Possibenley's

The Auction

"Come on, Warren! You have to do it!" Gibbson said.

"No, Man! I'm married!" Ben replied.

"It's not even a date! Just Dinner!" Gibbson Pleaded.

"Gibbson!" Ben said, semi-slamming his snack on the table.

"Have Miranda win then! Yeah! It is a fundraiser, after all!" Gibbson defended.

"I don't know Gibbson." "She can donate as a representative of Grey Sloan!" "I-" "Come on, Ben, it will be fine!"

"I guess '' Ben said, shaking Gibbson's hand, still unsure about the whole thing. Gibbson clapped his hands and went to confirm everything with Carina.

Both Station 19 and Station 23 were signed up to participate by the end of the day. They were officially going to run a Dinner with a FireFighter fundraiser for the Dean Miller Memorial Clinic, and Ben had to figure out how he would tell his wife.

When Ben got home, the boys were playing the game in the living room. He jumped in front of the TV to say hello as he made his way to find his wife. "Hey!" "Watch it!" the boys called out. With a laugh, he continued his way through the house.

Ben found his wife in the kitchen with dinner coming out of the oven from the looks of it. "What are you doing home so early?" Ben asked her, walking up behind her.

"Well, hello to you too, and excuse me for wanting to be in my own house." Miranda snapped back, turning to look at him with her hands on her hips.

"It's a pleasant surprise," Ben said, moving her hands as he pulled her in for a hug and kiss. Miranda's hands found their favorite spot around his neck. "I've missed you!" Ben told her, squeezing her tighter with every word.

"You saw me this morning," Miranda said, trying to break his grasp. "That was too long ago," Ben said as he kissed her again, still holding her in his arms. Miranda hit his chest and let out a soft laugh. It was almost drowned out by the chatter of Tuck and Joey in the living room, but it was one of his favorite sounds. His heart smiled, and the one on his face matched it.

"What do you want? You're trying to butter me up for something." Miranda said, raising an eyebrow as she looked at him touching his face.

"I can't just love on my wife?" Ben asked, rocking her back and forth.

MIranda took a moment to look him in the eyes.

"Nope," Miranda said, breaking Ben's hold on her to finish getting dinner ready. "You want something. What is it?" She asked. Ben let out a breath and wiped over his face. "Ha! I knew it! What do you need?" She continued with a chuckle. Her husband was so predictable sometimes.

"Jack is planning for us to have an auction as a fundraiser for the Dean Miller Memorial Clinic," Ben said, pulling in his lip.

"Oh, that's a great idea! What are you guys auctioning off?" Miranda replied, turning away to grab the juice and salad dressing.

"Uhh, Dinner with a FireFighter '' he said hesitantly, leaning on the counter, holding his breath to see his wife's reaction.

"Ahh, now I see why you were being so lovely." She looked at her husband, "You're on the auction block, huh?" She asked, now moving to finish the salad for dinner.

"Something like that." Ben started. "Both stations 19 and 23 are doing it, but I really don't want to do it." Miranda shook her head. "So I want you to be my highest bidder." he finished.

"Ahh, so you want me to pay to have dinner with you?" Miranda laughed, turning up her nose. "Boys cut the game off and set the table." She called out to the boys. "NOW!" she called when she didn't hear them moving.