|The Tao of The Candidate and The Paramedic
Author: lilAzIaNpride24 PM
When Peter Mills falls through a floor while on a call for a building fire, how will Dawson's love for Mills change. Will it be for the better or for the worse? How will this affect Casey's chances of getting Dawson? How will Mills' personal life affect his candidacy? Mills/Dawson & Casey/Dawson.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - G. Dawson & P. Mills - Chapters: 10 - Words: 7,891 - Reviews: 23 - Favs: 11 - Follows: 16 - Updated: 02-09-13 - Published: 01-29-13 - Status: Complete - id: 8960454
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Hey guys, what's up. I apologize if my grammar was incorrect in the previous chapter. Please read and review and enjoy~
Disclaimer: I do not own Chicago Fire or any of the characters.
I stood at the stove making dinner for my boyfriend of 2 weeks. He watched me as I stirred the caramelized onions in the pan.
"You look sexy like that." He said to me.
I turned to face him. "Really?" I asked him teasingly.
"Really." He stood up and walked around the island counter over to me.
He nuzzled his face into my neck as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I stood there stirring and I started to remember how Peter would never watch me cook because of our game. Well not never, but most of the time. I loved it though. He would always try and guess the ingredients of what went into my dish and every single time he would get it right. I loved his smile and laugh when I said he was correct. He would jump out of the seat and swoop me into a big kiss and start becoming cocky.
I smiled at the thought and it wasn't until the smell of burning onions dragged me back to reality.
"Oh my god!" I was startled. I stood back as my new firefighter boyfriend used the fire extinguisher to put out the fire.
"I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking straight." I apologized.
"It's okay." He said softly as he sprayed the fire extinguisher once more just in case.
The doorbell rang throughout the house. I grabbed a rag off the kitchen counter and headed toward the door as I wiped my hands off with the rag.
"Peter." I was speechless.
"I'm sorry Gabby. I really am. I just can't do it anymore. I can't pretend like I don't care. I want you back. I miss you so much Gabby.
"Peter, I can't do this anymore. You missed your chance." I told him.
"Please, Gabby. Please." He pleaded as he tightened his grip around his jacket. "Gabby, I love you. I need you."
"Hey Dawson who's at the door?" I heard Casey exclaim.
Before I knew it, he was at my side with his own rag thrown over his shoulder.
"Oh, hi Mills. What are you doing here?" Casey asked him curiously.
"Just needed to talk to Dawson, Lieutenant. I see you have company Gabriela. I'm sorry to intrude, I'll be going now." Peter lowered his head and walked back down the hallway.
"Wait! Peter!" I ran up to him and grabbed him by the wrist and spun him around and tightened my grip on him.
"I don't want to let you go again. I love you too Peter." I said to him as I tiptoed my way up to his lips and have him a gentle kiss. "I really do love you."
Then I woke up. What I have thought to be my most amazing experience turned out to be a freaking dream.
I draped my arm across the other side of the bed to find an empty spot next to me and remembered Peter wasn't there anymore. I sighed and tried to go back to sleep. It was only 4 in the morning.
I twisted and turned until I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted Peter back. I sat up and picked up my phone. Then I remembered it was 4 in the morning. He's probably asleep. No, I should call him. But if I call him, I might wake up his whole house. I'll just talk to him at work tomorrow. I thought to myself. I placed my cellphone back onto the nightstand beside me and laid in bed smiling. It was going to be okay. Everything was going to be back to normal. I could kiss him freely again, I could feel his embrace again, I could see his smile and hear his laugh again. Everything would be back to normal and with that thought I fell back asleep.