The Dispatcher and the Cop

Chapter 7

"Nana, can I talk with you about something important, please?" I ask after arriving at her apartment, and I've greeted her and my boys.

"Sure, baby boy," she nods, searching my face as we sit in the living room with my boys. "You get letters from your parents yesterday, didn't you?"

My jaw opens slightly in surprise until I realize I shouldn't be; "Did you get a letter from them, too, or just dad?"

My dad is nana's youngest child of three - there is uncle Kent, uncle Kory, and then my dad Kyle. Mum doesn't haven any siblings, and her parents died about ten years ago.

"I got just a letter from Kyle," nana answers. "He wants me and you to visit him, and your mum, too."

"Are you going to see them?" I ask in a small, scared voice, as I am unsure how I feel right now about this whole thing; I haven't seen my parents in eleven years, and I am not sure if I am ready too either.

"Yes, well I'm just going to visit Kyle, and I have scheduled a visit with him for Monday afternoon at 4 p.m.," she replies. "Do you want to come with me?"

"How long is the visit for?" I ask instead of answering her question right away.

"The visit is forty-five minutes," she answers, and I have to think if I want to ask Blaze to watch the boys for me, and for that long, and if he would be willing to watch them longer if I decide to visit mum, too.

"I will go too as long as Blaze can watch Andy and Addy for me," I tell her with a sigh.

"If he can, we are going to leave here no later than 3:45 p.m., okay?" she asks as I help the boys clean up their toys so we can go home. "I'll text him after we get home, and I will let you know in the morning when I drop the boys off."

Standing to my feet, I pick Addison up to place him on my right hip after I help him place his backpack on his back as Andy carry's his, and holds my left hand. We leave nana's apartment for ours, and once we're settled in our apartment, I text Blaze to ask, and he has agreed to watch the boys for me. So, now I need to schedule myself a visit with mum for right after dad's. The boys and I have dinner, they have had a bath, dressed in their warm and comfy dino jammies, read a bed time story, and now are sound asleep.

Showering, I dry off, dress in my own comfy jammies, and now I'm lying in bed to read for about an hour before sleeping myself. When my cell bings with a new text message, I grab it off my nightstand thinking it's from Blaze, but it's from an unknown number.

Opening, it reads; 'Hello Adrian, this is Miles Storm. I hope you don't mind I googled your cell number? How are you?'

Frowing at my phone, I type out a reply; 'Hi. Why would you google my cell number, or did you use the police data base to find it?'

I press send,and place my phone on my thigh as I wait for a reply, and I'm irritated that he did this. I don't have to wait long for an answer; 'I'm sorry if this upsets you as I just want to become friends. I didn't know how else to get your number.'

"You could have asked Andrew to ask me at work for it,' I send back with an eye roll.

'Yeah, you are right, and I'm sorry for not thinking of that. How was your day, and your boys' day?' he texts.

'It was fine. You?' I send, not really in the mood to be civil on my answers right now.

'I have the feeling you are not in the mood to speak with me right now, so I will stop after asking this last question - would you and the boys like to hangout with me Monday evening?'

Smirking as I have a way out without being an asshole; "Sorry, can't. I have plans already for that day.'

'When are you three available then?' he instantly sends back, and there went my small ray of hope that he wouldn't push the subject.

Banging my head back against the pillow several times in frusteration before answering Miles; 'Let's just talk over text for a while, and see where that goes before meeting up to hangout, okay?'

Miles doesn't answer right away, so I mentally shrug my shoulders. Reaching over to my nightstand, I grab the charging cord to plug it into my phone, and settle back down for the night. I am not going to stress over me putting my wants and needs above Miles', especially when I have Andrew and Addison to think about.

The next day at work, Andrew, a.k.a. Mr. Storm keeps looking at me as if he has something he needs to say to me. Again, not my problem since he is a grown ass man.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" I say after clicking on an incoming call.

"My boyfriend fell from a ladder, and he isn't moving. He fell from about seven feet up in the air, and he fell onto the cement. I think he lost his footing," a paniced voice answers.

"Okay, help will be sent to you. What's your address?" I say fingers posed over the keyboard.

"Our address is 219 W. Cherry Ave, and the cross street is Oak Ave.," the person replies with a quivery voice. "His name is Kameron Smith, and mine is Avery Lawrence."

"Okay, Avery, you are doing very well," I assure him with a gentle voice. "The police and amblunace are on their way, and they should be there in two minutes."

"Thank you," Avery answers with a soft sniffle.

"You're welcome," I answer. "Do you want me to stay on the line until they arrive?"

"No, thank you, I'm going to hangup now," he answers before disconnecting the call.

That is how the rest of my shift goes, and the rest of the week, too. I am ready for my weekend to begin, and I hope it goes by slowly, but I'm sure it won't.