#enchantedlives

Gage's phone buzzed in his pocket after he had just gotten home. Pulling out his phone he saw his sister's name light up. "Hey. What's up?" Her voice had come through broken and rushed. "Whoah, whoah slow down." He cut in trying to keep his voice steady. “You’re hurt? What happened, Sof? Where are you right now?”

"Not too flashy?" She'd never worn anything so nice before, the dress wasn't overly eye catching, a black evening gown with gold accents. It was a beautiful dress.

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Micah had taken some time off from MSF to focus on getting some help with his PTSD. While he was by no means at one hundred percent, he was no longer freezing at loud noises or avoiding sleep for fear of night terrors. What he hadn't expected was to see her in the field again. Immediately, Micah felt his heart race in the same way it had the first time he'd seen across a tent. Before he could call her name he saw her throwing her kit bag over her shoulder, walking out of the tent as he was still checking his own. His mind hadn't been on the time, radio chatter on relocating medics to a building near recently collapsed buildings unlikely to be targeted. He responded to his name over the radio as each doctor was asked to confirm understanding. He tightened the bulletproof vest with its medical cross on the chest, threw the bag over his back, and then heard the call repeated with no response. "I saw where she went, I'll get her. Over." Not safe, not authorized, Over. "I'm getting her. Over and out." He didn't listen to their logic, it didn't matter, especially when his steps in that direction were met with the not-so-distant sounds of gunfire. A nurse looked at him, clearly concerned with his decision, "Don't. I'm not leaving her behind."

"Sofia!" Micah tried to call out, but the whiz of bullets, the sound of chipping stone and pierced metal had him turning into an alley, his back pressed to the cold stone. So, he tried the radio, "Sof, I'm by the old tea shop to the east of the university. Can you get to me? Over." It felt like an eternity waiting to hear her voice, the lack of any sort of sound of boots on the ground made him equal parts relieved and anxious. Whether he'd given her time to respond or not he told her, his Scottish accent all the more thick with evident emotion, "I'll go round counter clockwise and be back here to wait for you if I don't find you first. Over."

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Peggy hummed, eyes closed behind her sunglasses, head in his lap and hands cradling her ever-growing belly. She turned into him, nose nudging against his hip, smiling at the sensation of his fingers threading through her hair. Everything was more sensitive now and she'd always loved the feel of his hands through her hair even before. Now? It was heaven.

"My very own personal hairdresser, hmm?" she teased, pulling him down for a kiss. "Better gig than shoe-tier I suppose." Part of the joy of this trip was nothing but slide on shoes, so she wasn't dependent on him for something so simple, now that reaching her feet was well out of the question.

"The things I have to wear for you, Congressman." She whispered as she dance in place, the corset was keeping her from breathing normal nor could move much.

Kara had been telling izzy a story before bed when her phone went off. Looking over for a second, she saw it was Callum and she was sure that he should be busy. Taking a deep breath, she kissed Izzy on the head. "I need to go to the bathroom. You stay here with Krypto and see how far you can read on your own." The young girl nodded and took the book from Kara and as Kara stood, the white Shepard jumped up and placed his head on Izzy's stomach. Picking up her phone she headed toward the bathroom.

Before she looked at Callum's text, knowing there had been a rather large fire, she listened to see if Izzy was reading. She read out loud to Krypton but Kara could hear the yawns and her voice getting softer. Kara lifted the phone and smiled when she saw what it actually was. In her mind she couldn't help but thank whatever gods there were that he got to come home early and be on call.

An hour later, she heard the front door open quietly , Kara was standing in the hall her back pressed to the doorway to Izzy's room. She pulled the door almost shut and walked up to him.