The Dispatcher and the Cop

Chapter 4

Adrian's P.O.V.

The next morning goes as normal until lunch time arrives, and Mr. Storm approaches me as I prepare to leave for my break. He stops in front of me with a nervous smile, and I raise my left eyebrow at him in question when he doesn't speak.

"Can I help you, Mr. Storm?" I ask while grabbing my cell phone off my desk.

"I wanted to invite you and your boys to dinner Tuesday evening at my home with my family," he nervously asks with a hopeful smile. "I want to do this as an apology for yesterday's lunch, and to explain a few things to you as well."

"Um, I appreciate the offer and thought, but it isn't nessessary, Mr. Storm," I gently reply, trying to be polite about this.

He frowns at me as I move around him to exit the control room, and make my way toward the break room since I brought my lunch from home today. I delibertly brought my lunch from home to try and avoid being cornerd by Mr. Storm in public, but I guess that didn't work, but it's still okay that I brought my lunch from home.

Making my way back to my desk, I don't see Mr. Storm, so I let out the breath that I hadn't realized I was holding. Sitting on my comfy chair, I pull my loaded turkey sandwich, water bottle, strawberry yogurt, and spoon from my green camo lunch bag.

Opening the blue sandwhich container, I pull the sandwhich from it when my phone vibrates with a photo text message from nana. Open the text, I find a picture of Addison and Andrew asleep, cuddled together on the couch. Smiling brightly at the image, I decide I want to be cuddle up with my boys right now.

Quickly typing out a reply before hitting the send button; "Awe! Ugh, I want to be with them as my babies are so adorable!"

Someone clears their throat in front of me, so I snap my head upwards to find myself starring back at Mr. Storm.

"How about we have dinner out somewhere?" he asks, fidgeting on his feet while he nervously wringing his hands together.

"Why are you so insistant on this?" I demand, completly irriated by his persistance.

"I want to apologize and explain something to you like I mentioned earlier, and this is my way of doing so," he replies with a timid smile.

Letting out a loud sigh, I relent; "Fine. Tuesday at 6 p.m.at Paul's Roadhouse on Main street."

Mr. Storm instantly relaxes and smiles brightly; "Really? That's great, thank you! The four of us will be there!"

"The four of you?" I question confused, suddenly nervous, and starting to regret my answer already.

"Yes, the four of us. My husband, myself, and our two sons, Miles and Mylo. You already met Miles, and Mylo just turned sixteen," he happily explains with a nod of his head. "Thank you for agreeing to this, Adrian!"

Before I can reply, he skips away from me toward the door, he actually fucking skipped - a grown man! Shaking my head at his antics, I focus on my lunch, and texting with nana until my break is over. At the end of the day, I exit the building to the parking lot where I see a man and a teenage boy picking Mr. Storm up in a red four door Chevy Silverado. I wonder if that is his husband and youngest son he spoke of.

Climbing into my blue 2016 Jeep Grand Cherokee to drive home, and I am more than ready for my two days off with my boys. Blaze is joining us tonight for dinner with nana, and he will be at the apartment by 4 p.m. Blaze and I usually hangout at some point during the weekend at his place, mine, or a place the boys can be too.

"Papa!" Andy hollers when nana opens her door, and he throws himself into my body with a small thump.

Standing with him in my hold as he digs his face into my neck while sucking his left thumb; "Hi Andy! Boy, did I miss you, Addy, and nana today!"

Andrews hums around his thumb in response as Addison demands my attention by calling out; "Pa!"

"Hi Addy!" I say as nana hands him over to me with a smile, and Addy cuddles into my side just like his big brother is.

"We're gonna head up to the apartment. Do you mind bringing their backpacks up with you when you come for dinner, please?" I ask with a tired, hopeful expression.

"Will do, baby boy," she agrees with a nod. "Go home, and cuddle with your boys, you look like you could use that."

Nodding at her with a soft smile; "Thank you, and that sounds like a wondeful idea. We love you, nana."

"I love you boys, too," she replies as she steps back into her apartment to shut the door as I head toward the elevator.

By 4 p.m. Blaze arrives with soft drinks for the adults, and juice containers for the boys. We sit on the floor with Andrew and Addison to talk while we play with the boys and their toys. Leaning back against the couch, Addison crawls over to me, and onto my lap with a slobbery grin since he is getting a few more teeth, and he shows off what teeth he has.

"Pa, mmhh," he babbles as he snuggles into me with his thumb in mouth, and lies his head on my chest just under my chin.

"Hi Addy, I love you, too," I mumble into his wispy blond hair as I gently hold him against me.

The next thing I realize is my right shoulder is being gently shaken as Blaze says lowly; "Adrian, it's time to wake up, and dinner is ready."

Snapping my eyes open instantly, and I'm totally disoriented; "What? What time is it? How did dinner get cooked? Is nana here?"

Blaze lowly chuckles as he takes Addison from my lap to cuddle him to his chest; "It's 6 p.m., nana is here, and we ordered pizzas since we didn't feel like cooking."

Climbing to my feet, I rub my left eye with my fist with a sheepish smile at my best friend; "Sorry man, I didn't mean to fall asleep. Thanks for watching the boys for me, though."

"No worries, Ad, it gave me some alone time with two of my favorite little dudes," he grins as we head into the kitchen to eat.