"I'm thirsty," at last I heard his voice.
His voice was hoarse but still pleasing to the ears. Right away, I strode up and went to get water for him. Closing the door behind me, I heard General Rossini booming laughter. I frowned hearing him laugh. How could he laugh when the President was lying on the bed because of his injury?As I came back, a solemn atmosphere enveloped the room. Cautiously, I walked towards the bed and placed the tray on the nightstand. I poured water in the glass before helping the president to sit up. I couldn't see the president's reaction but I could feel his warm breath on my neck as I helped him sit and propped his back with pillows. I reached out for the glass of water and handed it to the president. He didn't lift his hand to take it from me and just stared at me. I smiled faintly, knowing what he meant and lifted the cup to his mouth. I couldn't complain to him. After all, he's our beloved president and he's my patient. My heart jumped when I saw his piercing gray eyes were trained at me. I was flustered by the way he looked at me, resulting in my hands shaking. Because of this he choked from the water and coughed. "I'm sorry, Mr. President," I said in panic while putting the cup on the nightstand and took a napkin to wipe his soaked hospital gown. He held my wrist as I dried his chest with the napkin. Confused, I looked at him. But I noted the temperature of his hand. It was hot. "Enough," he said coldly. My heart trembled, thinking that I had offended him. I withdrew my hand and took the thermometer to check his temperature. Again, I was bewildered. He has no fever but his hand was hot. I swallowed. This was my first time encountering something like this. What was this? "Ahem," General Rossini cleared his throat, snapping me away from my thoughts. I stood up and looked at him, waiting for him to speak. "Captain Smith, you will personally prepare the President's food while he stays here to recuperate," his words made me smile. I was amused. I'm not only his doctor but his personal chef. Somehow, I felt I would become the president's nanny. "And the president does not like his body, sticky and stinky. So you need to help him clean his body," he added, confirming my hunch. I wanted to retort. But I am a soldier. The night I forgot that I was a soldier and snapped at the president was embarrassing. I would never allow myself to be humiliated again. Anyway, it wasn't my first time seeing a male body. I'm a medical doctor. A surgeon. "Yes,sir," I answered resolutely. "I really don't have a problem speaking to a smart person like you, Captain Smith," General Rossini praised me again. "Thank you, sir," I want to shake my head and laugh but knowing that we aren't alone, I can't treat my superior casually. I have to respect him. I checked my wrist watch and it was about time to cook dinner for the president. Slowly, I turned to the president and I was surprised that he was already looking at me. But, I never paid attention to it and opened my mouth to speak. "Mr. President, do you have any food allergies?" I have to be careful with what I prepare.It would cost my head if I served him food that he was allergic with. "I don't," was his curt answer but I wasn't petty enough to hold a grudge with the kind of reaction he has toward me and just smiled. "What do you prefer for dinner, Mr. President?" I asked again. He might not have a food allergy but thinking about what food to prepare is the real challenge now. "Anything would do," he answered without averting his gaze from me.There was no evident trace of emotion on his face to guess what he thought or felt talking to me. But, judging from his cold and impatient tone, he doesn't want to talk to me. "Please, excuse me," I said. I stepped backward before turning to leave. I prepared a meal for an injured patient like him. I was glad that he has no food allergy and that anything would be fine for him. It would be really hard for me if he has a food allergy or was a picky eater. However, he's the president of the nation. I have to give my best. My nana taught me how to cook and I could cook well but I am not a professional chef. This gave me a headache. Normally, it would only take me 30 minutes to one hour to prepare a meal. This time, it took me two hours just for his meal alone.Andrea Wilkin’s POV The garden was filled with laughter as my kids, my siblings' kids and cousins' kids were running about the garden. Today is my dad’s sixtieth birthday. My siblings and I organized this surprise birthday party for him. “Are they coming?” My brother Austin asked while cradling his third child. “Yes, mom sent me a text an hour ago that they’re preparing,” I replied. “Kirsten is blessed to have you, Austin,” I said, smiling. Austin and Nicholas are like our dad, they are hands on dad. My phone rang as Austin was about to respond. Before I answered the call, I signaled at everyone to keep quiet and they cooperated, not wanting to ruin the surprise. “Mom?” I whispered. “Andrea, your dad is asking me where we are going and the reason we are going out. What should I tell him?” I chuckled. It’s really hard for mom because dad could see through her. It’s really hard to surprise him. “Just tell him that you wanted to have a date with him,” I suggested.
“Congratulations!” Evan gave me a manly tap on the shoulder. Tara had just finished feeding our baby and laid her on the baby cot when he and Trixie came in. “Oh, so beautiful,” Trixie cooed. “What is her name?” Evan asked while looking at my sleeping daughter. “Andrea,” Tara answered and I looked at her in surprise. “You don’t like it?” she squinted her eyes. “I’m happy, babe,” I hugged her, smiling from ear to ear. Naming our daughter after my name was one of her ways of showing how much she loves me. This woman truly amazes me. Despite all the pain she has gone through since we got married she always finds ways to express her love for me. She loves me no matter what. ***The following day, the DNA test result was out. The result has proven that Tara was the great granddaughter of Marcus Reinsterd the Duke of Clorgow. Tara’s grandfather released a statement that Tara is his great granddaughter, the daughter of his grandson the son of his son, Lincoln. In his statement, t
I was like a cat on a tin roof waiting for my “great grandpa” which I was going to meet for the first time. “Don’t be nervous, babe. They can’t hurt you,” Andrei reassured me as he kissed the crown of my head and stroked my large belly. “Dad and mom, will be here, shortly,” as soon as he said that we heard hurried steps coming from the entrance of the mansion. Suzanna smiled at me reassuringly as she walked towards us. “All will be fine, darling,” Suzanna said as she stroked my back. Trevor layed a box and a file on the coffee table before me.“The box was what your grandma left for your father, while the file was your father's legal documents.” I looked up at Andrei and his smile gave me the needed strength for me to look into the box. One by one, I took out the content of the box. I took out the diary and read it. March 5[I was disowned and disinherited by my family because I chose to marry Lincoln Reinsterd. But it was worthwhile because we love each other.]June 1[All of
While I was brooding, the door burst open and I saw Courtney come in while the bodyguard was restraining her. I waved my hand, “Let her be.” “What are you doing here?” I tried not to let my annoyance seep through my voice. This woman saved me after all. “Mr. Hendrick, your surgeon is my friend and he discussed your leg injury with me.”“And?” I frowned. What does she have to do with my injury? “You didn’t look at the card I gave you?” she asked and her eyes darted at the side table. “I’m a physiotherapist,” she went on. She explained to me that I will have a greater chance to walk again if I undergo therapy. Tara’ POV“You can visit me, mom,” I told mom as she was crying when we were left alone in the room. She nodded and wiped her face with her handkerchief. “You take care of yourself, okay,” she said and kissed my forehead. “I will,” I said and we hugged for I don’t know how long. My brothers were in the living room looking solemn as they stood before the grand piano.
Jordan was at the door. “We are all waiting for you at the dining room,” he said and gave me a mischievous grin. I forgot, it’s Saturday today. When I came to Astrana, we all gathered together at the dining table at lunch time on Saturdays. Jordan was right as everybody was seated on their chair at the dining table when we came down. “Sorry for making you wait,” I said as Andrei drew a seat for me. “It’s alright,” Trevor answered, smiling at me. The sparkle in his eyes was more brilliant at this time. Is this because he was seeing his best friend in me? Suzanna told me that my biological dad was his best friend. One by one I looked at the faces of people I love as we were having lunch. My heart was filled with gratitude that I was blessed by God to have been surrounded by people I love and love me too. ***The day before we were leaving, I was hugging Andrei from behind as he was shaving his face. “Babe, we are leaving tomorrow night and I haven’t visited Hendrick in the hosp
I used my eyes to plead to Andrei and let me go to the hospital. Yes, I don’t see Hendrick as a lover, but he is my friend and I can’t just ignore him knowing that he is now in the hospital. “Let’s go,” Andrei said and I was relieved. I hugged him and said, “Thank you, babe.” “Get Johnny to drive for you,” mom said. Andrei embraced me as we traveled as I was tense. “Don’t get agitated. Think about our child.” “Mm,” I nodded and silently prayed that Hedrick would be fine and the surgery would go well. There was a woman who was waiting in the corridor in front of the surgery room. She might have heard our hurried steps and turned toward us. I was stunned as she was beautiful. My heart suddenly leaped with excitement. Finally, the one for Hendrick showed up. “Are you the girlfriend?” she asked when I was near her. Andrei slid his arm around my waist, silently telling her that she’s got it wrong.“I’m sorry, I thought you were because he has been calling your name. So I called