Isaac Sokolsky

I LIKE THIS!

    A deep sigh escaped him as he felt more than a little anger.  Not that she wouldn’t tell him - that he could understand - but that, for all the time that’d past, all he’d said in support, she hadn’t trusted him.  But she’s upset and he couldn’t let that continue.   “Com’ere,” he asked softly.

[text] I’m not sure if you intended to send me these...

    He sighed softly at her words, head dropping as if it was weighted.  And it was, with the news he’d just given her.  How could he do this to her?  But he must...  It was his duty.  Perhaps that was a lame excuse for the decisions he’d made regarding his career, but it was true.  He had a duty to the men who would need his care, especially those who’s lives he would have to try to save.  “It’s not as dangerous as it sounds, Love, I promise.”  It entirely could be, but most of the time he’d be safely, for the most part, tucked away on some base or another.  “It’s only a few months... and then I’ll be home again.”

    He sighed deeply at Erik putting his thoughts into words, giving the boy the wryest of smiles.    It was all the same in the end... people dying, struggling to survive.  Considering how far they’d come... perhaps no longer struggling to survive, but soldiers and civilians were still dying every day.  “You could do that.”  Again, as much as Erik must’ve seen over his time in the camp, even had done to him, Isaac was loathe to allow him to help.  “Perhaps you could be our young assistant?”  God knows that they needed all the assistance they could muster.

    When he quietly opens the door from the garage, fully intending to silently sneak up on his wife and steal a kiss, he stops dead in his tracks when he hears two sounds he knows too well.  One is almost to be expected, but Charlotte crying as well?  Walking softly to the hallway, he halts at the doorway, eyes falling on Charlotte sobbing.  “Lottie,” he begins, trying not to startle her as he stepped forward, sitting down next to his wife and wrapping an arm around her shoulders, “It’s okay.  It’s okay.”  First, Charlotte and then he’d take care of his son.  If something was seriously wrong with the boy, Charlotte wouldn’t be out here.

Sitting down, he glanced up at her confused before opening the envelope.  Pulling out the card while awkwardly smiling at her - today was Father’s Day and he wasn’t one - he finally looked down at the card in his hands only to have his jaw drop as he read the message.  “You’re... you’re pregnant?”

    As always with each soldier who came to him, he gave the man a look up and down, searching for anything obviously wrong.  “How can I help you, Soldier?”

    He frowned at her, arms crossed, unsure what to say to her.  “And when were you going to tell me this, Charlotte?”

    Taking a bow before her, he simply greeted her with, “Miss Xavier,” not sure what else he should say.

[text: Lottie]: I can feel your ‘who me?’ all the way from here.

[text: Lottie]: No, I KNOW you do this for fun.