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“Mr. Baldy with all the hair brought us,” Sydney said, her mood switching almost as quick as she had when she was allowed to play with Bailey. Safe, comfortable, open, his daughter bloomed a bit when Porsche was around. “You guys all have funny names. I think yours should be Skye.”
“Like fromPaw Patrol?” Porsche mocked, twirling her finger through her hair that was down and being held back with a pair of sunglasses like a headband. “Is it because my hair’s a little curly today.”
“Maybe.” Sydney tucked her cheek close to her shoulder as a little laugh bubbled up from deep inside.
Warmth washed over him as he watched the two together. “Hey, Porsche, how are you?” he asked, making sure to use her real name since the waiting room had a few patients flipping through old magazines.
“I’m okay. You didn’t call me yesterday,” she said as she smoothed over Sydney’s hair, then probably subconsciously removed the binder and pulled her hair into a less messy ponytail without one protest from his little girl and in a quarter of the time it took him that morning. “I thought I would be helping you with Sydney, but I see she’s alive and has most of her pieces.”
Porsche lifted Syd’s arms like she were a jointed doll, making her light up even more.
“We just hung out together. Sorry I didn’t call.” Mike rested his hands on the counter and Sydney hopped on Porsche’s knee like they’d been best friends for years.
“Spin me,” Sydney ordered, and Porsche complied.
“So, did you come here to ride in office chairs?” Porsche asked once they’d rotated a few times. “Or are you here to see Red or Doc?”
“Doc,” Mike said. “I didn’t make an appointment, but she said she’d work us in when I brought Sydney in.”
“K, Syd, push the star and the number two,” Porsche said and picked up the office phone. “Hey Doc, I’ve got a crazy little girl and some man they call Bugs probably because he’s a bit bonkers himself down here, do I need the straight jacket or just soft restraints with these two?”
Sydney laid her head on Porsche’s shoulder as calm slipped over her face.
“You’re the Doc, but should I at least shoot them in the butt with a tranquilizer dart?”
Sydney covered her face with her hands to mute her laughter.
“Oh yeah, you’re right, we used the last of the elephant sized ones to get Mountain,” Porsche said with a sigh as she continued her show. “Well, I guess we’re going to have to hope they aren’t feral and start using their feet to scratch behind their ears and pull out all the paper on the exam table.”
Mike couldn’t help falling for the adorableness that had even him set at ease for an appointment he wasn’t ready to have.
“I’ll take you two back,” Porsche said and he noticed those waiting taking note of the five star celebrity treatment they were getting.
There were only a couple rooms and Porsche brought them back without a chart.
“Why are we here daddy?” Sydney asked as if the room itself was a haunted house.
“Remember the nice lady Doc from yesterday?” he asked, and she nodded slightly as she moved toward Porsche and not because she was closest to the door. “Well, she’s going to talk to you more and do a few tests.”
“No.” Sydney’s body stiffened, she turned right as Porsche dropped to a knee and caught her in her arms. “No, I don’t want to Ms. Porsche.”
“Hey,” Porsche said leaning back and taking Syd’s face in her hands. “Remember we talked about sugar before and how things are fine in little bits.”
His daughter nodded and Mike felt so out of the loop.
“With Doc, you share little bits and she makes things better,” Porsche said. “Sometimes you share big bits and it makes your tummy hurt, but she knows how to even make that better. Besides, you already had all your shots and you had most of them when you were a baby with no problem.”
“But mama says I’m not supposed to tell the doctors everything that makes my belly hurt because they’ll say I’m bad.”
Fire scorched down Mike’s back and through his arms like a superhero charging up as every muscle tighten at once.
“But I don’t know what I’m not supposed to say,” Sydney said, her voice trembling on the verge of tears.
“Everything,” Porsche said, smoothing her hand over Sydney’s hair. “You know why?”
With a snuff Sydney shook her head.
“Because none of us would ever think you were bad,” Porsche assured. “Even if you ran through mud puddles in your best dress chasing after Bailey and Creature.”
