as I grab a bun from the bag and place a hot dog in it before covering it with ketchup, just the way she likes it.
“Thank you,” she says as I hand over the hot dog.
“You’re welcome.”
“Lindsay, is it time to show Daddy our surprise yet?” Paisley asks.
Lindsay looks between the two of us before nodding her head. She pushes back from the table and they both head inside, coming back out with a cherry pie.
“We made your favorite dessert!” Paisley exclaims as she beams next to Lindsay.
“That looks delicious!”
We finish up dessert, enjoying the mild weather that is allowing us to sit outside tonight. After the long shift I just had, I needed an easy night like this with my girls.
“Dish,” Lindsay says as soon as I drop onto the couch next to her. I just finished tucking Paisley in, and she’s been waiting not so patiently to hear about my messed up day.
I stand up and move things off the couch, then lay back down, placing my head on Lindsay’s lap. Her fingers go straight to my hair as she runs them through the strands, slightly massaging my scalp. I moan in pleasure, the feeling attempting to lull me to sleep.
“Quit stalling, mister,” she teases me, poking me in the shoulder. “I’ll stop massaging you if you don’t start talking.”
“It was the weirdest fucking call I think I’ve ever been on, and that’s saying something.” I shudder, the visual of what we walked in on today, coming back to me.
“Okay…” She draws out the word. “Explain.”
“All dispatch said was a male who was stuck in his house. That happens more than you’d think, but a lot of times, it's an elderly person who’s fallen and can’t get up.”
“I take it this wasn’t an older person?” She smiles down at me, obviously picking up on my discomfort and enjoying it a little too much.
“Nope. We walked in, and the wife pointed us towards the bedroom.”
“Go on,” Lindsay giggles.
I rub a hand over my eyes, trying like hell to make the feeling of walking into that room go away. “The guy was a good three hundred pounds, spread eagle with his hands and legs chained to the four posts of the bed. He was dressed in a lace teddy with a matching thong. The ‘clothes’ hid absolutely nothing to cover anything from our view. The bed was covered with sex toys, and the wife couldn’t get the locks undone that were securing him to the bed. We had to cut him out of them.”
“Oh my god!” Lindsay guffaws and falls over in her fit of laughter. “How?” she starts to question, but gets nothing else out because she’s laughing so hard.
“As I said, the most messed up call I think I’ve ever been on. I showered as soon as we got back to the station, yet I still don’t feel clean after that call.”
Lindsay is wheezing; she’s laughing so hard, which causes me to follow suit. I can definitely see a sliver of humor from the situation, and feel bad for the guy. I’m sure he’s feeling quite embarrassed, but shit, that isn’t the kind of call I signed up to go out on when I joined the academy.
“What did he do once you guys had him cut out?”
“Grabbed a robe and covered up, then tried to offer us his hand to shake as he thanked us profusely.”
“Are you shitting me?” she barks.
“Nope. Not one bit.”
“Damn. I don’t know if I’d have been able to keep a straight face during all of that.”
“Oh, trust me. It wasn’t a laughing matter when we were there. Not one bit.”
“I’ve had my share of weird things inside people's bodies that ‘get lost’ and we’ve had to remove in the ER,” Lindsay says, sitting back up.
“I don’t even want to know.” I shudder just thinking of what she could have dealt with.
“This one time...” she starts.
“Stop!” I put my hands up, one laying over her mouth lightly to stop her from saying anything else. “I don’t want to know.” I laugh.
“Oh, come on, I’ve got some fun ones.” She winks.
“How about you just keep those stories to yourself and come kiss me instead,” I suggest.
“Now that I can get on board with,” she tells me, leaning over and pressing her lips to mine.
17
Lindsay
“Hey, babe, it's time to go!” I call down the hall to Tucker. We’re due at my parents’ house in just a little bit, and I want to get there early so