Every Thursday and Friday, since I was twenty-three, I've worked night shifts as a nurse- both for the money and to do more good in the world outside my day job. I'm thirty-five now, and the only night I've regretted not being in our little apartment was last Friday. Because last Friday, at 7:41 pm, Jiro called me. Mine, hers, and Denki's apartment is going to have another addition in a few months. Being pregnant, Jiro can't work. We were barely staying afloat as it was, but now?
More night shifts, here I come! (I can probably get Denki to become an electrician, too.)
~M.Y.
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FanficA spin-off of my Monthly Soba fanfiction in a way, but you don't have to really read that one to understand this. (This does give extra information that I couldn't fit into Monthly Soba, though, so I would recommend reading this if you're a fan of t...
