Original: Call from School
Title: Call from School
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Nora, Jacob, and a school secretary
Rating: G
Summary: At least no one was in trouble... this time...
Warning: same 'verse as The Waitress *Written for Yes, Mother at writerverse.
Disclaimer: Everything about this one is MINE, ALL MINE. Mwahaha!!
Nora glanced away from her computer screen when the phone rang. Seeing the school name on the display, her brow tightened. "Mother of the Triple Menace," she replied, expecting it to be one of three people in the office.
"Hold for Jacob, please," came the response. The sound of a handset exchanging hands could be heard, and her breath held for a moment, wondering what prompted the call.
"Mommy. I need new shoes." Nora let out the breath she was holding and managed a smile. "Please."
"What happened, J?" she asked, pushing away from the desk and moving into the hallway.
"I was in gym and I was running my laps and there was a funny feeling in my foot and then my sock was on the floor."
"You fell out of your socks?" she asked in a shocked tone, clearing the top of the stairs.
"No. The bottom of my shoe was gone."
Nora turned into her oldest son's room and made a face. "I thought you cleaned your room," she sighed, tossing a shirt to one side as she picked up one tennis shoe.
"Mom," he huffed. "Please bring me shoes."
"I will, Jake. I just have to find the other one, first."
There was silence for a moment, and then she heard: "It's under my desk."
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Nora, Jacob, and a school secretary
Rating: G
Summary: At least no one was in trouble... this time...
Warning: same 'verse as The Waitress *Written for Yes, Mother at writerverse.
Disclaimer: Everything about this one is MINE, ALL MINE. Mwahaha!!
Nora glanced away from her computer screen when the phone rang. Seeing the school name on the display, her brow tightened. "Mother of the Triple Menace," she replied, expecting it to be one of three people in the office.
"Hold for Jacob, please," came the response. The sound of a handset exchanging hands could be heard, and her breath held for a moment, wondering what prompted the call.
"Mommy. I need new shoes." Nora let out the breath she was holding and managed a smile. "Please."
"What happened, J?" she asked, pushing away from the desk and moving into the hallway.
"I was in gym and I was running my laps and there was a funny feeling in my foot and then my sock was on the floor."
"You fell out of your socks?" she asked in a shocked tone, clearing the top of the stairs.
"No. The bottom of my shoe was gone."
Nora turned into her oldest son's room and made a face. "I thought you cleaned your room," she sighed, tossing a shirt to one side as she picked up one tennis shoe.
"Mom," he huffed. "Please bring me shoes."
"I will, Jake. I just have to find the other one, first."
There was silence for a moment, and then she heard: "It's under my desk."