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Chase bribes Johnny and Peter to keep Zelda distracted for a few hours. It's not hard, setting everything up without her knowledge. For some (very few) things, having a bed-ridden wife helps. Once he's sure the nursery is ready, he puts in the final touches-- a blanket here, a teddy bear there-- he steps back, smiling. God, he's so lucky ( Read more... )

Chase groans as he wakes up, rolling away from the bright sun spilling into the bedroom through the window. Bumping against Zelda, he slowly opens his eyes and smiles widely. He nearly forgot that she was back, and it's more than a pleasant surprise to be reminded. Moving against her, he wraps an arm around her tightly and pulls her closes. Chase ( Read more... )

With Johnny back, the idea's that's been festering has simply grown even larger. Now would be the perfect time for it-- he'll need the support Johnny can lend, and it's the only time Zelda's, well, really not going to notice ( Read more... )

It's been three days-- three days-- since Zelda left and Chase is already at his wits end. Wandering through the house, he checks the locks before turning off the lights. Heading to the bedroom, ignoring the soft sounds coming fro the direction of Johnny and Peter's room, Chase closes the door behind him ( Read more... )

Chase wakes up long before the alarm goes off. Silencing it, he slips out of bed and toward the kitchen. There are still a few hours left before sunrise, but with their flight leaving so early, they have no other time ( Read more... )

Chase falls into the apartment, leaning against the door for a moment. He closes his eyes, sucking in a deep breath before plastering on a smile and heading into the living room.

He stops behind Zelda, watching her studying for a moment. He can't lose her. He can't.

Kissing the top of her head, he sinks beside her. "Hey, honey. Good day?"

One of the benefits of having been Zelda's doctor was knowing her birthday without having to ask. The morning of, he makes a quick breakfast, setting one of her presents beside her plate. Creeping back into the bedroom, he hovers over her, smiling.

"Zelda, honey," he calls softly, kissing her. "Happy birthday."

Chase speeds to the hospital despite the fact he no longer looks anything like his license. She no longer does.

Despite the fact that Zelda looks nothing like his license.

Groaning, Chase pulls into the parking lot, taking a moment to glance in the mirror. What the hell is going on? He smooths his hair down, covering his ears, and steps out of ( Read more... )

Each day, Chase finds, it's been a little harder to convince himself to get out of bed. He's barely seen any patients, hardly done anything besides going to work and coming home to sleep, and he hasn't really spoken with anyone for a few weeks, now ( Read more... )