Buck and Eddie are navigating their quarter-life crisis as parents, juggling over 101 challenges at work and home, including the critical task of single-parenting their kids, Amelia and Christopher, while working as firefighters at Station 118.
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Eddie
Ever since that call with the girl who looked like Amelia in the house fire, I haven't left Buck's side or let him leave my side. The Jane Doe was NOT Amelia, it was an orphan who was being kept to starve in that house. The poor girl lost her life that day.
I think Buck and I have both lost track of time.
I'm coping better than he is since I still have to care for Chris when Carla isn't available.
The thought of seeing Chris probably hurts Buck so much that we can't have movie nights anymore or date nights with Chris in tow. Buck really really needs me at this time.
"Hey guys, I'm gonna go get Chris from school. I'll see you tomorrow. ," I get up from my place on the 118's couch where Tommy and I are watching Chim and Probie play Mario Kart.
Buck is taking a mental health day out with Maddie at the spa. She had a gift card laying around, and basically dragged him to the place after I called her about the Jane Doe.
I want to cuddle and kiss my boyfriend but we haven't decided on when we will publicly come out as a couple yet. I want to ask him but it's tough right now. His mental health comes first.
I drive for 15 minutes, until an unknown number pops up on my bluetooth dashboard and won't stop calling when I try to mark it as spam, as I drive to The Durand School.
The place Amelia was last seen.
It might be one of my sister's calling. They all recently moved houses and got new landlines.
"Hello?" I say after they've called for the fifth time as I park by a curb.
"Bring me $5,000,000 dollars and break up with that fag," I hear an unrecognizable voice that kind of sounds like a radio on the other line.
"Daddy! Let me talk to my dad," I hear Amelia cough in the background while attempting to speak for herself.
"Let me talk to Amelia first, then I'll bring you what you want and do what you say," I whisper while sitting on my bed that is in the farthest corner where no one can hear me.
"Fine. But you have less than 36 hours or else she dies and I come for the gay ex-firefighter," I hear the radio machine like voice again.
I have no idea who this is or if it's a man or woman.
