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“What do you say, Hays?” Dyne and his twin look at each other and talk in that silent twin talk I’ve heard so much about. Finally, Hays nods, and I stand up.
“Okay, I’ll get it ordered.”
I move from the room with Trevor following behind me. His hand is at the small of my back, and I can feel the heat of it through my clothes and lab coat.
Gritting my teeth, I turn my head slightly. “Let me go now, Trevor.” His hand drops, and I move to the sink to wash my hands. “You are supposed to ignore me,” I tell him. “I’ll go with him to MRI, but I won’t be able to treat him.”
“Bullshit.” His voice raises, and he advances on me. I look around and see we are attracting attention. I nod so that Sawyer knows I’m okay. Trevor reaches for my arm, but I step back.
“Don’t touch me.” My voice is laced with venom. “I won’t jeopardize my license by treating your son and being what we are to each other.”
He moves again and is standing over me.
“Syn, don’t deny what we are. For a month we’ve given each other many orgasms. I’ve fucked you so hard I thought my eyes were going to cross, and I know yours did.” His crude words cause my heart to beat faster, but I won’t do that here.
“My name isDr.St. James.” I spit out.
“Well, Dr. St. James, Syn, what is it?”
I look around again and see my mother being directed by a nurse to Hayden’s room. She looks over at me, and Bas stops when he sees the man standing over me. I watch as fear crosses his face. I won’t have this affect my son.
“Red,” I say, and move away from Trevor. I nod to my mother and give Bas a small smile before I go behind the nurses’ station.
* * *
Trevor
For the second time she has stunned me. I was shocked to see her when she turned around in the exam room. But for her to say her safe word again while outside of the club can only mean one thing. One thing I don’t want to think about right now. I move toward my son’s room and see Cynthia and Bas standing there.
I met Cynthia and her grandson, Bas, at the first hockey game. It all clicks into place then. The mom who was on call. The mom who was missed but called several times and even video chatted with him before a game. The mom I haven’t met. My Syn is actually Emersyn St. James. Dr. Emersyn St. James, the new pediatric orthopedic surgeon. I’ve heard many stories about her but haven’t gotten to meet her in person, or so I thought I hadn’t.
“Why were you mad at my mom?” Bas asks me, and I see her in his eyes. I see the nose and fuller lips. Shit.
“I wasn’t mad at your mom. We were discussing what they are going to do with Hays,” I lie, and he knows it.
“My dad used to stand over her like that. He said he’d hurt her.” He drops the bomb in the room and Cynthia pauses.
“Sebastian, what did you say?”
“He said he’d hurt her. I told him he couldn’t, so he pushed me. He told me that if I thought I was man enough to dish it out, I was man enough to take it.” His voice is quiet but loud enough for his mother to hear.
“Bas, that’s what happened?” Emersyn moves toward him. I smell her spring floral scent as she moves past me and takes her son in her arms.
"Mom, not in front of the guys.” Bas pulls away, and I cover my smile by pulling my lips in.
“They’re ready for you now, Hays.” A tech steps into the room pushing a wheelchair.
I lift Hays and help him into the chair, then I walk with them to the MRI room. While the techs get Hayden arranged on the table, I turn to Emersyn in the control room.
“I need you to take care of him. You’re the best here.” My words are just above a whisper, and I watch her full lips purse together. I want to kiss the shit out of them, but she called red and I can’t do that.
“I can’t be his physician and be with you.” She turns to look at me, and I see the hurt in her eyes. She turns away from me.
“We are ready.” The technician moves toward us. “Can you please wait in the hall, Trevor?” he asks.
I step out into the hall to wait. I don’t know what to do right now. My son is hurt. He needs the best care, and that’s her, but I also don’t want to be without her. I come to the only decision there is.
By the time they are finished, I’ve paced and anxiously ran through every moment I’ve had with Syn. It’s all I can do. My boys are my priority. She walks on the other side of the wheelchair, holding his hand. I see the slight tear tracks on his face. He’s hurting, and I want to take away the pain. I’ve had to be both a father and mother to them all.
