A series of attacks shakes Los Angeles. The emergency services are activated. But who is this woman that the one-eighteen finds on each of his interventions? Does she have a part of the responsibility in the horror which shakes the city?
This fanfic...
Sometimes you reach a turning point in your life where you have to make a difficult but decisive choice in order to get out of it.
It's the only way to stop going around in circles.
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Chapter 1
Buck held his wife in his arms.
He had thrown himself on her as soon as their son Billy had fallen asleep. He had made love to her eagerly, as if their lives depended on it, but there was still so much passion between them and Buck was delighted.
He still couldn't believe he had finally found meaning in his life.
He was a young man in his thirties. Tall and muscular, his blond hair was cropped short and he had blue eyes so light they were almost gray. His left eyelid was surmounted by a birthmark which had long puzzled him, but today he was proud to display this particularity.
This year had been full of upheavals.
He had really had the right to everything: good, even very good and even less good, but he was getting better, his wife had helped him to heal and for her and their child, he would do whatever was necessary for everything to happen good.
He heard Billy muttering downstairs where he was lying and he pulled away from Holly's warm body. He was going to let her sleep a little, it would change her.
Billy was looking for his parents all the time and most of the time it was Holly who was sticking to it. He descended the stairs silently. He peeked into his crib and saw him fidgeting in his sleeping bag.
– Well then my buddy, you're not sleeping? he whispered with a small smile. It's late you know?
Billy fidgeted again and Buck hugged him carefully. Ever since he was born one month earlier, he had been doing his best to be as present as possible. He had felt like a father immediately after his birth, when the obstetrician had placed him on his wife's chest.
He had taken the measure of what it meant to become a father.
– You are hungry? I'm going to take care of you and we're going to let mom sleep a bit more, okay?
He took him against him and put a bottle to heat. Then he put him on the changing table and changed his diaper, having fun making him gurgle. He loved it, taking care of his child, being a father.
He grabbed the sling and prepared it to welcome his son, as soon as his bottle was finished. He positioned him in a semi-recumbent position and let him eat, looking him in the eye.
He was well aware that he had become addicted to his son, as much as he was to his mother. But he wasn't complaining. At least those addictions were healthy.
