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Posts: 5486 02/15/10 2:55 PM Finally Free! David and Erica Addict #1 Porn Nazi! D&E Encyclopedia Volume 1 The Big Cheese Left Arm	Tags : None Ah, not a happy fic, at all. There is a sick, and I mean, very sick child in this. But I am going to try and write it as true to life as I can. This is AU, at least in the sense that after the babyswap D&E had a ONS. Erica had a son. Other then that, all events of PV are the same. Chapter 1 “There you are,” Opal started, catching sight of Erica. Erica nodded deftly, despite the fact that she refused to look at her friend. She was sitting in the pediatric ICU waiting room, waiting for her son to finish his treatment so that she could be with him. They didn’t let her stay with him anymore, and so she’d sit and wait until the second she could be with him again. “I was wondering where you’d disappeared too,” Opal commented as she walked toward her friend, “Jack and the rest of the family are looking for ya.” She nodded again, flicking her glance to Opal as she took a seat next to her. “I had to make a phone call.” “Honey, are you alright?” Opal asked, noting her voice sounded distant and withdraw, “I mean I know they just told you how bad it is, but you seem…” “He’s dying,” She pushed out, biting back tears, “He’s six years old, and he’s dying. It’s not fair.” Opal shook her head, “No it’s not fair. It’s not fair at all. But you can’t give up hope. They’ll find a donor.” Erica nodded, “It’s my job as his mother to protect him,” She started, turning her head so that she could look Opal in the eyes, “to do everything in my power to save him.” “If you could swap places with him, Erica, we all know you would,” Opal offered sympathetically, “But right now its in God’s hands.” “I told you,” She threw back, “I am not going to sit back and watch him die. Not if I can help it.” Opal cocked her head and narrowed her eyes at her friend, “What are you talking about? Erica, what did you do? Who did you call?” “I wasn’t going to do it unless he needed a donor,” She started, “I mean, it wasn’t like that call could have saved him before this.” “Erica?” Opal questioned, “What did you do?” Erica shook her head and let her eyes drift close, “I didn’t know until last year…” She started, trying to ready herself to say it out loud of the first time. “If they wouldn’t have given all the reports for his records, if his blood type wouldn’t have been included…I may never have known.” “Known what, Erica…” Opal questioned again, not at all looking forward to whatever it was Erica was about to tell her. “When Jack and I got back together, after Bianca’s rape, after Miranda, after all of that…” She started, “We had a rough go of it. Nothing ever went right, and we were apart more then we were together.” “I know how hard that was for you, honey, but you two worked through all of that. And now you have a beautiful son for all of it.” She winced slightly at Opals words, but nodded anyway. “The second time we broke up during that first year. We said some terrible things to each other. He said he never wanted to see me again, that he’d send my things to the Valley Inn…” She shook her head, pushed out a hard breath, “I believed him. Jack doesn’t say things like that unless he means them.” “Why are we talking about this?” Opal asked curiously, shaking her head, “What’s it got to do with anything?” “I went to the Valley Inn that night, so that Jack could have some space,” She forced her eyes open and looked at Opal, “I was having dinner in the dining room that night, all alone,” She said through a dry laugh, “David noticed me eating alone when entered the dining room..” “David as in David Hayward?” Opal asked, her voice filled with slight shock, “I haven’t heard that name in years.” “He asked if I’d like some company,” Erica pushed out. “Erica,” Opal blew out this time, knowing that look on her friends face. “It didn’t mean anything. It was just one night. It was just sex,” Erica replied, with a shrug. “You slept with him…” Opal said, in shock, “I know that Jack wouldn’t like that if he found out…”She started after a few seconds of stunned silence, “but I mean you were…” “Opal,” Erica interrupted, “that was almost seven years ago. My son is six and I was pregnant with him…” “Oh my god,” Opal exclaimed as the pieces fell into place, “Matthew is…” “Matthew is David’s son,” Erica answered dryly. “My god,” Opal said again, still to in shock to form any coherent thoughts. Erica shook her head, “I never even thought. It was just that one time. Jackson and I were back together within a few days, and David left for Malaysia…” “You called him,” Opal half asked, half said their entire conversation beginning to make sense. Erica nodded, “Odds are he’s a match. He can be Matthew's donor,” Erica offered through a smile. “Did you tell him the truth?” “Of course,” Erica replied, “He wouldn’t have come otherwise.” “Does Jack know?” Opal asked, her voice so filled with shock that the words were almost inaudible. “No,” She shook her head in reply, “he has no idea and I don’t intend to tell him until we’re sure that David is a match.” “Erica,” Opal said shaking her head. “I am going to save my son,” Erica tossed back, her voice firm and filled with determination. “David is my best chance for that to happen. Whatever happens to my marriage, so be it, as long as I save my son nothing else matters.” To be continued Last Edited By: DandEfan 03/22/10 10:27 AM. Edited 4 times.
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Posts: 5486 02/16/10 5:43 AM Finally Free! David and Erica Addict #1 Porn Nazi! D&E Encyclopedia Volume 1 The Big Cheese Left Arm	I was going for awkward for D&E. It has been seven years since they've seen one another, and their son, whom David just found out exists is dying of cancer. So yeah, awkward. But oourse, there's always that pull and connection between them. Hope you like. Chapter 2 “Mommy,” Matthew whimpered, tossing and turning in his hospital bed. “Shh,” Erica breathed, from his bed side as she reached over to rub his back, “I’m right here sweetie. It’s okay.” “I want to go home,” He half said half cried, as he struggled to get comfortable. “I know,” She told him, stroking his back, “as soon as you’re feeling better.” The words almost caught in her throat, but she made herself get them out with him hearing the hesitation. He was on his second round of Chemotherapy, and his first round of Radiation and his little body was not handling the weekly doses well. He’d been nauseous for hours. He complained of his body and head aching. He’d nearly had a meltdown a few hours earlier when the first signs of his hair falling out revealed themselves. How did you make a six year old understand that his hair falling out, his body and head constantly aching, his inability to keep any food down, coupled with making him stay in the hospital for days at a time…was all in the name of trying to save his life? They’d added two rounds of Radiation to his three rounds of Chemo in hopes of stopping his leukemia from spreading any further. He’d gone through this all six months before, after first learning the diagnosis and going into remission after one round of Chemo. They’d all hoped that he’d stay in remission and go on to live a happy life. But no one was surprised when she’d brought him back in six weeks ago, to find out that not only had returned but had spread into his bones. His doctors had hoped the first round of Chemo would stop the spread, but there was little effect and his cancer seemed to be metastasizing faster then they could fight it. It had become clear a week earlier that he was going to need a bone marrow transplant if he were to have any chance to survive and was immediately put on the list. All family members were tested, but none were a match. She’d been touched when Pine Valley’s citizens came to see if they were matches, only to be devastated when none of those tested were a match. They were running out of time now, and if the Chemo and Radiation didn’t start work and they didn’t find a donor soon, he was going to run out of time. She had to believe that David would be a match. There had to be a reason she was given all of Matthew’s records last year. A reason why she’d noted that Matthew’s blood type didn’t match to Jack’s. She needed a reason why God had chosen this fate for child and not someone else’s. She looked down at Matthew, who had finally drifted off into a fitful sleep, and bit back tears. Why would God do this to any child? Why was her rambunctious, wide eyed, full of life little guy, laying before her fighting for every breath he took? There was a soft almost hesitant knock on the door, and she shot her eyes to it almost immediately, “Come in,” She said loud enough for the person on the other side to hear, and still quiet enough not to wake Matthew. The door opened as slowly and as hesitantly as the knock had been, and she realized it wasn’t one of Matthew’s doctors. She watched the door intently, seeing the shadow of a man reveal himself in the doorway. Her breath caught and she gasped softly, as her eyes instantly recognized the man. “David,” She blew out a few seconds later. He let out his own shaky breath and tossed her a soft smile, “Hi.” “Hi,” She blew back, eyes locked on him. He’d said he’d be there as soon as he could, and he really had meant it. He must have dropped everything to get there. She tore her eyes away from him long enough to look down at Matthew, so she could be sure he was asleep. She pulled the blankets tighter around him, and dropped a kiss on his forehead as pushed up from her chair. David didn’t budge from the doorway. She’d called him out of the blue, seven years after telling him she never wanted to see him again, and then having sex with him after her marriage fell apart…to tell him that he had a son who was dying of leukemia. He’d jumped on the first flight he could get too, never stopping to thin of what it would be like when he was finally back in town. Now he stood in the doorway of his sons hospital bed, watching his son toss and turn as he battled what were obviously the side effects of his Chemo or Radiation, hell maybe both, while Erica sat vigil at his bed side. “David,” He heard her voice before he saw her standing just in front of him. “Thank you for coming,” She offered, not knowing what else to say. He nodded, and motioned his head toward the hallway. She nodded in reply, “We have to leave the door open enough so that I can hear him if he needs me.” He heard the love, the fear, the devotion in her voice, and it finally hit him just what he’d actually walked into. “How is he?” David asked, as a loss for how to start all of this. “He’s in some pain, and is nauseous from the Chemo and Radiation. But he’s tough, he’s hanging in there.” David offered her a soft smile, “With you as his mother, how could he not be a fighter?” She smiled back, “It’s good to see you.” “I wish it was under better circumstances,” He replied, watching her nod. “So do I,” She blew out, “I know this was all a shock David, and I just….I didn’t…if he doesn’t get a donor…”She started, rambling slightly, as she bit back tears that were welling again. “Erica,” He started, shaking his head, “there’s a good chance that I’ll be a match. I’m glad you called.” “I didn’t know he was yours,” She offered softly, eyes refusing to meet his as she blinked back a few tears, “I mean, at least until September and then he got sick and I…” “It’s okay,” David told her, watching her shake her head. “If he wouldn’t have gotten sick, I probably would have never told you,” She admitted, finally casting her eyes back to meet his, “But I have to save him.” He nodded, “I would expect nothing less from you,” He smiled, “I want to help, however you need me too. But I would, like to get to spend some time with him.” “Of course,” She nodded, “I just….I don’t know if he should…” “You can tell everyone you called me in to consult, to offer suggestions on people who might be matches. Put my skills to use. I can be an anonymous donor if you’d like. I don’t want to put any more stress on him then he’s already under. He needs his family strong and stable.” Her tears spilled out quickly at his words, and her breathing went slightly labored as she melted into the tears she’d been fighting for days. He was willing to stay here, get tested, save their son, and not tell the truth, at least not yet…and do it all without a commotion. Maybe the man she’d love was still in there somewhere, after all. She couldn’t help it when she fell into his arms, and he couldn’t help it when he held her close, letting her sob into his chest. He had a feeling she needed this. Needed him. And not just to possibly save their son. He still wasn’t completely settled into the idea of all of this yet, or how exactly this was going to work. What he’d say to Matthew. How he was going to look at that child and not see his son, not tell the world this was his son. His son. The idea alone was still processing. He did know, however, that right now, Erica needed him keep her standing so that they could figure this out together. And that’s exactly what he’d do. To be continued
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Posts: 5486 02/19/10 11:55 AM Finally Free! David and Erica Addict #1 Porn Nazi! D&E Encyclopedia Volume 1 The Big Cheese Left Arm	Chapter 3 He and Erica had gone to sit with Matthew for a few hours after she’d broken down in his arms. They talked a little, mostly about Matthew’s condition, his treatment, and what his prognosis was. They didn’t touch to much on anything else, instead choosing to sit with their son. Matthew had slept the whole time he was there, but that was probably for the best., as it gave him time to look at his son, study his sweet little features. They seemed to share a similar dark complexion and of course Matthew’s hair was almost as jet black as his own. Erica said his eyes were brown, a bit darker then his, but she thought they were shaped more like hers. She said his smile was David’s, but she hadn’t seen him smile in so long, that she wasn’t sure anymore. He’d almost put his fist through the window behind them when he caught sight of the hair on Matthew’s pillow after he’d rolled over. What kind of a God, if there was one, put a child through something like this? He’d come back to the hospital as early as he could, so that he could look over Matthew’s files, make sure that he was getting the best possible care. It wasn’t easy of course for him or Erica when she’d come to back him up, to explain why he was back in town. Both Joe and Jack had been extremely skeptical, but neither put up much of a fight. He figured they were doing it for Matthew, who everyone knew couldn’t handle anymore stress. He’d caught the look in Joe’s eyes when he’d given David permission to look over Matthew’s records, that made him convinced that if Joe not only knew about the blood type discrepancies but had a good idea who Matthew’s real father was. He wondered if Martin was really the kind of man who was petty enough to let a child die to protect him from the truth of his real paternity? Not that it mattered anymore. As soon as the techs started their shift, he was going to go down for the bone marrow tests. A blood relative was usually the child’s best match. Often times that was a parent, or full sibling. Erica wasn’t a match, and of course Matthew had no full siblings. Bianca and Miranda had both been tested and neither were a match. He was Matthew’s last, best, hope of finding a donor not just in the family, but already in town. The odds were in their favor. ‘Hey,” He her heard voice from across the waiting room, and trailed his eyes up to meet hers. “Hey,” He greeted back, trying to smile despite the fact that she looked like she was on the verge of tears, “What’s going on? Is Matthew alright?” He asked, pushing his chair out from the table and moving toward her quickly. She nodded, “He’s been so nauseous the last week, that despite the medication they’re giving him to stop his vomiting, nothing is working. He hasn’t even been able to keep down fluids. They’re starting to get concerned and want to put him on an IV.” “And?” David asked, watching her blow out a hard breath. “He has a complete breakdown every time someone mentions a needle. They can’t get him to sit still, and he’s absolutely panicked at the thought of more medication.” She shook her head, “I don’t really blame him. Every time someone puts something in his body, he gets sick, or his head aches and he’s so tired he can hardly move, and now his hair is falling out,” She bit back tears and looked up at him, her eyes filled with worry, “Even I can’t get him to sit still for the IV.” David nodded, “That’s all absolutely understandable. He doesn’t trust the doctors, he’s scared, and he doesn’t want to even try and eat or drink anymore because he knows what will happen. Have they tried to talk to him yet?” She nodded, “He won’t listen.” “I don’t mean like doctor to patient,” He told her, “I mean, like friend to friend. Like strong, helpful, caring grown up to scared little boy?” “Do you think an approach like that would work?” He nodded, “I don’t see why they haven’t tried. It’s something they teach you in med school to deal with situations like this.” “Will you try?” She asked softly, offering him a hesitant smile. “I’ve never even met him,” He reminded her. “I know, but I think that work in your favor,” She told him, “He doesn’t trust anyone these days, even me,” She sighed, “But if you go in there, and make him believe that you understand and that you only want what’s best for him…I think he’ll respond to it.” David nodded, “I’ll help anyway I can.” They were walking into Matthew’s room a few seconds later. Matthew was sitting up in his bed, telling Jack, Joe and Jake that he didn’t want an IV and that he wasn’t going to eat his breakfast. “Matthew, just eat the eggs,” Jack told him firmly, clearly starting to lose his temper. “I don’t want too,” He cried back at his daddy. “Then Dr. Joe is going to have to put an IV in your arm,” Jack told him, hoping to get through to his son this time. “No, mommy,” Matthew cried, shaking his head as he looked at Erica. “I don’t want no more needles. I don’t want no more needles.” He was practically in tears by the time Erica reached him and took him in his arms. “It’s alright sweetie,” She told him, hugging him tight. “What is he doing here?” Jack asked, eyes sliding from Erica and Matthew to Jake and Joe. “I asked him to come,” Erica said, attention still focused on Matthew. “He’s not an Oncologist, what could he know that would be helpful?” Jack asked, eying David. The last time he’d seen David, they’d ended up in a fist fight over David’s betrayal of Bianca. “David has contacts all over the world,” Erica told him, stroking Matthew’s back as he rested his head on her chest, finding comfort in the feel of her heartbeat against his head. “I asked him to come and make sure that Matthew is being treated in the best possibly way, and if he has some contacts or knows of any programs that could help.” “Couldn’t that have been done over the phone?” Some of the shock and annoyance at David’s appearance had faded from his voice. “No,” She told him, smiling down at Matthew as he pulled out of her arms. She helped him back against his pillows and pulled the blankets around him, “It thought it was best that he evaluate the situation in person.” Jack sighed, “Do you know anything that can help my son?” David offered Jack a soft smile, “I just got his records and I’d like to examine him before I make any kind of decisions.” “I don’t want no more needles,” Matthew whimpered from his bed, shaking his head. “David just wants to take a look at you,” Erica told him, sliding her eyes to David, who took a step toward them. “Hey Matthew,” He breathed, watching the boy turn fear filled brown eyes on him. “Needles scare me,” He told David, “And the medicine they put in them makes my tummy hurt. My hair is falling out.” He said with so much sadness in his voice that it made everyone in the room’s breath catch. David nodded taking another step toward them, “I know,” David told him, “As good as the medicine is at fighting off the bad cells, it can’t always tell the good ones from the bad ones. We call those side effects. That’s why your tummy hurts and your hair is falling out.” “I don’t like the hospital no more,” He told David, and David nodded moving toward the edge of the bed. “It’s very nice to meet you Matthew. My name is David and I’m an old friend of your mommy’s,” He offered, holding out his hand to Matthew, “She asked me here to see if maybe I can help make you feel better.” Matthew looked suspicious, but shook his hand anyway, “I don’t want no more needles,” He reminded David, shaking his head softly. “I think I might know how to make you feel better without needles,” David told him. The look Matthew threw back, made his heart catch in his throat. He saw himself in the way Matthew’s face twisted, the way he narrowed his eyes and tossed David a curious and doubtful expression. “I know eating and drinking has been making you sick,” David told him, “but if you don’t start eating and drinking your body is only going to start feeling those side effects we talked about even worse, and you won’t get to go home.” “I want to go home,” He told David, watching David nod. “How does your tummy feel right now?” David asked, hearing Joe and Jake whispering amongst themselves, while Jack rolled his eyes, all of them in complete disbelief that David would do any good. “It doesn’t hurt to much,” He told David, “But sometimes it doesn’t hurt til after I eat.” “I see,” David nodded, “I have an idea,” He started, “I was just going to go out and get myself some breakfast, I could get you something too if you want.” He shot his eyes over to Erica, who tossed him a soft smile and nod. “What’s your favorite thing to have for breakfast?” David asked, watching Matthew’s face twist up as he thought. “Pancakes,” Erica answered, after a few seconds, offering David a sweet smile, “He loves pancakes.” Matthew nodded vehemently, “Pancakes,” He confirmed, “with lots of syrup and whipped cream,” He told David through a smile. The first one they’d managed to get out of him days. “Nice choice,” David replied, “Those are my favorite too. If it’s okay with your mommy and daddy, I can bring you some pancakes.” Matthew’s eyes went to Erica who nodded immediately, and then to Jack, who hesitated slightly before reluctantly nodding to his son. “Great,” David smiled, “And how about something to drink? You need fluids as much as you do food. You like an apple juice man to me.” Matthew’s smile widened and he nodded, “I love apple juice.” “Alright then, I will go get us some pancakes and apple juice, but first I need you to do something for me,” He watched Matthew’s smile fade a bit at that, “I need you to eat some of the scrambled eggs the hospital gave you.” “They don’t taste good,” Matthew told him, shaking his head. “Hmmm,” David nodded, moving toward to the tray at the end of the bed. He picked up the fork on the right side and stabbed at some eggs. He dropped the fork full into his mouth. He nodded as he chewed, offering Matthew a slightly disgusted face, “You’re right,” He started, “they’re not very good. I think even your mommy makes better ones.” Matthew laughed, Jack and Jake, and even Joe snickered. Erica’s inability to cook was legendary after all. “Hey,” Erica exclaimed, “that’s not nice.” “But it’s true,” David teased, watching Matthew laugh as he nodded, “I know they’re not very good Matthew, but they’re very good for you and often times help settle your stomach. This way you won’t have to worry about getting sick after you eat your pancakes.” He tossed David a slight scowl, but nodded anyway, “Okay.” “Thanks,” David smiled, “and if you feel nauseous, let one of the doctors know and we’ll give you something to stop it.” He nodded, as Jack slide the tray off food toward Matthew. “Thank you, David,” Matthew said, offering him a soft smile. “You are very welcome. I’ll be right back with your breakfast.” Erica followed David to the door, and Jake and Joe followed behind them. “We’ve been trying to get him to eat for three days,” Joe said as soon as the door was closed, “And you come in and get him to eat in five minutes. I guess something’s never change.” Joe offered with a smile. David nodded, “He’s just scared. I haven’t had to treat him so I was less of a threat, and besides, every little boy loves pancakes.” Jake nodded, though his face was still less then amused, “I have to go on my rounds, page me if you need me, Erica.”\ She nodded offering him a soft smile, “Thank you, Jake.” He offered her a smile and a nod and then turned a last look at David before heading off to finish his rounds. “I have some paperwork to get going on, but I’ll be in my office if Matthew needs me,” Joe smiled at Erica. “Thank you so much, Joe,” She smiled through a slightly watery smile. “Don’t thank me until we save him,” He told her, offering David his hand, “We’ll done doctor,” He told David, who returned the handshake. “Like you said Joe, don’t thank me until he’s saved.” Joe nodded and moved to turn away, when Erica stopped him. “Joe,” She started softly, taking a deep breath a steadied herself to start, “when the team who tests possible bone marrow donors come on duty, could you let me know?” She asked, trying her best to lead into this without giving it all away. “Of course, but you’ve already been tested,” He said, slightly confused. She shook her head, but it was David who spoke, “I’m the one who needs to be tested.” Joe opened his mouth, ready to ask why David would need to be tested, when it seemed to dawn on him. “So you’re the reason why Matthew’s blood type is inconsistent with Jack and Erica’s,” He said quietly, watching Erica nod slowly. “We’re hoping to keep this quiet, Joe,” She started, “At least until we know if David is a match or not. I know it’s a lot to ask…” “I had a feeling that’s why you’/re really here,” Joe said fatly, “You have doctor patient confidentiality, Erica, so I can’t reveal anything even if I wanted too. I don’t think that I need to remind either of you how fragile Matthew is and how much he needs a strong, stable, loving family behind him.” Erica nodded, “Which is why we want to keep all of this quiet, Joe. I’ll do anything for him, we’ll do anything for him,” She corrected, offering David a soft smile, “I just didn’t have any other options.” Joe sighed, and then nodded reluctantly, “Have you always known?” Erica shook her head, “I only found out in September when the hospital gave me his records for kindergarten….” She started, trying to explain it all for only the second time. David tensed up slightly at the fact that Erica was even dignifying Joe with a response. None of this was any of his business. And it wasn’t like he had any right to throw stones at Erica, not when he knew that Matthew couldn’t possibly be Jack’s son. “I hope you’re not about to lecture Erica for not telling the truth sooner, not when you clearly knew of the discrepancies in Matthew’s blood work,” He pushed out, eyes hard and narrowed as he looked at Joe. “Withholding information that could save a patients life is a violation of your oath as a doctor, Dr. Martin.” Joe tossed David an equally hard glare, before turning his eyes back to Erica, “I only have Matthew’s best interests at heart.” Erica offered him a smile and a soft nod, “I know, Joe, thank you.” “I’ll send a nurse to find you and David, as soon as I can,” He offered, tossing her a soft smile, then offering David a hard glare, before heading away from them. “Well that went well,” David breathed shaking his head as he turned to look at Erica, “You okay?” She flashed him a soft smile and nodded, “He’s just watching out for Matthew.” “Still he has no right to question you like that. Especially since he knew that Jack isn’t Matthew’s father,” He said lowering his voice as he finished the last of his sentence. “I know Joe, he would have eventually suggested that I call who that other blood type belonged too.” “I hope so,” He told her, “Doesn’t matter anymore though. I’m here now, and there’s a good chance I’ll be a match.” “Thank you, David,” She offered softly. “For what? I haven’t done anything yet.” “The pancakes,” She breathed, “I don’t know why I didn’t think of that.” “You’re to close. Sometimes kids just need someone that they can trust to get through to him, and besides, it’s pancakes, everyone loves pancakes.” He told her with a knowing smile. “He does have your smile,” She told him, eyes sliding up to meet his. He nodded back at her, “He’s a cute kid. You’ve done good with him.” “Thank you, David,” She breathed, her eyes still locked with his. He blew out a hard breath a few seconds later, feeling the need to walk away from her, from this…before something long dead in him began to spark. “Alright, tell Matthew I’ll be back with his pancakes as quickly as I can.” She nodded, watching his eyes slid from hers as he turned on his feet. She watched him walk down the corridor, his back to her. When she’d discovered that David was really Matthew’s father, she’d simply looked at the test, decided that she’d never let anyone see the results and moved on with her life. The whole thing, from looking at Matthew’s blood type to putting the files away probably lasted thirty seconds, and that was the only time before two days ago that she’d dealt with it. Now she couldn’t stop thinking about the whole thing. Not just because he might be the donor they need. Not just because she couldn’t stop looking at Matthew and see David. But because she liked having him around. She liked how he mad Matthew smile. How in the course of just a few hours, without him even being tested, everything was starting to feel like it was right. She’d forgotten how angry she was at him. She’d forgotten how much she hated him for what he’d done to her family. And part of her was okay with forgetting…. “Erica,” Jack started, having opened the door to Matthew’s room, “your presence is being requested,” He told her with a smile. She blew out a hard breath and nodded as she turned to face him, offering him a smile as she started back into Matthew’s room. She’d put on a smile. She’d be there for Matthew, and she’d pretend like it didn’t mean anything more then helping a friend that David was here. If only she believed that. The End
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Posts: 336 02/19/10 12:24 PM	Me thinks those two concieved Matthew for a reason, that they love each other and those feelings won't let them forget. And David has great bedside manner, well at least with kids Love me some David and Matthew. There is still an Ass in the room. Actually quite a few and some have the name Martin
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Posts: 5486 03/02/10 2:52 PM Finally Free! David and Erica Addict #1 Porn Nazi! D&E Encyclopedia Volume 1 The Big Cheese Left Arm	Chapter 4 “So how were the eggs?” David asked, offering Matthew a smile as he headed into the room. Matthew shrugged, “Can I have my pancakes now?” David laughed, nodding as he headed toward the bed, “How does your tummy feel?” Matthew tossed him a knowing smile and nodded, “It doesn’t hurt, at all.” Erica smiled at David from next to Matthew, “He’s feeling better after getting something in his stomach.” David nodded, moving up to the bed, “Good. And pancakes will make you feel even better.” “We’re watchin’ baseball,” Matthew told him motioning toward the TV. “Baseball, this early in the morning,” David asked, moving so he could set the Styrofoam box that held their pancakes on Matthew’s food tray. “It’s a game from a few nights ago, I taped it for him,” Erica told him, with a smile. David nodded and raised an eyebrow at her, “You finally learned how to work the VCR, huh?” Matthew laughed and Erica blew out a scoff, “Is it pick on Erica day?” She said though a laugh. “She does good now,” Matthew told him, watching David pour syrup over the pancakes, “She used to miss the first part and the last part.” “Hey,” Erica said, shaking her head as she leaned forward to poke him in his side. He laughed, flashing her a happy smile, “Mommy,” He giggled, eyes going wide as David moved to hand him his pancakes. “These are my favorite kind of pancakes,” David said, sliding the tray toward Matthew. “What kind are they?” He asked, examining the cut up pancake pieces. “Chocolate chip,” Erica answered with a knowing smile. David and Matthew turned their eyes on her and she shrugged, “Lucky guess,” She said, offering David a wink. “Chocolate chips, in the pancakes,” Matthew mused before diving into his breakfast. David watched him dig into the pancakes. His face light and almost carefree as he focused on eating. He wasn’t sure when it had happened or even how it was possible that it happened so quickly, but he was already hopelessly in love with this child. “These are really good,” Matthew mumbled through a bite of pancakes. “What do you say, sweetheart?” She asked, shaking her head as she moved to flank the side of the bed next to him. Matthew tossed David a chocolaty grin, “Thank you Dr. David.” Erica watched David nodded at Matthew, as he moved to start eating his own pancakes. It was no surprise that David was a natural. He was a natural. In twenty four hours, he’d gotten Matthew to smile, to laugh, and now eat. She watched David look up at the TV behind him, and she watched Matthew nod at whatever David was saying to him. His love of baseball was definitely something that came from David. “I bet the Phillies win,” David told him, plate of pancakes in his hand as he walked toward the head of the bed, where a very amused Matthew laughed back at him. “Phillies never win,” He laughed, shoveling in another bite of pancakes. “I don’t know,” David told him, reaching into the bag he’d set on the tray, “I think they might win this time,” He added, pulling an Apple Juice box out and holding it out to Matthew. “I don’t’ think so,” He laughed, taking the juice box from David. Matthew invited David to flank the other side of his bed, and share his tray, so they could eat pancakes and talk baseball. They both tried to explain it to her, but had only end up laughing adoringly at her inability to understand. She watched them together. Watched the way Matthew tipped his head back with laughter, the way his face twisted when he was deep in thought, the way he smiled and laughed. She watched David do the same. Sometimes they were like a mirror of one another. Genetics were clearly more powerful then she’d ever imagined. “I didn’t realize how much alike you two are,” Erica whispered, Matthew having fallen sleep against David’s shoulder, she smiled at David as she slid the tray away from Matthew so they could tuck him in. “He definitely gets his love of baseball from me,” David offered with a smile, Matthew still sleeping on his shoulder. “It was like watching a mirror for awhile there,” She told him, offering him a soft smile as she moved Matthew so she could settle him against the bed. “You are incredible,” He said, watching the tender way she situated Matthew against the pillows and pulled the blanket over him. “No,” She told him softly, “I’m just mommy.” “He is so lucky to have you,” He told her, waiting until she had Matthew properly tucked in before easing off the bed. “I wish there was something more I could do for him,” She breathed, eyes locked on Matthew as she leaned down to drop a kiss on his forehead. He was just about to reply when the door pushed open, “Erica, David,” Joe Martin’s voice came from the other side, “the techs are here.” David shot his eye to Erica, who held his gaze as she walked around to his side of Matthew’s bed. “Thank you,” She told him, leaning up to place a kiss on his cheek. It wasn’t a thank you for the pancakes. It wasn’t a thank you for getting tested. It was a thank you for the little boy that lay in the bed next to them. For the last six years. He nodded back at her, offering her a soft smile as she leaned back, “I have a good a good feeling,” He told her, lifting a hand to her cheek. “He’s going to be alright.” “I know,” She breathed, part of her actually believing it. “They’ll put a rush on the results,” Joe told them, as David nodded in his direction. “When I get back,” David started, “I want to talk to you about an idea I have. I think it might help Matthew feel better about his hair failing out.” “There is already so much love in your voice when you say his name,” She said, though her eyes had flicked to Matthew, “He’s lucky to have you.” “He’ll be even luckier when those test results say I’m a match,” He told her, hand still on her cheek, “I’ll be back soon.” She nodded, “I feel like I should pray.” “I don’t think that’s a bad idea,” He told her, sliding his hand off her cheek. “Don’t let him restart the game without me if he wakes up.” She laughed, shaking her head, “Go, save our son.” It was the first time she said it out loud, and it didn’t sound nearly as foreign as she’d expected it too. She watched him head for the door, the echo of “their son” still ringing in her ears. Maybe everything did happen for a reason. Maybe there was a reason he found her that night at the Valley Inn. Maybe there was a reason why they ended up in his suite. Maybe there was a reason this was their son. She flicked her eyes back to Matthew, who was sleeping soundly for probably the first time in days, and she smiled at his sleeping form. Maybe they were all due for another miracle after all. To be continued…
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Posts: 336 03/02/10 8:45 PM	Ahh it's a miracle alright, that his daddy is here to save him. That he is going to know that he is just like his daddy in every way and that Jack isn't his daddy? David is just an amazing father and if he could, be one on the show, if he was given the chance! They are so cute and Erica is in "love" with her boys
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Posts: 5486 03/22/10 10:26 AM Finally Free! David and Erica Addict #1 Porn Nazi! D&E Encyclopedia Volume 1 The Big Cheese Left Arm	Chapter 5 “How’d it go?” Erica asked softly, offering David a smile as he walked back into Matthew’s room. He nodded, “They’re going to put a rush on the results. We should know in twelve hours.” She tossed him a smile, “If you are a match, the donation could happen within twenty four hours, couldn’t it?” He nodded as he moved into the room, his eyes on a still sleeping Matthew. “That’s the plan.” “It doesn’t feel like it can be that simple,” She said, shooting her eyes to Matthew. “Someone has to be a match, Erica,” He told her, “Who better then me? And the sooner we get him his donation the sooner you get him home.” “I just wish this would all stop before his hair falls out,” She sighed, “He’s taking that harder then anything else.” “I can imagine, It must be a hard thing to understand at such a young age,” He said, shaking his head. “He was different before he got sick,” She told him, sliding her eyes up to meet his, “He was so full of life so curious and always trying to work me over with that smile of his,” She said through a laugh, “He reminds me a lot of you.” “Once he’s well, that will all come back,” David told her, “He’s tough, Erica.” “I wish he didn’t have to be,” She said, running a finger down Matthew’s cheek. “I don’t know how you’re going to feel about this,” David started, “I probably don’t even have the right to suggest it…” She cocked her head and raised an eyebrow at him. “I want to do something to help him,” He continued, “I mean besides getting tested.” “You’ve already done so much for him.” He shook his head, “I have a feeling what’s so scary for him about his hair falling is that he’s the only one who’s going to look like that. That’s hard for anyone, but for a six year old, being different from everyone else is almost is unthinkable,” He watched her nod, “So I was thinking, maybe he’d take the whole thing easier if he had someone else lose their hair too.” She shook her head, “I don’t understand…” “I’ve seen this approach taken with kids before,” He told her, “Shave their head before their hair falls out completely. And at the same time, someone they trust volunteers to shave their head as well.” “Jack won’t shave his head,” She told him, “I’d look utterly ridiculous with a shaved head. I don’t know who would…” “I will,” He told her, “It’s just hair right.” She smiled at him, but shook her head, “I don’t think you’d look much better with a shaved a head then I would.” “It’s just hair, and he needs someone to go through this with him,” He told her, shrugging. “You’re serious?” She half asked half said, “You’ve known him two days and you’d be willing to shave your head for him?” “Erica, I think I’d do anything for him,” He admitted softly. She tossed him a smile and blinked back tears, “He’s so lucky to have you.” “I think I’m luckier to have him,” He replied, “Malaysia is nice. And I was helping a lot of people there, but there was nothing in it for me. No family. No friends. No real anything,” He said shaking his head, “I’ve known he was mine for three days and already I feel like he’s given me more purpose then I’ve ever had.” Her eyes fluttered shut, as a few tears slipped down her cheeks. She was supposed to hate the man. She was supposed to feel like he owed their son, her, Bianca, Miranda….owed them this. But she couldn’t make herself feel anything but love for him. Her mind seemed to click as she realized what it all meant. She opened her eyes a few seconds later, so she could look at David who’s attention was focused on Matthew. “After he’s better,” She started softly, “We’ll figure out how tell everyone the truth.” He nodded, but didn’t look at her. “The truth seems so unimportant compared to everything else. We’ll just get him well, and then deal with everything else as it comes.” She watched his face as he said it. Watched the way he looked at Matthew, and realized that he meant what he’d just said. That he’d put their son before the truth, before telling the world he was really Matthew’s father. She wasn’t sure when she’d gotten up, and she was even less sure when she’d walked over to him, but she had and now they were standing face to face, his eyes wide and questioning as he looked down at her. “Erica?” He stared down at her, not sure what to make of the look she was giving him. She blew out a hard breath and raised a shaky hand up to his chest. She pressed her palm against his shirt and pressed herself up on her toes, her lips moving in to capture his. She kissed him softly, lets moving just barely against his. She wasn’t sure why she was kissing, only that she knew she wanted too. She needed too. The last time they’d kissed had been in his suite, and it was hard and hot, and ended with them having sex against the door of his suite. He wasn’t sure how to handle all of this. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to kiss her, her did. He really did. But this was all happening to fast. Three days ago he was all alone in Malaysia, and now he had a son and Erica was kissing him. He was thankful when she finally peeled her lips away from his, before he had to decide what to do next. She let her eyes flutter open, and kept them fixed with his so they’d be staring into each others eyes when he opened his. She flashed him a knowing smile when his eyes met hers, “Will you stay with him for a bit?” She asked, watching him try to work through his haze from their kiss. He nodded, “Of course.” “Good,” She smiled, still gripping lightly at his shirt, “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” That was all she offered him, before releasing her grip on his shirt. She held his gaze as she headed out of the room, not wanting to break their eye contact. She was walking on thin ice and she knew it. This wasn’t a game she should be playing. Not with their son dying. Not with Jack and the rest of the family all around. Not when she was supposed to hate him. But she couldn’t help herself. There was something about him, about them, about the fact that this was their son, that made it all seem non-existent or at the very least far less relevant. She pulled the door to Matthew’s room closed behind her and stopped for a few seconds, needing to pull herself together so she could go get the things she wanted for them. She’d do anything for Matthew, and so would David. Which meant that she would do anything for both of them. She did love them both, after all. To be continued
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Posts: 336 03/22/10 10:58 AM	Awwww David wants to sport a new look to make his son feel better And Erica is all over David, hahahaha Jack So David is going to save his son's life and then can he tell Jack? "Hey Ass thanks for watching my kid, but i'm gonna be daddy from now on and BTW Erica and I are sleeping together and have been since I came back"
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