooter at the hospital and his heart damn near stopped.

Pulling out his phone, he noticed there was a 40 in the top corner of his messages. People had been contacting him to find out if Spot was working and if he was okay. Race just didn’t have the heart to reply to any of them. The only one he opened was from momma as she had sent a photo of Kenzie sleeping. He smiled slightly before locking his phone and putting it back in his pocket.

The opening of the door caught his attention as a nurse slipped through. “I’m Maeve. Is this the family of Sean Conlon?”

Nodding, Race looked at the young nurse with a pleading look. “I’m his husband. Is he out of surgery?”

“I was in the operating room. The doctor is just finishing up surgery and will be in shortly.” Maeve tight lipped smiled at them.

Race cleared his throat. “Is he okay?”

“I’m sorry but the doctor will be out shortly.” She apologized as she slipped out of the room.

Jack stood, stretching his back. “I’ll go let Kat know. Anyone need anything?”

Everyone shook their heads, watching him leave the room. Race tapped his feet, a renewed energy knowing that soon he’d have some answers and maybe he could see Spot sooner rather than later.

Kat joined Jack as they came back into the room. Before she took a seat, she held something out to Race. “I had the police collect his belongings from downstairs. He has quite a lot of missed calls and texts.”

Race accepted the phone and Spot’s canvas bag with a nod. He didn’t go through it, and merely pocketed the phone. “How was your talk with the police?”

“Okay. They just wanted to make sure they had all their ducks in a row. They’re going to want to talk to Spot and you, Albert.” She directed her last words to him as he nodded, fingers laced with Finch’s.

“It might be a few days before Spot’s up for it.” Race gave his sister-in-law a look.

She quickly nodded, looking at him. “The police are well aware of that fact. His doctors will have to clear it before he is able to do so. Plus he’ll have us by his side when he does talk to them.”

The door opened once more as they all looked up. “Doctor Leighton.”

“Katherine, I’m glad you’re doing okay.” He gave her a side hug as he turned to the other four. “I’m Doctor Leighton, I did Spot’s surgery.”

“This is Tony, Sean’s husband. My husband Jack. You know Albert and his husband Finch.” Kat made the introductions. “How’s Spot?”

Doctor Leighton nodded at all of them before taking a seat. “Spot’s okay. He’s in recovery at the moment. It was tough and go for a while. He had a bullet hit him on his left side. We ended up having to remove his spleen but he lost a lot of blood. We’re currently giving him blood transfusions to try to replenish what was lost.”

“Will he make a full recovery? Can he live without his spleen?” Race asked, looking between Kat and the doctor.

The doctor nodded his head. “Yes, he will make a full recovery and at this point, we don’t see any cause of concern. We’re waiting for him to wake up. And yes, he will be fine to live without his spleen.”

“What are your concerns for him in the next 48 hours?” Kat asked, as Race was glad she asked because he didn’t know what else to ask.

Dr. Leighton sighed. “You know the concerns, Katherine. Since the spleen is so instrumental in fighting infections, I’m a bit more concerned with him catching infections going forward. He will need to make sure he’s up to date on all of his vaccines after he’s discharged.”

“So I should be more concerned when he comes down with a cold?” Race piped up as the doctor nodded.

Kat nodded. “Yes, especially in the next year as his immune system adjusts.”

“When can we see him?” Race asked, his toes tapping anxiously, just wanting to lay eyes on his husband.

Dr. Leighton looked at Race, smiling softly. “Give us about 20 minutes to get him moved to a room then you can see him.”

“Thank you Dr. Leighton.” Kat stood, shaking his hand as the rest of them did the same. He gave them a tight smile before he left them alone.

“Well he was helpful.” Race choked out as Jack Finch, and Albert both snorted.

Kat shook her head. “He’s a brilliant surgeon but he’s got little bedside manner. I’d request him in a heartbeat, a thousand times over some of the surgeons in this hospital.”

Race nodded, trusting her 1000% with anything medical related. Standing up, he started pacing, just wanting the time to go by fast so he could see Spot. “Race?”

He stopped, looking at Kat who softly called his name. “Do you need anything?”

“Just to see my damn husband.” Race sighed. “Sorry but I can’t think of anything else until I lay eyes on him.”

Kat nodded, as she couldn’t imagine if that was Jack in surgery and wanting to see him to make sure he was okay. “You heard Dr. Leighton, Race. He’s okay but I understand your frustration. Do you want us to hang back when you first see him?”

“Do you mind?” Race asked, his voice small, not wanting to give away how scared he truly was.

She stood, pulling him into a hug, running her hand up and down his back. “Of course not. You should be the first to see him. We’ll hang around while you go to visit him. Al still needs to talk to the police so he can do that while you go see him.”

The door opened and the nurse from earlier stood there. “We’ve got him settled into his room. We still have him sedated but you can go ahead and see him.”

Kat nudged Race. “Go see our boy and give him our love. We’ll hang back and see him later, alright?”

Nodding, Race hesitantly stepped forward as he followed the nurse down the hall to a room in the corner. “I’ll be right at the nurse’s desk in case you need anything.”

She propped open the door as he silently walked inside. There were two IVs, one going in each hand, one fluid of clear liquid, the other full of blood. He stood at the foot of the bed, looking at the step up, two chairs, one on each side of the bed, along with a table and two chairs off in the corner. Stepping around the bed, he sat in one of the chairs, and being careful of the IV, lacing his hand with Spot’s.

“Hey Spot.” He whispered, torn between waking him up and letting him sleep. Race had always loved watching his husband sleep, due to the fact when he was awake, he was never still. Spot was always moving around, unable to really settle unless he was sick or sleepy. “I heard through the grapevine that you’re some kind of hero. You saved a lot of people today, Spottie.”

Time, Spot only needed time. Time to heal, time to recover, time to wake up. “I know you want to sleep but I really want to see your pretty brown eyes. It’s been a pretty rough afternoon and I need to tell you I love you, because I’m not sure I actually said it this morning.”

“I’m not leaving, Spot. Wild horses couldn’t pull me away.” Race promised, squeezing his hand. “Kat, Jack, Albert, and Finch are out in the waiting room. Momma is at the house with Mack and Addie. As soon as you wake up, I’ll get her to bring the two of them up to see you.”

He continued to ramble about random things, always being told that patients could hear when they were unconscious. He didn’t want Spot to be alone and promised to fill the quiet room with his cheerful chatter.

Race held his breath, knowing that Spot would wake up with time but he wasn’t the most patient person. Squeezing his hand, he felt himself relaxing in the chair for the first time since arriving at the hospital. Race kicked his feet up onto the bed and let his head fall back to the back of the chair, listening to the constant beeping from the monitor, his eyes closing as he dozed off.

Kat’s POV

She watched Race leave the room, wanting to join him as he saw Spot but knowing Race needed some time to adjust to having Spot in the hospital bed. Standing up, she felt antsy from waiting so she paced the room as she answered texts from family and friends concerned about her.

“Kat?” Looking up from her phone, she looked over at Jack who had concern written all over his face. “You okay?”

She sighed, walking over to him and sitting beside him. “Just antsy. I’m glad Race gets to go see him but I want to check up on him as well.”

Pressing a kiss to her head, Jack nodded. “I know. Despite our rough start, Spot is like a brother to me and it’s hard when we don’t know what the next few days or even weeks will look like. But we have to go along with the doctor who seems optimistic that he’ll be alright in the long run.”

Kat reached over and laced her fingers with Jack’s. “We’ll see him soon. Let’s give Race some time with him.”

She looked at Finch and Albert and smiled sadly at them. “You two doing okay?”

“Just hanging out until we can see him.” Albert looked as worried as she felt. “You two hanging out for the night?”

Jack shrugged, giving them a look. “Depends on what Race wants us to do. We’re kinda letting him dictate what we’re doing. I just checked in with momma and she said the girls are down for their afternoon naps.”

She didn’t get a chance to answer as the door opened slowly as an older man poked his head in. Standing up, she weakly smiled at him as surprise was evident in her voice. “Dr. Weasley.”

“Katherine, they told me you were up here. I just wanted to check in with you, Spot, and Albert to see how you were doing.” He said as she nodded.

Motioning for him to come in, she sighed. “Spot had emergency surgery and he’s in a room down the hall. This is my husband Jack and Albert’s husband, Finch. Guys, this the director of the ER, Dr. Weasley. We’ve just been hanging out here waiting to see Spot after his surgery.”

Dr. Weasley nodded. “I heard that he had to have his spleen removed - he’s a tough nut and will be okay. I’ve come to tell you that you and Albert have the next week off. There will be a check-in before you’re allowed back into the hospital, per guidelines. As for Spot, we’ll take it day by day with him and when he’s cleared to return.”

“Is there anything we need to do in the meantime?” Albert came by Kat’s side as he was curious what the requirement was going to consist of.

Dr. Weasley smiled at them. “You’ll both need to see one of the hospital’s trauma specialists before you’re released to come back. You will also need to take the mandatory 5 days off before you step back in here.”

“How long will the ER be shut down for?” Kat asked, knowing it was only one of three emergency rooms within the city.

Dr. Weasley shook his head. “It’s going to be shut down for tonight but obviously the hospital doesn’t want it down for too long. They’re hoping to have it back up and running tomorrow morning.”

Frowning, Kat shook her head. “It doesn’t seem right. There were people killed in that ER earlier today and tomorrow it’s back to business like their lives don’t even matter.”

“I agree with you Plums but you know how the head honchos are.” Dr. Weasley agreed as he shook his head.

She rolled her eyes with a sigh. “It’s just not right. But I make pennies compared to them and I know nothing.”

“Keep up that attitude Plums and you’ll be alright.” He smiled, looking between her and Albert. “Do either of you need anything?”

Albert shook his head with a smirk. “Million bucks, new scrubs, better hospital food?”

“Noted but not sure what I can pull out of my magic hat.” Dr. Weasley looked between the two of them with a shake of his head. “You have my number if you need anything. I’m glad you two are okay.”

Watching him leave, Kat shook her head as the door shut gently behind him. “That was nice of him to check up on us.”

“You know it was because we’re not down at the ER with the rest of the staff.” Albert told her with sarcasm laced in his voice. “He knew it would’ve gotten around the ER if he didn’t come check up on us and Spot.”

Kat nodded. “True. I’m going to check up on Race. You guys staying here?”

Albert agreed while Finch and Jack stayed behind, letting the two of them go. Her shoes squeaked as she walked down the hallway. Pushing open the door, her shoulders immediately relaxed as she took in Spot’s appearance in the bed. A noise drew her attention away from Spot and to the chair beside him where Race was snoring away.

Stepping up to the bed, she looked Spot over as his quiet breathes matched Race’s deep snores. Albert shook his head as he reached up to wipe his eyes before taking Katherine’s hand and squeezing it. “He looks better than I thought he would.”

“What did you imagine?” Kat asked, looking over at him with a smirk.

Albert shrugged. “Bruises, black eyed, ruggedness. You know, someone who just got into a fight but he actually just looks normal.”

“Excuse you, I’m ruggedly handsome.” A voice drew their attention from each other to the bed. A smirk was on Spot’s face as he looked at two friends.

Kat’s eyes immediately watered with tears as she looked at him. “Spot.”

“I’m sore . . . what happened?” He asked as he tried to move but felt instant pain.

Albert stepped up, giving him a look. ���You had surgery. They removed your spleen due to a bullet. You fainted in the ER just after the police came to take the gunman away. Race was really worried about you and had been in here for about 20 minutes before he must’ve fallen asleep.”

“Is that what that train sound is?” Spot asked, craning his head to look over to Race, who quietly snored away.

“Yes. He’s been worried sick about you.” Kat smiled. “Do you want me to wake him up?”

Spot shook his head. “Nah, let him sleep. Who’s got Kenzie?”

“Momma’s got her and Addie. Last we knew, they were taking their afternoon naps. Jack, Race, and Finch have been here most of the afternoon. They watched Albert run out.” Kat explained.

Spot nodded, as he bit his lip as a wave of pain coursed through his side. “Anyone killed?”

“Two nurses and an orderly.” Kat frowned. “But thanks to you, no one else was killed. There’s a few injuries but you saved a lot of people, Spot, including Nicole and her daughter.”

Spot shook his head. “I about died when you texted me that you were in the room with them. I knew I had to draw him away from the door in order for you to escape.”

“I’m thankful that you did but I almost passed out when I saw you slugging him.” Kat shook her head. “You’re an idiot Sean but I do love you.”

“Love you too Kat.” He reached over and squeezed her hand. “Do you want to go get Jack and Finch? I don’t know how much longer I’ll be awake.”

Albert rushed from the room, leaving Kat and Spot alone with the sleeping Race. “He doing okay?”

“Worried about you but he’s been alright.” She smiled. “He has your phone but hasn’t done anything with it. I got your stuff from downstairs.”

Spot nodded. “Thank you, Kat for everything. Any idea how long I’m in here for?”

“Dr. Leighton didn’t say but I’m sure he’ll be around to see you later.” Kat shrugged. “I’m guessing in a few days you'll be released. Albert and I are on mandatory leave for the next week and we have to see one of the trauma specialists before we’re allowed back in the ER.”

Spot didn’t say anything as the door was opened as Jack and Finch stepped into the room with Albert behind them. Kat stepped back, letting the two talk with him. Albert came over and wrapped his arm around her. “Counting your blessings?”

“Something like that.” She smiled, laying her head on his shoulder. “Just really glad my family is okay. Really glad my closest coworkers are alright. Sad that we lost some good people but happy that everyone else is okay.”

Albert shook his head. “Love you Kat.”

“Love you too Albie.” She squeezed his shoulder. “Are you and Finch heading home?”

Nodding, Albert sighed. “I just want to go home and put today out of my mind. I have a feeling we’re in for a few rough days.”

“Agreed. We’ll be around if you need someone to talk to.” She smiled. “I’m only a phone call away, okay?”

He nodded, a ragged sigh left his mouth. He watched Jack and Finch joke with Spot as he started to doze off. Once he was asleep, Finch and Albert made their way out, leaving Kat and Jack with Race and Spot.

“What do you want to do? I’m sure you could use a shower and some Addie cuddles.” Jack suggested as he looked between the two sleeping men in the room.

Kat stretched, a groan escaping her mouth. “You’re probably right but I just don’t feel right just walking away after everything we’ve been through this afternoon.”

“Kat, you’re not walking away.” Jack gave her a look. “How about I take you home, you can shower, cuddle Addie, then we can come back up here and bring them food? Does that sound like a plan?”

Nodding, she pushed off the way, pressing a kiss to both Spot and Race’s foreheads before walking out of the room, hand laced with Jack’s.

An Hour Later

The rustling of bedsheets was the sound he heard as he slowly woke up. Cracking open his eyes, it took a minute to figure out where he was. The hospital, active shooter, Spot surgery all came rushing back to him.

Sitting up in the uncomfortable chair, he cracked his back as he looked at the bed. The most beautiful sight he had seen was staring back at him. Spot, with a smirk on his face, and eyes opened as he stared at Race. “Hi.”

“After all this time and scaring the literal shit out of me, all you can say is hi.” Race was out of the chair and sitting on the side of the bed smirking. “Hi yourself. How are you feeling?”

Spot grimaced. “Sore, really sore. But other than that, okay. Kat and Albie filled me in on everything that had happened when they were here earlier.”

“You were awake and they didn’t wake me up?” Race frowned, giving Spot a look.

Squeezing their linked hands, Spot looked Race in the eyes. “I asked them not to as you were in a deep sleep. I’m sorry I didn’t wake you but I needed to know what had happened.”

“You doing okay, Spottie?” Race asked, worry in his voice.

Spot sighed loudly. “To be honest, I don’t know how I feel. I’m angry that someone interrupted the safe space the ER was. I’m upset that I lost coworkers. But I think I’m mostly grateful that Albie and Kat are both okay and safe.”

Leaning forward, Race captured Spot’s lips in a kiss. “I love you and it’s completely okay that you’re not okay. There were a lot of emotions involved in today but I’ll be here for you as we go through the next couple of days, weeks, and months. Kat and Al aren’t going anywhere and they’ll be here for you, when I can’t.”

“Love you, Racer.” Spot smiled slightly. “Also, you did tell me that earlier this morning before I left the house.”

A light blush raised on Race’s cheeks. “You heard me?”

“Yeah . . . but it was a big foggy so I couldn’t actually tell if you said that or if it was my mind playing tricks on me.” Squeezing his hand, Spot sighed. “I kept kicking myself that I didn’t have my phone on me. I only wanted to get you a message that I was okay and that I loved you. I’m just glad I have the opportunity to tell you that now.”

“Love you Spottie.”

“Love you too Racer.”

Later that Evening

He found himself sitting up in bed, a course of antibiotics and pain medication surging through his body. He was happily slurping on a strawberry milkshake while Race was cracking jokes with Jack. Kat was watching her husband and Race with an amused smile on her face. A few of their coworkers had stopped by to check up on them both, not staying long but to say their thanks to Spot for being a hero.

“You okay, Plums?” He asked over the crackle of Race’s laughter at something Jack had just told him.

Looking up from her fast food chicken nuggets, she smiled. “I’m fine. I got to cuddle Addie and Kenzie, take a shower, and pet Basil for a little bit. I had a good cry in the shower.”

“Promise me, you’ll text if you need anything?” Spot gave her a look, knowing full well that she was just as likely as him to keep things bottled up.

Nodding, she smiled. “Of course. I’ve been made to promise by Jack, Albert, Race, and now you. I scheduled my appointment for the trauma specialist for next week.”

“Good. I’m proud of you for scheduling it out already.” Spot said, giving her a look that he knew what she was thinking.

She couldn’t say another word as there was a knock on the door. Kat raised an eyebrow to Spot, silently asking if he knew who it could be. He shook his head, as she got up and answered the door. She smiled at the guests as she reached out and grabbed Addie. She pushed open the door as Momma walked in, Kenzie in her arms.

“Momma!” Spot sat up and grinned despite the pain on his side. Race stood, taking Kenzie from her arms before kissing her cheek loudly. “What are you doing here?”

“Thought it might be a good idea for you two to see your daughter. Addie is just along for the ride, though I thought her parents could see her too.” Medda grinned, watching Jack take Addie from Kat’s arms. “Besides, I wanted to check up on you to make sure you were okay.”

Spot grinned at the woman who had been the replacement momma in his life. Ever since he and Race started dating, Medda had taken him in as one of her own. “Doing alright momma. Will be laid up for a little bit as I recover but I’ll be just fine in the long run.”

“Good.” She patted his foot. “You make sure that son of mine takes care of you, waits on you hand and foot.”

Race, cuddling Kenzie, looked up at his mother with an insulted look. “Hey! As if I wouldn’t wait on him hand and foot! I take offense to that.”

Laughter sounded around the room as Medda shook her head. “I’m just thankful you, Spot, and Katherine are okay. I checked in with Albert and Finch earlier and they’re doing as well as could be expected. I’m just glad all my babies are okay and here with us tonight.”

Kat looked around the room, locking eyes with each of the people in it, giving them a smile. “I’m glad today is almost done and tomorrow is a new day. Tomorrow we start to move on from today and though we'll never forget, we will start to move on.”

Kat and Spot locked eyes. Though they had always been close since college, it seemed their bond had dug a little deeper. And she smiled, there was no one she’d rather have in her corner than Spot Conlon, as he would always have her back, just like she always would have his.

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There’s some cursing in here. Another installation in the Life in the ER series. This time we’re going back in time to when Race and Spot were merely dating. This is chaotic and crazy as all of my stories with these characters are. As always, feedback would be wonderful and if there’s anything you’d like to see, simply send me a message.

May 18, 2014 5:30pm

It was his second to last day of his OB rotation and he was freaking a bit out. Throwing a chart on the desk, he collapsed into a chair, giving his friend and coworker a look sighing loudly. “What stupid thing did you do now?”

Spot gave Albert a long look, shaking his head. “Why do you think I did something stupid?”

A snort caught their attention as they both looked up at Plums who was grinning at them. “What did you do Spottie?”

“I may have exaggerated that I can cook when I was talking to Race.” Spot looked at his hands, avoiding Albert and Plums’ gazes. “And I don’t know what to do now.”

Plums leaned over and caught his attention. “I feel like we need more details about this. What did you do?”

“Race and I have been dating for a few months now as you know and he always cooks for me. I told him that I would cook him a fancy dinner tonight - steak, potatoes, and steamed broccoli. But of course I got called in at the last minute and the kitchen is a hot mess. So not only am I not getting steak for dinner, I have to clean up my mess.” Spot threw his head back, groaning loudly.

Albert raised an eyebrow, shaking his head at the sympathy Spot was trying to drum up. “I have so many questions. First, why would you tell him you were a good cook? Also, what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know . . . I feel bad that he’s always cooking for me and I don’t do anything for him.” Spot sighed. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’m here until 7 so it’s not like I can sneak over there, cook everything and try to pass it off.”

Plums gave him a sad smile. “I hate to burst your bubble but you burn toast. How did you think you’d get away with steak, potatoes, and broccoli?”

“I don’t know!” He half yelled, hand hitting the counter with a loud groan, causing several other nurses to look over at the trio. A sigh escaped his mouth as he whimpered pitifully.

Albert didn’t try to fight a laugh that escaped his mouth, not sympathetic towards his friend. “Sounds like you’re in deep shit buddy.”

He groaned, not hesitating to throw Albert a dirty look as his cell phone dinged with an incoming text. What time is dinner?

Got called in and I won’t be able to make dinner. I’m sorry, Race. Rain check?

Absolutely. What time are you working until?

I’ll be back at my place around 7:30.

Okay. Have a great shift. Love you.

Love you too!

“Texting lover boy?” Albert asked, trying to peek at Spot’s text messages.

Groaning once more, Spot gave him a look. “Yeah. He told me to have a good shift.”

“You’ll make it up to him.” Plums gave him a look, reaching across the counter to give him an affectionate nudge. “Don’t worry about it too much.”

Spot gave her a look. “Have you met me at all? Worrying is what I do.”

A beep and a loud yell came from an adjacent room causing the three to look at one another before Plums hit the counter with a chuckle.

“Well, it looks like we’re going to have a baby party before you leave so chop chop.” Plums gave them an excited look as she grabbed a chart and headed off towards the room without another word. Albert followed behind her as another shout pulled Spot in the opposite direction.

As he walked down the hallway, his worries about Race being pushed aside and focusing in on the action within the room.

7:00pm

Gathering his stuff, he made his way out of the locker room throwing his backpack over his shoulder. Stopping at the nurse’s desk, he gave Plums and Albert a look. “What time are you two done?”

“I’m out at 9.” Plums shrugged as she stretched her back, groaning at the tension. “I’ve got to do a final round on the baby girl we just delivered before heading out.”

Albert yawned before pointing to Plums. “I’m with her. Go home, call Racer and don’t worry so much. You two will be fine.”

“Oh wise smartass one.” Spot gave them a look before shaking his head, calling his goodbyes and heading out.

The drive home was quiet, as he often kept the radio off so he could reflect on the shift. As he drove through the quiet streets, he sighed, hoping Race wasn’t pissed at him.

There was a reason he was hesitant to jump into a relationship, even as a nurse. His hours had been unpredictable and crazy and why would someone want to put up with that in a relationship? But Race was a saint and so patient with him. Spot was thankful Race was by his side, even though the crazy hours could drive them both nuts at times.

Pulling into the driveway of the bungalow he had purchased right out of college. He had made some subtle changes but had loved the turquoise painted house from the moment he laid eyes on it. Throwing the car into park, he got out, grabbing his backpack before shuffling into the house.

He threw his keys into a ceramic plate he had on a table by the side door. Setting his bag by the table, he paused, taking a moment to sniff the air. Unfamiliar noises from the kitchen cause him to pause in his tracks.

A wide smile slid across his face as excitement filled him. Making his way towards the kitchen, his eyes lit up as he saw Race standing at the stove stirring something. “Welcome home, love.”

“Thanks. What are you doing here?” Spot said, looking around the kitchen that was a disaster when he left but now looked much more put together.

Race set down the spoon, turning down the burner, before making his way around the counter, quickly pulling Spot into a kiss. He leaned against the counter, giving him a look. “After you texted, I wanted to surprise you. I walked over and whistled loudly when I walked into the kitchen. Did a bomb go off?”

“Not exactly.” Spot took a seat at the counter, sighing. “Can I admit something to you?”

Race nodded, taking a seat beside him. “Of course, love, always.”

“I don’t really know how to cook. I burn toast most of the time and the most I can do is either PB&J or a bowl of cereal .” Spot sighed. “But you’re always cooking for me so I wanted to do something for you.”

Race reached over and grabbed his hand, giving it a squeeze. “Spottie, I cook for you because I love to do it. Why would you offer to cook when you know you can’t? I’m not going to love you any less that you can’t cook. You do plenty for me that doesn’t involve cooking.”

“But I feel like I’m not pulling my weight sometimes.” Spot admitted, squeezing Race’s hand.

Race leaned over and pressed a kiss to Spot’s cheek. “Trust me, you do more than enough. Now, go get changed, dinner’s almost ready.”

And with that, Spot went to change while Race finished up the dinner he had prepared. Before long, they were seated at the table with plates of flank steak, french fries, and grilled zucchini. “This looks delicious. Thank you Race.”

“You’re welcome. You stick to your strengths of taking care of people and medicine and I’ll stick to cooking for you, capiche?” Race gave him a pointed stare as he stabbed a piece of zucchini, popping it into his mouth.

“Capiche.” Spot grinned, digging into his meal. “If I haven’t said it, you can do all the cooking from now on. This looks amazing.”

Race pointed his fork his boyfriend’s way. “Don’t think you’re getting away unscathed. I’m planning on pulling you into the kitchen for some lessons. No boyfriend of mine is going to not know how to cook some basic stuff.”

“Racer …. If it doesn’t come out of a bag or box, I’m gonna burn it.” Spot whined, hoping to ward off Race’s attempts.

Race shook his head. “We’ll start with basics and before long, you’ll be making gourmet grilled cheeses and eventually you’ll know how to make a good steak. All it takes is practice and a little know-how.”

“Uh huh, sure.” Spot popped a French fry in his mouth with a smirk. “We’ll see how much you cuss while teaching me.”

Race laughed loudly. “You can’t be that bad but mark my words, you’re going to be a semi-decent chef when I’m done with you.”

Spot wanted to roll his eyes but held back as he looked at his boyfriend. His eyes were wide with excitement and he bounced a bit in his chair at the thought of teaching Spot something new. It was those little things that Spot absolutely loved about Race. “I love you, Race.”

“Love you too Spottie. But you’re not getting out of those lessons.”

Race’s insistence could go away but Spot wouldn’t have him any other way.

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The Perfect Morning

You have been asking for it loud and clearly so I decided to write the Sprace baby you’ve all been waiting for. This is part of the “Life in the ER'' Series but a rare moment that doesn’t take place in the hospital. There are curse words and mentions of a hospital/working in a hospital. As always, feedback would be wonderful and would make me very happy. And if you have anything you’d like to see happen in the series, just let me know - I’m always looking for new situations to put our favorite characters into!

April 17, 2021

The house was quiet when he woke. It had been that quiet in almost six months and his first thoughts were holy shit. The second was questioning the time. He rolled over and looked at the green numbers of the clock - 7:34.

Running a hand over his face, he sighed before letting the hand flop to the other side of the bed. Empty. Cold. Sitting up, he blinked a couple of times, allowing his eyes to scan the room.

“Spottie?” He called, pushing himself off the bed and heading towards the room across the hall.

Pushing open the door, he was surprised to see it was empty. The dark wooden crib they had spent hours debating about sat across from the door, a light blanket thrown over the side. A mint green onesie was haphazardly thrown near the hamper and a stuffed elephant was nearby but otherwise nothing was out of place.

Continuing on his journey, he headed towards the living room thinking his husband and young child could be there but he came up empty once more. The dog was even missing which caused him to pause in his hunt.

At that moment, he fell in love with his husband a bit more. Here it was a rare morning that Spot didn’t have an early morning shift at the hospital; yet he had gotten up, taken care of their child and puppy so he could sleep in a bit.

Their lives were flipped upside down with the adoption of their daughter. It had been a period of adjustment for all of them, especially for their puppy, Sassie. From the moment they brought their little girl home, life had completely changed for the good. The two of them had always been a great team; however, they didn’t know how good of a team they would be until the doctor handed them Mackenzie Jayne Higgins-Conlon and wished them congratulations.

Pouring himself a cup of coffee, Race grinned putting in creamer before heading out to their front porch. He shouldn’t be surprised Spot would do this - it’s just him and his little ways of showing love. Taking a seat, he took a sip of his coffee as he waited for the rest of his family to return from whatever adventure they had gone on.

Relaxing into the chair, he sighed, listening to the birds chirp in the trees as he held the warm mug in his hands. Just as he went to kick his feet up, Sassie came bounding up the stairs, with her leash dragging behind her. Putting his mug on the table, he bent over and rubbed his hands up and down her sides, wishing her a good morning.

“Where’s dad, Sass?” He asked, looking down the street for him. What he saw caught him off guard.

Spot was pushing the jogging stroller that Jack and Kat had gotten them as a shower gift, shirtless, hair pushed back by a headband and sunglasses over his eyes. Race took a moment to publically ogle his husband, appreciating the physique that Spot effortlessly maintained. Race was careful not to let his jaw drop at how utterly gorgeous his husband was. There were very few times he could unabashedly stare at his husband and he was going to take full advantage of it.

Unclipping Sassie’s leash, he opened the front door for her to go inside before he bounded down the stairs to where Kenzie and Spot were. Race couldn’t help but catcall and whistle as he came closer to the two. “Hey good lookin.”

Grinning, Spot looked up from where he was unclipping Mack. “Hey yourself.”

“Have I mentioned how utterly gorgeous you are lately?” Race saunted closer to his husband and daughter with a shit eating grin on his face.

Spot adjusted Mack in his arms before throwing his head back and laughing. “Right now I’m a sweaty mess but thanks for the compliment. I wanted to give you a chance to sleep in since you’ve been taking night duty.”

“Sweaty mess or not, you’re hot. Own that. And thanks, I appreciate it.” Race leaned over and kissed him. “Did little miss enjoy the run?”

Spot kissed him back before handing Mack over to him. He leaned down to grab something out of the bottom of the stroller before giving Race a bright smile. “She was fussy when we first started but seemed to settle down as I got into a rhythm. I did about a 45 minutes run. We ran through town, picked up breakfast before heading back.”

“You’re my hero.” Race said, walking back up the stairs to the front porch. “Do you want a cup of coffee or water?”

Spot waved him off. “I’m going to take a quick shower. Do you need anything before I do that?”

“Nah, we'll just hang out here. If she wants, send Sassie out here.” Race pressed a kiss to Kenzie’s forehead. “Come back out when you’re done.”

Spot dropped kisses to both Race and Mack’s foreheads before slipping into the house, only to open the door again to let Sassie out.

Settling Mack with her back against his chest, Race relaxed in the chair, listening to Mack babble to herself. “Did you have fun with daddy this morning, Kenzie?”

She tried to adjust herself to see Race. He picked her up so she was standing on his legs as she continued her babble. Race continued his conversation with her as she tried to put her fingers in his mouth. He playfully ate them as she dissolved into baby giggles. They continued that game until she caught sight of her puppy.

Soon she was leaning forward to try to pet Sassie. Putting her on the porch floor, she babbled to and crawled over Sassie as the dog watched her young sister protectively.

He heard the door open and close just as he took the last sip of his coffee. He smiled gratefully at Spot as he spied the cups of coffee in his hands. Spot handing him one with a smirk. “Thanks. Feeling better?”

“Much less grimly and sweaty.” Spot took a seat, watching Sassie and Kenzie with a proud smile. “What’s the plan for the day?”

Race shrugged. “As far as I know, there are no plans. Jack and Kat mentioned getting together but nothing was ever put into place.”

“If they don’t reach out, I’m all in favor of a lazy day. We haven’t had one of those in a while so that’s my vote.” Spot said, stretching his legs out in front of him as he reached out and laced his fingers with Race’s.

Race nodded, squeezing their hands. “If I haven’t mentioned it lately, I’m proud of the life we’ve built. Perfect husband, perfect daughter and dog. Jobs we both love and great friends and family.”

“Sap.” Spot was quick to tease him but squeezed his hand. “I love our life too. Love you Racer.”

“Love you too Spottie.” Race leaned over and kissed him. “What did you bring for breakfast?”

Spot chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s always food with you.”

“Not always.” Raising his eyebrows up and down suggestively, Race smirked. “But I’m hungry for food right now.”

Spot pushed himself off the chair before sauntering into the house and returning with the white bag from earlier. “I got a couple of different things - didn’t know what you would be in the mood for.”

“Thanks snookums.” Race opened the bag, pulling out a cinnamon twist donut before taking a bit. “When do you work next?”

“Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday this week.” Spot drug through the bag taking out a donut. “Plums is working Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday with me so it’ll be a good couple of shifts.”

“Kenzie in daycare Wednesday and Friday?” Race inquired trying to keep the schedule fight.

Spot nodded. “Yea. You’ve got what seven weeks left of the school year?”

“I think. Days are starting to blend together.” Race sighed. “I’m just ready for summer.”

“We’ll have to figure out what we’re going to do. I have a couple of weeks of vacation that need to be used up before September.” Spot gave him a look. “Maybe we can head to the mountains or a beach. She’ll love the water.”

Race nodded. “Maybe Kat, Jack, Al, and Finchie would want to do something, at least for a few days.”

“That’ll be fun. We know how much Kenz loves Addie.” Spot grinned, thinking about the trouble the two would eventually get up to, as the two were only 4 months apart.

Race groaned. “No talking about the two of them growing up. They’re 5 and 9 months old and that’s all my poor heart can take.”

“Calm down papa bear. She’s still our little girl and Addie is still our little niece.” Spot squeezed his hand. “But I do love your idea of making it a family affair. Maybe momma and Smalls would want in.”

Race relaxed in his chair, thinking about all the adventures they would have ahead of them. With Spot and Kenzie by his side, he was content and happy. A thought popped into his head as a sly grin crossed his lips. “So, uh, Spottie . . . wanna tell me how you’re such a ripped dad?”

Spot threw his head back laughing before reaching over and shoving Race’s shoulder. “I could but you wouldn’t be able to keep up with me.”

“Is that a challenge?” Race raised an eyebrow in a warning.

Spot snorted loudly. “Race you complain when you have to walk to the mailbox to get the mail - no way you’re running 45 minutes with me.”

“I can kick your ass boxing.” Race gave him a look as Spot sighed. “Want me to reserve the ring for next weekend?”

Picking up Kenzie, Spot gave him a look. “Sure and we can see who’s king of the ring. You’ll always reign supreme running circles around me but I might be able to take you in the ring.”

“Keep up with the trash talk . . . we’ll see who’s still standing and who will get the bragging rights.” Spot gave him a knowing look.

Race held out his hand as Spot interlocked his hand with Race’s with a grin. “You’re on.”

He watched Spot tickle their daughter’s belly as a shrill laugh escaped her mouth. She pushed at his hands as he looked down on her fondly. “Hey Spottie?”

“Yea Race?” Spot looked up from their daughter with a smile on his face.

“If I haven’t said it, you’re a really good dad. I love watching you two interact.” Race said as a fond smile crossed his face.

Spot leaned over and kissed Race. “You’re a really good papa with her. We make a pretty good team, huh?”

Race nodded, reaching over and tickling Kenzie’s stomach as the girl looked at her dads with a gummy smile. In Race’s book, there was no better place he’d rather be than on their front porch with his husband and daughter.

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[dancerlittle006]

It’s been a long time since I’ve put fingers to keys. I’ve had some amazing cheerleaders here on Tumblr who have helped me get out of my writer’s block and actually put pen to paper. As always, feedback is most appreciated!

Warnings: cursing

Prompt: my neighbor’s at my door asking if everything is alright because it smells like something is burning and I was only trying to cook for once and this is embarrassing but they decided to help me fix this mess.

The fire alarm blared as he opened the open to check on the chicken. Smoke billowed out as a cuss word escaped his mouth. Between the blare of the alarm and the choking smoke, his heart beating loudly in his ears as the panic started to creep up his back.

Grabbing the pot holders, he reached into the oven, grabbed the glass pan, dropping it on the stovetop with a groan. “Great.” He muttered, shaking his head as he made his way over to the blaring smoke alarm.

Waving the pot holder in front of the blaring alarm, he sighed as silence enveloped the apartment.

The silence was interrupted by a hurried knock on his front door. Another groan escaped his mouth as he tried to figure out who could be on the other side. Mrs. Wilson was a crotchety old woman who lived two doors down from him and always tried to bring him stale cookies and always told him he could stand to “eat a bit more”. Or it could be the cute boy who moved in the month before. Albert didn’t want to get his hopes up but he was praying that it was the latter rather than Mrs. Wilson.

Walking over to the door, he hurriedly yanked it open as the cute stranger quickly lowered his arm. Albert pushed a sheepish grin onto his face as he leaned against the door jam. “Hi!”

“Everything okay?” The cute boy asked, raising an eyebrow in question. “It smells like something is burning and those fire alarms do tend to blare pretty loudly.”

“Just trying to attempt to cook dinner.” Albert scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “Sorry about the disturbance.”

The cute boy smirked. “I’ve seen food being delivered at all hours of the day. Why mess up the system you so clearly have down pat?”

“Do you have a name? I can’t keep calling you cute boy in my head. And for your info, I was told by a very important person to quit wasting my money on takeout and learn how to cook.” Albert shrugged. “Clearly it didn’t go well.”

The cute boy chuckled, shaking his head. “Cute boy, huh? It’s Thomas but all of my friends call me Finch. And for the love of everything holy, don’t quit your day job. Also, if you need help, I could help you - that’s kind of my job.” Finch rambled on as a smirk crossed Albert’s face. Finch grinned, shifting his weight to hold out his hand. “And cute neighbor boy, what’s your name?”

“Name is Albert, but a lot of my friends call me Red.” Reaching over, he put his hands in Finch’s, shaking it. “If you’re offering, I’d love some assistance.”

Pushing open the door wider, Albert waved his hand as Finch slipped past him. “So what were you attempting to cook that ended in this disaster?”

“Chicken - thought a nice meal of chicken, mashed potatoes and broccoli. I wanted something that reminded me of home. Didn’t know this whole cooking thing would be so hard.” Albert groaned. “Why do you enjoy it so much?”

Finch chuckled, leaning against the cupboard. “It’s relaxing and you can create a good meal and afterwards appreciate your hard work.”

“Whatever you say.” Albert rolled his eyes as Finch rolled up his sleeves and quickly washed his hands before raising an eyebrow in Albert’s direction. “What are you in the mood for? I’d say your chicken isn’t salvageable.”

Hopping up to sit on the countertop, Albert smirked, giving him a challenging look. “What’s your favorite meal to make?”

Reaching to open the cupboard next to him, Finch chuckled. “Well, now I know why you like to order food in so frequently.”

“Grocery stores scare me. They’re overwhelming.” Albert shrugged. “And most of the time I don’t know where half the items I’m searching for are located within the store.”

Finch nodded, continuing his search for whatever was going on in his mind. “Make sense. That’s why I use a grocery app to get food delivered - problem solved. But you don’t have much here. Let me go grab some supplies from my place and I’ll be right back.”

Albert watched him walk out of his apartment with a shake of his head. He tried to figure out what the hell had just happened and if his life had just changed for the better. Before he could move, Finch was back with some items in his arms, dropping them on the counter to Albert’s right.

“Now where are your pots and a strainer?” Finch asked, looking over at Albert.

A wicked grin crossed Albert’s face. “Why do you assume I have pots and a strainer?”

“Well in my search, I found a zester so if you have that fancy piece of equipment, I’m assuming you have pots and a strainer, smartass.” Finch raised an eyebrow. “Now where do you keep them hidden?”

Pointing to the cupboard below his hip, Albert smirked watching Albert crouch down, ruffling through the cupboard for the requested items. “So . . . uhhh do you have a significant other?”

Filling the pot with water, Finch snorted. “That’s the best conversation starter you could come up with?”

“I mean, I hate awkward silence so yes.” Albert defended. “My brain is all mushy since you’ve taken over my kitchen. So . . .”

Finch put the pot on the stove with a nod of understanding. “Painfully single for the last three months. I had a bad breakup which left me searching for a place. You?”

“No, I haven't had one for a while. Constantly looking though.” Albert grinned, eyebrows raised. “So, what are you making me for dinner?”

Finch rummaged through the cupboard again, coming out victoriously with a grater. “Figured you can’t go wrong with mac and cheese . . . unless you’re allergic to cheese or wheat?”

“Nope and nope. You’re good there. But I am allergic to shellfish.” Albert grinned, as a phone dinged with an incoming text. They both moved to look at their phones. Albert groaned, letting his head hit the cupboard behind him.

“Duly noted. You okay over there?” Finch said adding some salt to the pot watching lazy bubbles bubbled in the water.

Albert threw his phone down on the counter with a sigh. “Big family to do this weekend that I’m slightly not looking forward to.”

“Big family?” Finch asked, opening the box of noodles before pouring them into the boiling water.

He nodded, flipping through the photos on his phone before stopping at a family photo, showing it to Finch. “Adopted family. Jack and Race are my older brothers. Romeo is my younger brother and Smalls is the only girl and my younger sister. Jack and Race’s significant others will be there as well. It’s pure mayhem and craziness.”

“Wow big family. Any nieces or nephews?” Finch asked, quickly stirring the noodles before turning the heat down slightly. “Also, make yourself useful and grate the cheese.”

Albert grabbed a plate from the drying rack before starting to do what he was told. “Jack and his wife Katherine have a little girl named Emmie and they’re pregnant with their second; they’re not finding out the gender because they want to be surprised.” Albert rolled his eyes. “Race and his husband Spot are in the process of adopting a little girl named Noelle. They’re hoping to finalize the adoption in the upcoming weeks. So it’s even more mayhem with littles around.”

“That’s gotta be fun. It’s just me and my younger sister so there’s not much mayhem when we all get together.” Finch shrugged, watching Albert for a second. “I don’t even want to ask but you do have butter in the fridge, right?”

Smirking, a chuckle escaped Albert’s mouth. “Yes, I have butter and milk as well for your info.”

“So when you referenced that a very important person told you to stop wasting your money on take out, who were you referring to?” Finch asked as he drained the noodles in the strainer before dumping them back into the pot. He quickly grabbed the milk and butter from the fridge before adding a bit of both to the pot as Albert dumped the cheese in.

“That would be my sister-in-law, Katherine.” Albert said with a roll of his eyes. “She stopped by last week and couldn’t believe all of the takeout containers in the trash and fridge. One hastily worded text message was sent to my momma and I got a strongly worded lecture on how I’m 25 and should be able to cook and fend for myself.”

Finch threw his head back laughing loudly, taking a brief pause from stirring the mac and cheese together. “Well, I’m 26 and I get the lecture all the time about dusting and vacuuming.”

“So you feel my pain.” Albert exclaimed with a grin. “But I’m thankful for all that momma has done and will happily take her strongly worded lectures on any given day, even if they’re a lil intense and leave me a little bit frightened for my life.”

Finch nodded, and with a final stir, he clapped his hand together. “Alright, I think this is ready. Bowls?”

Albert grabbed two from the drying rack. “Alright, here’s the truest test - fork or spoon?”

“Spoon, why kind of heathen do you think I am?” Finch exclaimed as Albert shook his head.

“The kind that uses a spoon in mac and cheese rather than a fork.” Albert deadpanned, giving him a look as he drew out both a spoon and a fork from the drawer. “You’re an absolute heathen and I’m almost ashamed to know you.”

Finch dished some up in each bowl with a smirk, handing one to him as he grabbed the spoon from Albert’s hand. “Almost ashamed? You mean our beautiful friendship might live to see another day?”

“I mean, we’ll see how you did with the mac and cheese but I’d say this could live to see many days, weeks, and possibly years.” Albert said, stabbing several noodles with his fork before putting them in his mouth. He wasn’t ashamed that the most ungodly moan escaped his mouth. “Holy shit, this is amazing.”

Finch laughed, spooning some into his own mouth. “Want to amend your words about keeping me around?”

“How about you go on a date with me first and we’ll see where things go from there?” Albert raised an eyebrow in a challenge.

Finch nodded. “That can be arranged. What are you doing tomorrow night?”

“Apparently not getting take out and going out with you somewhere?” Albert bit back, before stabbing additional noodles and continuing to eat.

Finch grinned. “It’s a date.”

Thank you for reading! Many thanks to @cutesiewooren for being the ultimate cheerleader! So what did you think? If I was to continue this, what would you like to see? Any feedback would be lovely and would make my day!

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[dancerlittle006]

Welcome to the World, Little One

This is a continuation of my “Life in the ER” series. To catch up on the series, you can click here. This is the story behind baby Kelly's birth.

Warnings include: cursing, hospital, needles, mentions of surgery, blood, pain, and the emergency room.

July 5, 2020 4:00pm

“Do you boys need anything before I take off for the afternoon?” Plums tossed a chart on the counter, giving Albert and Spot a glance, leaning against the counter, rubbing her heavily pregnant belly.

“Pizza, beer, cheetos, need I go on?” Spot raised an eyebrow, grinning at Plums.

She leaned over and swatted him, cursing her big belly for getting in the way. “Smartass. Do you need anything related to the job?”

“Nah I think we’re good.” Albert said with a grin. “When do you start maternity leave?”

Kat looked around the busy room, feeling comfortable with the constant beeping of monitors and the quiet murmurs of conversations around her. Looking between the two, she sighed. “Not soon enough. I’m working until this baby comes.”

“Have you figured out names yet?” Spot asked, knowing that was a hotly contested debate between Jack and Katherine.

Sighing, her eye caught the clock as she shook her head. “We’ve got middle names figured out but a list a mile long with first names. We figured we’d see them first before figuring out a first name.”

“Can we know? Are you telling people?” Albert leaned forward, full display of puppy dog eyes on display.

A commotion at the bay doors caught their attention as Kat grinned brightly. Jack walked over to where she stood, leaning over to kiss her before shaking hands with Spot and Albert. “Afternoon boys.”

“You’re not letting her drive, huh?” Spot asked, looking at his brother-in-law with a grin.

Kat sighed while Jack nodded. “He took away my driving privileges thus he is my chauffeur now.”

“So what was with the serious looks when I walked in?” Jack asked, mimicking his wife’s stance.

She grinned. “They were asking me if they could know the middle names we picked out.”

“I don’t care. Share if you want.” Jack shrugged as Spot and Albert both turned to Plums with their puppy dog eyes.

Kat smirked. “Charlotte and Robert and that’s all you’re getting from me. Ready, Jack? See you tomorrow boys.”

And with that, the two of them headed out of the hospital, leaving Spot and Albert grinning at the desk.

Soon there were several ambulances at the door, causing Spot and Albert to spring into action, busy for the rest of the afternoon.

8:00pm

Leaning back in his chair, Spot sighed loudly. He was eight hours into his 12 hour shift and the last four hours had been a nightmare with more gunshot wounds and a heart attack victim than a normal night. This was the first time he was able to sit down and catch his breath. Hearing his stomach growl, he looked over at Albert, who was sitting next to him charting.

“Wanna go grab some food? I’m starving.” Spot pushed back his chair and stood, not waiting for Albert to follow suit.

The two headed towards the cafe, each lost in their own thoughts. They broke off, each getting their own food before meeting up at the table. “I feel like I haven’t even gotten to talk to you today - why does the day after fourth bring all the crazies out?”

“Because people think they’re suddenly smarter after drinking and partying and celebrating the birth of this country!” Albert explained dryly as he savored his mac and cheese.

Pointing his spoon at Albert, he didn’t get to say what he was thinking as Michelle, another nurse in the ER, skidded to a stop in front of their table. “Plums was just brought in. She’s in labor.”

Pushing back from the table, Spot and Albert both stood, quickly throwing their trash away before following Michelle back down to the Emergency Room. Spot took a deep breath before pushing through the doors, not knowing what was waiting for them on the other side.

“Spot, Albert, Plums is in Bay 3 getting checked out.” Romeo pointed out. Spot gave Albert a nod before heading in that direction.

Ducking through the curtains, he smiled seeing Jack and Plums along with several doctors and nurses around her. “Spot!”

Jack’s head quickly turned to him as Plums yelled out, holding out the hand that Jack wasn’t holding. He quickly was at her side, leaning over and kissing her already sweaty forehead. “Hi Spottie. Michelle said you were down at the cafe.”

“Yeah . . . it was the first time Al and I could get away to eat something.” Spot said, reaching over to clasp Jack’s hand with a grin. “But I hear we’re on baby watch now.”

Plums sighed, squeezing both his and Jack’s hands as a contraction hit. “That’s what they tell me.”

Jack pressed a kiss to her forehead before looking over at Spot. “Can you call Medda, Race, and Smalls and let them know?”

“Do you want them to come down?” Spot asked, raising an eyebrow at them. “Do you want me to call your parents?”

Jack looked at Kat with a grin before quickly nodding. “Tell them they can come down. I’ll call my parents later - you guys don’t need to be dealing with them. Are we heading upstairs?”

Spot looked over his shoulder at Dr. Smith, grinning at them. “We will be moving you upstairs shortly. We’re going to do a quick exam to see where you’re at then we’ll get you upstairs. Do either of you need anything?”

“Ice chips and an epidural.” Kat grinned, raising her eyebrows at her colleague.

“Slow your roll, Plums.” She grinned. “I’ll get your ice chips but let’s see how far along you are before I order an epidural.”

Spot chuckled at Plums expression before pointing out in the hallway. “I’ll just go make those phone calls.”

He quickly made the phone calls to Smalls and Medda before dialing Race’s number. “Spot, hey what’s up?”

“You need to get down to the hospital. Kat and Jack are in and Kat’s in labor.” Spot said, walking over to the nurse’s station and taking a seat.

“Did you call momma and Smalls?” Race asked.

Spot smiled. “Yeah, I called them first. Just make sure you get here quickly - I don’t have any details yet. Just that they’re in the ER, probably being moved upstairs.”

“I’m on my way. Do you need anything?” Race asked as Spot paused.

Spot watched Dr. Smith make her way out of Plums’ room. “Can you bring me a change of clothes? Sweatpants, hoodie, and tennis shoes. Might want to bring a deck of cards or a board game. I have a feeling we’re in for a long night.”

“Okay. I’ll see you in a bit, Spottie. Love you.” Race said as Spot echoed the words back to him.

Walking back to room, Spot entered Plums room with a grin. “Race, Smalls, and Medda are all on their way - I told them they’d be moving you upstairs.”

“I’m 6 cms along and they’re going to be moving me upstairs in the next few minutes.” Kat grinned.

“That’s good to hear.” Spot grinned. “I’m going to go make some rounds but I’ll send the crew up when they get here.”

Kat looked at him, reaching over to grab his hand. “You’ll be up there?”

“I wouldn’t miss it.” Spot promised, squeezing her hand and grinning before pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Do you need anything?”

Holding up her cup of ice chips, she grinned. “I’m all set. Go see your patients and we’ll see you upstairs.”

“Love you too Plums.” Spot grinned, blowing her a kiss before walking out of the room.

Stopping at the nurses’ station, he grabbed two charts, flipping through them as Albert gave him a long look. “Everything okay with Plums?”

“She’s six cms dilated and they’re about to move her upstairs. But Race, Smalls, and Medda are on their way so can you keep an eye out for them?” Spot asked as he grinned.

Albert nodded. “Let me know where they move Plums and I’ll send them up.”

“Sounds good.” Spot smiled before heading towards the hub of the ER to make his rounds.

Thirty minutes later, after catching his replacement up with what was going on in the department, he was back sitting at the nurses’ station, taking a moment to himself. “You okay?”

Looking up at Albert, Spot nodded. “Just taking a moment to myself. Didn’t think this night would go this way.”

“Plums got moved up to maternity, room 1184.” Albert smiled, clicking a few things on the computer. “I sent Race, Smalls, and Medda up about twenty minutes ago. Race asked about you.”

Spot grinned. “Of course he did. Alyssa’s here so I’m heading up. Did you let Finch know?”

“Not yet but now that I have a moment to breathe, I’m going to text him.” Albert held up his phone, giving Spot a grin. “We’ll both be up when I’m off work.”

Spot grinned. “From what Race texted, they’ve got us in a private waiting room. It looks like they want to keep the noise levels down.”

“Thanks, Spottie. I’ll be up there soon.” Albert promised, looking up from typing on his phone.

Spot slapped the countertop before making his way over to the elevator before pressing the up button. He texted Race that he was on his way up. Watching the elevator open up, he quickly entered before pressing the 11th floor button.

Soon he was walking off the elevator, looking for the waiting room where his family was. A nurse grinned at him. “Well lookie what the cat drug in? Mister I don’t do babies.”

“Haha, Alicia. It’s good to see you too.” Spot grinned. “Where’s Plums’ family?”

She pointed down the hallway. “We put them in the private room, just down there. Plums is in 1184. I take it you’ll be heading to the waiting room before going to her room?”

“You got it in one.” Spot grinned. “It’s good to see you Alicia. You should come back down to the ER every once in a while.”

She laughed. “And why would I do that? It’s nice and quiet up here.”

A yell came from one of the rooms as Spot raised an eyebrow in her direction with a smirk. “Sure.”

He waved at her before walking down the hallway to the private waiting room. He pushed open the door, peeking his head in. He grinned walking into the room, letting the door close gently behind him. Medda looked up, a grin crossing her face. “We were wondering when you’d get here.”

“Sorry momma, had to wait until my cover got here so I could get her up to speed.” Spot smiled, letting himself get pulled into a hug. Smalls quickly pulled him into a hug before Race hugged him before placing a kiss on his lips.

“Have you checked in on Jack and Kat?” Race asked, bouncing on his toes, eager for news.

Spot shook his head. “Not yet. I thought I’d check in with you guys before going to see them. Do you guys need anything?”

“No, I think we’re good. The nurse has been in here a couple of times checking up on us.” Race grinned. “Why don’t you go check up on them and let us know what’s going on?”

Spot kissed Race once more before leaving the room. He walked down the hallway before pausing in front of the room. He sighed, before walking into the frenzy of the room. He hung back, watching the nurse and the doctor look at the sonogram machine as they ran the doppler across Kat’s stomach. “Katherine, we need to prep you for emergency surgery - you have a Prolapsed umbilical cord and right now we need to get you down to surgery to save both you and the baby.”

With that, the room came alive and soon Katherine’s bed was on the move as Spot and Jack ran behind him. “What’s going on? What’s happening to my wife?”

“Spot, Jack.” Kat cried as they pushed the bed through double doors.

The nurse put her hand up, stopping both men in their path. “You can’t come in here. You’ll have to wait out here.”

Jack watched the nurse walk through the double doors as he carted his hand through his hair, turning to look at Spot, pain, worry, and frustration across his face. “Spottie . . . what’s wrong? What’s happening? Is our child going to be okay?”

Spot pulled Jack into a hug, letting his brother-in-law collapse into tears. “Shhh, Jack. She’s going to be okay.”

“And the baby?” Jack asked, looking up at him with worry in his eyes.

“Do you want it straight?” Spot sighed, leading him over to a set of chairs, looking at Jack dead in the eyes.

Jack collapsed into one before looking at the ground, nodding. “Yeah.”

“Katherine had something called a prolapsed umbilical cord, which is when the umbilical cord drops through her cervix into the vagina ahead of the baby.” Spot sighed. “It can be dangerous for the baby and that’s why the emergency surgery is necessary.”

Jack sighed, throwing his head back against the wall. “Can you go in there with her? I don’t want her to be alone.”

“I will try.” Spot said, pulling out his phone and shooting off a text to Albert and Race, letting them know where Jack was. “Let me see if they’ll let me in there but you have to stay out here.”

Jack nodded, as another round of tears fell down his face, worry evident across his face.

Spot glanced behind Jack at the closed doors before giving him a hug, slapping his hand to his shoulder before walking through the doors. He quickly scrubbed in, throwing on a surgical mask, before looking in the big bay window. “Spot, you can come in.”

He walked into the room and grinned behind his mask at Dr. Smith. “Thank you. I know this is unusual but . . .”

“I figured you’d weasel yourself into this room.” She nodded to him. “Stay up by her head - reassure her and soon we’ll have a baby party.”

Taking a seat on the stool, he reached over and kissed Kat’s forehead. “How are you doing, Plums?”

“Ready to have a baby.” She grinned, looking over at him, worried evident in her eyes. “How’s Jack?”

Spot sighed. “He’s out in the hallway. The family is on their way down to be with him. He’s kinda freakin’ out, Kat. But I told him everything will be alright.”

“Thanks, Spot.” Kat grinned, eyes bright. “Thank you for being there for both of us.”

“There’s no place I’d rather be. Now what do you think you’re having? Final bets.” Spot smirked, as she laughed.

“Jack thinks boy but I think a girl.” Kat sighed, wishing it was all over so she could see her husband and baby. “What do you and Race think?”

Spot laced his fingers with hers giving them a squeeze. “I think girl but Race can’t make up his damn mind and keeps changing. Yesterday was a girl but today was a boy. I think he’s just ecstatic that he’s going to be an uncle and doesn’t really care.”

“That’s what everyone keeps telling me. I’d be happy with either.” Kat smiled. “I just can’t wait to hold them.”

Spot pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You’ll do that in a few minutes.”

True to his word, while gripping her hand, a cry rang out through the surgical room. “Congratulations, Katherine, you have a healthy, beautiful baby.”

Kat looked at him with tears. “Will you go make sure they’re safe and healthy?”

Nodding, Spot stood walking over to the bassinet as they weighed the wrinkly mess of a baby. It was the sweetest sight Spot had ever seen. Just as he turned to tell Kat the gender, monitors started blaring. “We’re losing her.”

Spot abandoned the baby, sitting next to Katherine, leaning close to her ear, his heart pounding rapidly. “Dammit Plums, you better pull through. Jack and your baby need you!”

The next few seconds were tense as the team worked on her. Spot whispered a prayer under his breath as he held tight to her hand, squeezing it every few seconds. Finally the monitors stopped blaring and a collective sigh sounded through the OR. “Get a few bags of O+ blood and get them hanging. She’s good for now but not out of the woods.”

Spot looked over at Dr Smith as she took off her mask. “Spot do you want to introduce this peanut to the family? We’re going to get her down to recovery.”

Unable to speak, he pressed a kiss to Kat’s head, promising he’d be back before standing. Clearing his throat, he looked up at the team. “What are the baby’s stats?”

“Seven pounds, eight ounces, 22 inches long, born at 10:15pm on July 5.” Dr. Smith smiled, handing over a blanket wrapped baby with a blue and pink striped hat on its head.

The team quickly moved Kat into the recovery room. Dr Smith hung back, giving Spot a look. “Once you tell the family, bring the baby and Jack back to recovery.”

He nodded as he pushed through the door of the OR, before walking down the hallway, precious cargo in his arms. “Now baby there’s a lot of people waiting on meet you, but your daddy especially.”

He pressed a kiss to the baby’s forehead before pushing through the double doors, eyes searching for Jack. Race caught his eye first, as he reached over and nudged his brother. “Jack, look.”

If the situation wasn’t so tense, Spot would’ve laughed at how hard and fast Jack’s head snapped up. He staggered to his feet as Race steadied him as they made their way over to Spot with Medda, Smalls, Albert and Finch behind them. “How is she?”

“First things first, Jack, I’d like to introduce you to your daughter. She was born at 10:15pm and she’s 7lbs, 8oz and 22 inches long. She’s got your lungs.” Spot said as Jack peered into his arms and a smile crossed his lips.

The group crowded around Spot to look at the precious baby in his arms. “She’s precious and adorable.”

“C-can I hold her?” Jack asked, clearing his throat. Spot would’ve laughed but it got strangled in his throat.

Nodding, Spot steered him over to the chairs. “Sit down first - it looks like you’re going to fall over.”

Once he was situated, Spot placed the baby in her father’s arms with a grin. “There you go - you look good with a baby, Jackie.”

Jack ran his finger over her hands and face before looking up at Spot. “Thanks. How’s Kat?”

Spot sighed, the weight of the situation catching up to him. “She lost a lot of blood but they’re giving her a transfusion. We’re just waiting on her to wake up. When you’re ready, I’ll take you both back to recovery.”

“But she’s going to be okay, right? I can’t lose her.” Panic was evident in Jack’s voice as he looked at Spot.

Spot bit his lip. “I’m not going to lie - she’s got a tough few days ahead of her but if anyone can pull through, it’s Plums. You have to believe in that Jack. She’s strong and she’ll be yelling at you soon enough.”

Nodding his head, he looked at his daughter before looking over at Medda. “Momma, wanna hold your granddaughter?”

Medda laughed, holding out her hands as Jack expertly transferred the baby out of his and into hers. As soon as Medda had her, Jack pulled Spot into a hug, tears and worry melting away as the two embraced. Spot rubbed Jack’s back as the last two hours frustrations, worries, and scariness came pouring out in tears. Soon Race and Albert embraced the two of them, causing Spot to join in the tears.

Soon Spot tried to step back, wiping his eyes as he looked at Jack. “You okay?”

“Yea.” Jack sniffles, wiping the remaining tears from his eyes. “Thanks.”

Spot grinned. “Anytime. Do you have a name for your daughter?”

“Kat and I had it narrowed down to two. Can we wait until she’s awake?” Jack bit his lip, worry stretched across his face.

Spot nodded. “Of course. I’ll let Dr Smith know. Do you want me to take you back to Kat?”

“In a few minutes. Your husband is getting antsy about holding her.” Jack smirked, watching Race bounce beside Medda. “I’ll grab her if you want to settle Race.”

“Give me the hard job? I see how it is.” Spot complained before looking at his husband. “Race come ‘ere.”

Race left Medda’s side before joining his husband. “Spottie, our niece is freaking adorable. Can we have one?”

“Slow your roll, Race. One step at a time.” Spot gave him a look. “Come sit down beside me.”

Race obliged, immediately lacing his fingers with Spot. “I’m so proud of you - have I told you that lately?”

Spot looked at Race, who’s eyes flowed with sincerity and love. “You haven’t said that lately but what brought this on?”

“Just seeing you walk out here confidently and holding everything together, even though I’m sure you wanted to curl up on the couch and cry your eyes out from exhaustion and fear.” Race leaned over and kissed him. “I love you and am so proud of you for being there for Kat, Jack and our niece.”

Spot swiped at his eyes as additional tears fell down his cheek. “Damn you Racetrack. Making me cry but I love you too.”

“Sap.” Race chided, before leaning over and kissing him. “Now what’s the plan?”

Spot sighed, lowering his voice as he watched Smalls hold the baby. “I’ve got to take the baby and Jack back to recovery then we’ll see what Jack wants to do. He’ll probably want to stay the night so we might need to go get him some clothes and anything else he may need.”

“Do you want to change before you go back?” Race asked, motioning to the duffle bag that was shoved under the chair.

Biting his lip, Spot shook his head. “Eventually, yes but I’m letting Jack dictate what he wants us to do. I think as soon as he sees Kat, it’s going to come crashing down on him. She’s going to be moved to a room in about an hour so you guys will be able to visit.”

“Momma and Smalls said something about going home but Albert and Finch will stick around. I’ll be around for as long as you are.” Race laced their fingers together as Spot gave him a small smile. “Jack needs to call her parents.”

Sighing, Race shook his head. “Is he gonna be up for that?”

“Who knows. Maybe momma will do it.” Spot suggested, knowing Medda had the patience of a saint.

Soon Jack had made his way over to where they sat, baby girl in his arms. “Baby girl, these are your uncles. You already met your Uncle Spottie but this is your Uncle Race and he’s going to spoil you rotten.”

Spot grinned, watching Jack expertly pass the sleeping baby to his brother. Race went still as he adjusted the baby in his arms. “Breathe Racer. We don’t need you passing out. She’s asleep and not looking to wake up anytime soon.”

“Look at your doling out the dad advice already.” Spot smirked as Jack collapsed into a chair beside him. “You need to call Kat’s parents.”

“Momma said she would do it as soon as you came up with an update.” Jack said, sighing while running a hand over his face. “She’s going to be okay, right Spot?”

Spot nudged him with a small smile. “She lost a lot of blood during the c-section so her body is in shock. Once everything regulates she should be awake and fine. She’s tough. Do you want to go back and see her?”

“You’ll stay?” Jack asked, a subtle pleading in his eyes.

Spot nodded. “Race and I aren’t going anywhere. We’ll hang around as long as you want us to. Finch and Albert might as well.”

“Let me see if I can wrestle my daughter back from Race and we can go check up on her mom.” Jack said pushing himself up from the chair before standing in front of Race. “Time’s up Race.”

Looking up from whispering with the baby, Race groaned. “I’m not done telling her all of the secrets.”

“You’ll have the next 18 years to do that.” Jack rolled his eyes, a chuckle escaping his mouth. “Hand her over.”

Spot watched Jack take back the baby before going over to talk to Medda and Smalls as Albert and Finch ventured over to Race and Spot. “What’s the plan?”

“I’m going to take him back to Kat. Race and I are hanging around until he kicks us out.” Spot shrugged.

Jack stopped at the group. “Momma and Smalls are heading out - Finch, Albert don’t hang out, go home. Come back tomorrow. We’re just hanging out until Kat wakes.”

“Will you text us updates?” Albert asked, looking between Spot and Jack.

Nodding, Jack smiled. “Absolutely. Thank you both for being here.”

“As if we’d be anywhere else.” Finch shook his head, pulling Jack and the baby into a gentle hug before Albert did the same. “Let us know if you need anything. You can only eat so much hospital food.”

Nodding, Jack smiled, watching them walk down the hallway before turning to Spot and Race. “Can Race come back with us?”

Nodding, Spot watched Race pick up the duffle bag before motioning them to follow him. Tapping the badge reader with his badge, the door opened and he led them down a hallway before stopping at the desk. “Hey Alicia, have they moved Plums yet or is she still in recovery?”

“They’re getting ready to move her. I don’t know if she has a room number yet.” Alicia said, clicking a few keys on the keyboard. “Looks like she’ll be in her original room - 1184.”

“Thanks Alicia. Will you let Smith know we’re heading that way?” Spot grinned.

Walking down the hallway, he looked at his watch and yawned loudly. He looked at Jack and Race. “You’re the only four people that I’d be up this late for.”

Jack and Race laughed as Spot stopped in front of Kat’s door. “Do you want us to go in?”

Jack nodded, adjusting the baby in his arms. Spot pushed open the door as a nurse gave him a bright smile. “Spottie it’s good to see you.”

“Hey Helen, this is Kat’s husband Jack and brother-in-law, Race. How’s our girl doing?” He asked, eyes on the monitor she was hooked to.

The nurse fiddled with something before giving the men a smile. “All her stats are good. We just need her to wake up. Do you guys need anything? Food, drinks?”

Spot looked at Jack and Race, both who’s eyes were glued to Kat. “I think we’re good now but I’ll let you know if that changes. But could you bring some formula, little miss is going to need to eat soon.”

She nodded and without another word, she left the room, only to return a few minutes later with the premade bottle. Spot grinned at her as she left them alone. “Jack, Spot, take a seat. We’ll be here for a while. Do you want me to take her?”

Jack handed the baby to Spot before collapsing into a chair next to Kat’s bed grabbing her hand, before whispering to her.

Spot sat down, cradling the baby as he got Race’s attention. “Race, go sleep on the couch. You look like you’re gonna collapse.”

“What about you?” Race looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m a master of sleeping in chairs.” Spot grinned. “I promise I’ll wake you if anything should happen but Jack’s gonna crash within an hour. Little miss and I will hang out while everyone sleeps.”

Race flopped on the couch. “You need to sleep too, Spottie. Are you working tomorrow?”

“Nope, I'm not scheduled again until the 8th. Go to sleep Racer. I’m going to put a little girl in the bassinet and go change.” Spot stood, did that before escaping to the little bathroom to change.

Opening the door, he surveyed the room. Light snores were escaping Race’s mouth as he slept on the couch while Jack was slumped over the bed, clutching Kat’s hand while he slept. Checking on the baby, he smiled seeing her puckered lips as she snoozed. Settling himself in the chair, he scooted himself down so the back of his head rested on the back of the chair and let his eyes close, the comforting beeping rocking him to sleep.

Hours Later

Cracking open an eye, he heard something shift in the room. Letting his feet drop from where they were propped up on the bed, he quickly stretched, groaning as his muscles loosened from the awkward position they were stuck in. His eyes quickly moved around the room. His niece, husband, and brother-in-law were all sound asleep. The door was still shut so it couldn’t have been a nurse. Looking up at bed, he grinned seeing movement.

Pushing himself off the chair, he walked to the other side of the bed and grinned at Kat. “Welcome back. How do you feel?”

Her eyes fluttered open as she took in her surroundings. “Sore. What happened?”

“You lost a lot of blood, they had to give you a blood transfusion. We were just waiting for you to wake up.” Spot grabbed her other hand, giving it a squeeze.

Her eyes flew up to him. “And the baby?”

“Sound asleep, like her daddy and uncle.” Spot grinned. “Sorry, these two are making all kinds of racket.”

She smiled, reaching over running her hand through Jack’s hair. “It’s fine. How worried were they?”

“They were pretty worried. I didn’t find out until afterward since I was with you.” He grinned. “Do you want to see your little girl?”

Her eyes lit up and she nodded. Spot quickly adjusted her bed before walking over to the bassinet and picking up the little girl, who stretched before settling down. “Here you go, mommy Kat, your little girl.”

Once Kat and the baby were settled, Spot walked around the bed to rouse Jack. Crouching down, he put a hand on Jack’s back before rubbing it gently. “Jack, hey Jack.”

Groaning, Jack lifted his head to look at Spot. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, Kat’s awake.” Spot whispered as Jack’s head flew up and looked at his wife and daughter.

Stepping back, he let the three of them have a moment while he went to rouse Race. He crouched beside Race’s head, running his hand through his hair. Race hummed before a groan was released from his lips. “Spottie, stop.”

“Hey, hey. Kat’s awake.” Spot murmured while looking between Race and the new family on the bed. “She just woke up and is meeting her daughter.”

Race’s eyes popped open, looking between his husband and the bed. “She okay?”

“She said she’s sore but other than that she’s fine.” Spot grinned. “I should go let them know but I’ll be right back.”

Pushing himself into a stand, he grinned at Kat and Jack before motioning to the door. “Hey Spot?”

“Yeah Kat?” He paused in his step with a grin.

“Thank you for everything.” She gave him a look as he nodded. “Jack was just telling me everything.”

Redirecting his steps, he headed to the bed, leaning over and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Anytime, I know you would’ve done the absolute same for Race and me. I’m going to let the desk know you’re awake. Do you need anything?”

“Coffee?” Kat grinned as Spot shook his head.

“I’ll check but I’m guessing you already know the answer to that one.” He gave her a look as Jack and Race both laughed. “But I’ll get you three some.”

Quickly letting the desk know that she was awake, he returned to the room with four coffees before collapsing into a chair with a sigh. “So I’m very happy that you’re awake, but I’ve got to know. What’s our girl’s name?”

“So Jack and I decided we were going to wait until the baby was born before actually deciding on a name as we had it narrowed down to two.” Kat grinned, looking up at her husband. “So, Jack are we going with A or M?”

Jack looked at his daughter with a smirk. “You know I always leaned towards A so I’m voting for that name.”

“Uncle Spot and Uncle Race, may I introduce you to Adelin Charlotte Kelly, Addie for short.” Kat looked between her daughter and the three most important men in her life. “What do you think?”

Race grinned. “It’s perfect. A perfect name for a perfect little girl.”

Jack leaned over, first pressing a kiss to his wife’s forehead before dropping one on his daughter’s cheek. “Welcome to the world, Adelin Kelly.”

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A request came from AO3 from Firecracker_Newsies to see more from my Leaving story. This takes place about 8 months before Leaving but you don’t have to read it to understand what’s going on here.

Warnings: cursing.

“So why am I currently looking at your smug mugs? You were quite vague over the phone.” Jack sat in his usual booth at Jacobi’s, looking over at two of Spot’s friends.

“Have you noticed anything differently with Racetrack lately?” Hotshot bit back, giving the Manhattan friends a look.

Jack looked over at Albert. He shrugged his shoulders, not really understanding where this meeting was going. “Not really sure where you’re going with that question but he’s still the loveable idiot we all know and love. What do you potentially know that we don’t? Is it Conlon?”

“Ding ding ding, give the boy a cookie.” Itey replied sarcastically as Albert grounded his fist into his palm, glaring at the other boys.

Jack held up a hand, concern written on his face. “Just spit it out. What’s going on?”

Hotshot looked over at Itey before letting his shoulder fall. “Racetrack and Spot have gotten awfully close and almost are never seen without the other. You think somethings up with them?”

“You two are worse than a couple of gossiping girls.” Albert hit the table with a laugh. “Spot and Race are best friends. There’s nothing going on between them.”

Itey and Hotshot raised their eyebrows in unison. Itey laid his hands on the table, leaning forward to look between the two. “Okay then tell us what you make of this - I stopped over the other day, and the two of them were sitting awfully close to one another on the couch.”

Albert threw his head back and laughed, loudly, catching a few other patrons’ attention. “Apparently you haven’t been paying attention these last few years because you’d know that Race is the most touchy feely person ever and he’s extremely close to any of us; that’s not just reserved for Conlon.”

“What about the almost kiss we witnessed?” Hotshot dropped that bombshell as Jack and Albert’s jaws dropped. “What do you have to say about that?”

“What kiss?” Albert asked, raising an eyebrow.

Itey snorted. “The almost kiss happened about a week ago when we showed up at their apartment unannounced. When we shut the door, they sprung apart but they were so close to kissing.”

Jack ran his hand through his hair, sighing. “So you’re saying that they’re together?”

“Not exactly.” Itey was careful with his words. “There’s definitely something there.”

Albert sighed, looking between the three at the table. “So what’s the game plan? Do we confront the two of them?”

“They’re going to see it as an ambush.” Hotshot sighed.

Jack’s hand slapped the table. “Not necessary. Text Spot that you need him to come down here, make something up. If you’re right, Race will be by his side and he’ll come with Spot.”

“You may be onto something Kelly.” Hotshot grinned, pulling out his phone and firing off a text. “Let’s see if he takes the bait.”

A few seconds later, his phone rang, causing the four to look at one another. Hotshot sighed before answering the phone. The three listened to the one sided conversation before the phone was dropped to the table. “He’s on his way down here. Might as well order food while we wait.”

The four quickly ordered while they waited for their friends to show up. Just as the plates were placed on the table, the front door of Jacobi’s was thrown open and Spot and Race entered, huffing as if they had run to the restaurant from Brooklyn.

“You said it was an emergency.” Spot huffed, stalking over to the table before looking at the four. “Yet, you’re here eating like it’s no big deal. What gives?”

Itey grinned, popping a french fry into his mouth. “The gig’s up Conlon. Time for you and Higgins to come clean.”

Albert and Jack simultaneously facepalmed, causing Race to throw his head back and laugh. That was one way to do it, Jack thought, though probably not the best way. “What gig? Higgins, you know what they’re talking about?”

“I have a clue, based on my best friends’ reactions but this is between you and yours.” Race said, reaching over and stealing a fry off Albert’s plate before dragging a chair over to the table.

Spot crossed his arms, looking way more intimidating than usual as he stared down Itey and Hotshot. “Speak.”

“We know something is going on with you and Race.” Hotshot spoke up, raising an eyebrow, looking between Race and Spot. “So spill.”

Race leaned back in the chair and grinned. “Spottie, I’m going to leave this one with you.”

“Thanks asshole.” Spot gave him a look before sticking his tongue out at Race. “So what do you want to know?”

Itey leaned forward, he looked at Spot. “Are you and Race together?”

Spot’s eyes went wide as he looked over at Race, who failed to hide the grin stretching across his lips. “What makes you ask that?”

“Are you going to continue to ask questions in response to my questions?” Itey raised an eyebrow, in Spot’s direction. “You’re avoiding my question, Spottie. So I’m going to ask you once more. Are you and Race together?”

Spot sat back in his chair and sighed. “I have one question before I answer. Do you guys just sit around all day and gossip? It’s not like you four are even friends.”

“No but the four of us care deeply for the two of you and want to make sure you’re happy.” Hotshot spoke up, giving his best friend a hard look.

Spot smirked, leaning forward in his chair to look at the four around the table. “Awww, I’m so touched that you care about us.”

A hand slammed on the table causing the patrons to jump. Race and Spot looked at Jack, who slammed the table. “Spot, quit the dramatics and just fuckin’ tell us. Are you and Race together?”

Race reached over and laced his fingers with Spot’s, giving them a squeeze. “Yes, Spottie and I have been together for the last month. We were waiting for you guys to notice.”

“Wait, you weren’t hiding it?” Albert asked, eyes widening in realization.

Spot shook his head. “Nope. We were just waiting for you idiots to realize what was happening.”

“If it was any other announcement, you two would have thrown a damn party. But for this, you just let everyone wonder in the dark.” Jack shook his head, glaring between the two of them. “The confusion is all because of you two idiots.”

Spot squeezed Race’s hand with a grin. “We are idiots.”

“Glad you agree with us.” Jack laughed, nudging Race’s shoulder affectionately. “Love you, Race. We just want you two to be happy.”

Nodding, Race chuckled, stealing a few fries off of Jack’s plate. “Now can we drop the dramatics and just get back to normal business.”

Jack turned and looked at Race. “First, quit stealing my french fries and second, what normal business are you talking about?”

“The Jets first game of the season . . . we gonna win or lose?” Race threw out as a small debate started among the table.

Spot squeezed Race’s hand as a grin crossed both of their faces. It felt right that their friends all knew and were supportive of the two of them.

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More Hearts Than Mine - Part III

I do not own anything that is familiar to you - songs, characters, etc. This is the next part of the story. Enjoy!

This is the third and final part of this series. If you'd like to catch up on the previous parts, see below.

Part I Part II

October 5

Hearing a noise in the dark, her eyes shot open. Looking over at the clock, she groaned seeing 6:30 flashing back at her. Groaning again, she knew she wasn’t going back to sleep. She got out of bed before quickly getting dressed before carefully opening the door and walking down the stairs. She saw a light in the kitchen before heading that way.

“Katherine, good morning.” Medda sat at the kitchen table, gripping a coffee cup with a bright smile. “Coffee’s over there. Come join me.”

Quickly making a cup, Kat smiled, taking a seat at the table across from Medda. “Are you usually an early riser?”

“I’m the only one . . . that lot upstairs won’t be up until 8 or later. My boys are notorious for sleeping in, they have often been late for important events, including Jack’s graduation from high school.” Medda smiled. “Are you?”

Shrugging, she gripped her mug a bit tighter, a grin fighting to cross her lips. “There are times I can sleep until noon and other times I’m up at 6. I don’t always sleep well when I’m in a new place.”

“Most of my kids are that way too.” Medda sympazied. “But I did hear you handled Fluffy like a charm.”

Kat’s eyes went wide as she heard Medda’s words. “How do you know that?”

Medda laughed, loudly. “Katherine, you’ll quickly find out that there isn’t much that goes around this house that I don’t know about. The boys will answer to Jack before answering to me. I told them before you and Jack arrived that if they pull anything, they’d have to answer to Jack the me.”

“It was innocent . . . honestly.” Kat smiled, taking a sip of her coffee. “I had a ball python growing up so it didn’t phase me.”

Medda gave her a look. “But the principal is still there . . . my kids wanted to scare you and test your strength. And from what I saw last night, you’re a part of the family now.”

Katherine’s eyes went wide at her words. “Really?”

“You not freaking out at the snake was one thing. But you playing soccer with Albert then joining a game of chase, you’re in and they now consider you a part of the family, just like Spot, Amelia, and Finch.” Medda smiled. “And I consider you part of the family as well.”

Kat took a sip, trying to figure out what to say next. “Sorry, I don’t really know what to say to that.”

“You don’t have to say anything, dear.” Medda reached over and patted her hand with a chuckle. “I’m just saying that you’re part of the family now.”

With a knowing smile, Medda sat back in her chair and watched her son’s girlfriend. Katherine gripped the coffee cup a bit tighter before looking up at Medda with a smile. “Can I tell you something?”

Medda nodded quickly, taking a sip of her coffee, waiting for Katherine to say something. “The house I grew up in wasn't great. My mother passed away when I was 15 and my dad, though he is a newspaper tycoon, most nights he was found to be in the bottom of a whiskey bottle. He never hit me or my brothers but he was so far removed from us, that I don’t consider him my father anymore. I couldn’t wait until I got accepted to college and moved out. The only thing that sucks is that my brothers are still living at home.”

“I’m so sorry about your mother and your father. But your brothers have a great sister who looks out for them and protects them.” Medda smiled sadly. “You’re with Medda now and now you’ve got someone to look out for you, while you’re looking out for your family.”

Reaching up, Katherine hastily wiped away the tears that had clouded her eyes. It had been so long since someone was looking out for her, until Jack, now Medda, had come into her life. “Thank you, Medda. You raised one hell of a son and I’m so thankful to have him and now you, in my life. Thank you for raising him to the man he is - I’ve never met anyone like him. Cares more for others around him than himself yet he’s so ambitious in his pursuits.”

“You’re welcome Katherine. And from what I see, you’re perfect for him.” Medda smiled, tilting her head slightly.The smile on her face was one as a proud mother. “It sounds like the crew is up. Warning, they’re a bit rowdy in the morning and the bickering will start as soon as their feet hit the stairs.”

Kat chuckled. “Sounds like my brothers. They’re the same way.”

“How old are they?” Medda asked, listening to doors slam above her.

“They’re 9, 14, and 17. My brother Ryan is joining me at school in the fall. My younger brothers are going to be moving into my aunt’s house beginning next fall, with the option of me gaining guardianship of them when I graduate college.” Katherine smiled, looking over her shoulder to see Jack shuffling down the stairs with a loud yawn.

Medda shook her head at her son. “That’s great, Kat. You’re still going to be in their lives, no matter what happens. Has Jack met them?”

“Not yet . . . they know about him but I haven’t brought him home yet. We’ll probably do that in the upcoming weeks.” Kat admitted with a grimace, knowing how much she had been debating about going home. “I think I’m more afraid of what will be waiting for me.”

Pushing back from the table, Medda leaned over, patting Kat’s shoulder before giving her a motherly look. “Talk to Jack about it. He’ll be there for you.”

Nodding, she watched Medda walk into the kitchen, opening up the fridge to grab the eggs, milk, and cheese just as Jack made his appearance beside Kat. “Morning, Kat. Morning momma.”

Kat grinned up at Jack as he leaned over and kissed her good morning. “Morning Jack. How are you?”

“Good . . . had a kid or two sleeping on my floor this morning.” Jack said, as Medda looked up from the eggs she was cracking open. “I had to dodge the bomb yard that my room has changed into.”

Medda sighed loudly, shaking her head. “I told them they had to clean up your room before you came home . . . I’ll add that to their punishments.”

“Do I dare ask what their other punishments are?” Jack asked, raising his eyebrow in his mom’s directions.

Medda gave him a look. “I told them they couldn’t pull any fast ones on Katherine and yet Fluffy found her way onto her bed yesterday afternoon. So I told them they had to deal with you and me both.”

“Can I decide the punishment?” Jack asked, a big grin fighting to cross his lips.

Medda wavered for a minute. “I think Katherine should be involved in the punishment. She’s the victim in this situation.”

Slowly, Kat’s eyes went wide at Medda’s suggestion. “You want me to figure out the punishment for Charlie and Albert?”

“You can be involved.” Jack grinned, reaching over to put his hand on his girlfriend’s shoulder. “Wanna help me out, Kat?”

Nodding, she grinned before biting her lip. “I’d love to.”

Soon the topic was laid to rest, with a plan in mind as footfalls were evident on the stairs as two voices started bickering. Jack sighed, shaking his head. “I can’t say that I haven’t missed that. It’s eerily quiet in the dorms in the morning.”

“You’re welcome to come here and I’ll trade you for the weekend.” Medda shook her head fondly. “I don’t know if I can recall what silence is.”

“I thought silence usually means something is wrong.” Race asked, coming into the kitchen, leaning against the counter, giving his brother and Kat a look.

“In your case, yes it does. But for the majority of the population, it’s a good thing.” Jack quipped back, giving his brother a look. “Why were you on my floor this morning?”

Race’s face dropped as he gave his older brother a look. “Geez . . . I’ve missed you okay, contrary to popular belief. Felt like indulging in one of our favorite traditions but I see you’re a mister big shot college hotshot and don’t want to do that anymore . . . I see how it is.”

“I miss when you wouldn’t talk in the morning, only communicating in a series of grunts and motions.” Jack said, standing from his chair. Before Kat or Medda could say anything, Jack pulled Race into his arms and started a series of noogies and roughhousing.

“Boys, if you’re going to roughhouse, take it outside. I don’t feel like going to search for dining room chairs today to replace the broken ones you will break.” Medda called, hand on her hip and a spatula pointed at the two. “Now if you’re done, come grab plates and silverware and set the table. Katherine, do you need more coffee?”

Standing from her chair, Katherine filled her coffee cup, watching the two brothers playfully shove each other as they set the table. Soon the rest of the family joined them, as Medda mentally counted the bodies. “Smalls is missing . . . is she still asleep?”

“She was yelling a few minutes ago.” Henry spoke up with a grin. “She was yelling at Romeo.”

Medda looked at her older kids before landing on Jack. “WIll you go get her?”

Nodding, Jack walked up the stairs, yelling all the way up. Katherine shook her head, taking another sip of her coffee. “Sorry it’s so loud here in the morning.”

Looking at Charlie, Kat grinned. “I’ve got three younger brothers so it’s not just your house that’s loud in the morning. My brothers are fighting just as soon as their feet hit the ground running.”

“Princess of the family?” Albert asked, leaning back in his chair to look at Katherine.

She scoffed. “I thought that might’ve been evident last night as I kicked your butt in soccer? Nah, I was never the princess.”

“Pffft . . . you didn’t kick my butt in soccer last night.” Albert shook his head. “That must’ve been in your dreams, princess.”

Race chuckled. “Nah, I remember her doing a sick ball trick, dribbling it between your legs before making a sweet goal.”

“Betrayed by my own brother.” Albert shook his head, shoving Race, who had just taken a sip of orange juice before spraying it across the table.

Katherine did all she could at the moment and just laughed, thanking her lucky stars that the pancakes and bacon weren’t on the table yet. “You’re disgusting Racetrack. Albert, sulking isn’t a good look on you.”

“Katherine, you’re officially a part of the family. I deem it so.” Charlie exclaimed, grinning watching the scene play out. “You’re welcome back here anytime.”

“Well that’s good to hear.” Jack said, coming around the table with Smalls on his back, the girl’s eyes still closed. “Alright Smalls, time to unload. Momma’s making pancakes and bacon.”

The girl’s eyes popped open with a laugh as Jack set her on her chair before sitting in the chair to Kat’s left. “What did Kat do to earn a place in the family?”

Charlie spent the next few minutes clueing in Jack on what transpired while he was upstairs. While that was happening, Kat felt a nudge from her right, looking over at Smalls with a grin. “Mornin’ Kat.”

“Mornin’ Smalls. How did you sleep?” Kat asked, taking another sip of her coffee with a grin.

The girl nodded before biting her lip as if she was nervous to ask something. “Good. Can I ask you something?”

“Of course you can. What’s up?” Kat said, turning so she faced the girl as the entire table came to a standstill at their exchange.

Smalls immediately noticed, giving each of her brothers a mean stare. “Mind your own business, geeze.”

Waiting until the table went back to their own conversations, Smalls gave Kat a look. “Can you braid my hair? Jack said that you usually wear yours in braids and you’re really good at it.”

“Yes, I can. What kind of braids do you want in your hair?” Kat asked, catching Medda’s gaze as she put a plate of pancakes on the table. Medda winked at Kat with a grin.

“Can you do French braid?” Smalls asked with a grin.

Nodding her head, Kat smiled. “Of course, that’s usually how I braid my hair. How about you take a shower after breakfast then we’ll braid your hair?”

“Perfect!” Smalls grinned, watching Medda put the plate of bacon on the table before taking a seat.

The next few minutes was havoc as everyone grabbed for the various breakfast items on the table. Kat sat back and just watched everything with an amused smirk on her face. “You better grab something before it’s all gone.”

Dodging Smalls arm, she quickly secured herself a pancake and three strips of bacon before sitting back in her chair, satisfied with what she obtained before digging in. She felt Jack nudge her side before looking over at him. All he did was grin at her. Warmth spread through her at the subtle gesture from her boyfriend. Though it was subtle, it meant the world to her.

“So what’s everyone’s plans for today?” Medda asked as a hush descended on the table. She held up a hand, warding off everyone talking at once. “I know we have Al’s soccer game, there was something about some of you wanting to do something else. Anything else?”

Kat wanted to chuckle, the silence around the table was the most quiet she had heard since she walked in the house yesterday afternoon. “Alright, we’re leaving at 10 for Al’s soccer game then we’ll grab lunch out.”

With that, the table went back to their original conversations while Kat just focused on eating and not getting in the middle of any of the debates.

Before long, the table was cleared, Race and Charlie on clean up duty. Smalls slipped her hand into Kat’s before leading her upstairs. “I’ll go take a shower and meet you back here after I’m done?”

“Sounds good.” Kat agreed, watching the girl shut the door as she took a deep breath and letting it out slowly. Kat grinned, quickly getting dressed. She quickly braided her hair, just looping the ponytail holder as her door flew open. “What the hell?”

“Sorry Ace.” Jack huffed, slamming the door behind him before leaning against it. “Race, Charlie, and Al are all after me - this is the only safe place in the house.”

“Why are they after you?” Kat asked, walking over to where he stood, leaning over and giving him a kiss. “Mmm . . . love you.”

“Love you too.” A wolfish grin crossed Jack’s lips. “They’re trying to figure out what their punishment is going to be.”

Her eyes went wide with a grin. “You didn’t tell them, did you?”

“Not yet . . . figured I’d keep them on their toes during the game and we can execute it later this afternoon.” Jack grinned.

Kat chuckled. “Well, Al’s portion will be this morning. By the way, here are the things that you requested.”

“Perfect.” Jack grinned, leaning over and kissing her again. “Hey, just checking in. Are you doing okay?”

Kat quickly nodded. “Never better. Had a good talk with your mom, told her about my dysfunctional family, Charlie declared me a part of the family, and Smalls wants me to braid her hair. Your brothers are going to want to kill me after this morning. I really, really love your family, Jack. I haven’t felt this comfortable since before my mom died. I kind of want my brothers to meet yours.”

“Oh lives will never, ever be the same again.” Jack chuckled. “I want to meet them, you know.”

She nodded. “I know. I am trying to figure out a good time for us to go out there so you can meet them. Maybe in a few weeks.”

“Sounds good.” He grinned as a soft knock sounded on the door.

“Katherine?” Jack grinned, recognizing the voice as he stepped back from the door, carefully opening it allowing Smalls to enter. “What are you doing in here?”

Jack chuckled. “Checking in on my girlfriend, making sure you crazies haven’t scared her off. What are you doing here?”

“Kat’s going to braid my hair.” Smalls said, holding out a hairbrush and a ponytail holder.

Jack nodded. “I’ll leave you two to it. I’ll go let Albert know his side of the punishment, wish me luck.”

Both girls yelled their well wishes before he quickly opened and closed the door. “Hey Kat? You don’t mind me calling you Kat; Katherine is kind of a mouthful.”

“Of course not. That’s one of my nicknames.” Kat grinned, running a brush through her hair.

Smalls grinned. “I’m glad you’re with Jack. He usually is so focused on helping momma out that he doesn’t usually date. He worked at a local wine and canvas shop in high school that he usually wasn’t around much. But I’m glad he has you and he brought you home.”

“Thanks Smalls. I’m glad I have him too. And I’m glad he brought me home to meet all of you.” She grinned, plaiting her hair into three sections. “Jack mentioned you played lacrosse?”

“Uh huh . . . I’ve been playing it since I was 7. It’s a lot of fun. Do you know much about the game?” Small asked as Kat started to braid the sections.

“No, not really. My cousin plays but I haven’t been to a game in a while. You’ll have to tell me all about it.” Kat said as they heard a “Oh Hell No” come from down the hallway. “I guess Jack told Albert what his punishment is.”

Smalls laughed. “And what’s that punishment?”

“He has to wear a skirt and tank of mine to the soccer field.” Kat laughed as her door was thrown open and an irate Albert stood there holding her clothes.

“I hate you Katherine.” Albert said, pointing his finger at her as she gave him a bright smile.

“Love you too Al. I think you have the legs to pull off that skirt.” Kat said as Race catcalled from behind Albert.

Raising a one finger salute at Race, Al narrowed his eyes at Kat. “And if I choose not to wear this?”

“Then you can join in Charlie’s punishment this afternoon.” Kat said, raising an eyebrow. “You can decide which one will be worse but I’m not telling you Charlie’s punishment.”

Albert sighed. “So I just have to wear the skirt and shirt to the field, change into my uniform and be done?”

“That’s it.” Kat said, nodding as she looped the ponytail holder around the end of Smalls’ hair.

Al looked at his brother’s girlfriend and younger sister. “Quit laughing, Felicity, it’s not that funny.”

“Yes it is . . . I think you’ve met your match in Kat.” Smalls chuckled, running a hand through her now braided hair. “Thanks Kat.”

With a quick hug, Smalls left the room, leaving Albert in a staredown with Kat. “So what is it going to be, Al? Skirt and shirt or punishment later this afternoon?”

“Ugh . . . you suck. Shirt and skirt.” Al said with another glare before marching off to his room before the door slammed.

Kat grinned, raising an eye at Race and Charlie who still stood in the hallway. “Can I help you two?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Al that mad before.” Race said, eyes wide at the exchange between the two.

Kat shrugged. “He’ll be alright. I’ve got a whole arsenal of punishments from my brothers. That’s not the worse one I have in my stash.”

“And what is?” Charlie spoke up, suddenly nervous about his own punishment coming later in the day.

She laughed. “Wouldn’t you like to know. Just know, never to piss me off.”

“So can I have a hint about my punishment?” Charlie spoke up, looking over at his brother before giving Kat a look.

“Kat don’t give him a hint.” Jack yelled from down the hall. “He doesn’t deserve a hint.”

Laughing at her boyfriend’s antics, Kat shrugged. “Paint, lots of paint.”

“You’re a sucker, Katherine Rose.” Jack said, walking into the room to join his brothers. “You shouldn’t have given him any hints.”

Kat gave her boyfriend a look. “What’s to say that paint is actually involved? Maybe I’m just messing with him.”

And with that, she headed downstairs with a grin, leaving the boys to wonder if she was really joking or not. Stepping off the stairs, she saw Medda in the kitchen and headed that way. “Is there anything I can do?”

“Get the crew moving upstairs?” Medda asked, writing something on a piece of paper stuck to the fridge before giving her a grin. “I heard you’ve caused a frenzy with Al this morning.”

“Punishment - he’s gotta dress in one of my shirts and a skirt to arrive at the soccer game.” Kat’s eyes were bright as she spoke.

Medda laughed. “That’s perfect for him. And Charlie?”

“I’m debating between two of my favorites but I’m having fun messing with him on giving him clues.” Kat grinned.

The older woman shook her head. “I don’t know why I was worried, you’ll fit in just fine around here. Smalls is all happy because you braided her hair.”

“It’s the least I could do.” Kat shrugged as there was noise on the stairs as everyone came down.

“Momma, let’s go! We’re gonna be late.” Al hollered, walking into the kitchen, dressed in the skirt and Kat’s shirt. Both women busted up laughing at the sight of him.

“I didn’t know you would make such a pretty girl, Al.” Medda chuckled as his eyes flew up at Medda.

“Momma . . . this is embarrassing.” Albert whined, giving his mother and Kat a look. “You’re evil Katherine Rose.”

Holding up her hands, Kat chuckled. “Then don’t leave Fluffy’s cage door open anymore.”

“You handled her like a champ.” Albert bit back, sticking his tongue out at her.

“I did but your mom and Jack told you not to pull anything stupid.” Kat argued back, raising an eyebrow at him.

Albert tilted his head, looking at Kat. “We had to see how tough whoever Jack brought home was. Do you ever prank one of your brother’s girlfriends?”

“I haven’t had the opportunity. My oldest youngest brother has his one girlfriend since he was 15 and I love her to pieces.” Kat smiled softly. “She’s going to be my sister-in-law some day.”

Al smiled at that. “That’s sweet.”

“Awww Albert has a heart, never thought I’d see a day.” Race yelled as he made his way into the kitchen to join the rest of the family. Race took a moment to send a catcall in Albert’s direction.

Medda shook her head, looking at her children. “Go get yourselves into the car. Jack, Kat are you driving in your car?”

Jack nodded with a grin. “Yes, we will. We’ll meet you at the field - I’m going to give Kat the dime tour of the town.”

“Okay, we’ll see you at the field.” And with that Jack grabbed Kat’s hand, leading her out of the house and to his car.

2:00pm

The excitement was high with the dramatic win of Albert’s team winning the game. The group went out for lunch, which was just as rambunctious. Kat couldn’t remember the last time she had laughed as hard as she did during lunch. Jack’s siblings were something up and she was glad she had the toes to keep up with all of them.

Now, they were in the backyard, Charlie in a pair of swim trunks while his siblings stood around him trying to figure out what’s going on and where Jack and Kat were. “What did she say again?”

Charlie looked over at Race. “When we got home, all she said was get on some swimming trunks and meet them in the backyard. Her and Jack disappeared and I haven’t seen them since.”

“You nervous?” Al asked, looking over at his older brother who grinned.

Shrugging, Charlie shook his head. “Most of what’s to come, but I’m not nervous.”

“Then why are you shaking like a leaf?” Kat asked as her and Jack came around the corner with a bucket between them.

As they got closer, they dropped the bucket on the ground before walking closer to where Albert, Race, and Charlie all stood. Kat grinned hearing the house door slam shut as Smalls, Medda, Romeo, and Henry come out of the house. “Why are you shaking like a leaf, Charlie?”

“I-I’m not . . .” Charlie cleared his throat, shaking his head. “Can we just get this done and over with?”

“Sure . . . you just need to go stand on the blue tarp and just close your eyes.” Kat said, grinning and raising an eyebrow.

Her and Jack watched Charlie walk over there, cross his arms and waited. Jack grinned, looking over at Kat before picking up the bucket, walking closer to the tarp before dropping it again. Race and Albert, along with the rest of the family walked closer, standing behind Jack and Kat.

Reaching into the bucket, Katherine grabbed a water balloon before lobbing it in Charlie’s direction, watching it splat a brilliant bright blue across his chest. Jack picked one up and lobbed it before a splat of pink hit the side of his head.

“I declare a paint war.” Kat yelled as Race and Albert joined them, grabbing several balloons before lobbing them at their brother, splatters of orange, blue, pink, red, and blue paint scattered the fence and surrounding area.

Squeals of laughter and yelling rang out in the backyard as Kat slipped away, going to stand next to Medda with a peal of laughter. “Sorry that we messed up your backyard.”

“Oh honey, that’ll wash away.” Medda grinned. “Do you see how happy all of my children are? That’s your doing and you have created a memory for them they’ll remember for a long time. And also, you established that you’re not one to mess with.”

Kat smiled, watching Jack tackle Race before Albert, Charlie, Smalls, and Romeo all piled on. Henry yelled before throwing his body onto the pile. Medda wrapped her arm around Kat pulling her close as they both laughed.

Something caught her attention as Jack started towards her and Medda. She caught sight of what he had in his hand, her eyes going wide. “Jackson Francis Kelly . . . don’t you dare!”

Jack laughed, as he ran towards her throwing the balloon towards her. She was quick on her feet, running away from Jack, running towards the bucket to grab the three remaining balloons in the bucket. She quickly made her way to one end of the pool while Jack stood on the other end, with two balloons in his hand. “Are you now scared, Plumber?”

“Of you, never.” She said, bouncing on her toes, looking around the area making sure someone wasn’t sneaking up behind her. “What are you going to do now, Kelly? You’re not walking away unharmed.”

She grinned, looking across the pool at him as Race snuck up behind his brother and pushed him into the pool with a loud battle cry. Kat walked around the pool to stand in front of where Jack was treading water. She crouched down, looking at him with a smirk. “You were getting a little hot headed there Jackie boy. You cooled off?”

“Yes, Kat.” He grinned, swimming over to the side of the pool to where she was. “I love you.”

“Love you too. But your brother loves me more than you.” Kat raised an eyebrow, looking behind her shoulder at where Race was smirking. “Truce?”

He looked at her smirking, before looking behind him at where his siblings stood. Pulling himself out of the pool, Kat’s smirk got wide, if possible, at the wet shirt clinging to her boyfriend’s chest. Kat stood, looking at her boyfriend. Jack held out his hand, waiting for her to slip hers into his. “Truce. Now what are you going to do with those three extra balloons?”

Smirking, Kat turned and lobbed all three balloons at Charlie, Albert, and Race in quick succession, causing all three to squawk at her in protest. Clapping her hands together, she looked at the three. “There, officially your punishment is over from Fluffy. Now don’t forget that I can do anything better than you can.”

“Yeah, yeah princess.” Race threw his hands in her direction as Kat laughed. “I can’t take you seriously, Race, with that pink paint you’re sporting.”

Race laughed, shaking his head. “Well I think you’re a little left out of the family with your paintless shirt, Kat. Troops, assemble.”

Before she could say another word, she was hugged and attacked by the siblings, causing her to throw her head back and laugh as every square inch of her clothing was covered in multiple splatters of blue, pinks, oranges, green, and reds. “We love you, Kat.”

“Love you too, brats.” She said, affectionately rubbing each of their heads before looking over to where Jack and Medda stood, arms wrapped around one another, identical grins on their faces. Jack mouthed “love you” while Medda just nodded at her. She grinned, having no desire to be anywhere other than where she was at that moment - all of Jack’s siblings wrapped up in a massive hug with paint splattered clothes.

That’s the end of what I have planned for this series. If there’s anything else you’d love to see, feel free to leave me a comment. I have a request for Jack’s backstory which I am going to start working on tomorrow and hope to have it posted soon.

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More Hearts Than Mine - Part II

I do not own anything that is familiar to you - songs, characters, etc. This is the next part of the story - you’ll get to meet Jack and the person he’s bringing home with him. Enjoy!

Catch up with Part I Here!

PART II

September 20, 2019

“So I have a question for you.” Jack asked, sliding into a chair across from his girlfriend with a grin.

Kat leaned forward, placing a kiss on his lips. “That depends?”

“On what?” Jack raised his eyebrows, giving her a look.

Kat laughed, picking up her pen, quickly jotting down something on the notebook in front of her. “On where you want to bury the body?”

Jack threw his head back and laughed, loudly, catching the attention of several tables surrounding them. “There won’t be a body to bury. I actually wanted to ask you if you wanted to come home with me to meet my momma and my siblings.”

Kat paused in her actions, slowly looking up from the notebook to see her boyfriend grinning at her. “You want me to come home with you to meet the family?”

“I’d love for you but if it’s too soon, I completely understand.” Jack paused. “I am planning on making a trip back in a few weeks and would love for you to come back with me.”

Kat bit her lip, looking at him. “You have six siblings, right? What makes you think they’re not going to tear me apart? You did mention that you’ve never brought anyone home.”

“They will love you, just as I love you.” Jack said, grinning.

Raising an eyebrow, Kat shook her head. “You’re laying it on thick, Kelly. I don’t know . . .”

“Come on, what do you have to lose?” Jack said, lacing his fingers with his, giving them a squeeze.

Sighing, she leaned back in her chair. “When do we leave?”

October 4, 2019

Relaxing against the seat, she watched the scenery pass by as a Gavin DeGraw song came on the random playlist Jack had put on. “So you said that you had something you wanted to tell me on the way.”

Taking his right hand off the steering wheel, Jack reached over and laced his fingers with hers. “You’re the first person I’ve brought home, but I told you that already. Medda adopted me when I was 14 years old. Racer and I were adopted together, we’re brothers by birth. Medda added Albert and Charlie a year later with Smalls two years after that. My siblings can be rough, hellions even, especially when new people are brought around. Just . . . don’t hold anything against them.”

“Did you tell them you were bringing me?” She asked, biting her lip.

It was Jack’s turn to bite his lip. “Not exactly.”

He yelped as her hand hit his shoulder. “Jack! You’re not making it any easier. Don’t you think telling them you’re bringing me home might help the situation a bit?”

“I was just too excited that you actually said yes that I didn’t exactly think things through . . .” Jack admitted with a grin. “They’re going to love you when they meet you.”

She was hesitant, giving Jack’s hand a squeeze. “If you say so.”

“There’s one more thing you should be aware of.” Jack started, squeezing her hand back. “Momma is special. She tends to adopt anyone that walks through the door. Just know that if something happens with us, which I’m not advocating for by the way, she would be even more devastated and feel like one of her children ran away from home.”

She raised an eyebrow, shifting in her seat. “So are you telling me that we can’t break up because it will break your momma’s heart?”

“Uh huh . . . there’s one thing you never wanna do and that’s make Medda angry at you.” Jack shrugged.

“I take it you’re talking from experience?” She quipped, as a grin stretched across her face.

His silence was all the answer she needed from him. “What did you do to piss your momma off?”

“There’s too many times to count.” Jack grinned, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. “I was the problem child, it’s a wonder she continued to adopt after me and Racer.”

She raised an eyebrow, grinning. “That explains so much . . . what kind of problem child? I mean, should I be worried?”

“I may have been caught stealing once and ran with a rough crowd.” Jack shrugged. “It was a rough two years when I was teenager but Medda was firm and loving and managed to turn myself around. Though, there were many times I thought she would kick me to the curb but she never did.”

“So tell me about your siblings.” She shifted in her seat, eyes bright with excitement, despite her nerves at meeting his family.

A smile crossed Jack’s face as he reflected on his mismatched family. “What do you want to know about the hellions?”

“Should I be afraid that you call them hellions? Just whatever you want to share.” She shrugged, knowing they still had a bit of time ahead of them.

The song changed on the playlist she had picked when they first got in the car. Jack grinned listening to “The Last Song” by All American Rejects.

“Nah, we’re all a mismatch group - we’re all misfits that create a pretty amazing family. Anthony is 17 and my half brother. We call him Race or Racer but he’s the sweetest kid, even though he can be a pain in the ass at any moment. Kid’s got a mouth on him that Momma and I have been trying to curtail but it’s not taking much. He’s dating Sean, better known as Spot. They’ve been together for the last two years but have been friends for as long as I can remember. Charlie and Albert were the next two that Medda adopted - Charlie is a sweetheart with an evil streak. He’s our practical joker so be on the lookout, though Momma probably gave them the ‘don’t do anything stupid’ talk already. And Albert, he’s super smart but doesn’t really apply himself, rather just cruise through school. Albert is a wicked good soccer player and it’s pretty cool to watch him out on the field. His boyfriend, Finch is the goalie and the two of them are pretty incredible - they’re already talking scholarships for college.” Jack paused, shaking his head at the older of his younger siblings.

“They all sound pretty remarkable.” She murmured.

Nodding, Jack grinned. “They all are. Now for the younger three. Smalls is our only girl in the family but don’t let that fool you. She’s tough as nails, despite being a natural girly girl. She plays lacrosse and is damn good at it. She’s ruthless at it and it’s pretty cool watching her fight on the field. She’s a sweetheart and mostly always gets her way due to being the only girl. Romeo is our flirt but he’s harmless. He’s charismatic and energetic and really good at school, despite him being bored most of the time. He’s in a gift program at school and he’s a wicked good artist - he puts me to shame sometimes. And then there’s Henry, our newest brother. He’s four and has the biggest heart - he’s a cuddler, so beware. All of us are huggers, it’s just when you’ve been denied it for so long, you naturally drift to that - Henry never had that trepidation and just loves whoever he comes into contact with - there’s no malice or resentment yet.”

Reaching over, she grabbed his hand, giving it a squeeze with a sad smile. “Thanks for telling me. I’m excited to meet them all. Do you have any pets?”

“Albert has Fluffy, Race has Iggy the iguana, and from what I’ve heard, Smalls has been trying to convince momma to get a dog. The house is already a three ring circle yet momma is considering adding a dog to the mix.” Jack shook his head chuckling at his family.

She raised an eyebrow. “So you mentioned that a couple of your siblings were pranksters - anything I should be cautious of?”

“Momma probably had the talk about treating you like she treated all of them when she adopted us so they should be on their best behavior.” Jack grinned. “You’re tough and you grew up with brothers so I’m sure you’ll be just fine.”

“I just want this weekend to go well and for them to like me.” She whispered, giving him a look.

Squeezing her hand, Jack smiled. “A little advice for this crew?”

“What’s that?” Katherine asked, raising an eyebrow at her boyfriend.

“Don’t let the little things bother you; laugh, a lot, and just talk with my siblings - that’ll go a long way in their book.” Jack smiled, pulling into the driveway of a gorgeous house.

A gasp escaped Katherine’s mouth. “This is your house?”

“Yeah . . . momma was married and divorced ten year ago and from the divorce bought this house and filled it with kids that her ex-husband denied her.” Jack turned off the car with a shrug. “Come on . . . the longer we sit here, the more time they’ve got to plan.”

Getting out of the car, she let her eyes scan the front of the tall dark grey exterior with white shutters. A basketball hoop sat in the driveway along with several scooters and bikes. Hearing the car door shut, she felt Jack’s presence behind her with their bags. “Take a deep breath, there’s nothing to be nervous about.”

“You aren’t about to meet your boyfriend’s family.” She gently teased.

He laughed. “No but I had to sit through dinner with your family and I guarantee this will be much less organized than that was. There may even be a small food fight.”

“Something to look forward to then.” She grinned, lacing her fingers with his with a squeeze before they made their way up the steps just as the front door flew open.

“Momma, Jackie brought a pretty girl home.” Henry, she was impressed that she remembered his name, yelled into the house.

In the next moment, her hand was dropped as Jack was engulfed with hugs from his siblings. Their bags were dropped by the door as he swung a couple of them into his arms. She grinned watching him completely relax in the mayhem as an older woman, she presumed it was his momma, came closer to her. “I apologize for my children, it’s not often they’re away from their brother for this long. I’m Medda, Jack’s mom.”

“It’s very nice to meet you. I’m Katherine.” She grinned as Medda engulfed her in a hug. Looking over her shoulder, Katherine caught Jack’s eye as a giant smile crossed his face.

Jack clapped his hands, as the two women broke apart, both with grins on their faces. “Momma, gang, this is Katherine, my girlfriend. Katherine, this is the crew.”

A light blush crossed her face as she looked at the eight faces that surrounded her. “It’s nice to meet all of you.”

“Wait . . how do you know us?” Smalls piped up, looking between her brother and mom.

Katherine smiled. “Your brother told me all about you . . .”

“Glad you know about us but we don’t know about you.” Race’s sarcasm came out as he looked between the girl and his oldest brother. “Thought we didn’t keep secrets, Jackie.”

And with that, he left the room, pounding up the stairs. A few seconds later, a door slammed. A sigh came over her shoulder as a shorter boy smacked Jack’s back a couple of times before shaking his head. “You knew he was going to bring out the dramatics, Jack. Want me to go talk to him?”

“Nah, I’ll do it, Spot.” Jack walked over to Katherine’s side. Lacing her fingers in with his, she gave it a quick squeeze, as he looked down at her. “Let me introduce Katherine to you all then get her settled and I’ll talk to him.”

The next few minutes were filled with introductions as Kat made small talk with all of them. She found out she had a lot in common with Albert, Charlie, and Spot. She cracked a couple of jokes that caught the attention of Smalls and Romeo. As promised, Henry slipped his hand into Kat’s and hadn’t let go the entire time she talked with Finch and Spot.

“I’m going to show her to her room then we’ll be down, okay?” Jack clapped his hands as she finished talking about her journalism major with Charlie.

Jack grabbed their bags before ascending the stairs. Along the way, he pointed out the kid’s bedrooms before leading her to the guest room, which was adjacent to his own room. “This is your room.”

Pushing open the door, she smiled at the brightly painted buttery yellow room. A bed sat in the middle with a small bedside table and an adjacent bathroom. “You get the best room in the house - you don’t have to fight for the bathroom.”

Putting her bag down beside the desk, she gave the room one more lookover before gasping. In the middle of her bed was a snake, basking in the sunshine. Taking a step forward, she carefully picked up the snake, running a finger, gently over its back. “And who might this be?”

Jack chuckled, surprised by his girlfriend’s gentle nature to the snake. “That’s Fluffy, Albert’s pet snake. You never told me you were comfortable around snakes.”

“It’s a ball python, Jack. They’re harmless.” She grinned, eyes floating over to the doorway where Albert and Charlie stood. “Let me guess, her cage accidentally got left open?”

The two at least had the decency to look guilty as they stepped into the room. “Yeah, sorry about that Katherine. We’ll just go put her back in her cage.”

“She’s sweet.” Kat called after them as Jack pulled her into his arms with a laugh.

He leaned down and kissed her quickly before pulling back. “You just won a buttload of brownie points with them. How about you freshen up while I go talk to Racer? I’m sorry about him, Kat.”

“Don’t be . . . I told you that you should’ve warned them you were bringing me home.” She gave him a look, before pushing to her tiptoes and brushing a kiss to his lips. “Love you regardless.”

“Love you too.” WIth a final kiss, he left the room as she took a seat on the bed and tried to calm her racing heart. Twenty minutes down, the entire weekend in front of her.

She quickly ran a brush through her hair before using the restroom before walking down the hallway trying to find out where Jack went. She heard his voice and followed the direction. Stopping in front of Jack’s room, she smiled seeing Race and Jack sitting on the bed beside one another. “Why didn’t you tell us you were bringing her home?”

“I was nervous . . . I’ve never brought someone home and I didn’t want to hype it up anymore than it needed to be.” Jack admitted. “But I realized it backfired. I’m sorry, Racer. Do you forgive me?”

A quick nod of the head, Race grinned, throwing an arm around Jack’s shoulder. “You mentioned she picked up Fluffy?”

“Without an ounce of hesitation, as if she’s held one her whole life.” Jack said, with a shake of his own head.

“I had a ball python growing up. Her name was Izzy.” Kat took that moment to interrupt the two by leaning against the door. “Hi Race, I’m Katherine. It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too.” He held out his hand for her to shake. She did with a grin. “I’m sorry about earlier . . . it just took me off guard.”

“No worries . . . I did tell your brother he should have told you all but he never listens.” She grinned.

Race’s eyes went wide at her comment. “He never listens . . . it’s one of his most annoying traits.”

“Oh, no. I’m going to regret introducing you two, aren’t I?” Jack said, looking between his brother and girlfriend.

Kat laughed. “I think Race and I are going to get along just fine.”

“Kids, dinner.” Medda yelled up the stairs as a stampede of feet hitting the stairs was heard.

Jack and Race’s eyes went wide as they made their way to the hallway. “First rule of the household, Kat, dinner waits for no one.”

She watched Race run down the stairs as her and Jack took their time. Lacing fingers with Jack, they made their way into the dining room. All Kat could think was it was organized chaos, with all the kids trying to find a spot around the table. Two chairs were left open on Medda’s left, as Jack dragged her in that direction. “We have assigned seats around the table to stop anything from even starting.”

“Quit making us sound like heathens, Jack.” Race called from across Kat with a wicked grin. “You make us sound like we can’t control ourselves.”

Jack raised an eyebrow in Race’s direction. “Need I remind you about the great spaghetti disaster of 2015?”

Various shouts of disdain came from around the table as Kat’s head went from Race’s outrageous face to Medda putting her face in her hands with a groan. “I thought we promised to never talk about that, ever again.”

Jack put his hands up innocently at Medda’s exclamation. “Sorry momma . . . hence why we have assigned seating around this table.”

And with that, spaghetti was scooped onto plates and conversation hushed as everyone began eating. Katherine ate with gusto while listening to everyone talk about their day. Henry ran an animated discussion about preschool dramatics while Smalls just shook her head at her brother. “Thought you were allowed to be around Avery after you put paint in her hair?”

Henry at least has the decency to look guilty. “Well . . . that was last week. Monday was a new week.”

“Wait . . .” Jack held up a hand, looking around the dining room table. “Henry James, you put paint in Avery’s hair?”

Henry grinned brightly at his older brother. “Well . . . she started it by putting playdough in my milk cup. I had to get her back somehow.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Kat watched Jack bite his lip to hold back the laughter that wanted to escape. “Well that wasn’t very nice.”

“Try having a conversation with his teacher about it.” Medda piped up, giving her youngest a look, while shooting a warning look to her oldest. “So how’s school going Jack?”

Taking a drink of water, Jack shrugged. “It’s going good. Finally got into the groove of classes and homework and balancing everything. I really like my art history class, the professor is really cool.”

“Sounds like a snoozer.” Albert piped up, giving his older brother a look.

“Of course you’d say that . . .” Romeo rolled his eyes at his older brother, before turning his attention to Jack. “Are you studying Monet or Rembrandt yet?”

Jack chuckled at Romeo’s dig at Albert before shaking his head. “Nah, we’re starting with Da Vinci but we’re going to be studying both of them.”

“Ugh . . . Da Vinci.” Romeo made a gagging noise which caused Kat to giggle at him. “Now talk to me when you’re studying Monet.”

“Alright nerds . . . moving on.” Race gave his brothers a look. “What is the plan for the weekend?”

Six eyes looked between Jack and Medda as Kat did the same. She was just along for the ride for the weekend. “Albert’s got a game tomorrow morning that I figured you’d want to go to Jack but other than that, there’s nothing planned.”

“I want to show Kat around a bit at some point but we can play that by ear.” Jack shrugged, looking at his girlfriend. “We can go to Al’s game . . . you know, Kat played soccer in high school.”

Albert’s eyes lit up at that. “What position did you play?”

“Center Midfielder.” She grinned. “My team went to state and lost in the final game in overtime, penalty kicks.”

Albert whistled slowly, shaking his head. “Tough break. I usually go outside after dinner to kick around in the backyard, if you want to join me.”

“I’d love to. Your brother doesn’t know how to kick a soccer ball properly.” She gave Jack a wicked grin before looking across the table at Albert. “He has absolutely no ball control.”

“You’re preaching to the choir.” Race pipped in, looking at Katherine. “There may have been several windows broken because someone has a left foot.”

Jack held up his hands in defense. “I didn’t realize the ball would go towards the house. I was aiming towards the field.”

“What are you even saying?” Kat gave him a look, shaking her head. “I don’t even know the words that are coming out of your mouth.”

Albert, Finch, Spot, Race, and Charlie all busted out laughing at Katherine’s bluntness. “Oh you’ve met your match, Jackie.”

Dinner quickly finished up, and before long the table was cleared before the family headed outside to enjoy the last few hours of the day. All the kids ran out into the big backyard while Jack and Medda hung out on the deck. “I’m so glad you’re home, Jack.”

“It’s good to be home momma. How have you been?” Jack looked over at the woman who had saved his life more times than he could count.

Medda reached out and patted his shoulder. “I’ve been good, busy with the kids, making sure they are all happy and have everything you need. It’s been an adjustment since you went back to school but it seems like we’ve got it all figured out now. But I won’t say that I haven’t missed you.”

“I have missed you too, momma.” Jack smiled. “And funny enough, I’ve even missed the zoo and the antics of everyone.”

She gave him a look. “Only you could call this place a zoo and live to tell the tale.”

“Oh momma, you love me so much more than the others. I’m your first born.” Jack grinned, knowing though Medda would deny it, it was true.

Medda watched Kat and Albert pass the ball back and forth between them. “Jack …. you know I love you all equally but I will say the house hasn’t been the same since you went back to college.”

“Is that a good thing or bad?” Jack asked, not really wanting to know the answer either way.

Medda chuckled. “I’ll let you figure that one out.”

Leaning back in the lounge chair, Jack watched his siblings and friends run around the yard. A game of chase had begun while Kat and Albert continued to kick the ball back and forth, dodging hitting anyone in the process. It was good to be home.

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[dancerlittle006]

More Hearts Than Mine - Part I

As always, I do not own anything that you’re familiar with - Newsies, songs, characters, etc. This is loosely based on the song “More Hearts Than Mine” by Ingrid Andress. This has been rattling around in my head for a while and I decided to sit down and write it. As always, feedback would be wonderful! Warnings: cursing

Race - 17 years old, junior in high school - living at Medda’s Spot - 18 years old, senior in high school Charlie - 17 years old, junior in high school - living at Medda’s Amelia - 17 years old, junior in high school Albert - 16 years old, sophomore in high school - living at Medda’s Finch - 16 years old, sophomore in high school Smalls - 13 years old, 8th grade - living at Medda’s Romeo - 10 years old, 3rd grade - living at Medda’s Henry - 4 years old, daycare - living at Medda’s Jack - 19 years old, sophomore in college

October 4, 2019

“Let’s go! All of you are going to be late!” She hollered, her voice carrying throughout the house. Mornings were always crazy in the household but Medda wouldn’t have it any other way. It was always busy with six foster children running around getting into various amounts of mischief. To say, there was never a dull moment in the house and Medda lived for it.

Standing in the middle of the kitchen, she grinned seeing her children file in, sleep still in their eyes. She narrowed her eyes seeing a yawn escape his mouth. “Cover your mouth, Racer.”

Race looked at her with a grin. “Sorry momma. It’s Friday y'all.”

Charlie snorted, shaking his head. “Don’t matter because we’ve got a Chemistry exam that we’ve gotta get through before the weekend.”

“Don’t remind me.” Race groaned, throwing his head back as Smalls and Romeo joined him at the table.

Medda raised an eyebrow at the two. “Are you both ready for the exam?”

“Study hall right before it.” Charlie grinned, looking over at Race.

She shook her head. “An hour isn’t enough time to cram.”

“At least you don’t have a history exam.” Albert threw himself into a chair giving his older brothers a glance. “I second Charlie’s comment about study hall.”

Henry came running in, yelling about something. Medda raised an eyebrow, looking around the room, trying to see if anyone knew what was up with her youngest. Race, Charlie, and Albert all shrugged while Smalls and Romeo were focused on the bowls of cereal in front of them.

“Hey Henry, cool it.” Albert yelled, grabbing Henry and putting him at the opposite end of the table. “Can’t we have a breakfast in peace once in a while?”

Charlie shook his head, looking at his little brother. “You’re one to talk, Albie. Usually you and Racer are going at each other’s throats and causing a ruckus at breakfast. If we don’t have a quiet one, it’s typically your fault.”

Knowing she needed to squash whatever was happening in front of her before it got out of hand, Medda looked around the kitchen. “Hey remember Jack’s coming home tonight.” Medda called, causing the usual chaos of the kitchen to come to a standstill.

Concerned with the sudden quietness, Medda looked up from the six lunches she was packing. “You guys didn’t forget did you?”

“Uhhh no momma. Didn’t realize it came up so quickly.” Race was the first to recover pushing a bright smile on his face as he looked around at his foster siblings. “When will he be here?”

Medda smiled. “He said about 5, just in time for dinner. Don’t dilly dally tonight. Come home and get your homework done so you don’t have to don’t have to worry about it this weekend.”

“Did he say why he was coming home?” Albert bit into an apple, giving the room a wide glance.

Medda smirked. “As if that boy needs a reason to come home. He did mention he was bringing someone home with him.”

Several pairs of eyes widened at her statement as she levelset with each of her children. “Now listen here you’re going to leave your brother and whoever he brings home alone. No giving him crap or being the normal pain in the butts you are.”

“As if we’d ever do that.” Race’s jaw dropped looking first at Medda before looking between Albert and Charlie.

Medda sighed, pointing a finger looking at her oldest three. “Treat Jack’s guest as I treated you when you first came to live with me. If I hear of you pulling any tricks or pranks, you’ll be answering not only to me but I’ll let Jack deal with you as well.”

“Momma!” Albert and Race yelled, knowing that her threat was real. Between Medda and Jack, Albert and Race could only imagine the punishment they would cook up for them.

She chuckled, watching them shake their heads. “Be nice and be the kids I’m trying to raise you to be.”

“Ugh momma, why do you have to take all the fun out of it?” Race gave her a grin.

Medda grinned. “I’m not ruining your fun. I’m just telling you to behalf like the civilized children I know you to be. Now get going before you miss the bus.”

She quickly handed off the lunches she had packed before pressing kisses to each of their foreheads as she watched them walk out the door. She looked over at the three still sitting at the table with a grin. “Finish up and we’ll leave in ten minutes.”

Taking a sip of her coffee, she shook her head at the kids, knowing that they all loved their older brother dearly. “Momma?”

Looking up from her coffee cup, she looked over at Smalls. “Yes, Smalls?”

“Can we start up the conversation again about getting a dog?” She grinned, looking hopeful at her mother. “You know since Jack’s moved out and he had the energy of a dog.”

The calendar on the fridge caught her attention. “Felicity! Don’t talk about your brother like that. I thought we were going to table that until the summer.”

“Well . . . it’s almost summer,” Smalls grinned, raising her eyebrow in hope. Romeo, and Henry both stopped eating momentarily, looking between their sister and momma. “Come on Momma . . . what’s holding you back?”

“Summer is 9 months away. We’re going to be late if we don’t get a move on.” She gave the four a look. “We’ll table this discussion for when everyone is home and has a say.”

Smalls gave her mom a knowing look. “Because you know what everyone is going to say. Why not just say yes and we’ll tell everyone later?”

“Felicity, car now.” Holding out a lunch bag, she gave her daughter a look before pointing to the garage door. Her younger brothers followed suit as Medda grabbed her purse, keys and her own lunch with a sigh before following them out the door.

11:00am - Study Hall

Flipping open his Chemistry book, he tried to focus on the chapters the exam would cover. Looking across the room, he saw Charlie sitting with Amelia, his best friend since childhood, both of them absorbed in their studying. He sighed, flipping pages but not really paying attention to what he was reading. Feeling someone sit beside him, he picked his head up from his book. “You’ve been quiet all morning, what’s going on?”

Spot Conlon was one that was very protective of those around him and when those in his personal circle were not themselves, Spot Conlon was one to pick up on it immediately. Race often joked he should become a detective after high school.

“Jack’s comin’ home.” Race sighed, running a hand over his curls. “And he’s bringing someone back.”

Spot leaned back in his chair, whistling. “Any info on that person?”

“Momma didn’t know. Just that he’ll be home around 5, in time for dinner.” Race looked at his boyfriend. “I’m excited that he’s coming home but he’s never brought someone home before.”

Spot nodded, having been around the Larkin household since Race was adopted eight years ago. “Think it might be a girl or are you leaning towards a roommate?”

“I just talked to him yesterday and he didn’t mention anything about a girl.” Race sighed. “You know Jackie, he can’t keep his mouth shut normally.”

Biting his lip, Spot sighed. “Knowing Jackie, it’ll all be okay. Whoever this person is, should be more nervous than you.”

“What does that mean?” Race turned in his chair, giving his boyfriend a look.

Spot chuckled. “You and your siblings are an intimidating crew. Y’all look innocent but when you want, you all can be evil.”

Nodding, Race chuckled. “You’re right but momma put the kibosh on that. Will you come over tonight for dinner?”

“Medda alright with that?” Spot raised an eyebrow, giving his boyfriend a look.

Shrugging, Race closed his book with a slam. “She didn’t say anything about no boyfriends. I’m sure Finch and Amelia will be over just like normal.”

“I’ll be there.” Spot agreed. “I’ll text my sis and let her know.”

“Wanna dump all your Chemistry knowledge on me in the next thirty minutes?” Race leaned over, stealing a kiss from Spot with a grin.

Spot smirked. “You’re going to need more than 30 minutes, stud. You’ll need all the help you can get; all of which, unfortunately, I cannot help with.”

“Spottie . . . . please.” Race pleaded, giving him his best puppy dog eyes.

Leaning over, he kissed him, smirking. “Open your book and we’ll see what we can get through before the bell.”

4:30pm

Like any afternoon after school, the dining room table at Medda’s was rambunctious and loud. Nine kids were crammed around the table, each with their homework scattered around them. Medda was standing at the stove, stirring the sauce in the pot while listening to each of the kids talk about their day.

“Homework almost done?” Medda called, raising her voice a bit to be heard over the kids.

Various confirmations came from the table as she looked over at them. “Please put your stuff away and help set the table. Spot, Amelia, Finch, you staying for dinner?”

“If that’s okay, Medda?” Spot called, stuffing his book and notebook back into his backpack.

“Always sugar.” She grinned, raising a silent eyebrow in Finch and Amelia’s direction.

Finch nodded with a grin while Amelia hesitated. “Sorry Medda, mom’s making dinner and wants all her kids home tonight.”

“No worries, Amelia. I’m sure we’ll see you at some point this weekend?” Medda asked, looking at Charlie’s best friend.

She nodded with a grin. “I’ll be around. I’ll see you guys later.”

Several goodbyes were yelled as she made her way out the front door. Medda shook her head at the girl before stirring the pot of sauce on the stove. She had long considered Amelia another adopted child with how often she was over at the house. “So you don’t know anything about this person Jack’s bringing home, momma?”

“If I did, I would tell you what I know.” Medda said, looking between Charlie, Albert, and let her gaze land on Race, who asked the question. “Jack called me up last week and asked if it was alright if he brought someone home with him. That’s all he said. Now, he’ll be here in a little bit, so I need all of your bags put up in your rooms and wash your hands. Smalls, Romeo put plates out. Race and Albert silverware and Charlie cups, please.”

With assignments handed out, the kids scattered. Henry sat at the kitchen counter, swinging his legs, back and forth watching Medda with wide eyes. “What can I do momma?”

Looking at the table being set, Medda smiled. “Henry can you make sure every place has a napkin?”

He hopped off his chair doing as he was told while Medda took a moment to relax in the busyness of the house and thankful for everything that surrounded her.

“You alright, momma?” Albert asked, pausing in his movements of laying down the silverware, looking at her.

She smiled. “Just fine baby. Excited that all my children will be in the house this weekend. How’s that table coming along?”

“Almost done momma.” Race called. “How’s the spaghetti?”

She gave it one more stir before nodding. “It’s almost ready.”

“Momma, Race, Charlie, Albert, Smalls, Romeo, Jack’s home and he brought a pretty girl!” Henry yelled as several eyes went wide and the front door was thrown open.

Quickly wiping her hands, Medda put the towel on the counter before following the kids to the front foyer. She smiled at Spot and Finch who stood back, giving the family some space. Medda couldn’t help but tear up as her oldest walked through the door, holding a hand of a pretty girl, just as Henry had exclaimed.

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[dancerlittle006]

Just a little something I’ve written! Sprace being adorable and Race surprising Spot. No warnings - just our two favorites being absolutely adorable!

“I’m sick of cold weather, so I bought us tickets to Hawaii.” The exclamation was made just as the door shut behind his husband.

Shutting down his laptop and closing it with a slight bang, Spot looked up to see Race’s excited face as he stood in the doorway. “You did what?”

“I’m sick of the 20 inches of snow we have outside so I bought us tickets for Hawaii. We leave on Sunday.” Race grinned, collapsing on the couch beside Spot with a groan. “We’ve always wanted to go so there’s no better time than now to go.”

“There are many things I love about you, Race, your spontaneous nature usually isn’t one of them but I absolutely love you for doing this.” Spot murmured before leaning over and kissing Race. “Why Sunday?”

Shrugging, Race laced his fingers with Spot’s. “Tickets were cheap and you’ve been moaning about how we need to take a vacation so I decided to book it today. We’re there a week - hotel is right on the beach. It’s going to be perfect.”

“There’s one small problem.” Spot said as he heard the familiar jingle of a dog collar. “Who’s going to watch Pepper?”

Race grinned. “I’ve thought about that and Jacks said they would watch her. We drop her off on Sunday before heading to the airport. Any other questions?”

“Yea, what’s for dinner?” Spot smirked as Race backhanded him with a groan.

“I worked all day and you still expect me to figure out what’s for dinner.” Race said, shaking his head.

Spot chuckled. “I wasn’t the one that banned me from the kitchen because in your words ‘I can’t cook worth a lick.’ So, yes, Master Chef, what’s for dinner?”

“Ugh, let me grab a quick shower then I’ll figure it out. Anything you in the mood for?” Race said, heaving himself off the couch before giving his husband a look.

Leaning up to meet him in a kiss, Spot grinned. “Surprise me.”

“You’re killing me, Spottie.” Race yelled as he walked towards their room. “Surprise me . . . ugh I’m signing you up for cooking classes this summer . . . you’re going to learn how to pull your weight around here.”

Chuckling, Spot shook his head as he pushed himself off the couch before making his way into the kitchen. Quickly, he fed Pepper before pulling some things out of the refrigerator and going to work.

Twenty minutes later, he set two plates on the table just as Race made his way from the bedroom with a clap of his hands. “What’s this?”

“I never said I couldn’t reheat things . . . so I present dinner, al la mode by Conlon.” Spot said with a chuckle as he eagerly showed Race their dinner for the night.

Pulling out his chair, Spot scooted it behind Race as he took a seat before draping a cloth napkin over his lap with a flourish. Spot leaned down and kissed him before taking his own seat. “Enchilada bake with a side salad, perfectly fine dinner without any catastrophe.”

“Then why does the kitchen look like it exploded?” Race asked before cutting into the dish and savoring the flavor. “This always tastes better the second or third day.”

“Our kitchen exploded because I’m incapable of doing anything clean. You know I’ve got to create with a grand gesture.” Spot grinned.

Race grumbled under his breath as Spot raised an eyebrow. “What was that, snookum?”

“I hate that we instituted the rule that whoever cooks, doesn’t clean.” Race raised an eyebrow. “Love you for cooking dinner but hate how you leave the kitchen afterwards.”

Leaning over, Spot captured him in a kiss. “Just this one, how about I break the rule and help you clean up the kitchen?”

Race’s eyes lit up at the thought before shaking his head wildly. “Sounds like a plan but no water fight this time . . .”

“COME ON!” Spot raised his voice with a shake of his head. “That was one time and you started it.”

Putting another bite in his mouth, Race stayed quiet, proving Spot’s point. “Uh huh . . .you’re not going to even deny it because you know it was your fault.”

“I plead the fifth.” Race grinned.

Just a little something. Feedback would be awesome and so appreciated!

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[dancerlittle006]

"If I have to choose between my cat and my boyfriend I'm choosing my cat"

“If I have to choose between my cat and my boyfriend I'm choosing my cat.” 

His eyebrow raised, as his eyes slid over to the opposite end of the couch where his current boyfriend sat. “Um . . . hi, I’m your boyfriend and you don’t even have a cat.” 

Race chuckled, looking at Spot. “It’s just a figure of speech.” 

“One that’s not currently your life.” Spot grinned. “Unless you’ve snuck a cat in here without me knowing.” 

Looking under the couch they were on, Race popped back up with a shrug. “I mean, I may have or may not have. You’ll just have to figure out if I’m currently hiding a cat in the apartment.” 

“Racetrack.” Spot shook his head, trying not to laugh at his boyfriend’s antics. “Level with me straight, is there a cat in the apartment?” 

He stretched before standing up, leaving the living room. Spot could hear him shuffling around in their guest room before Race made his way back to the living room. Throwing a reusable bag on the couch beside Spot, Race nodded towards the bag before plopping down on the sofa beside Spot. “No cat yet . . . brought all of the things in preparation but I thought we’d go down to the shelter to see what they have tomorrow.”

“Wait . . . you were serious about adopting a cat?” Spot’s eyes went wide as he looked inside the bag. There was a blue collar, a couple of catnip toys, and a few packets of treats. 

A smile slid across Race’s face. “I mean . . . if that’s what you want to do. I thought we could get a cat before eventually progressing to a dog somewhere down the road.” 

“You know this is a big step, right?” Spot asked, reaching over and lacing his fingers with Race’s, giving them a squeeze. 

Unlacing their hands, Race held up his hand, a gold band sitting on his ring finger. “You mean like this wasn’t already a big step?” 

A smile crossed Spot’s face as he took in the gold ring before leaning over and capturing Race into a kiss. “If you’re ready for a cat, then I’m on board. We can go look at cats in the morning if you want.” 

The squeal that came out of Race’s mouth made Spot wince at the sound but a bubble of laughter escaped his mouth. “Let’s look at the website to see if there’s any that catch our eyes.” 

Holding his phone out in front of them, Race quickly brought up the shelter’s website before navigating to the cat section. Race quickly oohed over a grey and white long-hair kitten named Smokey. “Spottie, look at her . . . she’d be perfect.” 

“You only started looking.” Spot looked at him with a grin. “We’re only bringing one home so you better pick carefully.” 

Race bit his lip but finally nodded at Spot’s words. “Only one?” 

“Only one.” Spot gave him a look, letting Race know that he wasn’t going to be bullied into another cat. 

Letting out a gush of air, Race nodded. “Okay, okay only one cat. Now what kind of cat do you want? Do you have preference?”

And so they spent the next few hours trying to figure out the cat they would be bringing home. 

The Next Afternoon

Race sat on the couch watching Spot lay on the floor, dangling a piece of string in front of a long-hair grey and white cat with blue eyes, named Smokey. 

She was 10 weeks old, abandoned in a cardboard box in front of the shelter with her three sisters. They walked into the cat room at the shelter and she immediately walked over to Race and plopped into his lap, curled up and went to sleep. Spot and Race looked over at each other and knew they were taking the sweet girl home. 

Spot ran his hand over the back of Smokey as the kitten started purring loudly. “Hey Spot?” 

Looking up from the kitten, Spot grinned at Race, raising an eyebrow. “What Race?” 

“You know, you make a pretty gorgeous cat dad.” Race slid off the couch, joining his little family on the floor, stretching out beside Spot, reaching over to scratch Smokey’s chin as the kitten continued to purr. 

“Shuddup.” Spot pushed his shoulder, a light blush on his cheeks. “But let the record show that you’re pretty gorgeous as a cat dog as well.” 

Leaning over, Race kissed him. “We’ve got a pretty cute kitten, Spottie. Smokey’s going to be our pride and joy.” 

“If she messes anything up, she’s your kitten. Other than that, she’s mine.” Spot kissed him again before he could protest. “Capiche?” 

“I thought what mine is yours . . . including the trials and tribulations of Smokey.” Race raised an eyebrow, challenging Spot to protest. “Now, we’re both cat dogs and we’re in this together.”

They grinned, watching the kitten tuck herself into a ball and fall asleep, continuing purring loudly as Race pulled Spot into another kiss, sighing happily. “Love you, Spottie.”

“Love you too, Racer.” He kissed him once more. “Welcome to the family, Smokey.” 

Thanks for sending this in, @cutesiewooren! Smokey’s adoption is based on my baby’s adoption. Smokey joined our family in 2002 and passed away almost two years ago. If you want to see a photo of her, let me know. Feedback would be wonderful! 

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[dancerlittle006]

Just something that’s been rolling around in my head. There’s a few curse words in this one. Just our Newsies being Newsies.

“We can’t just go out and build a snowman at two in the morning.” Finch raised an eyebrow looking at his boyfriend and best friends. The city had been blanketed with 18 inches of fresh snow the day before.

A boys night had turned into a sleepover but none of them had been able to settle down and actually sleep. So the discussion turned to building a snowman at two in the morning. “Why not?”

Finch heard Albert complain, giving him a look, raising an eyebrow. “Because you and Race, have the inability to keep your voices down so you don’t wake the neighbors. At least Spot and I can be quiet.”

“Hey I can keep my voice down.” Race raised an eyebrow, voice rising in protest.

Finch shook his head, grinning. “Way to go - you just proved my point. You can’t even keep your voice low within the house, in the courtyard it’s going to echo.”

“Hundred bucks each that we can keep our voices down.” Race grinned, looking over at Albert who quickly nodded his head in agreement.

Finch and Spot traded glances. “How will we know if you win?”

“Cops don’t get called and you don’t remind us to keep our voices down.” Albert spoke up, grinning.

Spot held a hand out to Race and Albert. “Deal - no cops called and Finch and I don’t have to remind you to keep your voices down and you each get $100.”

Finch quickly shook hands with the two before heading back to the bedroom to throw on appropriate snow attire. Ten minutes later, they reassembled and headed out to the apartment’s courtyard, pushing each other down the stairs with hushed whispers. Finch pushed open the door, holding it open for the other three to slip through before the door clicked with a gentle bang.

Before long, a large ball was starting to form as they rolled it to the middle of the courtyard. Albert and Race started forming a second snowball while Finch and Spot continued working on the base.

Albert stood up and put his hands on his hips, looking over at his boyfriend and Spot. “Ya ready for the next snowball?”

“Way to go dumbass - you owe us $100.” Finch stopped, looking over his shoulder at Albert with a grin.

Spot chuckled softly, patting the base of the snowball. “We should’ve bet how long it would’ve taken them to lose the $100.”

“I probably would’ve said 10 minutes, not five.” Finch chuckled, looking over at Albert and Race who stopped and were whispering to one another.

Slowly, the two dropped the snow in their hands, walking slowly over to where Finch and Spot were. Without warning, Race let out a battle cry before pushing Finch into the snow with Race soon following pushing Spot into the snow. A snowball fight broke out as the four cried happily and rolled around in the snow, trying to avoid snow in their faces.

Before long, they could hear the distant wails of sirens as they all jumped up. Without another word, they all headed back into the apartment, closing the main door behind them as they ran up the stairs to the apartment. Once the door was safely shut behind them, Finch leaned against the door, heaving heavily grinning as he looked at Albert, Spot, and Race.

“So are we wiping the slate clean?” Race pipped up, catching his breath with a smirk.

Finch shook his head. “No you two lost fair and square, twice. Albert can’t keep quiet and the cops were called.”

“Ya lost, suck it up buttercup.” Spot spoke up, giving Race and Albert looks. “Now I think it’s time for bed and leave the stupidity for another night.”

Race and Albert looked at one another, each grinning at the other. “Nah, movie time.”

Finch chuffed. “I’m going to bed. Good night.”

Spot followed him, pausing in the doorway of the hallway. “Keep it down, you two.”

“You won’t hear a peep outta us!” Albert raised a three fingers salute as Race quickly nodded.

Spot bidded them good night before slipping into the guest room as the door clicked shut. Finch finished getting ready for bed before slipping between the cool sheets. Just as he closed his eyes, he heard something. “Damn you Albie.”

Sighing, he rolled over to his side and closed his eyes. He loved his boyfriend and best friends deeply, he thought as he slipped off to slumberland.

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The Wedding of Samantha Anne Kelly & John Emerson Wright - The Many Adventures of Sammi and Race

First things first, I don’t own anything related to Disney or Newsies. Second, this is a continuation of my “The Many Adventures of Sammi & Race” series. You may want to read the others in the series but it’s not necessary!  

May 3, 1922

The wedding was a week and a half away. She had been asked a million and one questions and had to make just as many decisions for the wedding. She had escaped to one of her favorite places within the city, just to take a breather. Between her mom and John’s mom, she had both of them breathing down her back wanting to know every little detail and asking many questions, many she didn’t know the answer to. 

The door cracked open as she whirled around, eyes wide. Relaxing a little, she smiled seeing her dad push open the door, smiling brightly seeing her standing there. “Well your mother owes me money.” 

“How did you find me?” Sammi asked, leaning against the wall giving her dad a look. 

Jack scoffed, walking over to where she was leaning. “You’re my daughter, Sammi. Yous don’t think I don’t know where your or your siblings hidin’ places are. Yous always loved when I would bring you here to visit.” 

“It was all a little overwhelmin’ dad.” Sammi looked over at him. “Things just got too much.” 

Jack laughed, nodding his head. “Is remembered when I married your mom. I was thrown into a room at your grandparents and asked a thousand and one questions. Is didn’t know the answer to half of the questions her parents were askin’.  Is was so overwhelmed but I looked at your mom and remembered why I was stuck in that room. This overwhelmed feeling will go away soon and you’ll be left to marry John. Just keep the endgame in mind and everything will fall into place.” 

“But dad, why does it matter what color the napkins are or tablecloths or even the damn flowers are.” Sammi ran a hand through her hair, pleading with her dad. “I just wanted to marry John without all the craziness.”

“Oh Is remember that.” Jack pulled her into his side, side hugging her tightly. “Your mother is a Pulitizer and she comes from this high class family. Though wes don’t see it often, this is going to be the wedding of the year and she just wants it to be perfect for you.” 

“Will you talk with her?” Sammi pulled out the puppy dog eyes that she didn’t have to use very often but kept them for desperate times. Jack Kelly could resist a lot, but his daughters’ puppy dog eyes were one thing he couldn’t. 

Cursing under his breath, Jack shook his head. “Samantha Kelly . . . it’s already killing me that Is have to walk you down an aisle in ten days; and yet you want me to talk your mother down off a ledge?” 

“Please daddy?” Sammi batted her eyes, giving him a look as he sighed. 

“Fine, I will talk to your mother.” Jack shook his head. “Yous are absolutely awful, Samantha.” 

Leaning over, she pressed her lips to his slightly stubbled cheek. “Thank you and I love you for everything you’ve done for me and John.” 

“Is love you too baby girl.” Jack said, giving her a full hug. “Though Is can’t really call you baby girl anymore, can I?” 

Sammi smiled. “I guess not but I’ll always be your little girl dad. Wanna know a secret?” 

“What’s that?” Jack asked, mimicking her position, leaning against the wall, looking down at the street where all the Newsies were hanging out. 

Running a hand through her hair, she sighed. “I always loved when you would take me to the office. People often think I’m studying journalism because of mom but it’s actually because of you. I used to watch how your drawings would accompany a story and make it pop.” 

Pulling her close to him, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Love you Samantha.” 

“Love you too daddy.” She let a staggered breath out. “Are you sure you’re okay with everything? I mean . . . mom mentioned something about your parents. ” 

Jack knew his daughter was worried about his emotions. The kids had learned about Jack’s upbringing when they were teenagers and had loved how their parents had met and fell in love. “Is been thinking about them, especially these last couple of weeks. Is lost them when I was ten and I didn’t know how to raise you and your siblings - your mom helped me a lot along the way. My ma would’ve been a fantastic grandma and would’ve spoiled you and your siblings rotten. Da would’ve been a bit subdued but still would’ve loved being a grandpa.”

“They’re still with you dad.” Sammi said with a grin. “I don’t have to know them to know that they raised you pretty amazingly. And you’ve passed a lot of what they taught you to us. You were the perfect dad and more than I could’ve asked for. They’ll be with us as you walk me down the aisle and for the rest of your life.” 

Jack sniffled a bit, rubbing his finger across his right eye. “When did yous become so smart?” 

“Around second grade, I think.” She chuckled, shaking her head at her dad. “You alright?” 

He nodded, pulling her close, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Don’t worry about me, kid. You focus on the wedding and promise me you’ll save me a dance.”

“Always, dad. Always.” She squeezed his hand. “Want to head home?” 

He patted his hand on the wall and looked around the penthouse where he spent so many of his days before nodding at Sammi. He led her down the stairs and out onto the street, heading home. 

Later that Night

Opening the door to his own roof, Jack peaked out, smiling when he saw Kat sitting in a carrigan and a glass of wine in her chair. Letting the door slam behind him, he quickly joined her, grinning at the open bottle sitting beside his chair. “You found me.” 

“I did. It was too quiet in the house with all the kids in their rooms.” Jack smiled, pressing a kiss to Kat’s head before sitting in his chair, holding out his hand for her to lace her fingers with his. “So Is had an interesting conversation with your daughter today.”

Kat shifted in her chair, raising an eyebrow at him. “Since when is she my daughter?” 

“Since yous the one stressing her out.” Jack started, biting his lip as he looked at Kat, gauging her reaction to his statement.

She took a sip of her wine. “I’m not sure what to say. How?”

“Sammi has never seen yous as a Pulitizer. She doesn’t care what color the napkins or flowers are.” Jack said. “Is found her in the Penthouse this afternoon. She said she just needed a breather.” 

Kat big her lip, looking at her husband. “I just want her wedding to be beautiful. I didn’t mean to overstep.” 

“Is reassured her of that.” Jack promised. “Just maybe try stepping back a bit. Of all of ours children, Samantha has never been one for girliness. She just wants to marry John.” 

She laughed, nodding her head. “I will. I’m sure you told her that you’d talk with me.”

“I did. She also asked me about my parents.” Jack said, taking a slow sip of his beer. “She reassured me that they’d be with us as Is walked her down the aisle.” 

Kat squeezed his hand. “I know you’ve been missing them, even more now than usual.”

“Can Is confess somethin’ to you?” Jack asked, looking over at her. 

Squeezing his hand, she nodded. “Absolutely and that’s never stopped you before.”

“Yous funny.” Jack smiled, sadly. “They passed when Is was 10 so for most of my life, Is been fumbling through. Is didn’t know how to be a dad and in ten days wes passing through another milestone that I don’t know how to deal with.”

Kat bit her lips, looking at her husband. “You’ve been through so much, Jack.”

“You and the kids have made it so much better and worth all the hell I’ve been through.” Jack smiled, giving her a look. “Is don’t know if you have noticed it for the last 20ish years, I’ve been leaning on you pretty heavily.  You’ve taught me how to raise our kids.” 

Kat smiled. “You’ve been doing that all on your own, Jack. I’ve just been by your side every step of the way . . . just like I promised 22 years ago.” 

Squeezing her hand, Jack smiled. “But you’ve shown me how to be a parent.”

“I’m not going to argue with you but you’ve been a parent figure since the moment I met you back in 1899. You were taking care of those kids at the lodging house when I met you.”  Kat gave him a knowing look. 

Jack grimaced at that. “Yea but that wasn’t . . . .” 

The word died on his lips as Kat sat down on his lap and curled up against his chest. “You wouldn’t be half the man I love if you wouldn’t argue with me so much. You're a good man, Jack and I’m so happy I fell in love with you, despite all the odds against us. I love you, Jack Kelly.” 

“Funny . . . I love you too Katherine Kelly.” He said wrapping his arms around her waist, before leaning up to kiss her. 

May 8, 1922

She sat in the lobby of the Algonquin Hotel taking in the rich ambiance. She smiled seeing two children, a boy and girl, skipping alongside a woman, she assumed to be their mother. Another older couple sat off to the side of her with cups of coffee reading the morning edition of the paper. If she looked closely, she would’ve seen her mother’s byline on the front page. She was so lost in her thoughts that she failed to notice her uncle take a seat beside her. “Hello Sammi. This is a surprise.” 

Hearing his voice, knocked her out of her mind, before a smile crossed her face at the sight of one of her favorite people. “Uncle Race. How long have you been sitting there?” 

“Long enough to know that yous have your head in the clouds.” Race gave her a knowing look. “Something on your mind?” 

Sighing, she relaxed in the comfortable chair, giving him a look. “With everything going on, when isn’t there something on my mind?” 

“Is off now . . . shall we go somewhere and talk?” Race suggested, pushing himself to his feet, offering her his elbow. She stood, accepting his elbow as he led her out of the hotel. 

She smiled listening to her uncle talk to her about her cousins and what her Uncle Spot was up to these days. He prattled along, letting her mind drift to the event happening in five days. Both the Sun and the World had articles written about her upcoming nuptials. She had heard rumors that there would be people lined up along the route leading her from her parents’ house to the church. 

Stopping at a cafe, Race opened the door, allowing her to enter before he joined her. The hostess led them both to a table at the back, with no one around them, before leaving them be. Race quickly pulled out her chair for her before taking his own. “So yous wanna spill what’s going on in that mind of yours?” 

“Where do I even begin?” She started, giving him a look, running a hand through her messy curls, wincing when her finger was tangled in a knot. 

Race leaned back in the chair as a waiter came up and took their order. They both ordered a simple coffee along with a pastry to share. “The beginning is always a good place to start, so Is been told. But I had a talk with your dad the other day when he and I had lunch.” 

“Didn’t know you two were still doing that.” She murmured, raising an eyebrow. “And what did my dear old dad have to say?” 

Race chuckled. “He said that he found you on the roof of the lodgin’ house the other day. Hes concerned about ya.” 

“He doesn’t have to be concerned.” Sammi sighed. “It’s just there’s so much preparation with this wedding that it’s a little overwhelming.”

He looked at this niece, the one he knew so well. “Uh huh . . . Is sure that’s some of it. But what else?” 

The waiter stopped by with their coffees and pastry before leaving the two alone. Sammi watched him leave, weaving her hands around the warm mug, sighing at Race. “What if I’m not a good wife?” 

“And there it is.” Race grinned, reaching over to grab one of Sammi’s hands, giving it a squeeze before wrapping it around his mug. “Is knew something was buggin’ you.”

Raising an eyebrow at him, Race couldn’t help but think of how much she looked like her mother in that moment. “Congratulations Uncle Race. But what if . . .”

“Lucky for you, John’s never been married before so he probably doesn’t know how to be a husband either.” Race shrugged. “Yous learn together and figure it out.” 

She took a sip of her coffee, nose scrunching up at the bitter taste before reaching over to grab the sugar and dumping some in. “So this is normal?” 

“Yes, Sammi, it’s perfectly normal.” Race nodded. “Is had a similar conversation with your dad before he married your mom and he had the same conversation with me before I married Spot.” 

He saw her shoulders relax slightly but there was something still bugging her. He raised an eyebrow in her direction. “What else is on your mind, Samantha?” 

“You haven’t full named me in a while.” She said, a smile stretching across her mouth.  “I don’t want things to change.” He frowned at her statement, taking a sip of his coffee as his mind tumbled over the words. “What do yous mean?” 

“Sunday, we’re moving into our house. I won’t be around anymore.” She sighed, biting her lip. “I’m going to miss out on everything.” 

Race had to bite back a laugh that threatened to be released. “Samantha Anne, you’re getting married, not going to prison. Yes, you won’t be at your parents house day to day but yous still be there for the big stuff - birthdays, anniversaries, family dinners. Just because you’re getting married doesn’t mean that you are leaving behind your family. You’re getting a new address and new last name . . , not a death sentence. Besides, do yous really think you’ll go a week without Ellie, Maisie, or Lizzie dropping by to see you?”

“Well . . . no.” She looked up from her intense stare at the coffee cup before meeting his eyes. “But everything is changing.” 

Race chuckled at that. “That’s life, Sammi. Wes all have to adjust to the ever changing motions of life. Give yourself and John some time to get into the rhythm of things. It won’t be an overnight thing but eventually you’ll figure it out, just like your mom and dad and Is and Spot did.” 

“Thank you Uncle Race.” She said, 

He smiled. “Your welcome, Sammi. Yous gonna be a beautiful bride and an even better wife. Don’t be so hard on yourself and give yourself some grace.”

“When did you become so smart?” She sussed him, raising an eyebrow as he chuckled. 

“When I married Uncle Spot.” Race threw his head back and laughed loudly, causing a few patrons to look over at them. “Are you feeling better?” 

She nodded. “Yes, thank you. But I do have one more question.” 

“Only one?” 

She chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re funny. But for now, yes only one. Any advice?”

“About what?” He said, taking a sip of his coffee, before breaking off a piece of the pastry. 

Shrugging, she tapped her painted nails against the mug. “Marriage and wedding, take your pick.” 

“I’ve got two pieces of advice for you.” Race grinned, leaning closer to her. “First, take twenty minutes before the ceremony and meet John outside. Spot and Is did that as a first look type deal and it was perfect. It was good to see Spot before the craziness of the wedding and it was a time for us to just see each other and talk.”

“Is that the sketch that’s above your couch?” Sammi asked, thinking back to the painting. 

Race nodded. “That was one of the wedding presents your dad gave to Spot and me. We stood outside the Pier House, looking out into the river and your dad sketched that and gave it to us later that night as a present.”

“What’s the other piece of advice?” She asked. 

“Talk to each other, really talk to each other. If something is buggin’ you, tell John. Open communication is essential.” Race gave her a look. “It’s saved mine and Spot’s marriage more times than I can count.” 

She bit her lip, tilting her head, giving him a look. “But your marriage is so solid.”

“That’s for appearances. We fight just like any other couple, but wes never go to bed angry. Wes make up and talk.” Race smiled. “No marriage is perfect, Sammi. Better to learn that now than later. Marriage is a lot of work and there will be good times and bad but making sure yous two are on the same page is the important thing.” 

She let the words tumble through her mind as she nodded. “That makes sense.” 

“Also, make sure yous take every moment in during your wedding. It goes by so quickly and it’ll be over before you know it.” Race grinned, reflecting on his own wedding 17 years ago. 

“Thank you, Uncle Race.” She grinned. 

Motioning for the check, Race grinned back at her. “You ready to get married?” 

“I think so. Just have to get through the next five days. You’ll be at the rehearsal dinner, right?” 

Race nodded, dropping a few bills and coins in the bill tray before standing and offering her his arm. “I think I may dust off my old top hat and wear it.” 

“Save it for the wedding, Uncle Race.” She laughed, letting him lead her out of the cafe. “Ellie is already dreading what you and Uncle Spot will be wearing.” 

Race pushed opened the door, stepping onto the sidewalk. “Traditional suits, Is promise. Your mother already had a strongly worded discussion with Spot and myself. Ellie is excited to be your bridesmaid along with Lizzie.”

“It wasn’t even a question of who would be standing up with me.” Sammi grinned. “Save me a dance at the wedding?” 

Race laughed. “Is should be asking you that but of course I will.” 

She smiled hearing his laughter boom against the buildings as they walked towards the Kelly Residence. More relaxed, she nudged her uncle’s hip with a grin as he looked over at her with his own grin. 

May 13, 1922 8:00am

It was the morning of her wedding. It was hard to believe it was there but at the same time, thank goodness it was there. Her wedding rehearsal and dinner went off without a hitch the night before. With one final kiss goodbye, she was swept to her parents’ house while John went to their newly purchased home, where he would get ready before meeting her at the church. 

Her bedroom door cracked open as she looked over at the sound. Her mother stood there with two mugs of coffee and a bright smile on her face. “Morning Sammi.”

“Morning mom.” She pushed herself into a seated position, accepting the mug of coffee from her mom as she took a seat on her bed. “Do I need to get up?” 

Katherine smiled, shaking her head. “No, it’s still early. You have time. How are you feeling?” 

“Excited, nervous, happy.” Sammi rattled off, taking a sip of her coffee before grinning at her mom. “I can’t believe it’s here. Seems like I’ve been waiting for this day and now it’s here.” 

Kat grinned. “I remember that oh too well from my own wedding day. Take in every moment; it goes by too quickly.”

“That’s what Uncle Race said.” Sammi tapped her newly painted fingernails against the mug. “Honestly, I can’t wait to see John at the end of the aisle.” 

Nodding, Kat smiled. “I’m sure he’s anxious to see you too. Now is there anything you want to do today?” 

“Besides get married?” Sammi raised an eyebrow as her mother laughed. “I don’t think so. How’s dad?” 

It was no secret that Jack Kelly lamented about his oldest baby girl getting married. Sammi was worried about how her dad would handle the day ahead. Katherine smiled at her daughter. “He’ll be fine. He’s already out running errands - he took Tommy and Lucas with him. Lizzie is getting a shower and I’m sure Ellie will be here soon.” 

“You doing alright, mom?” Sammi asked, putting her mug on the side table before scooting over to where Katherine sat. “I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me and John, even though you got a little zealous there.” 

Kat laughed, wrapping her arm around Sammi. “Not my finest moment, I suppose but I’m doing alright. Excited to see you marry your sweetheart but sad at the same time - you’ve grown up to a fine woman and I’m sad to see you leave the nest, but know you’ll be around. You’re not really leaving.” 

“I love you mom and I’m still your baby girl . . . just at a new address and will have a new last name.” Sammi grinned. “Besides, you’ll still see me, I’m just a floor below you at The Sun.” 

Kat nodded, biting her lip. “That’s true. And you’ll still be around for family dinner and birthdays.” 

“I wouldn’t miss it, mom.” Sammi smiled. “And before you say anything, I won’t make you a grandma for a bit of time.” 

Kat laughed, leaning over and kissing her daughter’s head. “Thank you for that. I’m much too young to tack grandma to my name.” 

“But you’ll be a gorgeous grandma, momma.” A new voice called from the door as they looked up and grinned at Lizzie standing there. “Besides, I want to be an aunt sooner rather than later.” 

Sammi laughed, opening her arm for Lizzie to join them on the bed. “I promise you both, you’ll be a grandma and an aunt soon enough . . . but there’s plenty of time.” 

Lizzie cuddled into her big sister’s arms with a sigh. “Why do you have to marry John? Can’t you just live here forever.”

“You love John, Lizzie.” Sammi looked at her younger sister with a grin. “Besides, if you want to be an aunt soon, I’m going to need to get married and not live at mom and dad’s forever.” 

Kat smiled at her daughters. “Before you know it, Lizzie, you’ll fall in love and get married just like your sister.” 

Scoffing, Lizzie shook her head. “Boys are stupid and I’m never getting married.”

“Well that’ll be music to your father’s ears.” Kat grinned, looking at Sammi. “Didn’t you say the same thing when you were her age?”

Sammi threw her head back and laughed. “I did indeed but I was 15 and hadn’t met John yet.” 

“So you’re telling me that some guy is going to stop by and sweep me off my feet?” Lizzie raised an eyebrow, looking between her mom and sister. 

Kat and Sammi looked at each other grinning, before chuckling. “That’s about right. It happened with your father. I didn’t anticipate meeting him, yet alone falling in love with him and marrying him. But once he weaseled his way into my life, I couldn’t really let him go.”

“Same with John and me. It was pretty instantaneous that I was going to let him out of my life. It wasn’t before long that I knew I loved him and wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.” Sammi confessed with a smile. 

Kat smiled at her two daughters. “Lizzie, you will eventually get married, settle down and have a family. There’s no rush, of course, but your attitude will change, despite your father’s best intentions.” 

“And if I don’t?” Lizzie challenged, raising an eyebrow in her mother and sister’s direction. 

“Then you don’t and you become a spinster for the rest of your life.” Kat teased. “But you’ll have to live with me and your father for the rest of our days.” 

Sammi giggled. “Better you, Lizzie than me.”

“I’m sure, with time, I’ll find a suitable suitor.” Lizzie mumbled, much to Sammi and Kat’s amusement. 

Shaking her head at her daughters, Kat clapped her hands together. “Shall we start getting you ready? How about you take a bath and wash your hair before Ellie gets here?” 

Sammi took a deep breath, nodding at her mom before setting off to the bathroom to take a relaxing bath. Meanwhile, Kat grinned at Lizzie. “And you miss, do you want to help me with a surprise for her?”

Lizzie’s eyes lit up and she quickly nodded her head. “Yes. What are you doing?” 

Kat led her from the room, leading her into hers and Jack’s bedroom, quickly closing the door behind her. Grabbing a box from the dresser, she handed it over to Lizzie. “This was a gift from your dad on our wedding day and now I’m passing it along to Sammi.”

Cracking open the box, a gasp escaped Lizzie’s mouth. “It’s stunning momma.”

Nestled in the velvet was a necklace. It was an intricate design with flowers and vines. “It had green stones in it but I had them replaced with rubies for John’s birthstone.” 

“You know this is the necklace she’d always want to try on when we’d play in your closet.” Lizzie gave her mom a look with a grin. 

Kat nodded, taking the necklace from her hands and putting it back in the box. “Which is why your dad and I are giving it to her as a present.” 

“It’s perfect, momma.” Lizzie smiled. “She’s going to love it.” 

“She’s going to love what?” A voice called from the bedroom door as both women spun around, wide-eyes. 

Jack stood in the doorway grinning at his youngest daughter and wife, both of whom looked like they just swallowed the canary. “Are either of you going to answer my question?” 

“It’s a surprise for Sammi.” Kat grinned at Jack. 

Jack bit his lip. “Surprise for what?” 

Kat hit his shoulder with a grin, gently rolling her eyes. “Her wedding, Jack. You know the ceremony that is going to be occurring in seven hours. The one you’ve been in denial since John proposed to her.”

“The event is that Is have to dress up like a penguin.” Jack grinned, pulling Katherine closer to his chest, leaning down and capturing her lips with his. 

Lizzie cleared her throat. “I’m just going to go to my room now. Leave you two alone.” 

She shut the door behind her as they both dissolved into laughter. Jack pressed a kiss to Katherine’s head. “I’d say it’s impressive that after almost 22 years of marriage, we still manage to make our daughter grossed out.” 

The ringing of the bell caught their attention as Kat let her head fall to Jack’s chest with a sigh. “I think that may be Ellie. I probably should let her in.” 

Jack sighed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Is love you and we’ve got this today. Everything will be good today.”

“Ok, Romeo.” Kat grinned, pushing herself on her toes, to place a kiss on his lips. “I love you but I have to go get the door. Raincheck, stud?” 

“For sure.” He chuckled, watching her walk out of the room with a grin. 

Reaching the front door, she took a moment to catch her racing heart rate before pulling open the door with a bright smile. “Ellie, Maisie, Benny, Race, and Spot, come on in.” 

“Sorry for just dropping in, Kat. Wes wanted to make sure Ellie got here alright.” Spot gave Kat a look before looking at his daughter. 

Ellie rolled her eyes, scoffing at her father. “And I told yous I’ve been coming to this house since I was little. I think I know my way by now.”

“Not when a certain curly haired young man lives a few doors down from here.” Race said, leaning over, pressing a kiss to Kat’s cheek before walking into the house. 

Ellie’s eyes went wide, giving her dad a look. “And how do you know about that?” 

“Once a newsboy, always a newsboy, sweetheart.” Race chuckled, grinning as he saw Jack come into the room. “Besides, your sister may have said something.” 

Ellie’s eyes went wide, spinning around to let her gaze fall on her sister. “Whatever happened to the sister’s code?” 

“You try to survive under both of their gazes, Eleanor.” Maisie bit back, pointing to Spot and Race, who didn’t try very hard to keep the smirks off their faces. 

“Is that you Ellie?” Sammi called from her room as Kat smirked. 

Ellie walked towards Sammi’s room, leaving the four adults, Maisie, and Benny standing there. Kat cleared her throat, looking at the two teenagers. “Maisie, Benny - Lizzie and Tommy are in their rooms if you would like to see them.” 

The two took off down the hallway, as Jack looked at the two. “What brings you two by? And since when did Ellie get a new beau?” 

“Don’t ask. Hopin’ wes could see the bride before she starts getting ready.” Race said, grinning. “How are you feeling, old man?” 

Jack shook his head at Race. “Is sure Sammi would love a visit from her favorite uncles. And Is feeling just fine. It’s hard to believe, she’s getting married. Seems like yesterday, wes just brought her home from the hospital.” 

“Speak for yourself, Jack Kelly.” Kat scoffed. “She is every one of those twenty years and has grown into a gorgeous young lady. She will always be your baby, no matter what happens in life.” 

Walking out of her room, Sammi grinned seeing her two uncles standing in the room. “Well look what the cat drug in.” 

“Samantha, yous look gorgeous.” Spot turned, grinning at his oldest niece as Race chuckled, shaking his head. 

She grinned, stepping forward, pressing a kiss to his cheek before pressing one to Race’s cheek. “Thank you Uncle Spot. Though, I’d be worried what I’ll look like when I’m all gussied up in a few hours.” 

“You’re going to look a 1000 times more gorgeous.” Race swept in, a grin on his face. 

Rolling her eyes, she gave the three men in the room a look before shaking her head. “You’re family, you’re supposed to tell me that. But I wasn’t expecting to see you prior to the wedding. Is something wrong?” 

“No there’s nothing wrong.” Race said, reaching into his back pocket, holding it out to Sammi. “Wes wanted to give you this.” 

She took the box from his hand before popping it open. A gasp escaped her mouth as she looked at the bracelet nestled in a box. It was a clear crystal marquise cut wedding bracelet, the stones fitted to look like leaves of a fern. “It’s gorgeous, thank you, Uncle Spot and Uncle Race.” 

“You’re welcome. You're our niece and wes wanted to get you something pretty to wear on your wedding day.” Spot shrugged, a smile on his face. “We love you, Sammi.” 

“I love you too.” She gave them both a hug before giving the bracelet to Race to put it on her wrist. “It’s perfect for my journey down the aisle.” 

3:00pm

A knock on the door drew her attention from a story Ellie was telling her and Lizzie. Standing in the doorways was Lydia, the wedding planner that was hired for the wedding. “Sammi, it’s time.” 

Standing from her chair, she quickly smoothed out her dress before grinning at Ellie and Lizzie. “How do I look?” 

“Gorgeous, girl.” Ellie chuckled. “You look smokin’ hot.” 

Sammi threw her head back and laughed before raising an eyebrow at Lizzie. “You look great, sis. Go get him.” 

Slipping on her kitten heels, Sammi quickly made her way out of the room and out to the Pier Harbor House, heading to the barrier looking at the harbor. She leaned against the barrier, listening to the waves crash and the seagulls call as they lazily flew around the harbor. A light breeze tussled her hair as she heard the door click open behind her. 

“Are you waiting for someone? Because if not, that’s a damn shame.” A familiar voice said from behind her as she turned slowly from her view. A grin slid across her face as she took in John. He was dressed in a black tux with tails and a top hat. His tie matched the grey of Ellie and Lizzie’s dresses. A white carnation boutineer was pinned to his jacket. 

“Hi handsome. You dress up nicely.” She took his outstretched hand, allowing him to pull her closer to him. He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. 

“You look amazing, Sammi.” John whispered. “I love you.” 

She pushed herself up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. “I love you too, John. And in a little under an hour, my husband.” 

“Ahhh that’ll take some time to get used to.” John chuckled. “As I’m sure wife will take you some time to get used to as well.” 

She nodded, lacing her hand with his, giving it a squeeze. “How’s your day been?” 

“Went to breakfast with my family before spending the mid-day with my friends in the park.” John grinned, squeezing her hand. 

“Pick up football game?” She asked, her eye catching a seagull as it dipped with the gentle breeze. 

He nodded. “Yes, your future husband’s team lost miserably.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Sammi chuckled, with a grin. “Anything I can do to ease that bruise ego you’re currently sporting?” 

Leaning against the barrier, John looked out into the harbor. “I think you’re going to remedy it in the next hour or so. So how did you spend your day?” 

“Holed up in my parents house. Uncle Spot and Race stopped by. It was a very low key, relaxing day.” She smiled. 

A throat cleared behind them as Lydia stood at the venue doors giving them both a look. “You two have two minutes.” 

John looked over to Sammi, pulling her back to his chest, dipping her before laying a kiss on her lips. “If I haven’t said it lately, I’m heads over heels in love with you, Samantha Anne Kelly. I’m so proud to be marrying you and being your husband.” 

“I love you too John Emerson Wright. And I’m the luckiest girl in the world for calling you my husband.” Sammi leaned up and kissed him. “And you're the most handsome man in the world.” 

3:55pm

Standing in the Willow room, Jack stood in the back, watching his wife, youngest daughter, and niece stand around Sammi as they helped put her veil in place. He would never admit it, especially on Sammi’s big day, but he felt awkward there. He was nervous, though he wasn’t quite sure why. 

“What do you think dad?” Sammi’s voice asked, as he was knocked out of his thoughts. 

Looking up from the ground, he swallowed thickly, as a sudden rush of tears flooded his eyes. “Samantha . . .”

She took a few steps towards him, reaching up and wiping away the tears. “Daddy. Don’t cry.”

“Yous look gorgeous, Sammi.  When did you grow up?” Jack asked, placing a kiss on her cheek. 

She gave him a look, one her mother gave him often enough. “Dad, I’ve been growing up. I’m sorry you just realized it.” 

Jack chuckled at Sammi’s reassurance. “Yous always my little girl. And they always say that you blink and miss it. And it’s true. Yous grew up to be a gorgeous young lady and John is a lucky man.” 

“Thanks daddy.” She smoothed down her dress, a light blush on her cheeks. “I love you.”

“Love yous too, Sammi.” He grinned. “Shall we go get you married?” 

Nodding, she turned to Kat, Ellie, and Lizzie with a grin on her face. “If I haven’t said it yet, thank you. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me and John and this wedding. I’m a lucky girl to have you all standing next to me as I walk into my next role.” 

Kat came over to Jack's side, slipping her hand into his as they watched Sammi exchange a few words with both Lizzie and Ellie. 

A soft knock at the door caught their attention as Lydia slowly pushed open the door. “Samantha, it’s time.” 

Gathering their bouquets, Ellie and Lizzie both grinned at Sammi before slipping out of the room, leaving Sammi with her parents. Picking up her bouquet, she walked over to her parents, grabbing her mom’s hand while looking at the two of them. “Thank you will never, ever be enough but I’m hoping it’s a start. I love you both and you’ve been amazing parents to me for the last 20 years. I’ll always be your little girl, that will never change, no matter where I’m living or my last name.” 

“Geez and Is was doin’ pretty good up to that point.” Jack sniffled, leaning over and pressing a kiss to Sammi’s cheek. “Wes love you too, Samantha.”

Kat smiled, watching her oldest and husband. “You’re beautiful Sammi and John’s a very lucky man.”

Nodding, she squeezed Kat’s hand before releasing it to loop it through Jack’s crooked elbow. “Don’t let me trip, daddy?” 

“Never, Sammi. Never.” He promised as they walked out of the room to see Lizzie, Ellie, and Race standing there quietly talking. 

Sammi’s eyes furrowed, not expecting to see her uncle standing there. “Somethin’ wrong, Uncle Race?” 

“Besides you makin’ my daughter look much older than she is, nothing.” Race grinned. “Besides, Is here to walk your momma down the aisle.” 

Kat chuckled. “Just like old times, huh?” 

“Somethin’ like that.” Race shrugged, offering her his elbow as the doors opened and the music changed. 

Sammi smiled watching her mom and uncle walk down the aisle, a laugh on her mom’s lips. “You doin’ alright?” 

Looking up at her dad, she smiled before nodding. “Just watching Uncle Race and mom.”

“Your mom walked Race down the aisle at his wedding, do you remember that?” Jack asked, with a grin. 

Sammi laughed. “It’s a little foggy but I remember being so excited to wear a twirly dress.”

“Oh how excited you were.” Jack chuckled. “And now look, we’re at your own wedding.” 

Sammi bit her lip, watching Lizzie walk down the aisle, a grin sliding across her face as Ellie turned around and stuck her tongue out at her cousin and uncle. “Don’t let me fall, daddy.”

“We’ll go nice and easy.” Jack promised, watching Ellie begin her walk. “Now before the doors open again, close your eyes and take a deep breath. Remember to take it all in . . . today is going to go by fast but enjoy every single moment and remember how much you love John. I couldn’t pick a better man for yous to marry, Sammi.” 

She heard the change in music, Pachelbel’s Canon, before the doors were thrown open and everyone stood. “Ready?”

With a gentle shake of her head, her and Jack stepped forward as they walked down the aisle. Part of her thought the walk was so slow but before she knew it, she was standing in front of John with an awed look and a grin on her face. 

“Dearly beloved, we gather here to witness the union between Samantha Anne Kelly and John Emerson Wright. Before we begin, does anyone object to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace.” 

Sammi and John glared around the chapel, daring anyone to speak up. After a few uncomfortable moments, Buttons grinned and continued on with the ceremony. 

“Marriage is a sacred act, between two people in the presence of God, their family and friends. Maisie will be reading a poem for Samantha and John. Maisie?” Buttons looked between the two of them. 

Dressed in a sage green dress, Maisie made her way up the aisle, standing to the side of Sammi and John. Grinning at the couple, she began to speak. 

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

I love thee to the level of every day's

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right.

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death

“Samantha and John have decided to write their own vows.” Buttons continued. “Please face each other, and join hands. Samantha, would you like to begin?” He looked at his longtime friend’s daughter with a bright smile. 

“Someone once said, "You are the love that came without warning; you had my heart before I could say no,” and that’s exactly what happened when you walked into my world, John Emerson. I love you dearly for all that you are. I am amazed by your inquisitive mind and your wicked sense of humor. I pledge to commit myself to our family and the good I know will grow from it. I promise this all to you until I am no more. I love you more today, than I did yesterday and even more tomorrow and the days to come. This I promise you today.” Sammi said squeezing his hand. 

John smiled, squeezing their joined hands. “Charlotte Bronte famously said "I have for the first time found what I can truly love. I have found you.” And the words fit perfectly for you, Samantha Anne.  I wasn’t anticipating love when we first met but like everything about you, you swept me off my feet and haven’t let go since. I am constantly surprised by your ability to keep me on my toes and you make me a full person. Committing the rest of my life to you is actually pretty easy because without you I am nothing. I vow to be the man that you inspire me to be and the man that you deserve. I love you more today, than I did yesterday and even more tomorrow and the days to come. This I promise you today.” 

“You have chosen to seal your vows by the giving and receiving of rings. The ring forms a perfect circle, without a beginning or an end, and is thereby a symbol of eternity and signifies the duration of the commitment you are making. Let us now exchange these rings.”

Handing a beat up silver ring to Sammi, Buttons looked at her. “Samantha, repeat after me: I give you this ring, as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am, and with all that I have, I will honor you.”

“I give you this ring, as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am, and with all that I have, I will honor you.” Sammi smiled, sliding the ring onto John’s ring finger. John squeezed her hand with a smile before Buttons continued. 

Handing a ring to John, Buttons looked at him. “John, repeat after me: I give you this ring, as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am, and with all that I have, I will honor you.”

“I give you this ring, as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am, and with all that I have, I will honor you.” John grinned, sliding Sammi’s wedding band onto her ring finger. 

“And now, by the authority invested in me as a preacher, and in accordance with the laws of the State of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife. John, you may kiss your bride.” Catcalls and excited cheers rang out from both sides of the aisles as John gently pulled Sammi into his arms and dramatically dipped her before kissing her not so chastely. Settling Sammi back on her feet, Sammi pulled him close and dropped a chaste kiss on his lips before linking their hands together. 

“John, Samantha, please face the congregation.” Buttons grinned at the couple before clearing his throat. “It is my pleasure to introduce to you, for the very first time, Mr. and Mrs. John Wright.”

The noise level in the chapel escalated as the two raised their hands in celebration before walking down the aisle to the catcalls of their friends and family.  

6:00pm

Food had been served and speeches were given. She had her first dance with her husband, a blush on her face as she had all eyes on her as they expertly spun around the dance floor. Now, as she stood off to the side, she grinned watching her husband dance with his younger sister. Her eyes left them as she looked for someone in the room, chuckling when she saw them. 

Making her way across the dance floor, she was stopped once by friends of John’s, who commented how beautiful the ceremony was before letting her reach her destination. “May I have this dance?” 

“Isn’t that what Is supposed to say to you?” Jack raised an eyebrow, pausing his conversation with Race and Spot. 

Sammi shrugged, holding out her hand. “Come on dad. Just one dance.” 

Sighing, he pushed himself to his feet before placing his hand in hers, leading her out onto the floor. “How are you feeling?” 

Placing a hand around his shoulders, while he held the other one, she grinned at her dad. “Excited, happy, exhausted . . . everything in between. I did see you and mom cry earlier.” 

“It's not everyday yous see your oldest get married.” Jack claimed as she laughed, shaking her head. 

“It’s not but it’s still sweet to see.” Sammi grinned. “I had an idea . . . and you don’t have to go along with it unless you want to.” 

Jack raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his daughter’s idea. “What’s that?” 

“It’s going to take all of us some time to get used to me not being home, everyday. So I was thinking that you, mom, and me could start meeting for lunch once a week, along with family dinners and other celebrations.” Sammi shrugged. 

A smile made its way across Jack’s face. “I think wes both would enjoy that. Have you told your mom?” 

“Nah, not yet. Figured I’d run it by you first and if you didn’t think it’s a good idea, then no good getting her upset.” Sammi shrugged. 

Jack leaned forward, placing a kiss on her cheek. “As if I’d ever pass up the opportunity to have lunch with my daughter and wife. Is think it’s a fine idea.”

“Great.” Sammi grinned. “We’ll start it once John and I get back from Cold Springs.” 

Jack knew the honeymoon was planned in Cold Springs. “Just remember, I’m too young to be a grandpa.” 

Her laughter rang out across the banquet hall as she shook her head. “Both you and mom have made that abundantly clear over these last few weeks. You won’t be a grandpa for a long while, dad.” 

“Good.” Jack nodded as the song came to an end. “Love you, Sammi.” 

“Love you too daddy.” 

With a kiss, he left her, heading back to the table to join Kat, who waved in her daughter’s direction. Before she could make her way back to her own table, she was pulled into someone’s arms with an oomph. “May I have this dance?” 

Looking up, her mouth curled upward at the person. “I was going to grab a drink and come find you, Uncle Race. But yes, you may have this dance.” 

“Yous wedding was absolutely beautiful.” Race commented, pulling her into his arms. “Spot and Is both got teary eyed at yous vows to John.” 

She looked up at him, weaving her arm around his shoulder. “I spoke from the heart. I’m surprised I didn’t start crying during them - it was close.” 

“You were beautiful up there and I’ve never been more proud of the woman yous grown up to be.” Race grinned. “Yous a very special young woman, Sammi. Don’t ever forget that.” 

Her eyebrows rose. “Are you trying to get me to cry right now? Because you’re dangerously close to doing so.” 

“Nah . . . just thought it might be a good time to tell you that.” Race sighed. “I’m going to miss our niece/uncle dates.” 

Sammi shook her head. “Nah, I’m thinking those can still continue. I do work down the street from the hotel . . . never know when I’ll have a craving for hot chocolate and those pastries.” 

Race chuckled. “Yous on Samantha. What are your plans now, since yous married and all?” 

“Spending a few days up in Cold Springs then going back to work in a week.” She grinned. “Yous know the news doesn’t stop.” 

Race nodded. “Any big stories happening?” 

“A new vaudeville show is opening that my boss wants me to go visit.” She merely rolled her eyes at that one. “But he promised me if I did this show that he might have something bigger for me.” 

Race grinned. “Just like your mother.” 

“Always.” She said as the song changed, and Race led her off the dance floor, with a kiss on her cheek. 

“I’ll look forward to our hot chocolate and pastry date after you get back from Cold Springs.” Race gave her a grin as John came up to her side. 

She nodded, as John’s arm encircled her waist, before he pulled her into a kiss. “I’ve missed you.” 

“Uh huh . . . as you’ve been dancing with your younger sisters and mother.” Sammi gave him a look as she threw her arms around his shoulders. “But for the record, I’ve missed you too.” 

“I love you Mrs Wright.” He whispered, leaning in to place another kiss on her lips. 

“And I love you too, Mr. Wright.” She grinned, as he pulled away from her. 

She laughed, watching her parents, uncles, and friends dance on the dance floor with her husband by her side. She took everything in as it happened, including John smashing cake in her face, to which she retaliated by doing the same.  She was the happiest she had been in a long time, with her friends, family, and now husband by her side, celebrating and dancing the night away. 

Notes: If you want to see the bracelet Race and Spot gave Sammi, you can click here. The poem that Maisie read in the wedding is Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. 8500 words and Samantha is married. What did you think? Feedback would be wonderful! 

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[dancerlittle006]

"Change of plan, hit the lights" for Blush? :)

This is pure Blush fluffliness - you’ve been warned! Warnings: brief mention of a hospitalization and surgery. 

Sunlight filtered in between the shades they had forgotten to close the night before. Peaking open an eye, Blink stretched, a yawn escaping his mouth. Looking over to his right, he saw his husband still asleep, breathing in deeply. 

He shifted in the bed, rolling to his side to look at Mush. A smile crept on his face at how peaceful his husband looked. It had been a crazy two weeks, both with work and in their personal lives.

A freak accident turned into an emergency appendectomy, which caused Mush to have a two day stay in the hospital. Blink was glad they were home, lying in their own bed without constantly having nurses come in to check up on Mush. Despite the tenderness, Mush was feeling much better and on the road to recovery. Sighing, he reached over to move a lock of hair from Mush’s forehead.

Mush inhaled deeply, groaning as he stretched before cracking an eye open. “Morning beautiful. You been up long?”

“No, just watching you and thinking about the last few weeks.” Blink frowned. “Thankful you’re okay.”

Mush reached over, lacing his fingers with Blink’s, looking at him tenderly. “Love you.” 

“Love you too.” Leaning over, Blink cupped Mush’s cheek before leaning over and kissing him. “So much.”

A mini make out session started as Mush heaved his body on top of Blink’s, not breaking their kiss. A smirk crossed his lips as a groan escaped Blink’s mouth while he pulled back and grinned at the dazed look on his husband’s face. “You’re gonna kill me.”

Mush rolled off Blink with a loud burst of laughter. “Not if you kill me first. And I think the feeling's mutual, stud”

“What’s the plan for the day?” Mush asked, lacing his fingers with Mush’s, giving them a quick squeeze. 

Blink sighed. “Jack and Kat’s party is tonight and we’d RSVPed as yes so we gotta go or ya know, Race will be dragging us kicking and screaming if we don’t show.”

“Ugh you’re right.” Blink didn’t know how sexy Mush was making a sound of disgust in his throat until that very moment. 

“Other than that we have to do the usual stuff, cleaning, laundry, dishes.” Blink continued with a sarcastic smile. 

“Grow up, get married, get a house …. they said all that’ll be fun and yet it’s like chores on chores only worse.” Mush complained, with a loud sigh. “At least I married a stud.”

"You were always a sweet talker. I’m glad marriage hasn’t changed that. But for this morning, change of plan, hit the lights!” Blink scooted closer to Mush, reaching behind him to put his hand on his head to guide him closer to place a steamy kiss on his lips. “I don’t feel like moving ….. do you?”

Mush chuckled. “Hmmm …. given the option between laundry, dishes, and cleaning versus being lazy in bed with you ….there’s no competition, stud. I’ll always pick you over everything else.”

“And you call me a sap.” Blink murmured before kissing him. 

“Because you are a sap. But you’re my sap and I wouldn’t have you any other way.” Mush muttered, sighing deeply into the kiss his husband pulled him into. 

Thanks @cutesiewooren for sending this in! This was really fun to write! Feedback would be wonderful! 

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[dancerlittle006]

Can I Have This Dance? - Sprace One-shot

This has been stuck in my head for a while now and decided to put pen to paper. There’s a few cuss words in here. 

Spot sighed looking at his best friend. He knew the next words out of his mouth would be some of the toughest he’d ever utter but they still needed to be said. “Hey Race?” 

Looking up from the paper he was reading, Race looked at the distressed look on Spot’s face. “Hey, hey what’s going on? What’s wrong?” 

“I need to ask you something but you cannot laugh at me.” Spot gave him a look as Race threw the paper aside, giving him a long look. 

Holding up his hand, Race locked eyes with Spot. “I promise, I won’t laugh at you. Now what’s going on?” 

“You know how Cassie’s getting married, right?” Spot asked, leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees. 

Cassie was Spot’s adoptive big sister. Those two were as thick as thieves and she was his best friend while he was a protective little brother. 

Race nodded. “Sure, she’s getting married in a month, right? I think that’s what the invite said.” 

“You got invited?” Spot’s eyes went wide as a grin slid across his face. 

Raising an eyebrow, Race gave him a look. “Yes, I got invited. But you’re avoiding the topic. Spill the beans, Spot. What’s going on and how can I help?” 

“As Cassie’s brother, I’m going to have to dance with her.” Spot bit his lip. “And you know I’m not the best dancer there is.”

Race sighed, knowing that Spot Conlon has two left feet but he was a sucker for helping his friends. “Do you want me to teach you how to dance?” 

“Please?” Spot looked at him. “I don’t want to embarass Cassie; she deserves better than that.” 

Race nodded, hearing his logic. “You know it’s not going to be easy, right?”

“Yeah I know but I want your help with this, please?” Spot gave him a look. 

“I will help you.” Race sighed. “Do you want to start now?” 

Spot pushed himself up from the couch looking expectantly at Race. Pushing himself off the couch, Race fished his phone from his pocket, putting on Pachelbel Canon. “Ready?”

Spot gave him a look, feeling foolish and awkward all at the same time. He gave Race a look. “Let’s just do this.” 

“Alright, Take my hand and take a breath.” Race held out his hand for Spot to slip his into. Race squeezed it, giving him a look. They both took a deep breath as Race stepped closer to him, hooking his arm around Spot’s waist. “Look at me, and follow my lead.”

Race took a step back, Spot followed him, stepping on his toes, causing Race to wince. “Hey it’s okay. Now take another step.” 

Race smiled as he stepped back, causing Spot to follow him. Spot kept looking down at his feet as they continued their steps. “Spot, you’re doing really well. But I need you to look up at me, not at your feet.” 

Spot looked at Race as they continued to take steps. A couple of times he stepped on Race’s feet but other than that he was doing pretty well. “Now, you’re the man so you’re going to be leading Cassie as you dance - don’t do nothin’ fancy, just sway with her as you move her around the dance floor.” 

“But what if I step on her toes?” Spot looked at him with a grimace. 

Race shook his head. “You’re not. You’re going to simply dance at her wedding. Nothing fancy.” 

Spot stopped, dropping his arms from Race’s shoulders before taking a step back. “I don’t know if I can do this, Racer. This is so important to Cassie.” 

“You can do this.” Race grinned. “And I think I have the solution.”

Several Hours Later

“Of course you called Katherine.” Spot sighed, seeing her standing outside their apartment door. “Hi Kat.”

She grinned, stepping over the threshold. “Hi Spot. Race was vague on the phone.” 

“Hi Kat.” Race bounced into the hallway, pulling his sister-in-law into a hug. “Thanks for coming. Where’s Jack?” 

“He got pulled into work . . . there’s something happening up in Midtown that they needed him for.” She grinned, looking between the two. “Now Race said it was urgent and that I was needed right away.” 

Spot rolled his eyes at Race’s dramatics. “It’s not urgent . . . Race is just a dumbass.” 

“A dumbass you love very much.” Race retorted, giving his best friend a look. 

Dropping her purse on the couch, she crossed her arms, giving the two of them a look. “Uh huh . . . now tell me why I’m here.” 

“I’m teaching Spot how to dance and I figured it might be easier if he was dancing with you than with me.” Race shrugged, taking a seat on the couch, looking between the two of them. 

Kat raised an eyebrow. “If my memory serves me correctly, Spot’s a really good dancer.”

“I can dance along to upbeat music but the slow dancing gets me.” Spot admitted, scratching the back of his neck, a blush on his cheeks. 

Kat nodded. “Alright, let’s slow dance. Race, music please.”

“Jack ain’t gonna kill me is he?” Spot asked, stepping closer to her. 

She chuckled, nodding. “What Jack doesn’t know won’t kill him. Race and I won’t tell him.” 

Sighing, he offered his hand to Kat as she accepted it. He pulled her close to him as they started slowly swaying. Once, twice, a third time, Spot stepped on Kat’s feet, causing her to wince. “You need to move gently, fluidly, not stomping around the place.” 

Taking a deep breath, he tried again but once again stumbled onto Kat’s feet. He pulled back, stomping over to the couch, throwing himself on it before covering his eyes with his hands. “I can’t do this . . . I’m a clumsy fool who is going to ruin Cassie’s day.” 

Kat joined him on the couch, pulling his hands away from his face. “You’re not going to ruin Cassie’s day. She’s going to love dancing with you.”

“Obviously, I’m going to ruin it because I can’t help but step on your toes.” Spot sighed, throwing his head back against the couch. 

Race sat down on the other side of him and put his hand on Spot’s shoulder. “You just need some more practice. We’ve got four weeks before the wedding; I’ll dance with you every night if you want, until you get comfortable and don’t step on my toes.” 

Cracking open an eye, Spot looked at Race. “You will?” 

“Absolutely. No best friend of mine is going to embarrass himself or his sister at her wedding.” Race held out his hand for Spot to shake. Spot spit in it before clasping Race’s hand with a grin. 

As promised, Race and Spot spent every night for the next four weeks slow dancing in their living room. They had laughed along the way and slowly, Spot got comfortable slow dancing.

Two days before the wedding, Race held out his hand to Spot as he took it. Pulling him close, Race weaved his arm along Spot’s hip before Spot’s arm wrapped around his shoulder. “So I have something I want to ask you.” 

Race raised an eyebrow, looking at Spot. “What’s that?” 

“So there’s a wedding in two days and since neither of us have dates, I was thinking we could, ya know . . .” Spot shrugged, twirling Race around. 

“Ya know what . . . that’s it? You’re just going to leave it at that.” Race asked, giving him a look as Spot accidently stepped on his toes, as they both winced. 

Spot sighed, his hand tightening Race’s. “Would you want to go to the wedding together?” 

“Like as friends?” Race stopped, awkwardly tugging at their joined hands as Spot went to twirl them. 

Spot’s eyes went wide as he looked at his best friend. “I mean we can . . . but these last few weeks, I’ve kinda felt something for you Racer. You’re not like anyone else.” 

“I mean it’ll suck if I was like anyone else.” Race tried to go for the lighthearted angle as Spot’s eyes dropped to the floor. “Do you like me, Spottie?” 

Shrugging, Spot bit his lip, refusing to look at Race, fearing what was written on his best friend’s face. “I know we’re best friends and I don’t want to lose that and I’m sorry if this mucks everything up but damn Racer, you’re kinda amazing and wonderful, and anyone would be an idiot not to want to be with you.”

Reaching over, Race put a finger under Spot’s chin, gently raising it up until his eyes met Race’s. “Thanks for the ego boost but it’s not necessary because somewhere along the way, I’ve developed feelings for you too, Spottie. I didn’t want to ruin what we had in our friendship. But Jacky always says, date your best friend so yes, I’ll go with you to the wedding, as your date.” 

Exhaling loudly, Spot sighed, shaking his head. “You really mean it? You’re not pullin’ my leg?” 

“No leg pulling here.” Race said, linking his hand with Spot’s before pulling him closer, their other arms wrapping around the other. “Just dance with me, Spottie.”

So, as “Love Me Tender” by Norah Jones played in the background, the two continued their slow dance as Race leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Spot’s lips with a gentle sigh. Spot grinned, pulling back, getting his balance before dipping Race as a laugh escaped his mouth. 

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[dancerlittle006]

"Is it too much to ask for something great?" For whoever you'd like :)

There’s cursing in here. This is the continuation of my Newsies Life in the ER Series. You can catch up here. We check in on Albert and Finch in this one. There’s some swearing in this one.

January 19, 2021

It had been a hell of a year, since the first COVID case was discovered in the United States. It had been eight months since he saw his first case at the hospital. He was ready for a solid week off with no plans, other than a road trip, catching up on Netflix shows and hanging out with his husband.

He pushed back from the computer with a sigh, giving Spot a look. “Need anything before I leave?”

Spot grinned, shaking his head. “No, but enjoy your time off. I’m insanely jealous, by the way.”

“Your time is coming - two weeks then I’ll be the jealous one.” Albert grinned, watching a chart fly by on the desk. Looking up, he grinned at Plums who maneuvered into a chair. “How’s that baby girl of yours? Has she figured out what sleep is?”

Her and Jack had welcomed Adelin Charlotte Kelly back in July. She was welcomed by many honorary aunts and uncles. Her birth was one the ER wouldn’t forget for a really long time.

Plums sighed. “She loves to throw ragers between 1 and 3 am. She’s got the lungs of her father. Jack was up with her while I got to sleep blissfully while she screamed her head off.”

“Racer and I told you we would take her for a weekend if you want.” Spot reminded her, giving her a big grin. “All you have to do is say yes.”

Plums grinned, pursing her lips. “Let me talk with Jack and I’ll let you know. Just make sure you don’t work the next day after you have her. She loves her ragers.”

“Duly noted.” Spot grinned. “We love her and she will be fine. Al, what are you going to be doing on your vacation?”

Albert leaned back in the chair. “Finch and I are going on a road trip up to Cold Springs for a few days before lazily lying on the couch catching up on Netflix and trying out a few recipes Finch wants to try.”

“What’s up in Cold Springs? I’ve heard it’s gorgeous in the summer but won’t it be colder than here.” Plums looked over at him with an eyebrow raised.

Albert laughed, raising his own eyebrows, grinning. “Finch spent his childhood up in Cold Springs - he always talks about the cute town and little shops along with some great skiing. And, yes it’s cold up there but that’s what they make fireplaces and cozy blankets.”

Spot and Plums both rolled their eyes and laughed at Albert’s expression. “Thanks but we didn’t need to know that.”

“You asked.” Albert grinned. “Now if you don’t have anything for me, I’m heading out.”

They both yelled for him to have a great vacation before he headed to the locker room before clocking out. With a final wave, he headed out of the Emergency Room, heading to his Subaru. Unlocking the car, he threw his bag in the back before getting in.

The car ride home was quiet, him relaxing, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. Pulling into the driveway, he sighed, getting out of the car, walking into the house. He heard the familiar jingle of Rex’s collar, kicking off his shoes before letting the black Lab out of his crate. The dog danced at his feet as he made his way over to the backdoor to let him out.

Making his way to the bedroom, he quickly changed out of the scrubs and into sweatpants and a hoodie. Making his way out to the living room, he let Rex back in, quickly changing his water bowl before collapsing onto the couch. Digging his phone out of his sweatpants, he aimlessly scrolled through his social media.

He felt Rex jump off the couch before starting to bark, causing Albert to look up, realizing that two hours had already passed. He heard the door open as Rex’s excited paws pad on the floor as Finch’s bag hit the hit. Albert smiled hearing Finch talk to Rex, reassuring him he was home for the night. “Hey you.”

Albert pushed himself off the couch, grinning at Finch as he made his way over to him. “Hey yourself. How was your day?”

“Good. It was good to wrap some things up before vacation.” Finch grinned, kissing him again. “How was yours?”

Albert shrugged, sitting back down on the couch. “Two gunshot wounds and a few stitches. Just an average day in life.”

“That’s your average day . . . not most Americans.” Finch grinned, laughing. “Have you been home long?”

He nodded. “Like two hours. Spot and Plums pushed me out telling me they’re jealous of us having a vacation.”

“Have you thought of dinner?” Finch asked, loosening his tie, giving his husband a look while cocking his eyebrow.

Albert had the decency to look a bit guilty. “No . . . I got caught up in a game with Racer and lost track of time.”

“Feel like anything in particular?” Finch asked, heading to the bedroom as he unbuttoned his shirt, giving Albert another look.

Albert threw his head back against the couch, looking up at the ceiling as he flipped through the possibilities for their dinner. Nothing sounds amazingly great to him so he figured he’d leave it up to Finch to decide. “Babe?”

Looking up, a wolfish smile crossed Albert’s face at how utterly gorgeous his husband was. Finch was dressed in ratty sweatpants and an old hoodie from their college days. “What’s up?”

“What do you want for dinner?” Finch joined him on the couch, lacing his fingers with his. “You alright, something seems off?”

Albert shrugged. “I don’t care what we do for dinner - nothing really sounds good. And all is good.”

“Uh huh . . .” Finch gave him a long look, squeezing his hand. “I’m ordering pizza for dinner then we’re going to have a long talk.”

Albert watched Finch pull out his phone, call their favorite pizza place before ordering their usual - a pepperoni pizza with breadsticks and a two liter of Pepsi. Hanging up the phone, Finch dropped it on the coffee table, looking at Finch. “I’m not going to bug you but what’s going on Albert?”

“What do you mean?” Al looked at Finch, biting his lip.

Finch sighed. “You’ve been quiet for the last couple of days and distant for a bit. I have been waiting for you to come to me but you haven’t said much outside of good morning, goodnight, and a text here and there. What’s bugging you, Albert?”

“I’ve been doing some thinking.” Albert started, biting his lip. “Have you thought about where you want our life to go and what you want out of it?”

“I want you and I want the life that we talked about in college.” Finch smiled. “The one that we were going to go on vacation with the destination picked by throwing a dart at a map. The one that we adopted a dog, hours spent on debating which one we wanted, only to go to the shelter to pick out Rex. The one that you come home and tell me about your hospital days and try to gross me out by talking about the goriness of the job. And the one that you're completely and utterly head over heels in love with me.”

Albert grinned, thinking back on the times they would sit under the stars and talk. He looked over at Finch, biting his lip. "Is it too much to ask for something great?"

The words were quiet as they left Albert’s mouth that it was difficult for Finch to hear. “Wanna say that again?”

“Is it too much to ask for something great?” Albert said louder as he looked down at their linked hands.

Finch faltered for a moment, not expecting those words to come out of his husband’s mouth. His mouth opened and closed for a second, not sure what to say to him. “You don’t have to say anything . . . just voicing the question.”

He looked at Albert, hurt across his face. “When did you stop telling me about your thoughts and ideas? One thing I’ve always prided myself in our relationship is how much you and I always talk and work things out that are bugging us.”

“We were talking about greatness at work. One of our docs is retiring and they were talking about how great his career was and how great he is walking away.” Albert started. “I’ve been thinking about how I can have something great. I love you and I love the life we’ve built. All I want is something great.”

“Babe.” Finch paused, shifting in the couch, squeezing his hand. “I think the life we have together is pretty great. I think it’s great that I get to come home to you, to Rex, and tell you about my day. I think it’s great that I can call you my husband and I know that you’re always going to be by my side and be there for me. What isn’t so great about what we have?”

Biting his lip, Albert shook his head. “Do you feel like there’s something we’re missing?”

“At this moment, no. I love our comfortable lifestyle, our jobs are great and we’re in a good spot.” Finch raised an eyebrow. “How long have you been thinking about adding kids to our life?”

A gasp escaped Albert’s mouth as a smile crossed his lips. “Only a few weeks. I see what Jack and Kat have with Addie and I’ve started thinking about us. We always talked about having kids but it didn’t become real until a few weeks ago.”

“We’ve been married for six months, Al. Do you want to add kids to our life so quickly?” Finch asked. “We can spoil Addie rotten for a bit longer . . .”

Sighing, Albert threw his head back against the couch. “I want kids but at times I feel like we’re being left behind. Race and Spot have been talking about kids as have Romeo and Specs. We’re not even at that point yet.”

“We’re also 26 years old.” Finch bit back, giving him a look. “Since when do we set our lives based on our friend’s lives and what they’re doing? I am starting to get the feeling that there’s something deeper going on Albert. Please just tell me.”

Unlacing his fingers from Finch’s, Albert tapped his knee. “Okay . . . don’t kill me when I tell you . . .”

“You can’t start a sentence like that, Albert.” Finch raised an eyebrow at him. He slid closer to Albert, pulling him into his arms. “Just tell me Albert, I’m really starting to worry.”

The doorbell interrupted them as Finch dropped a kiss on Albert’s head. Pushing off the couch, he retrieved the pizza, breadsticks, and the soda pop before dropping them on the coffee table. Finch took a deep breath, going into the kitchen to get two glasses of ice, paper plates, and napkins before dropping back onto the couch beside Albert. “Alright snugs, talk to me.”

Grabbing a slice of pizza and a breadstick, Albert relaxed on the couch with a sigh. “I had a doctor’s appointment a few days ago - just the annual physical. But there was something in my blood work that has my doctor concerned.”

“Concerned? What is it?” Dropping his plate onto the coffee table, shifting to look at Albert, Finch pursed his lips in concern.

“My white blood cell count was high.” Albert sighed, tears crowding his eyes. “But I feel fine and haven’t been sick lately. My doctor is running additional tests and I’m in a waiting period. What if it’s more serious?”

Pulling Albert into his arms, he ran his hand through his hair. “Thank you for telling me. What do you always tell your patients - don’t jump to conclusions. It could be that there’s something going on with your white blood cells that isn’t related to an illness.”

Pressing a kiss to Albert’s head, Finch sighed. “So you decided to bring up thinking about everything that you haven’t achieved yet to cover the fact that you’re potentially sick? Albert, I promised you, in sickness and in health that I will love you always. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Yeah that wasn’t very smart of me.” Albert agreed, with a sad smile. “I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

Finch ran his hand through his hair, chuckling. “How about next time you have news to deliver you just tell me? Yes, it may scare me but I’m not going to run; those vows and you mean too much to me.”

“Deal.” Holding out his hand, Albert smiled. “Do you want to continue our discussion of kids?”

Finch sighed. “How about we get through this hiccup in our lives first before we circle back to the kids front? We both know we want kids, that’s not even a question but the timing, we’re going to need to discuss that in more detail.”

Nodding, Albert smiled. “That sounds like a plan. We make a pretty good team.”

“We sure do.” Finch leaned over and kissed Albert. “I love you, snugs.”

“Love you too Finchie.”

Four Days Later

The door closed behind him as he kicked off his shoes. Walking into the kitchen, he placed the vase of flowers on the counter before looking around. The house was quiet as he peeked his head into the living room. Albert and Rex were curled up on the couch, both sound asleep causing Finch to grin brightly.

He walked into the bedroom, changing into sweats and a hoodie before walking out and kneeling next to the couch. He ran his hand through Rex’s fur as the dog looked up at Finch as his tail started thumping. Moving to run his hair through Albert’s hair, Finch grinned listening to Albert’s breath hitch as he peeked an eye open. “Hey.”

Finch’s smile widened at the grogginess of Albert’s voice. “Hey yourself. Long day?”

“Tough day. We lost a patient today.” Albert sighed. “I came home and cuddled with Rex and must’ve fallen asleep.”

Pressing a kiss to his forehead, Finch lightly scratched Albert’s scalp, smiling hearing him sigh in contentment. “How was your day, Finchie?”

“I got an embarrassing bouquet of flowers but glad you got some good news about your tests.” Finch grinned. “Did you really need to send the flowers?”

Albert laughed, pushing himself into a seated position. “Yes, I could’ve called you and told you the news but thought you might like the flowers. I would’ve loved to see your face when they got delivered.”

Fishing his phone from his back pocket, Finch opened it tilting it for Albert to look at. “Ask and you shall receive. Amelia took a photo and sent it to me after the fact. Hey, Albie?”

“Yeah Finchie?” Albert looked up from the photo with a smile on his face.

“I’m really glad you’re going to be okay.” Finch smiled. “You just have to take an antibiotic, right? Nothing else?”

Albert smiled. “Just an antibiotic for a few days and a check up in three months. I’m okay, Finchie. But if you want, I’ll give Katherine the report and she can talk to you about it.”

“You’d let Katherine do that?” Finch asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Albie smiled and nodded. “If it gives you peace of mind, then yes, I’d let our friend do that. She’d tell you the same thing that I just told you. I’m going to be just fine, Finchie.”

Pulling him off the couch, Finch pulled him into his arms with a laugh before kissing him. “I love you Albie.”

“I love you too Finchie.” Albert laughed, pushing himself on his tiptoes to kiss Finch. “Now can we talk about kids?”

Laughing, Finch nodded, stilling Albert in their awkward dance. “We have all the time in the world but yes we can talk about kids, assuming you want to be a dad.”

“I was thinking a papa more like it but yes, I want to raise kids with you Patrick Cortes-DaSilva.” Albert kissed him with a passionate furish.

Finch chuckled. “And I want to raise kids with you too, Albert Cortes-DaSilva. I love you Albie.”

“And I you, Finchie forever and always.”

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