The Dispatcher and the Cop

Chapter 1

Hey all, I am Adrian James West, and I am 23-years-old, gay and damn proud, and I am a male carrier. A male carrier is a man who can become pregnant and birth babies via c-section. I have two beautiful boy's that I have birthed - Andrew and Addison; Andrew is 2-years-old with blond hair and blue eyes, and Addison is 1-year-old with blond hair and blue eyes. They are identical in apperance, and they are an equal mixture of me and their other dad, Vincent Troye.

Vincent and I seperated nine months ago, and he his court order states that he is to take the boys every other weekend, but sometimes he doesn't. I will give him, when he cannot take the boys on his weekend, we make other arrangments for him to take them for the missed time during the week. He does pay his child support monthly, and when I use his money for the boys, I always make sure to get a reciept, so if there is any question on what I spent it on, I have proof of what it was used for.

Vince and I seperated on amacable terms as we wanted differnt things in our life and relationship, so we decided to end our relationship. We try to co-parent the best we can because the boys are our top priority.

I work as a 9-1-1 dispatcher five days a week from 6 a.m. to 2:30 p.m. with a half an hour lunch break. I love my job as I enjoy helping people who call! Now, don't get me wrong, there are some calls that are down right stressful and scary, but that is part of the job. While I work when the boys are with me, my nana watches them for me.

Walking into my boys' shared bedroom, I sit on the edge of of Andrew's bed to rub his back to help him wake up; "Andy, it's time to wake up."

"No papa, I sweepy," he whines as he wiggles around trying to get away from my hand.

"But Andy, you and Addy are gonna spend time with nana today," I bribe before continuing in a sad voice. "If you and Addy don't go spend time with her, she will be so dad."

"Nana no sad," Andrew answers as he opens his beautiful blue eyes to look at me horrified.

"Then let's get up, so you and Addy can see her!" I happilly suggest, standing up to take a sleepy Addison from his crib with a soft smile.

The reason the boys share a room is because we live in a two bedroom apartment. When Vince and I split, the boys and I moved from the townhouse we were living in with Vince which he kept. Our apartment is in the same building as nana, so this makes it eaiser for me to drop them off and pick them up. Nana lives on the ground floor, and we live on the third floor.

Changing Addison's solid nappy, and then Andrew's before placing their jammies back on them since they normally fall back asleep at nana's before they have breakfast with her. I have four changes of clothing in their two backpacks along with plenty of diapers, wipes, bottles for Addy and sippy cups for Andy, and a few other neccessities. I buy milk to leave at nana's for my boys, and nana has a key for my apartment in case of emergency or whatever else may arise.

Grabbing Andrew's Batman backpack, he slips his arms through the straps, and I carry Addison's Superman backpack before carrying Addy while Andy holds the pantleg of my black skinny jeans. Leaving the apartment, I lock the door behind us before heading to the elevator to ride down to the main floor. Andrew presses the first button and Addison presses the second, and once the lift doors open we exit, and head toward nana's apartment. Andy eagerly knocks on her door, and when she opens the door, he excitidly hugs nana's legs with a smile.

"Hello my sweet granbabies!" she coos while hugging Andy before taking Addy from me to hug him, and then me.

"Hi nana, and thanks again for watching the boys for me," I say as we gently hug so we don't squish the boys between us since Andy is hugging nana's legs again.

"Hi my baby," she warmly returns. "No thanks are needed as you know I enjoy spending time with my great-granbabies. Now, get your tush to work, and I love you."

"I love you, too, nana," I reply before giving the boys a hug and kiss goodbye along with an 'I love you'.

Driving to the coffee shop on my way to work, I buy myself a large coffee with carmel creamer and a plane bagel with blueberry creamcheese. Arriving at work five minutes before my shift begins, I grab my breakfast, keys, and cell phone before exiting my vehical to clock into work early. Sitting at my station, I turn my computer on to let it log into the program we use, and settle my headset onto my head and over my right ear with the microphone placed in front of my mouth. I manage to eat half my bagel before I recieve my first call.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" I say clicking on the call, ready to type and send whoever needs to be sent to the location.

"My daddy says he is having a heart attack," a little girl says with a trembling voice.

Typying on the keyboard, I ask; "Okay sweetheart, I'm gonna ask you a few questions, so I can send help to your daddy."

"Okay mister," she sniffles, and I'm impressed that she isn't currently crying.

"You're doing well, love," I praise. "What's your name?"

"Ashland Moore," she quietly replies with a shaky voice.

"Good, do you know your address, Ashland?" I calmly ask, hoping she does, but if she doesn't I can use the GPS on the program.

"Yes, it's 512 West Maple Street, Muskegon, Michigan," she confidently replies making me smile at her intellegence.

"Good job, Ashland! I'm sending an ambulance with two paramedics, okay, Ashland?" I tell her as I click on the dispatch button. "They will be there in five minutes or less, but I want you to stay on the phone with me until they come."

"Okay," she sniffles. "What's your name?"

"I'm Adrian," I gently tell her. "How old are you?"

"I'm 6-years-old, and my daddy is 36-years-old," she answer confidently.

"What's your daddy's name?" I questionas I continue to type.

"Steven Moore," she answers before telling her daddy that help is coming. "When are they gonna be here, Adrian, I'm scared?"

"Two more minutes, sweetheart, you are being so brave," I tell her as I watch the GPS tracker on the ambulance move on my screen.

"Okay," she sniffles, and she sounds close to crying, so I try to distract her.

"What's your favorite color?" I ask.

"Yellow," she mumbles with a shaky voice.

I cheerfully respond; "Just like the sunshine! That's an awesome choice!"

She tells me that someone is knocking on the door, so I tell her to keep the phone to her ear as she answers the door, and I explain to her what they paramedics will be wearing, and she tells me they are, so I tell her to let them in so they can help her daddy. She does as instructed, and it's the two paramedics I sent, and that we can hang up now, but I do after I praise her braveness again.