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“Definitely not lately. No more bullet wounds.” Spencer let out a soft chuckle, remembering Megan as a little nursing student tending to the two holes in her chest. She was kind of thankful that she was the one that helped out with making sure her wounds healed properly. Years later all Spencer had from that horrible day was two small scars. “Has he been enrolled in any sports?” Spencer asked, keeping a close eye on Kai and the way he interacted with the other boy. Since coming to America, he’s been progressively getting better with other individuals. That was something she was beyond thankful for. She couldn’t wait for the time that she could actually sign him up for sports. “Actually no. They are having a girls day and out shopping. Definitely not what I wanted to spend my weekend doing.” She let out a wide smiling, knowing that the princesses needed their girl time. “What about you, enjoying your time with Noah?” 

“Let's keep it that way,” she hummed, giving an approving and authoritative nod. For a moment, she internally put on her scrubs. Spencer was actually the first gunshot victim she'd seen first hand and that sort of stayed with her. Not to mention anyone that was making the streets a little safer had her utmost respect. That day as a whole had been a learning experience in many ways. Mostly she'd since learned to not take her work home with her. Rookie move. “He's playing t-ball right now and I believe next fall his parents uh... they have him signed up for pee wee next fall. It's going to be a busy year for him.” Despite having her own fortunate role in Noah's life, she still couldn't help feeling a sense of pride. After all, that bundle of joy was her creation. It showed with his bright blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. That goofy smile and distinctive chin, that was all Micah. Megan immediately cringed. Girls day outs, she didn't exactly miss those. Since her break-up, they were essentially nonexistent considering her friends and Morgan's overlapped more than she'd realized. “Uh, yeah... we did some homework earlier but I had to get out of the apartment for a while....” Taking her phone out of her pocket, she sighed. “Actually, I didn’t realize how late it had gotten...” It was only six but that was late on a school night. “I think his mother will be here soon to pick him up...”

A day at the park was just was her and Kai needed while their girls were out shopping. It was one of the times that Taylor kind of forced the whole mother son bonding on Spencer. Her plan for the day was to go out and enjoy the surf. There was a major swell going on right now and she didn’t want to miss it. But, the look her wife gave her was disapproving so instead she took Kai out with her old soccer ball to enjoy the fresh air. The two of them were enjoying themselves. Kai was still warming up to her but it was progress. She was about to kick the ball back to her little man before feeling something hit her in the back. This made Kai start laughing hysterically. She shot Kai a smirk before seeing Megan rush up towards her. “Seriously, it’s no big deal. I’ve had worse things hit me.” Spencer bent down to pick up the Frisbee. “Noah has quite the arm.” 

Megan was admittedly grateful that it was Spencer and not anyone else. In her experience, not everyone was as nice. After all, she was a nurse. On any given day she got to both witness the best and worst in people. The same could be said for the other blonde. “Hopefully not uh... lately,” she chuckled, her nose crinkling with her smile. A second later the grin became more ambiguous and one could argue almost sad. “Everyone says that. Thank you.” Catching the frisbee, she tossed it back to Noah who immediately began running towards. Of course, he was. The moment she'd seen the much younger boy, the Georgian knew it was a done deal. Megan watched silently as he tried to hand Kai the frisbee with a goofy facial expression. Moments like that left her wondering what her life had been if she'd kept him. Her attention shifted. The realization that it was just Spencer there hit her. “Wait... no wife or Hadley?”

Heading to back to her parents’ place to celebrate Easter had been both a blessing and a curse. The positive being that she got to spend time with the Conway clan, all reunited for one of many special occasions of the year. Her mom had prepared a beautiful meal, and true to tradition, had spoiled her (now adult) kids with many chocolate eggs. That had been Morgan’s downfall. She swore she could still feel it, despite upping her cardio regimen to get back into shape again. The past couple of weeks had also been testing, so running had been put on the back burner while priorities and life got in her way. She needed a moment to herself, and running always provided an outing for her. It also helped clear her mind which was a welcomed change to the marathon it normally ran. The middle of her usual route took her right through the park–her feet beating off the tarmac beside the open green space. Earbuds in and head down, the brunette hadn’t heard or seen the frisbee until it had already collided  with her arm. A small yelp passed her lips, out of shock rather than injury. Bending down to pick up the offensive object, strings of apologies filled the air around her. “I’m fine, really…” she started, pushing herself off the ground to stand back up again. “No harm, no fou–” The words got snagged on her tongue when greens hit oh so familiar blues. She internally cursed at the way even just looking at her would leave her speechless, and set off damn flutters in her stomach. “Hey.” Her voice was lower, a sudden awkwardness engulfing her. “Here’s your frisbee…” Sheepishly, she handed it over.  “He’s got a, uh, good throw.”

Her mouth went dry. Bright blues practically vibrated. Megan wasn't sure whether to look at her or away.  Idle chatter. She'd thought they were beyond it or anything of its likes. Hey. Hey had used to be I love you or harder. Something even mundane like can you get some milk on the way home? By default, the nurse was not one for social situations. She never quite knew what to say-- that extended to this predicament. Rather than relying on her words, she nodded her head. A half grin splashed across her features. Gulping, she took the frisbee from Morgan before glancing back at her son. “Thanks, he didn't get that from me,” she joked, trying to make things less distinctive in its awkwardness. They had been sort of friends at one point.  The two of them had been a great many things. They'd began as strangers and they might as well have been them in that moment. Except they weren't. Megan knew every crease of her face, every curve of her body. She knew just how to make her smile the biggest and brightest of smiles and alternatively just how to break her heart. Tossing the frisbee back to Noah, she turned her attention to her ex. “How was Florida? I mis--” Clearing her throat, she shifted in the grass uncomfortably. “I uh... I didn't know you had gotten back...” And why should she since she hadn't been home herself? Morgan no longer was under any obligation to tell her things. She opened her mouth to say something-- something to make this seem a little more normal. Anything of essence was lost when Noah darted towards them. He immediately threw his arms around Morgan, giving her a 'tight' squeeze. “Morgan! We're going to get ice cream! Wanna come,” Noah excitedly asked, beaming at the duo. His expression made her feel even worse. Regret. She was becoming all too familiar with the emotion. If only she'd just been honest with everyone-- they'd be a happy family? That was a bit of a stretch but they'd been happy.