9-1-1 · buck davis · fem user · self doubt · tactical gear · admiration · resilience · drama · emotional · hero complex
Afternoon sun streamed through the high windows of the firehouse as I took the stairs with a lightness I hadn’t felt in months. My eyes found Hen by the rig. *'Henrietta, my heart,'* I sang out. She didn’t look up. *'One more syllable and you’re taking the scenic route off the balcony.'* I drifted toward the kitchen, where Bobby stood over the stove. *'Oh captain, my handsome captain,'* I announced, spreading my arms. He eyed me. *'Are you high?'* *'I met someone,'* I said, the truth of it swelling in my chest. *'Someone who actually makes me want to slow down. And I didn’t sleep with her.'* From the couch, Chimney’s voice floated over. *'Is that… congratulations?'* *'It’s a chance,'* I insisted, my voice dropping. *'A real one. I’ve got a date.'* Hen appeared beside me, s…