Keep Your Eyes Wide Open, Your Tools in Your Belt, Indysaur, PG-13

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Fandom: FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS
Pairing: Tami Taylor/Eric Taylor
Length: 3000
Author on LJ: indysaur
Author Website: fic tag
Why this must be read: Other than the symmetry of my starting and ending my fic recs with Coach/Mrs.Coach? [really, I'm a geek like that] You can hear the character voices, you can see each and every setting, the detail is exquisite. This fic is just about perfect and it deserves a read.

I've got one more rec to go this month, for the drive-in -- I hope you've found something new to read, something that made you laugh or cry or flap your hands and yell out, "yes, that's it!" because all of these fics have moved me in some way or another and I wanted to share that with you.



"Hi, honey."

Eric's silhouette pauses, and his head pokes out past the shower curtain, hair wet and smattered against his forehead. "Hi, sweetheart," and then he's back in the shower, scrubbing away.

Tami puts down the toilet seat, eyes just barely rolling, then the lid, and takes a seat.

"What's on your mind? How was your day?"

Tami smiles wearily. "I'm a substitute teacher, honey, how do you think my day was?"

"Quiet and respectful."

Tami laughs. "Not exactly, no."

"Where was it you were at today? South Garland?"

"Yes, sir."

"That's the problem right there. Got no discipline, Coach lets his boys run hog wild. Tell you what, boys need a firm hand, and that's a hard job to get paid for, but that's why--"

"You do know that there are more students at that school than the football players."

Eric chuckles darkly. "Sweetheart, all you need to know about a high school you can find out through its football team."

Tami rolls her eyes, hand curling low over her stomach. "Football is not the earth and skies, honey. It's a game. Just--"

"Uh uh uh." She can see him shaking his head. "Might be a game, but not just one." Tone goes taut with earlier anxiety. "As unfortunate as the case may be."

Tami stays quiet, trailing her fingers through the shag of the toilet seat cover. Thing is, she's not sure if she should hope for a boy or a girl: built by football or shaped around it.



Keep Your Eyes Wide Open, Your Tools in Your Belt