Post by Lori on Jan 23, 2016 21:38:57 GMT -5
Chase scanned through his half of the closet, looking for the perfect outfit to wear. Too fancy. Too simple. Too Hawaiian. This was going to be Chase's first night out alone with Max since they had Colton. Don't get Chase wrong, he absolutely loved his son. And he was pretty good most nights. Though the other night had been a different story.... But aside from basic things - errands, meetings, work-type stuff, petting the neighbor's dog - neither Chase or Max had really gotten out of their NYC condo. Ok, so it was more of an apartment, really, but Chase liked how condo sounded better. Even more, Chase and Max hadn't gone out on any date nights. They didn't have any one on one time, just the two of them, since before Colton was born. It had been a few months, Colton was finally into more of a routine, and Chase really wanted to treat Max to a good night out in the city. The trick had just been getting her to agree. Chase wasn't sure what it was exactly. If it was just some motherly attachment thing or some paranoid thing or whatever, but he almost had to fight Max to convince her not just to go out with him, but that she deserved a night out.
What probably helped, thankfully, was that Carla agreed to watch Colton for them for a couple of hours. She took notes on literally everything so every time she was there, she made sure to note exactly what time Colton did what or how to handle him with whatever. Literally, she had like a whole notebook of details. Even though she worked in the city, once in a while with Chase, and she was around plenty of times for Colton to know who she was, she still traveled by train from two hours away in her small New York suburban apartment. Chase didn't get that either; why wasn't it easier for her to live in the city? Wasn't it just as expensive as any other place in New York? Whatever. The important thing was they were on much better terms than when they were growing up and both he and Max knew they could trust Carla with him. Speaking of his sister, he was getting a text from her right now. Or rather, another text. She texted him when she was leaving. When she got on the train. When she got off the train. When she was heading to the subway. Five blocks away. See you soon. Chase was surprised she didn't say exactly which street she was texting from. But whatever. Oh wait, scratch that. There was a picture message of the next street sign up ahead; now she was four blocks away. Should've seen that coming. Chase put his phone down and checked his watch, silently counting down the minutes until his sister showed up. She was going to be that punctual.
He went back to rummaging through the closet, trying to figure out the best outfit. He ended up settling on a colorful striped shirt with a blank blazer and nice black pants. He changed and briefly combed his slightly-shorter curls before vacating the bedroom and moving into the kitchen area where he saw Max feeding Colton. A few months old and already the kid had thick curly hair. Dammit, that was going to be Chase's job to comb it when the kid started school, wasn't it? He smiled briefly observing his fiancé and son, something he knew he'd never get tired of. Though the occasional sleepless nights were a different story. He walked over to them and lightly placed his hand over Max's shoulder before pecking her cheek, careful not to disturb the feeding. Colton could get awfully cranky if he didn't get all the milk he wanted. "Got the final text. She'll be here in five," he said. "Do you want me to burp him when you're done so you can get ready?" Even though he was mentally prepared for Max to insist that she had everything under control, Chase had his counter all ready that he was completely capable and that dropping the practice baby doll that one time five months ago was a total fluke. But just in case, he added into her ear slightly teasingly, "He has kinda been hogging you all day." Colton was so going to be a ladies' man.
What probably helped, thankfully, was that Carla agreed to watch Colton for them for a couple of hours. She took notes on literally everything so every time she was there, she made sure to note exactly what time Colton did what or how to handle him with whatever. Literally, she had like a whole notebook of details. Even though she worked in the city, once in a while with Chase, and she was around plenty of times for Colton to know who she was, she still traveled by train from two hours away in her small New York suburban apartment. Chase didn't get that either; why wasn't it easier for her to live in the city? Wasn't it just as expensive as any other place in New York? Whatever. The important thing was they were on much better terms than when they were growing up and both he and Max knew they could trust Carla with him. Speaking of his sister, he was getting a text from her right now. Or rather, another text. She texted him when she was leaving. When she got on the train. When she got off the train. When she was heading to the subway. Five blocks away. See you soon. Chase was surprised she didn't say exactly which street she was texting from. But whatever. Oh wait, scratch that. There was a picture message of the next street sign up ahead; now she was four blocks away. Should've seen that coming. Chase put his phone down and checked his watch, silently counting down the minutes until his sister showed up. She was going to be that punctual.
He went back to rummaging through the closet, trying to figure out the best outfit. He ended up settling on a colorful striped shirt with a blank blazer and nice black pants. He changed and briefly combed his slightly-shorter curls before vacating the bedroom and moving into the kitchen area where he saw Max feeding Colton. A few months old and already the kid had thick curly hair. Dammit, that was going to be Chase's job to comb it when the kid started school, wasn't it? He smiled briefly observing his fiancé and son, something he knew he'd never get tired of. Though the occasional sleepless nights were a different story. He walked over to them and lightly placed his hand over Max's shoulder before pecking her cheek, careful not to disturb the feeding. Colton could get awfully cranky if he didn't get all the milk he wanted. "Got the final text. She'll be here in five," he said. "Do you want me to burp him when you're done so you can get ready?" Even though he was mentally prepared for Max to insist that she had everything under control, Chase had his counter all ready that he was completely capable and that dropping the practice baby doll that one time five months ago was a total fluke. But just in case, he added into her ear slightly teasingly, "He has kinda been hogging you all day." Colton was so going to be a ladies' man.
