Waking

(Cal's POV)

I can't believe I brought her to this house. When I woke up for the first time, I went straight to the room that I brought her to. She was fast asleep, all of the blanket on the floor as she curled up on top of them. I walked in and gently picked her up and settled her back into the bed. When I put the blankets back on top of her, I swear her eyes were open. Her hand rested on my cheek, pulling me close. Then, it all stopped. Her hand fell and her eyes were closed. What the hell am I thinking? I think that the woman I am trying to protect is attractive and now I'm fantasizing? Super professional, Cal.

I'm part of the HYFD. High Yorkers Fire Department. I only recently transferred to this station and so far, I'm loving it. Charlie's mother would have loved it here too, but she was taken far too soon. At the same time, I'm glad she's dead. I might sound like a terrible person saying that, but she would get high and leave Charlie alone in our room with the door locked. That crazy ass fucking woman stole my heart but not enough of it, I suppose. I can't blame her for becoming an addict. It's mainly her brother's fault. He killed himself shortly after she died to protect himself from being tied up with the case on her murder.

I sighed, walking over to Charlie's room, to see him sitting up, crying. When I sat beside him, he gripped onto my arm, sniffling. He didn't speak. We sat there, his breathing calming down. When he finally spoke, it froze me.

"I want Mari to be my mommy. Max didn't care about me. Mari does, Daddy." Her buried his face into my chest, more tears pouring out of his eyes. I pet his head until he fell back asleep. When I left and closed his door, what he said got me thinking. Maybe she could be some help. . .Maybe.

~End~