Damn she’s good, why does it give me such pleasure to push her buttons? Whoa, let’s not go there; no button pushing here. She’s straight, remember dumb ass? And with that, Randy’s logical thought process went by the wayside. “Just a woman huh? A cocky one even! So it doesn’t bother you that I’m a lesbian or that I’m about to kiss you?”
Stacy tried to keep her expression neutral, but her pupils gave her away when they dilated wide open. “Of course it doesn’t bother me if you’re a lesbian, if you are.” She said calmly. She wouldn’t dare.
Randy smiled smugly. “Well that’s good that it wouldn’t bother you, if I am. I better get home and get some sleep.” She leaned forward quickly and saw Stacy’s eyes go wide. At the last second she turned and kissed her cheek. “Have a good night.” She turned and let herself out, closing the door behind her.
Stacy stood there without moving for a few minutes. Her heart was racing. Oh stop it. She wasn’t really going to kiss you, she knows you’re straight. She felt a tiny pang of disappointment, but chalked it up to her own ego being bruised. She went through the motions of getting ready for bed but her mind kept replaying the scene over in her head. She drifted asleep forty-five minutes later wondering if she really was uncomfortable around Randy.
Down the sidewalk, Randy was wondering the same thing inside her apartment. Did she make Stacy uncomfortable? It might be one thing to have a sister that’s gay, but a friend? Well, that’s a little different. She closed her eyes but sleep refused to claim her. This can only end badly. I know that in my head but I can’t seem to stop myself.
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Rebecca and Shawn showed up early to work the next morning. Both of them were anxious to swing into the NICU and check on the baby boy’s status. As they rounded the corner to the NICU nursery, they saw a familiar figure standing next to an incubator.
“Well, would you look who it is? It seems like we aren’t the only ones worried about the little guy.” Shawn smiled. She wasn’t surprised to see that Jenna was checking in on him.
Jenna looked up as the girls entered and stood next to the incubator with her. “Good morning. I thought I’d stop in and see how he was doing. The nurse on midnights said he’s actually doing remarkably well for how early he is.” She tried to act casual in her interest but she couldn’t resist putting her hand through the opening and touching his tiny hand.
Rebecca put her hand through the other side of the incubator and gently caressed his head in an open spot that wasn’t covered with tubes and dressings. “We couldn’t stop thinking about him all night. He is just a little younger than these two.” She patted her growing belly.
“I know. I told Sam about him.” She looked around to see if anyone else was within earshot. “Sam is calling DFS today to inquire about becoming foster parents for him when he’s able to get out of here.” She glanced up at Shawn, who was smiling at her.
Shawn laid her hand on Jenna’s shoulder. “You are something special, you know that? My sister is lucky to have you.”
The two left Jenna with the baby and headed over to their side of the floor. Half way through their shift, they heard a code blue page to the NICU come across the speakers. Jenna’s face went white as she ran to help. Oh please don’t be him, please don’t be him. She was relieved when she was almost to the NICU and the “Cancel code blue to the NICU” came across the speaker. She side stepped into the staff lounge and leaned against the wall. Don’t get too attached Jenna. You know how up and down these tiny ones are and he’s not yours. She turned and left the lounge, heading back to check on her own patients. She had just walked behind the nurse’s station when the phone rang indicating someone was at the OB doors wanting inside. Visitors were closely monitored in their unit and babies had proximity bracelets on so that if they were taken outside the range of their unit without it being disabled, it would alarm. She answered the phone. “OB, how may I help you?” She watched the video monitor as the person on the other end spoke. It appeared to be a police officer.
“Yes, I’m looking for Shawn Evans. I was told she was on duty today and I could find her here.” Came the response.
“May I ask your name and what you need with her?” Jenna asked cautiously.
“My name is Officer Cash. My badge number is 1522. I am a friend of her sister, Stacy. I worked the accident with the pregnant lady last night and I was wondering if she could help me find out how the baby is doing?” Randy said with hesitation. Why am I here? Like I can do anything for this kid. They probably won’t even let me see him.
“Okay. Come on in and go to the nurse’s station to the left.” Jenna answered, buzzing the door open. Well, well. So this is the infamous lesbian friend. Well she’s earned one point for being a sincere person and checking on the baby. Jenna dialed Shawn’s portable extension and let her know someone was there to see her. This should be fun. Big sister meets little sister’s lesbian friend. Maybe I should record it so Sam can watch. I have to figure out how to sneak a picture of her at least!
Jenna looked up as the officer rounded the corner and headed towards the desk. Good Lord Jesus. That’s not just ANY lesbian friend, that’s a fucking lesbian goddess. Forgive me Sam! She
