I power on my phone and call Ice.
“Hey, baby,” he answers. “Leaving work?”
“Yes, I got some news today.”
“Good news, I take it?”
“Yes, I’m getting promoted to charge nurse!”
“Congratulations, Sunny! You deserve it.”
“Thank you! I haven’t been here that long, but they believe that I can handle the position.”
“You’ll do great.”
“I hope so. I’ll see you soon.”
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you, too.” I end the call and drive out of the parking garage.
This calls for a celebration . . . the kind that will probably land us on Santa’s naughty list. Luckily, I know him.