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I hope he leaves a mark.
"Where does it hurt. Tell me, Rita."
"Between my legs. I think you should go down there and clean my wound." I bit my lip and threw him a little shy smile. "And since we're doing this whole doctor-patient roleplay thing, maybe you could be a dom and drag me to the bed by my hair. I get greedy when I'm manhandled."
To say James was perplexed with my request was the understatement of the year.
But he did it anyway.
The next couple of days passed with no other mention about the name-bomb, and I was conflicted about it. Although, I was grateful for the peace of mind I got from not dissecting it, and James insisted it was fine, but if he was so ok with it, why didn’t I get the usual inquisition about my health?
And he was game for all my cravings. All of them. Before he left for work that morning, I woke up to the slap of his shaft on my chest. It was awesome; our sex was always awesome, but he was usually careful with me. I hoped it was not some overcompensation for my dumb mistakes.
I made myself a huge cup of coffee in my new cafetera that replaced that dumb Nespresso machine and tried to do some watercolor painting, but nothing good turned out, so I took Chelsea out in the yard, and the most adorable thing happened. She put her little hands in the colors and made pink and yellow prints all over the boring dead nature I was working on.
"Look at my little Frida Kahlo. Baby, you are a natural; we are so framing this for daddy." She slapped the page again and made it more beautiful. "That's it, we're going to a supply store and straight to the hospital to drop this off."
I was looking forward to seeing Chicago Mercy General, a place where my man became something very similar to a God. Two hours and a few Uber rides later, we pulled into the parking lot. The supply store turned into a shopping spree in quite a few stores because the clerk who sold me the frame for the drawing gave me a little idea: I should illustrate a story book for Chelsea. We went to the bookstore and picked a nice story that I could draw, then we went for some more colors and hard paper that I could laminate later.
I unfolded the stroller and gave Chelsea her pacifier to keep her happy, although a hospital could be the perfect place to let her scream her lungs out and blow off some steam. Did babies need to blow off steam?
Walking past the glass doors, we stepped into this fancy lobby-like foyer. Oh, so it's one of those hospitals, with white, shiny furniture and cushioned chairs in the waiting room. I pushed the stroller to the big desk that had ‘information’ written on it and found a rabbit-like girl behind it, with her cute nose buried in a computer screen.
"Excuse me," I said, and she jumped up in her chair.
"Yes, I'm so sorry. I was reading this thrilling article about a new laparoscopic appendectomy and... I’m sorry. I'm just a med student." She was freaking out, and her oversized glasses were slowly sliding off her rabbity nose.
"A very eager one, I see, if you're studying while working. Good, hit those books. I'm looking for Dr. Sullivan."
"One second." She tapped rapidly on the keyboard and snapped her fingers like she just had a big win. "Yes, I figured out how to work this system. Umm, I mean, Dr. Sullivan is on call today," Really? "and he can be found in his office or in the ER. We just had a trauma coming in so he might be consulting there. What's the name of your appointment?"
"I don't have an appointment with him."
"Oh, then I don't know if you can go up. Dr. Sullivan only takes pre-scheduled calls or emergencies."
I didn’t think we'd have a problem.
"He'll see me anyway."
"Oh, I don't think..."
Yeah, no, I was not the kind of person to have patience for this.
"Look, sweets, you seem to be a nice girl. For sure you're not going to let a baby wait here and get no attention," I said and pointed to Chelsea, who was stretching her arms. I was not a bad mom. I never said she's sick. What I said was that she needed her daddy's attention. And I needed my daddy's attention.
"I can put an emergency call for you; let me just pull up his patient data base. Can I have your name?"
"No, because I am not in his data base."
I thought.
"Oh, then I can't do anything. I can give you the number for his office, and you can call in an appointment."
No, this was not gonna work.
"Oh, come on, little girl, our patients are our priority. There is no need to keep such a beautiful woman waiting just because of a paperwork mishap."
Startled by the deep voice, I turned to find a man watching - or preying - over me with a sleek smile on his face. A strike of his dirty blonde hair was dripping over his eyes in an attempt to look rogue, but his pretty boy face was not helping.
