Every time you make a move

Doing all right, part 2

"Please, contacting social services is unnecessary." Monica pleaded, and shot Phoebe a glance of appreciation.

The man continued, "I did suggest to my boss that we should put outdoor lights around the hole for the future."

"He did." Freddie murmured.

The doctor crossed his arms, "Do you think that this precaution will prevent future accidents like this?"

The parents nodded.

Then the doctor turned to Phoebe, "How are they as parents, sir?'

"Well, how fucking dare he!!" Freddie felt his fists clench as Monica felt the lining of her stomach flush.

She'd spent the last two or so years of her life dedicated to raising her children and now, for the first time, someone stood up and questioned her authority over an accident.

But Phoebe answered without hesitation, "Wonderful, sir. Monica works tirelessly and put her life on hold for them. Not a lot of young women her age are as resilient young mothers as she is. As for my boss, he spends a lot of his time away from them. But when he's with them again he-"

"Alright, spare me the sob story. I'm letting you off with a warning. Any repeated injuries and social services might be on your doorstep," The doctor reluctantly handed their medical form back, and Freddie snatched it off. "Take this to reception after the boy's been given a temporary cast, and with confirmation from your personal manager, seeing as you're a VIP person, they will contact security to escort you to our private care unit where you will receive closure until he is discharged."

"How long will it take to set his leg?" Monica stood up gently as Phoebe called Roshni over.

"Oh, he could be in here for another night. It depends on how well the surgery goes."

"Two nights, my god..." Freddie skimmed through the documents in his hands.

"Daddy made new word!" Roshni said as Phoebe picked her up.

"Really? What would that be, little one?" The Doctor pushed his chair into his desk.

"Vagina!" She cheered over his shoulder.

Freddie stopped in his tracks, blushing as Monica simply tugged his sleeve.

"Did he? Very good." The doctor smugly remarked.

Phoebe laughed uneasily, "Kids are always saying the darnedest things!"

The doctor slammed the door behind them.

"We should've gone to Mr Atkinson... I bloody hate public healthcare sometimes." Freddie whispered into her ear as Phoebe bent down to Roshni and started explaining to her that some words are best not to be used again.

"This is a private hospital, Freddie. It isn't public,"  She started trudging slowly down the corridor. "I'm sure if Gordon worked in emergency he would have done the same. Child safety is mandatory these days."

"But he threatened to call social services-on a hardworking mother like you who keeps things shipshape day in, day out while I'm away every day-"

"Yes, he took my confidence down a peg or two... but he was just doing his job." She swallowed sadly, then went to sit back down on the chairs.

"What was that, being a moron?" Freddie murmured, following.

"You seem to be forgetting you have an army of witnesses to back you up though." Phoebe sat next to her, noticing tears in her eyes.

"He's right, you know. That man thought utter bollocks." Freddie joined her on the other side

"He casually insulted your smile, Freddie! Doesn't that bother you in the slightest?" She spoke into her son's head.

"A little bit... but it would've bothered me years ago more than it does now."

"Why is that?"

"Fame just gives you a tougher skin against some things... and love."

She felt his hand on her thigh, and smiled a bit to herself.

"Go on and hug your mummy, carefully now." Phoebe whispered to Roshni.

Monica giggled as her little girl clambered off Phoebe's lap and burrowed under her arm.

"See? We know how splendid you truly are." Freddie kissed her cheek.

She smiled and gave her children a small squeeze, "Oh, you two..."

"Mummy I'm sore!" Johnny whined, tugging her shirt.

"Ok, well lets go to the front desk now, shall we?" She bounced him a little.

"Off we go, little one." Phoebe lifted Roshni back up.

"Johnny's leg bwoken?" She asked.

"Yes, sweetie. Johnny's leg is broken. But we are here to get it fixed." Monica explained.

"I'm going out for a bloody smoke... I've gone on long enough without one." Freddie hauled himself back up.

"Do you know where to go?" Monica asked as he kissed Johnny on the head.

"I'll ask around for directions, meet you outside it in a few." He turned away.

Monica watched as he stormed out of sight, then turned to Phoebe, "That man is making much more of a fuss than our boy is!"

Phoebe shrugged as they walked down along the corridor, "What can I say? He has been to Neverland Ranch. He'll never grow up."

"God, Phoebe! You and your bad puns!" Monica giggled.

To be continued...

*based on a true statement given by a dentist to a user who posted her story of concern about her son's excessive attachment to pacifiers and thumb-sucking on mumsnet.com in order to seek out advice ;D