This best part of waking up (Oliver)

[EMILIE GRACE BENNETT]

Outfit- www.polyvore.com/untitled/set?id=11614697

These papers needed to be graded, and sitting around at home was not going to help the situation. To many distractions around her little apartment. The televison, her stereo system, and her dog. No, that simply won't do! Slowly, Emilee got herself out of bed, and took her dog outside. She yawned and stretched as she waited for him to do what he needed to do. While she was outside, she looked around and thought of a good place to go and grade papers. She walked back inside, got dressed, and grabbed her folders with her papers in them.

She pulled her car up in front of Mae's Cafe, and walked inside. The aroma of coffee hit her nose right away, and she smiled. The bell above the door rang her presence as she walked in, and the owner Ms. Mae walked to the counter with a hot pot of coffee. She gave Emilee a warm smile and greeted her, " Take any seat you want dear, I'll be with you in a just a minute," she said and heard the little bell chime for another order. Emilee adjusted the strap on her shoulder, and walked to her favorite booth, and sat down. Getting herself comfortable, she pulled out her papers and went searching for her pen. Ms. Mea walked over to her with a hot cup of coffee, and took her order. Time to grade!

[OLIVER BARTHOLOMEW TRENT]

OUTFIT

Being a single dad with a public school teacher's salary, was no easy feat. He couldn't afford a babysitter all the time. He'd done some work at home, but once Mikey was up, he knew he couldn't get much done. So he took his son out for pancakes. The diner had speciality placemats that had all kinds of little activities one could do with crayons. Hopefully food and crayons would distract the four year old long enough for him to finish grading his tests.

They scooted into a booth, Mikey got pancakes, Oliver got eggs and bacon. He ate quickly and then pulled out his papers, Mikey eating and scribbling away with his napkin turned into his shirt.

So far so good.

Oliver kept working, checking on his son occasionally to make sure all was well. Mikey walked his fingers along the table and then along the back of the booth, which meant he was facing the booth behind him. He smiled, recognizing the woman's. "Hiya." He said with a smile. "You know my daddy right?" Mikey said pointing back at Oliver.

[EMILIE GRACE BENNETT]

Emilee chewed on the end of the red pen as her eyes scanned down the papers that she was grading. A slash here, a few commas there, but for the most part the students were grasping the concept of writing a proper. They would do Chaucer proud to say the least. She looked at the folder and sighed. She's going to be here for a while. Focus Em Focus!! She wiggled the pen in between her fingers, and finished reading the paper. Quick and painless. She cleared her throat and drank some of the water that sat a few inches away from her paperwork. Wouldn't want a terrible accident to happen.

Mae brought her by her order. She normally got the same thing, which was one of Mae's signature omelettes with a small plate of home fries. She sunk her fork into the fresh omelette and watched the steam escape. She took one bite and smiled. Oh that was good, and small sound of satisfaction escaped her lips. She put her fork down and went back to hold her pen again to continue grading. She heard the sound of a little boy's voice, and looked up seeing the moppy head of a little boy right in front of her. She gave him a little smile and greeted him. She looked over him, and saw Oliver. She gave him a little wave and said, " I do know your father. How are you two today?" she asked and drank some coffee.

[OLIVER BARTHOLOMEW TRENT]

Mikey smiled, "Daddy's got work, right daddy?" Mikey asked, putting a finger to his lips to make a shhh sound, a usual gesture for a working Oliver.

Oliver looked up, "Hm?" He had been so buried in his work--this kid's math was all wrong. "Yes, I'm working buddy. Hey Em." Oliver said with a smile, recognizing the woman beyond Mikey's head. It looked like Emilie was working on papers too, ah the life of a teacher. Always so much to grade. Oliver liked to be prompt, which wasn't always possible, but he hated waiting as a student, so he tried to be good to his word.

Mikey plopped down into his seat again and started eating his pancakes again. He started to pour on syrup, and Oliver had to catch it before Mikey's food started to swim.

"How are you this morning?" He asked to be friendly, but it seemed both of them had work to do.

[EMILIE GRACE BENNETT]

Emilee gave him a little smile and put her pen down. She gave Mikey a smile and tried to stifle a yawn. " I'm doing good this morning, just trying to get these papers graded so I can enjoy the rest of my weekend. I see you're in the same boat as me," she commented seeing the stack of paper work he had in front of him as well. She managed to get through four papers since she got to Mae's and she still had fourteen left. That was just from one class, don't even get her started on how many more left that she had.

" I better get back to these papers. I see you're busy yourself," she sort of laughed seeing Mikey drown his pancakes in syrup. Okay, time to focus again. She took another bite of her omelette as Mae was coming by to top off her coffee. She looked at Oliver and then Emilee and nudged her. Emilee looked up and Mae wiggled her eyebrows, and she knew what she meant. Really Mae? She shook her head and went back to grading the papers that never seem to stop coming.

[OLIVER BARTHOLOMEW TRENT]

Oliver nodded in understanding, "Yeah, a teacher's work is never done," He chuckled, understanding wanting to get things done in time for the weekend to really be free. Of course, a dad's work was never done either, so basically oliver's life was pretty full. He figured he'd never have time for dating any time soon. Probably for the best, he wanted to give his son everything he needed, and he couldn't if his head was somewhere else. Though, Oliver would be lying if he said he wasn't lonely.

Oliver shrugged. "Yeah, probably. Got a lot of math to check." He said shaking his head. He could do it in his head, and on paper but considering how much he had, he used a calculator. He almost wished he had some sort of TA, but on the other hand, he liked doing his work. He'd never been handed anything so easily, he believed in working for what he got.

Mikey sat and looked at both the adults near him, reading studiously. He peeked at his dad's papers and then peered over the back of the booth at Emilie's papers. "Yours have no numbers." He pointed out, confused.

[EMILIE GRACE BENNETT]

Emilee was still looking down at her papers and she smiled, " If we didn't always have to grade papers what would we do with ourselves, right," she commented. She turned the page on a paper, and drank some more coffee. She finally finished a stack of papers for one class. We are on a roll now!

She started on another paper, and didn't notice that there was someone watching over her shoulder. She heard Mikey's voice, and she looked up. " Your dad teaches math, and I teach English. So our work loads are different. See," she said and showed him one of her papers.

[OLIVER BARTHOLOMEW TRENT]

Oliver laughed and shrugged. If he had time he'd spend more time with Mikey, maybe take him on day trips to Atlanta more often; he'd fix up his old motorcycle and occasionally go out on dates. But he knew what she meant, work gave him direction, purpose.

Mikey nodded at her words, squinting at the paper she held up. "I can't read, I'm just a little guy." He said shaking his head and shrugging, holding up his hands as he did so. "But I do know my numbers don't I daddy?" Mikey asked, turning to his father, his hero.

Oliver smiled. "You sure do buddy, now why don't we let the lady work, okay?" He suggested. It was one thing for Mikey to slow him down, but he didn't need to impinge upon Emilie's time too. Even if it let Oliver get more done.