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"Mhm." I answered, sucking on her bottom lip.
"She's not crying though..." Like she was given a queue, Chelsea screamed as strong as she was able. "That little traitor. I'll go prepare her bottle and fix you some breakfast. How spicy do you like your eggs, I can't remember."
What?
"Non spicy will be perfect for me. I don't eat spicy food, love, it messes up my stomach."
She stopped and looked at me with wide eyes like I just told her that I had a secret foot fetish.
"You...no spice. Like, at all?"
"Nope, not my favorite thing in the world."
"But all I know how to cook is spicy. How can you not love my spicy read beans and rice recipe? Everyone in the neighborhood would come to my house when my mom cooked it. It's delicious, dude."
"Well, dude," I said with a smile. It was nice to discover parts of her. "I never had the honor of being served that, but if you want to make it for me, even if it will give me heartburn from hell, I'd love to taste it. And we usually order dinner."
"We'll do that; it will be phase one of your spicy food training. You can't have a Cuban wife and eat only tasteless crap."
"I don't think we can train my stomach to ingest condiments that screw up my bio flora balance."
"Oh, but we will, doctor, or we'll die trying."
She gave me another rushed kiss on my cheek and sprinted happily out the door.
For nine days, we’d been living a domestic fairytale. I discovered every single reason why I fell in love with this man - the way he woke up very early in the morning only to slack in bed for another half hour holding me to his chest; the love he showed for Chelsea; how he read those boring scientific articles and rubbed his chin, totally absorbed in his work. Everything he did was either sexy or gave me pleasure. How could someone not love that?
I woke up every day cherished and satisfied; we made new memories on the go. Yesterday, Chelsea pushed herself up, helping herself on the edge of the coffee table. James took a million pictures while I cried like an idiot.
No matter how good life was, I wished I'd get back that missing part of me. I wanted to know why my mother and father were not here to watch my baby girl take her first steps. What did I do to deserve their wrath? Would I ever talk to them and find out? I hoped so because the other option broke my heart.
James stepped out of the bathroom and found me still naked in the bed, wrapped in the silky sheet.
"Love, you need to start getting ready. The nanny will be here in twenty minutes, and we can go."
"Si, papi, I'll go take a shower and dress up. How pretty do you want me?"
"You look perfect right now."
"I mean, this doctor you're taking me to, you said he's a friend of yours. Do you want me to be extra beautiful so you can parade me around?"
His mouth fell, hanging.
"Dr. Jack Ye was my partner in a series of consults for an experimental study trial a few years ago. He is a top neurology expert, and no, I don't want you parading. I just want him to give the all clear for your injuries."
He was so concerned all the time. I wondered if it was a doctor thing or if I had married my mother? I rolled my eyes and gave him a smile.
"Fine, but why aren't we going to your hospital? You didn't check in for almost a week. Are you sure it's ok to take so much time off?"
"We don't go to Chicago General because I'm the head of neuro, and I can't legally treat you, and yes, I still have a few days to spare. I thought that we could take a tourist day today after the appointment."
"A what?"
"Visit the city like tourists. I realized last night that you don't know crap about Chicago, and that's a shame. We could also go shopping. Your new phone and credit cards are here, and I hate it, but I'll have to return to my patients soon. I have surgeries next week that I can’t push back. This will make me be more at ease when I know you are on your own."
He talked like he'd be deployed to Iraq for the next six months. I almost laughed, although I was still a little pissed that he kept treating me like I was a cripple.
"Whatever you say, James, but I'm pretty sure I'll survive a few hours while you are at work."
