"What's a Girl to do?" Future One Shots - Emison

You Promised... 2030

"Yes Alison." I grunt annoyed into the phone. "I understand Alison." I try my best to keep my composure as I look into the mirror in the bathroom at work. She's really pissing me off.

"You promised Emily." She snaps angry.

"I know I did Alison. This is work though I can't just leave in the middle of an emergency meeting and tell them 'Oh you know what? I promised my son and wife I'd be at his preschool talent show, in an hour. Sorry but I gotta blast!'." I say sarcastically and sigh not wanting to fight.

"Yes you can! What am I supposed to tell him when he asks why mama isn't here? Huh? Tell me?! I'm the one who is going to have to look into his eyes and break his heart. YOU were the one who convinced him to do this Emily! YOU telling him not to be shy that YOU'D be right there watching the whole time! He's FOUR years old Emily! On top of that you promised him Chuckie Cheese's! I will not go without you." Is she serious right now?

"Alison. Please not right now. You know I'm not doing this because I want to. Don't you know I want to be there for him?" I ask pleading.

"Emily you have more than enough sick time and vacation hours. Your ass better be here in an hour if you plan on coming to a happy home tonight!" Ali yells into the phone causing me to pull it back from my ear.

"Baby..." I sigh in defeat as I place the phone back on my ear. Silence. "Babe?" I now ask confused because she's not answering me. More silence. "Ali?" I look at my phone screen. She hung up on me. I can't believe she hung up on me. What a brat. "URGH!" I groan practically screaming at no one. Punching my hands up in the air in frustration as I have a death grip on my phone. "Damn it!" I then hear a toilet flush.

"Are you okay Fields?" My co-worker asks as she walks out of the bathroom stall, snapping me out of my adult tantrum. Which caused me to slightly sweat with all the energy I put into it on top of the anger I feel.

"Oh, ummm... yes. Sorry Ashley." I answer my cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. "I didn't realize anyone was in here. I'm sorry." I straighten out my blazer trying my best to catch my breath while talking. I don't know if it's elaborate because of my little outburst or because of the fight with my wife.

"Fight with the Mrs.?" She asks knowingly. While washing her hands in the sink, looking at me through the mirror.

"Yeah... something like that." I answer my cheeks still red from embarrassment as I sigh and look down. I'm still trying to control my breathing. My heart feels like it's going to burst.

"Look Fields. If you're feeling under the weather. I've got you. I'll make sure whatever happens in that meeting gets distributed to your team. Call work force and let them know you'll be going home sick now." Ashley smiles as she instructs me. "If anyone asks, I'll just let them know how you looked like you had a bad fever. Red cheeks, slightly sweating and you could barely catch your breath when talking to me." She winks at me, knowingly.

"Are you sure?" I look at her contemplating her offer. "I don't want to make you take on an extra work load for me."

"Emily... really?" She asks sarcastically. "I have to prepare for my team anyways. How hard is it to add your employees the email list and walk over to them if they need extra help?" Ashley looks at me totally okay with picking up the extra slack and squeezes my shoulder. "Besides, I might need you to have my back one of these days with the Mr." She looks at me knowing she's now convinced me and smiles. I can't help but chuckle.

"Okay... that sounds like a deal." I smile appreciatively.

"Say hi to your A's for me." Ashely says as she straightens out her hair and walks out of the bathroom, confidently.