Emergency Medical Dad

christmas special 2

2022 christmas special because I'm still working with these two beautiful characters and I want to see them happy. etc etc. 

this, I think, is about 2k words longer than last years. 

anyway happy holidays and things, this ones got a bit of organized religion in it. 

more notes at the bottom per usual. (and also per usual i wrote this in one session, the POV switches are nuts, and all the usual christmas special things)

EDIT: spelling mistake

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JORGEN

 "I'm going to ask her to marry me."

Ron's eyebrows go up, "congratulations...? You sound unsure."

"I'm not, I just," I break and rub my hands down my face, looking around the little office. "What if she thinks I'm... too early? I don't know? What if she... is the timing bad?"

He shrugs, "you have a nine year old. You've been living together for just about a year. There's not really a discernible timeline. If you and her think it's the right time, then it's the right time."

"I think so?" I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, something she does that I accidentally stole. "I think it is? I just... I want this. But I, we, we don't have the money to handle a huge thing, and I don't know if she wants a huge thing, right? What if she wants something big?"

"Have you gotten a ring, talked with her about it at all?"

"We talk about it a lot, yeah," I run my hands through my hair, more anxious about this topic than I have been about my PTSD as of recent. Shows how she's reframed my life, I guess. "But nothing solid, right? It's just something we toss around, sometimes like haha we're basically already married or..."

Ron shrugs, "but do you want to get married?"

"Yes."

"That was fast," his eyes have a sort of twinkle. "You're never that quick about decisions."

"It's Jessie, I-"

"I know," he sets down his little clipboard and I'm met eye to eye with the guy who has watched me grow up out here. "So you want to get married to her?"

"Yes."

"And do you have a plan? You're always the man with the plan."

"I..." I swallow. "Sort of."

"And?"

"It's... sort of gross."

He frowns, "what?"

"Not like, gross, actually, but, we just..." I suck in a deep breath. "Spent a lot of time... um. Together. Around the holidays. When we were younger. We both did something every year during the midnight mass on Christmas Eve. I remember being very young in the back of the church with her during Silent Night at the very end of mass... and..."

"You're going to ask her to marry you on Christmas Eve?"

"I... think so."

"Hold on, hold on," he scoots his chair back and I watch him sort of dart toward a box of kleenex on the bookshelf. "I'm grabbing these. I might cry. I might."

"Why?" I frown. "It's just... a thing."

"No, no, this," he slaps the box down and sits again. "I met you when you were so young and so scared and now you're getting married. Jorgen. I... you have a family and a wonderful wonderful partner and you're healing so fast and... oh I don't know," he sniffs, giving me a weak smile. "I know you don't really like it when I get emotional on you because you're not sure how to handle it, but this is all a lot. I'm really really proud of you."