Romancing Dr. Bailey

Little Bit of LIfe

During a long break before procedures, Miranda grabbed her purse and headed to Tuck's school. The last few weeks had been—tough. There didn't seem to be much time for anything, but one thing she always had time for was her son. Halfway to her son's school, she stopped at a Dunkin Donuts and grabbed a coffee. She sipped it as she walked down the hallway. Making a turn toward Tuck's classroom, she saw Tucker standing by the door. She moved behind him and tapped his shoulder. He jumped. "What are you doing here?" She asked when he turned around.

He scratched the back of his head. "I am just..."

"Checking up on our son," she finished for him.

"It's not a crime, you know."

She nodded as he stepped to the side and she slid in front of him and watched as her son wrote down his homework. "What are you doing here? I'm picking him up today."

"I know. I know. I just wanted to see him." He shook his head. "And you said so yourself, it's not a crime." They chuckled quietly. Tuck's teacher stuck his head out of the room. Miranda recognized him. It was Christopher Hunter.

He gave them a head nod. "Good to see you two here without me having to call you."

"Yes, sir," Tucker said shaking hands with the man.

Miranda shook hands with him as well, his big hands squeezing hers. "And one of us is being a stalker parent," Miranda added.

"The other is simply checking up on our son."

Mr. Hunter laughed at them. "I'll send William out."

"Thank you," Miranda responded. Tucker turned to her and held out his hand. "What?" He kept his hand out. She rolled her eyes and passed him her cup of coffee.

"Thank you," he said smiling down at her over the top of her cup.

Tuck rushed out of the room and hugged his mother first, then his father. With Tuck between them, they held his hands while walking out of the building. Tuck gave her another hug and climbed into his father's car. "You, uh, look weird, Miranda," Tucker commented.

"That's an unkind thing to say about someone so beautiful."

"Well, you do."

"I don't. You do," she accused.

"Fine, but something's up."

"There is nothing up. Just drop it."

He shrugged. "Don't tell me, but it'll come out sooner or later."

"You just love to bully folks, don't you?" She told him as she opened the driver's door.

He laughed. "You know I do."

Miranda started her car and drove off. Her next procedure was in forty-five minutes and she needed to prepare herself as well as her residents. After her break was over, she walked into the scrub room and began singing the song that timed her scrub time perfectly: Aretha Franklin. She sang out loud, softly at first and then a little bit louder. "I forget how beautiful your voice sounds," Richard said coming through the door.

"You're late," she said with a smile.

"Everyone else is just early," her mentor said as she finished scrubbing. After she said a quick prayer over the body, Bokhee started her surgical soundtrack. There were different kinds of surgery. And each one was her favorite. But her utmost favorite was when the patient's body did exactly what they wanted. It tore and bled perfectly making Miranda's heart skip. "Your technique keeps getting better. How is that possible?" Richard whispered as they walked down the hall.