Dawsey| Above the clouds

8

-Gabby's pov-

As soon as I have the room to myself, I clear the breakfast dishes off the kitchen table and make time for some reading. English, science fiction, war and piece story. I flip open book and start to read from where I last ended.

Here's my definition of a great read - an exciting story that sucks me in like a black hole and when it's over, it jettisons my bones across space with a hair on fire mission to convince everyone I know, that they must read that book or they will die with an empty space in their heart.

The book I'm currently reading is definitely one of the best books I've ever read. It has it all, excitement, interesting characters, a capturing story and of course; love.

Besides reading and cooking, there's not really anything else a pregnant woman can do at a big and silent firehouse. Well cleaning is always an option but it isn't as fun.

Between the calls I like to hang out with Kidd, we're really good friends and normally we always come up with something to do. But when everyone is out on a call, I have a couple of hours for myself which most of the times is very boring.

As time goes I get tired and decide to stop reading. I give myself a tour around the firehouse, open the door to Matt's office to myself, and put myself to bed. It's just me, myself and I; yes, I'm alone.

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I haven't slept for that long in days, I went to bed around 9am and woke up at 8pm.

Now, since it's roughly an hour left on shift I think it would be an amazing opportunity to drive home and just make a romantic dinner for Matt and I. Though I think I'm just going to make a chocolate mousse or something because it's quite late.

Matt is in his office, sitting in his chair in front of his surprisingly messy desk.

"I'm going home now" I say.

Matt turn around and look at me. "Okay, be careful baby" he says and invite me to a hug.

I hug him and give him a kiss, and walk out. When I'm at the door I turn around.

"Be home in time"

I walk out to the car and get out on the road.

Gazing straight ahead, only half-aware of a world outside the claustrophobic comfort of the car. I need to have my arms fully stretched out to reach the steering wheel, my eight month belly is in the way.

I quite like to drive around, not having any plans of what to do and where to go. It's the feeling of being alone and just being, nothing more.

When I get home I park outside and walk in. The first thing I notice is the clock, it's 8.20, and it feels like it's midnight. Even though I slept for several hours I still feel like a zombie and like I could fall asleep anywhere, anytime.