Monday, 6 April 2015

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#29: Tired

Mickey couldn’t really explain what had brought him to the front door of Kev and V’s place, tired and sweaty from trying to outrun Sammi for what had seemed like a small eternity. He’d be lying if he didn’t admit a part of him wouldn’t have minded if she’d landed a shot. Not if he and Ian weren’t going to be together anymore.

There was one reason he’d kept fighting, though, and that reason lay just beyond the door of this house. When Kev opened the door, Mickey caught his breath and very simply asked, “Svetlana and my kid here?”
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#10: Walk

There were so many milestones that Mickey had missed with his son… First words, teething, things that most parents tripped over themselves to be a part of. But after a long day in training to start his career as a trucker, he was home just in time.

Svetlana called him over to where his son had pulled himself up to standing, holding onto the couch cushion. The little guy turned to his daddy, blue eyes a perfect match for Mickey’s, as he slowly put one foot in front of the other, wobbly for a few steps before he fell down.