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phoning home [RP for Lee]
standing in the elevator
lockhart_md
After three hellish days in detox, Abby is finally feeling well enough, relatively speaking, to settle into a routine of sorts at the inpatient rehab center she's checked herself into. Throughout the detox process, throughout the tremors, nausea, debilitating headaches, and insomnia, all she's thought of (other than having a drink) is Lee and Lily. She's cried more than she'd ever admit, missing her husband and daughter and home almost to the point that she feels it physically. She almost regrets saying she needs to do this alone, but knows she'd never be able to do it if this wasn't her decision and hers alone.

But she still needs them. More than she's ever admitted to herself before. She takes a shower, subconsciously wanting to be fresh and clean for her first allowed phonecall after a successful completion of the detox process. She makes her way from her room to the main floor where she waits, impatiently, for her allotted time slot to begin.

When she finally gets on the phone, she freezes for a moment, her fingers forgetting what to do, what numbers to dial. When she shakes herself and dials the familiar numbers of Lee's phone, she can feel her heart banging around in her chest. What can he think of her now? Maybe he won't even want to talk to her. Maybe he's relieved to be rid of her and the mess she's made of her life. She wouldn't blame him, and she can feel her palms sweating as she listens to the phone ring.

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Mommy! The word comes out of the little girl's mouth as she looks around expectantly.

Lee looks down, wincing at the way the child mispronounces her grandmother's name.

She's stunned by the word that comes out of her daughter's mouth, but thinks she must have misheard; there's no way she said Mommy, no way Lee would let her use that word for anyone else. She speaks carefully, evenly. What did she say?

Molly. He repeats. Moll Lee.

Lily grins and echoes him happily. Mommy.

She does not call her *Mommy*. She's still speaking in the even tone, but it's obvious she's none too pleased.

She's not calling her *mommy*, He assures Abby. She doesn't enunciate, that's all. She calls her sister Soapy, she's just trying to say Molly, really.

Lily, where's Mommy? She asks the little girl, almost desperately. This is what she'd been afraid of the most when Molly came. Being replaced.

Lily chews on her fingers as she looks at Abby before reaching up with slobbery fingers to pat at her face. Mama.

Lee looks at his wife as if to say I told you so.

She embraces the little girl, kissing her face, deeply relieved. Yes...that's right, baby, I'm your Mommy...

She knows who her parents are, Abby. He pats her knee. And we talk about you every day. Look at pictures. I tell her how much you love her.

I don't want her calling anyone else Mommy. She looks at him, needing for him to understand.

She isn't. He insists. She's trying to say Molly. No one wants her calling anyone but you Mommy. Or Mama...*you* are her mother, no one else.

Kind of hard to feel like it sometimes. He's not getting the point.

He furrows his brow as he thinks about what she's saying, not understanding what she expects with all the time she's spent away from Lily in recent months. He's tempted to tell her that's her fault for not letting them come with her to Texas, for not staying sober and needing to be in rehab but he doesn't. It won't make anything better.

She sighs; frustrated and hurt is not what she'd hoped for with this visit. Finally she stands up, Lily settled on her hip. Let's take a walk...You wanna take a walk with Mama, Lilybug?

Bye-bye Dada. She waves at Lee, causing his eyebrows to shoot up. Oh? I'm not invited?

She smirks a little, nudging Lily's cheek with her chin. Can Dada come with us, baby?

No! She waves at Lee again. Bye-bye.

Lee shakes his head though he stays seated, arms crossed over his chest as he looks at the pair before him. Oh, she is yours, through and through, Abigail.

She does smile then, nodding. I know. Then, to the little girl, You're gonna make Dada sad, Lily...

Lee gives them an exaggerated pout and Lily laughs at him. I don't think she much cares, honey.

Well, Mama says Daddy can come with us. She informs her daughter, eyebrow arched seriously.

Lily lifts a hand to touch the raised brow. Dada bye-bye.

Lee chuckles as he stands up to join them, stretching his somewhat stiff leg as he walks over to Abby. Lead the way, Mama.

Abby catches Lily's hand and kisses it, then nods at Lee as she leads the way out of the multi-purpose room. She notices Lee's stretching. How's the leg?

Healing. He shrugs. Looks terrible. Good thing I'm not vain.

Is it feeling okay? She presses, never having seen the wound at all.

He nods as he self consciously brushes a hand over his thigh. Sore most of the time, stiff a lot. Animal bites are slow to heal, you know. And I'm not doing myself any favors by being on my feet in the OR all day. It's fine. I'll be fine.

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