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12 December 2008 @ 10:07 pm
A Woman Waits for Me 23/39  
Title: A Woman Waits for Me
Chapter
: 23/39
Author: ladygray99 
Pairing: Charlie/Colby, Don/OFC, Larry/Megan, Alan/OFC
Summary: When Don’s life slides into the darkness only family will help him find his way out. – And then the day comes.
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 4,043
Warning: none
Disclaimer: Numb3rs belongs to other people who are not me. I’m not making any money from this though I wish I were.
Previous Chapters: Part 4 of Whitman ‘verse. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22
Authors Notes: First off I have to give a huge debt of thanks to sabelle67  and boymommytotwo  for sharing their personal experiences and the experiences of friends. Without them the next few chapters would not be half the quality they are. So thank you both. That being said I’m sure I left something out or forgot something and I know I ended up fudging some medical stuff but I hope I kept the emotion honest and recognizable. I'd really like your feelings on this one folks.
Betas:swingandswirl  and riverotter1951 

 

Part 23
The Sound of a Breath

Don sat up with a start to the sound of Anne calling his name. She was standing at the foot of the bed, tears flowing down her face.

“It’s too soon,” she choked out.

~

Don felt beyond helpless, all the books, all the website had told him he’d feel helpless. This was worse than that, this wasn’t helpless, this was useless. Anne curled into a ball on the hospital bed squeezing his hand until he could feel the bones begin to bend.

It wasn’t the pain Don couldn’t stop; that wasn’t the worst, it was the tears. They hadn’t stopped for a moment. They ran down Anne’s face in waves and ran down his own.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Anne whispered between sobs.

“It’s okay.” Don tried to say. Be supportive and sympathetic the books advised. “You can do this.”

Anne shook her head. “It’s too soon.”

The doctor came into their small but private room. Anne curled into a tighter ball, squeezing her eyes shut, as if she could somehow keep the child in her through pure force of will.

“Mrs. Eppes,” the doctor began, a middle aged woman with a kindly face.

Anne shook her head. “It’s too soon.”

“Mrs. Eppes, Anne. Can you look at me?” Anne cracked open her eyes. “Yes it is too soon but we knew this was coming. You made it to twenty nine weeks, that’s twenty eight more than any doctor would have predicted. You’ve done very well, you’ve done excellent. You have nothing to be ashamed of, do you understand?”

Anne squeezed her eyes shut again and squeezed Don’s hand but gave a tight nod.

“Good. Your last scan showed he was large for gestational age, which means his lungs should be more developed and that’s a very good thing. Now we’re going to have everything set up ready to go. We have good people standing by. He’ll be warm, he’ll have air and food and a team of very experienced people keeping a very close eye on him. We even have little speakers that can play a recording of your heartbeat for him. Okay?”

Anne nodded again. Don gently stroked her fine hair unable to think of anything else to say or do.

Anne opened her eyes and took a deep breath trying to blink away tears. “Make the call.” She whispered. Don nodded and pressed his lips to her tear stained cheek before stepping out into the hall.

~

Colby picked up his phone. “Hello.” He mumbled into it, peering at the clock that said 3:22 a.m.

“It’s Don. It’s started.”

“Okay. Good luck.” Don hung up on him. It had all been arranged weeks ago like a military operation. Don would only have to make one phone call to set everything in motion. Colby nudged Charlie awake. Charlie mumbled. “Charlie, it’s time.” Charlie’s eyes snapped open and he sprang out of bed grabbing his phone and pulling on clothes. Colby quickly made his way down the hall to the master bedroom. He tapped on the door and let himself in.

Alan squinted at him from the dark. “Is it time?” He asked in a rough whisper.

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

“Downstairs in five.” Colby closed the door as Alan nudged Kathryn awake next to him.

Back in their room Charlie was dressed and on his phone. His job was to call Anne’s best friends, Sasha and Mary. Colby pulled on jeans and a t-shirt, then grabbed his own phone.

~

Megan picked her phone up before it vibrated off the nightstand. “Hello.” She whispered into it.

“Megan, it’s Colby, it’s started.”

“Right. I’ll meet you there.” Megan hung up and nudged Larry awake. “Larry, come on, time to get up.” Larry made a mumble and tried to hide his head under a pillow. “Anne’s in labor.”

Larry sat strait up. “Oh my! What?”

“I don’t know anything. Just it’s started.”

Megan had put a new number on speed dial and quickly thumbed it. The phone on the other end rang twice.

“Edgerton.” A voice rough with sleep answered.

“It’s Reeves. Where are you?”

Fresno.”

“Time to hit LA.”

“Shit.” Ian mumbled as Megan began pulling on clothes the phone wedged between her ear and shoulder. “I can be down in about four hours. Can you give me a quick brief, what’s on the board?”

“We’ve got bomb threats hitting the LA Times through the mail every other day, same sender but no bomb yet. Got a nasty Columbian/Jamaican turf war but Walker and Garcia are heading up that one, we’re just providing manpower and forensics. We’re waiting for forensics on two suspicious deaths that may or may not be connected, got a product tampering case but that’s looking like an isolated incident, and a sloppy bank job, we’re just waiting for the guys or the money to pop their heads up.”

“So… busy week?”

Megan laughed. “No, Ian, this is a light week where we catch up on paper work.” Ian groaned. “Welcome to Violent Crimes, boss.”

Ian sighed. “I’ll see you in the morning,” he said, then hung up.

Megan dialed another number and waited for the voice mail to pick up. “This is Special Agent Megan Revees calling to inform you that Special Agent Don Eppes will be starting his leave of absence effective immediately. Agent Ian Edgerton has been informed and is in transit to LA.”

~

Colby fidgeted in the waiting room with Charlie, Alan and Kathryn. They had tried to get information but all they were told was that labor had begun and the doctors were making final decisions and preparations. Alan began to pace about the room, practically bouncing off the walls, whereas Charlie got up and worked his way into a corner of the room. Colby checked his watch. It was barely four. The door swung open. All heads shot up and there was a slight whoosh of disappointment as Megan and Larry came in. Megan caught the vibe in the room.

“I take it we don’t know anything?” Everyone shook their head. Larry took a seat next to Colby and Megan took up a place in the corner across from Charlie.

Next time the door opened David crept in with a quiet nod.

“Hey.” He said to Colby in barely a whisper.

“Hey, man. You didn’t have to come down. We don’t know anything yet.”

David shrugged. “Biggest thing to happen to the office since you and Charlie hooked up. I’m not getting left out of the loop this time.”

Colby gave a tired chuckle. “Fair enough.”

Just a moment behind David were two women Colby had never met. One had short cropped blond curls and a sweet if slightly disconnected expression, the other had long blue hair which you could argue was either hospital blue or baby blue. Charlie came out of his corner and gave each of them a hug. He lifted a lock of blue hair.

“Sasha, explain to me how you manage to color coordinate your hair to any situation?” Charlie asked.

“Practice. And lots of Manic Panic.”

Charlie waved his dad over. “Dad, these are Anne’s friends, Mary and Sasha.”

“Hi.” Alan shook hands with each of them.

“So, no news?” Sasha asked. Alan shook his head. “Right.”

Colby was sure that Charlie could get some sort of amazing mathematical formula out of watching the way people paced around the small room, avoiding each other yet still managing straight lines that intersected. Colby blinked and for a split second he swore he could see the paths of each person streaking back and forth across the room, the speed they each moved, where the paths intersected. He gave his head a shake and made a note to ask Charlie about it later.

The door opened one more time and a doctor stepped in.

“Eppes?” the doctor inquired.

“Yes,” everyone said in unison, even though there were technically only two Eppes in the room.

“Very good, Mrs. Eppes will be delivering tonight. She is being moved to the delivery room as we speak and it should take place within the next hour.”

“Anything else?” Alan asked.

“That’s all I can tell you for now.”

“Right.”

The doctor left the room and everyone looked at each other.

“Should someone… maybe… be there?” Larry asked carefully.

The room was silent as everyone of course wanted to be there but at the same time dreaded what the final outcome could be.

Suddenly a ring tone pierced the quiet. It was a tinny, telephone rendition of Hail to the Chief.

“Shit!” Charlie exclaimed and flipped his phone open. “Eppes.” He snapped. “No I will not hol…” Charlie rolled his eyes. “What?” Charlie snapped then rolled his eyes again. “Good morning to you too, Mr. President.” Charlie said, heavy on the sarcasm. Every eyebrow in the room except Colby’s shot up. “Look… I can’t… This isn’t...Mr. President!” Charlie suddenly snapped. “It’s four in the morning, my sister-in-law is in labor and unless you need me to stop the apocalypse you can give it to someone else.” Charlie snapped his phone shut.

Alan’s jaw dropped. “Charlie, did you just hang up on the President?”

“Oh, like I’m the first.”

“Charlie!”

Charlie held open his arms. “You once said one day I’d have to make a decision between one of my equations and a kid upstairs sick with the flu. I’ve decided.” Charlie tossed his phone to Alan who barely caught it. “I’ll be with Don.”

“Wait.” Alan said as Charlie grabbed the door knob. “What do I do if the president calls back?”

Charlie shrugged. “Answer it.”

~

The room was dim and warm. From somewhere there was whale song playing. Anne was taking long slow breaths. They had skipped the whole lamaze class thing since the chances of a normal birth were going to be so low anyways. They’d also skipped a lot of the birthing books for the same reason. Don had tried to read a couple of expectant father books but had mainly just found them patronizing. He still remembered how to change a diaper from when Charlie was a baby and was really more concerned about whether or not his son was going to come out with functioning lungs. He’d diligently read What to Expect When You’re Expecting front to back but Anne just treated it more like a reference manual.

Tucked into the corner of the room was a clear plastic box. Don knew his son would go right into it, tubes and monitors were all standing by waiting for something that shouldn’t happen for another two months but was going to happen now.

The door opened and Charlie snuck in, wrapped in blue disposable hospital scrubs.

“Hey,” he said softly.

“Hey,” was all Don could manage. Charlie gave Don a squeeze on the shoulder then went around the bed to take Anne’s other hand. She gave him a ghost of a smile.

“Hey, Christian.”

“Hey, Annie.” Charlie looked around. “Why are we listening to whales?”

Anne shook her head. “I don’t know. I voted for Begger’s Banquet.”

“My kid is not coming out to Sympathy for the Devil.”

“I’ve got Let It Be...Naked out in the car.” Charlie offered.

“Maybe for the next one, Charlie.” Anne said between clenched teeth.

The door opened again and a small army of people walked in in masks and scrubs.

“Okay, Mrs. Eppes. Are you ready?” One of the masked people asked.

“On one condition. That we lose the fucking whales!” Anne moaned.

Someone in a mask chuckled and fiddled with some buttons on the wall. The whales went away and the lights got a little brighter.

“All right, Mrs. Eppes this shouldn’t take more than a push or two.” Someone said.

Anne nodded, got into position, closed her eyes and pushed.

There was a wet sound and the doctor’s hands came away. Don saw what could only be a sick joke of a baby doll in the doctor’s hand, tiny and dark, no movement, no sound. The nurses descended. The cord was quickly cut and the face was wiped and the tiny mouth suctioned. Then there was a noise, it couldn’t be called a cry, maybe a mew from the smallest of kittens, a slight whistle, the sound of a breath passing over small lips.

“We have lung function.”

Anne began to cry and Don felt the tears run down his own face again. The plastic box was rolled over and within a moment the room had the sound of a heart monitor, rapid but steady, strong.

“We’ll take him strait to NICU.” Don nodded and watched as his son was wheeled out of the room. He turned to Anne who let go of his hand for the first time in hours.

“Go.” She said, gesturing to the door.

“I’ll watch her.” said Charlie.

Don nodded and ran after the team.

Charlie stroked Anne’s head gently. “He made a noise, did you hear?”

Anne nodded, then suddenly gripped Charlie’s hand. Charlie looked over just in time to see something horrible hit the bed.

“Holy Shit, what’s that!?” Charlie exclaimed feeling his stomach turn over.

“That’s the afterbirth.” A nurse informed calmly.

Charlie looked at Anne, unable to get the horrified expression off his face.

“If you pass out I’ll kill you.” Anne mumbled exhaustedly, still holding Charlie’s hand. Charlie swallowed hard, firm in the knowledge that he’d never be ill at a crime scene again after that.

“Okay, Mrs. Eppes, we’re going to get you cleaned up then you can rest.”

“I want to see him.” Anne said.

“I know. In a little while. They’re getting him cleaned up and settled in as well.” The nurse said calmly.

Anne let go of Charlie. “Go find Don.”

“Okay.”

“Tell him, Matthew.”

~

Don leaned against the large glass window. There was a whole room of babies on the other side, if they could be called that. Don still remembered Charlie coming home from the hospital. He’d been large and round, a week late, with stubby fingers, and dark hair, and chubby cheeks that never really went away.

There wasn’t a pink chubby cheek in sight here. Life could only be detected by the beeps of heart monitors and the rise and fall of tiny chests connected to a dozen tubes. A part of Don thought it looked like a sick modern art exhibit, especially the way the incubators were brightly decorated with pictures and drawings and the name of each baby.

Here and there a parent sat quietly next to one of the plastic boxes, each with a tiny life inside, the parents wrapped in dim yellow robes. There was a void in the room, right near the window, an empty spot waiting to be filled.

Don jumped as a hand rested on his shoulder.

“Don.” Charlie said softly.

“Anne?”

“Is fine. They’re just getting her cleaned up and settled in.” Don nodded. He looked at his watch, it wasn’t even five yet, it had all happened so fast.

“Where..?” Charlie began looking through the window.

Don shook his head. “They need to weigh him and do...stuff.”

Charlie nodded. “Anne says Matthew.”

“Matthew Eppes.” Don gave a little smile. “Sounds good.”

“Matthew.” Charlie repeated. “Matthew, Mattie. Mattie Eppes? Sounds like a Hall of Famer to me.”

Don gave an exhausted chuckle that may have come out closer to a sob.

There was movement in the room. A cart with an incubator and all kinds of equipment Don didn’t recognize, but got the feeling he soon would, was wheeled into the void. A piece of tape was stuck to the plastic with the word Eppes written on it in black pen. Don squeezed his eyes shut.

“He’s so small, Charlie.”

“No, Don, open your eyes, look.” Don looked. “See,” Charlie pointed. “He’s trying to kick his legs already. He’s strong. He was just impatient, wanted to get out and see the world. Must get that from you.”

Don nodded and tried to breathe. He watched as the baby, Matthew, tried to shift his legs for another moment before seeming to settle down into sleep.

A youngish man in purple scrubs came towards them.

“Mr. Eppes?”

“Yes.” Said Don.

“I’m Nurse Andrew, I’m here to answer any questions you have right off, then I get to make you fill out paperwork.” the young man said, holding up a clipboard with what looked like a half a ream of paper attached to it.

“How is he?” Don asked quickly before he could even think.

“He’s doing well. Three pounds even, that’s very good for 29 weeks, his heart sounds good, his O2 levels are good, your wife is expressing in the other room and as soon as that’s ready we’ll get in a feeding tube and get him breakfast.”

“Feeding tube?” Don asked with some panic.

“Not as scary as it sounds. Our goal here is for him to be able to put all his energy into growing, that means doing everything for him, keeping him as quiet and relaxed as possible. This is full time pampering until he’s ready to go home. Okay?” Don nodded. “Okay. He’s going to be assigned a specific nurse so she can learn his habits, likes, dislikes.” Don looked through the window at his tiny son. “Don’t let the size fool you, he’ll start displaying personality and preference very quick.”

“Can I hold him?” Don asked.

The nurse shook his head. “Not right away, we don’t want to over stimulate or jar his system. You may be able to touch him a little.”

Charlie began rubbing soothing circles on Don’s back as he contemplated not getting to hold his son until who knew when.

“You’re going to have Martha assigned to your baby.”

“Matthew.” Don said quickly.

“Excuse me?

“Matthew, his name.”

“Good name.” Andrew said with a smile. “Martha is a wonderful woman, she’ll be in in about an hour and she’ll take good care of all of you, help you over the rough bits, answer your questions, and she’s been doing this longer than I’ve been alive.”

Don nodded. “Okay. Thank you.”

“Now, hate to do this.” Andrew held up the clip board. Charlie plucked it from his hand along with the pen.

“I’ll handle the paperwork.”

“Well then Mr. Eppes, would you like to meet your son?”

Don nodded and let himself be led away.

~

Charlie was still diligently working his way through a mound of insurance and payment forms when the circus solemnly and quietly arrived.

“Hey, Charlie.” Alan said softly. Charlie stood and motioned everyone towards the window. Don and Anne were in matching yellow robes watching as a nurse slid in a tube up through Matthew’s nose.

“Oh, God.” breathed Alan at the sight. Charlie could hear the shake in his father’s voice.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Charlie rubbed firm circles on his father’s back. “You’re a grandpa now.” Alan nodded.

“Have they picked a name?” David asked.

“Matthew.” Charlie said. “Matthew Eppes. Mattie.”

“Mattie Eppes. Sounds like a ball player to me.” Megan said and there were soft chuckles all around.

“That’s what I thought about Don Eppes.” Alan said.

“Nah, Don Eppes, FBI rolls too easily off the tongue.” Megan argued.

Alan gave a snort. “So that’s where I went wrong.”

Sasha leaned over and whispered into Mary’s ear. “What color?”

“Blue.” Mary answered, never taking her eyes off the infant.

“Dodgers Blue?”

Mary smiled. “Yes.”

“Don’ll be happy about that.”

“He’s strong already.”

“Good.”

David’s watch beeped. He quickly shut it off. “Oh look, time to wake up.”

“At 5?” Megan asked.

“I was going to go for a jog.”

Larry took that moment to let out a jaw-cracking yawn. “Oh, excuse me.” He quickly said.

“It’s okay. I think we’re all feeling it.” Colby said.

“There better not be any call-outs today.” mused David.

“Maybe we can talk the new boss into an early day.”

Don looked up and out the window. He gave a little wave to his team, who waved back.

“So this is life now.” David said, sounding a little philosophical.

“For Don, yeah.” said Colby softly. It was a weird thought and he knew Megan and David shared it. Don, in his own way, was damn near as hyper as Charlie, only willing to sit still through sheer exhaustion, notorious for the amount of twitching he did on stake outs. The thought of him more or less glued to a small box in a windowless room for the next few months was a difficult one to contemplate and yet they all knew he would do it. He’d probably have to be dragged out to eat or sleep or change clothes.

“Oh, here.” Alan said suddenly, handing Charlie back his phone. “I nearly forgot. The President called back.”

“Did you answer it?” Charlie asked with more than a little trepidation.

“Yes. We had a very nice chat and he sends his best and would like you to call him back before his six o’clock with the Chinese premier.”

“Right.” Charlie said, still feeling a little suspicious at the thought of his father talking with the president.

“You have some interesting people on your speed dial you know?”

Charlie’s eyes went wide. “Did you crank call the Pentagon?”

“No,” Alan answered a little too quickly.

“We wouldn’t let him,” said Colby.

Charlie gave his father a bit of an evil eye before dropping his phone back in his pocket.

Nurse Andrew came out of a side door. “Excuse me? Mr. Eppes, Dr. Eppes?”

“Yes,” said Alan and Charlie.

“I’ve been asked to run you through decon procedures and then you can meet the new member of your family.”

“Well, I think that’s our cue to get an early start at the office.” Megan said.

Larry gave Charlie a hug. “Give Don my best and all my hopes for his own wormhole.” Charlie chuckled.

“Wormhole?” Colby asked.

“Children, portals into the unreachable future and the unattainable past, wormholes.”

David gave Megan his patented ‘You’re sleeping with this guy?’ look.

“Thank you Larry.” Charlie said, then took his father’s arm. “Come on, Dad. Let’s go meet the newest Eppes.”

~

Ian did his best to look awake as he strode into LA Violent Crimes. He had certainly done more on less sleep and he knew he didn’t have anything to prove to these guys; still, he was stepping into Eppes’ shoes and wanted to make a good impression.

Reeves, Sinclair, and Granger were already hunched over their desks and the smell of coffee was wafting through the air.

“Hey.” he greeted. Three heads popped up. All looked tired.

“Morning, Ian. How was the drive?” David asked.

“Long. So...what’s the word?”

“Matthew Alan Charles Eppes, born 4:38 am, three pounds even.” Colby provided.

“How’s Don holding up?”

Everyone shrugged. “His first-born son is in a plastic box, hooked up to heart monitors with a tube up his nose.”

Ian nodded “Fair enough. Hey, Megan, can we talk for a moment?” Ian gestured towards the break room.

“Sure thing.”

Ian poured himself a cup of coffee, going heavy on the sugar. “Look, I know Eppes wanted you to have this gig but the Bureau gave him some shit about manpower and seniority and god knows what. I’m here mainly as a favor. Everyone knows there would be no way he’d trust you lot to a stranger and if there’s one time in his life he doesn’t need to be thinking about this place it’s now. Outside of some classified moments in South America I really don’t do the field commander thing so if you want this I’ve got no problems, I’ll just sign whatever needs to be signed every day and as far as I’m concerned you can run the whole damn city.”

Megan poured her own cup of coffee. “You know what, Ian, I’m going to do you a favor.”

‘Shit.’ Ian thought at the tone of Megan’s voice.

“Violent Crimes is all yours. You’re a big boy, boss, time to learn to play with others.” Megan gave Ian a pat on the arm and went back her desk.

‘I wonder if she’s been talking to my mother.’ Ian thought as he followed.

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ninou1ninou1 on December 12th, 2008 01:38 pm (UTC)
Welcome to the fandom world little Matthew... *g*

The first step of Ian as a boss are hilarious. Nice try Ian, but Megan too smart, she knew better...
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 12th, 2008 06:25 pm (UTC)
And here Ian though he could get a three month sorta vacation. Nope.
riverotter1951: Roseriverotter1951 on December 12th, 2008 03:07 pm (UTC)
Perfect : “Matthew Alan Charles Eppes, born 4:38 am, three pounds even.” Colby provided.

Ian walks into Violent Crimes and discovers that he's in charge so play nice.

Alan nudged Kathryn awake next to him. - is there a wedding in their future? Will Ian give away the bride?
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 12th, 2008 06:29 pm (UTC)
You know I haven't decided on if Alan and Kathryn are going to get married or just live in sin. Kathryn's never been married and always claimed she wasn't the marring kind also Alan's already been hitches once so I'm not sure if he's up for doing that again. One the other hand the boy's, including Ian, are going to probubly be nudging them in that direction with in a year or so and it's not like any of them are that young with room to be wishy washy about that kind of thing. So... /shrug/ We'll see. I do like the image of Ian giving his mom away while giving Alan 'fear me' looks.
PenguinGoddessclonus7 on December 12th, 2008 07:23 pm (UTC)
Welcome to the world Mattie Eppes :-) Matthew, very good name... *grins*

That was a good idea, Don making one call and it going from there to alert everyone else. Nice idea to tuck away for future reference.

Charlie told the president off and then hung up on him. Classic! LOL! That was awesome. And the whole end was funny... Alan wanting to prank call the Pentagon and Ian and Megan conversation. You are so good to us readers. Thank you.

Patiently waiting for more.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 12th, 2008 07:28 pm (UTC)
As always more will come. Thank you for reading. My day's not right until I know people have read.
Erinstarlettmalfoy on December 12th, 2008 07:46 pm (UTC)
So many wonderful things to comment on about this chapter, I don't even know where to start.

First of all, I just want to say that this line made me squee:

“I’ve got Let It Be...Naked out in the car.” Charlie offered.

I'm hopelessly addicted to the Beatles. I even have two tattoos (their logo from Ringo's drumkit on my wrist and John Lennon's self portrait doodle on my hip) of them. ^^ Beatles references for the win. Hehe.

I love the name Matthew. My best friend's name is Matthew, and funnily enough, I only ever call him Mattie, and I'm only one of two people to do so. So that made me smile.

Props to Megan for making Ian step up. It'll be really interesting to see how he deals with being in charge.

And lastly - the bit with the President had me biting my hand so that I didn't laugh so loudly as to disturb the rest of the people in my office. I love it when fics do that.

Thank you!!!
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 12th, 2008 08:09 pm (UTC)
The funny thing is I wrote this way before Charlie's fondness of the Beatles was cannon. I'm glad you liked the name. I was just writing and it popped up and never changed.
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Devo79devo79 on December 12th, 2008 07:52 pm (UTC)
Loved this chapter =)
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 12th, 2008 08:09 pm (UTC)
Thank you. :)
fredbassettfredbassett on December 12th, 2008 08:47 pm (UTC)
God, I was tense, reading this, and really rooting for the little 'un, and Matthew is a lovely name.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 12th, 2008 08:48 pm (UTC)
Glad you like the name. Keep rooting for him. :)
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wcpjfditdov on December 12th, 2008 10:55 pm (UTC)
It is really sweet, how friends and family all come rallying around Don and Anne and little Matthew. It is good to be loved.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 13th, 2008 12:04 am (UTC)
It is good to be loved.
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ladygray99ladygray99 on December 13th, 2008 12:05 am (UTC)
You know I didn't think of that at all. I guess he was in his shorts. Hehe. Opps. I guess he was too rushed to think about it himself. :)
riverotter1951: north American river otterriverotter1951 on December 13th, 2008 04:22 pm (UTC)
Just realized
Matthew Alan Charles Eppes = MACE [initials]. Is this a hint of his future profession or a nickname or possibly the nick name of maniac?
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 13th, 2008 06:32 pm (UTC)
Re: Just realized
I completely missed that. Hopefully he wont turn into a maniac.
twins_m0m on December 15th, 2008 09:06 pm (UTC)
Man, this brings back memories. The description of the feeding tube especially rings true. The nervousness and fear that Anne and Don feel is also very real. Interesting that Charlie is allowed into the NICU. Only parents and grandparents were allowed into the one my girls stayed in. Glad that everyone was there to lend support. It really helps. And good for Megan to not let Ian just take the easy way out of command. Hey dude, you need to buck up on this one!

Welcome to the world Matthew!
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 16th, 2008 12:42 am (UTC)
I kinda stretched the family only rule on this but I'm glad I managed to capture the feeling.
Mia: don/amitamia_dcwut_09 on January 1st, 2009 10:09 pm (UTC)
lol loved ian thoughts
aww don's babys here
ladygray99ladygray99 on January 1st, 2009 10:11 pm (UTC)
Yes he is. Another generation of Eppes at long last.
laura_trekkielaura_trekkie on January 18th, 2009 10:47 am (UTC)
Well, that was heart in mouth time! I'm glad little Matthew's here okay, if a little small. The nurses all seemed happy, anyway.

Nice family moments between Anne and Don, Don and Charlie and Charlie and Anne. I loved that Charlie hung up on the President and that Alan got to have a nice chat with him *g*. It's a good job no one let him crank call the Pentagon, though *vbg*.

Poor Ian, all his hopes of being just a figure head dashed. He should know by now that Megan's too perceptive to let him get away with that :). Let the fun begin...

Laura.
ladygray99ladygray99 on January 19th, 2009 12:20 am (UTC)
Alan really wanted to crack call the pentagon. everyone pointed out that the pentagon probubly has caller ID.
fractalmoonfractalmoon on November 27th, 2012 07:03 pm (UTC)
I love this:

David shrugged. “Biggest thing to happen to the office since you and Charlie hooked up. I’m not getting left out of the loop this time.”

I appreciated how Charlie looked for ways to be supportive to Anne and Don. When Anne called him "Christian," I realized that she may have considered him the closest person she had to a family member from her own side of the family, as she knew him as her "street brother" (not sure if that's the right phrase) before he became her brother-in-law.

Does Colby ever tell Charlie about his moment of "Charlie-vision"?

And of course I enjoyed Charlie snarking off the president!
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 3rd, 2012 03:51 pm (UTC)
When Anne cleaned up she cut off everyone she knew before including the only couple of members of her family she had. Charlie is really the only one who knew who she was before even if they only knew each other a short time. She's also probably the only person still around who saw Charlie at his worst. In a lot of ways they both try to pretend that time didn't happen but they also both like knowing there is someone who knows what they were so can appreciate what they have become.