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"There are other ways of showing it… Like not trying to control everything in my life."
His jaw tics. "I’m trying, Belle, I swear. I’m trying to be the kind of man you’d be proud to call your husband, but I'm a little short on practice and—"
"What seems to be the problem here?" A man bustles in. He’s tall and broad-shouldered and is wearing a tux.
"Wes." Edward jerks his chin.
"You do realize I’m a heart specialist." The man stares at my husband.
"You’re a doctor. I trust you. End of story." Ed sets his jaw.
"You’re a heart specialist?" I blink.
"A cardiologist," he confirms.
"There’s nothing wrong with my heart."
"Of course, there isn’t. My friends prefer I take on the role of family doctor, when it comes to their loved ones." He gives a long-suffering sigh. "And I can’t refuse. It’s almost routine they call me whenever I’m at a social occasion. So much so, I never leave without carrying everything I need to attend to these house calls.”
"I’m so sorry he pulled you away from whatever event you were at." I gesture to his tux.
"I don’t mind, and I know the only way to put this wanker’s mind at rest is if I examine you quickly." He places his bag on the floor, pulls up a chair, then reaches for my wrist and takes my pulse.
"Uh, I fainted," I offer.
Ed interjects with, "She collapsed and was out for a few seconds, and—"
The doctor glares at him. "I’m talking to my patient."
"And she’s my wife," he snaps.
"And if you want to see her well and on her feet again, you’ll let me have a conversation with her," the doctor says in a steely voice.
To my shock, Ed lapses into silence.
I stare at the doctor with respect. "I’m Mira."
"Dr. Weston Kincaid." He half smiles. "Let’s look at your throat." He does a quick examination, then reaches for his bag and pulls out a thermometer.
He takes my temperature, then makes ahmmnoise.Gosh, I hate it when they do that. Like they know something you don’t. Which they do. But does that make me nervous? It does.
My nervousness must communicate itself to Eddie, for his arms around me tighten. "You’re going to be okay," he whispers.
"Yes, she will. Her tonsils are enlarged, and the lining of her throat shows signs of redness. She probably has a strep infection," the doctor declares.
“A strep infection?” Eddie frowns.
"It’s been going around. Some of the children had it; I probably caught it from them." I shrug.
“I need to take a throat swab to confirm it.”
“Go on then, what are you waiting for?” Edward pulls me into his side.
The doc reaches for his bag, then gestures toward us, while looking pointedly at Ed. “If you can give us some space—?”
Edward only holds me closer.
“It’s okay.” I pat his chest. “I’ll be fine.”
