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At the supermarket we finished up with our selections.
"You got strawberry yogurt? I'll have some of that when we get home," Stacy said as she took the yogurt carton and placed it in the shopping basket.
"You could always buy yours," I suggested.
"Nope, yours will taste better and be enough for the three of us," she explained.
"Nice try," I smirked, "but I'll allow it."
"Of course you would," she mocked and got on her toes to kiss me.
PDA was gradually becoming our thing. No one seemed to mind, and we weren't doing anything beyond kissing.
"What…what are you doing Ethan?" a familiar voice asked.
As I turned to look at her, the flash of golden hair almost reminded me of my first time falling completely for someone and getting used. Luckily, it wasn't who I thought it was. But it was a familiar face; one I hadn't seen in a year.
"Natasha is that you?" I asked.
"What do you mean, 'Is that you'?"she asked with a frown.
"What's going on, do you know her?" Stacy asked.
A year might have passed, but the Gabrielle issue was still fresh in her mind. Luckily for me, I hadn't done anything with Natasha. I couldn't. Her hair reminded me of Emilia, so I was kind of distant a little from her in med school.
"Natasha, is everything alright?" I asked.
"Your eyes…why are your eyes like that?" she asked as she took a step closer.
Her green eyes showed horror. I wasn't fazed. Something must have happened, and it involved me in one way or the other. I hadn't seen her in a year, so I couldn't figure out what I had done.
"My eyes? They've always been like this," I replied as I pointed at them.
She stood in front of me, scanning my face like she was looking for something.
"Oh, my God…" she said softly. "Are you Ethan?"
"The one and only," I said with a shrug. "We went to pool parties in medical school."
"Pool parties…" she repeated and her eyes widened. "Can I see the side of your stomach?"
Oh, now I know what's going on.
"Excuse me?" Stacy frowned.
"It's alright, sweetie," I assured her as I lifted my shirt and showed her the tattoo of a scalpel on my side.
"Oh, my God," she said as she planted her hand against her forehead, almost staggering.
"Should I call him?" I asked.
"No…no it's fine," she replied, then turned to Stacy. "You're…"
"His wife," Stacy replied, still a little sceptical of the woman who had asked to look at my bare stomach.
"I'm so sorry for all this," Natasha apologized and noticed Jason who had been trying to wave at her. She smiled and remarked, "You have a beautiful son."
