Freshly showered, I came out of the bathroom and sat on the couch.
"You can rest now, Captain Smith," he told me with a cool voice. "Mr. President, my room is not equipped like the hospital. There's no button that you could press whenever you need something," I answered him which made him look at me with surprise. "The guards are just outside and standing guard at the door and I can easily call them if I need something," he replied, implying that there's no need for me to stay. I shook my head to deny him. "I'm sorry, Mr. President for not obeying this time. I have to make sure you don't run a fever tonight." Frowning, he said, "Are you sure, it's just okay with you?" "Don't worry, Mr. President. I'm used to it," I answered with a light chuckle. He probably forgot that I was a doctor. He was about to lie down and I heard him whimper. I rushed toward the bed. "Careful, Mr. President."I helped him lay down on the bed. The grimace of pain on his face was still there after he laid down on the bed. "Mr. President, your wound is still fresh and you should be careful when moving," I lifted his hospital gown to see if his wound was bleeding. I caught the shock on his face when I lifted his hospital gown. But brushed it off as I have to check his injury. "Good thing it didn't bleed," I pulled down his hospital gown right after making sure his injury didn't bleed. I continued to speak when he was silent. "Please, have patience, Mr. President. I promise to make it possible for you to be able to move freely in three days and be back to the capital in under two weeks." He didn't say a word and just closed his eyes. "Good night, Mr. President," I said and switched off the lights only leaving the wall lamp beside the coach but made it dim. I took my McBook and opened my e-mail. General Rossini had e - mailed me the president's medical history so I could plan his diet. The president is in pretty good shape. He rarely got sick. Making a diet plan for his fast recovery wouldn't be that hard. Planning the president's diet took me three hours. By the time I finished planning, my neck and back were a little stiff, so I rubbed my neck and stood to stretch my stiff back. Quitely, I approached the bed and checked his temperature. Having a fever would mean that his injury got infected, I heaved a sigh of relief when his temperature indicated that he has no fever. Taking care of the head of state isn't something I could take lightly. Even when tending to an ordinary person I had always been conscientious. Andrei's POVSleep evaded me because of her presence in the room. As if being bewitched, I stared at her while she busily types on the keyboard. The way she arched her brows whenever she stopped and thought for a while before typing again fascinated me. She rubbed her neck and stretched. She put her arms upward and her top went up almost to her mid torso. Her waist was so small and the curve of her hips was alluring. I didn't notice that she was wearing a blouse and a hipster. She has a beautiful body Incredulity spread across my heart as I found myself staring at the woman for the entire three hours. Not even Stella made me this way, even when I was head over heels for her.I closed my eyes when she headed towards the bed and pretended to be asleep. She took my temperature, after which she went back to the couch.Tara's POV All through the night, I went back and forth to the bed and the couch to check on the president's temperature. When I laid on the couch, I didn't know when I drifted to sleep. Bursting sun rays lit the horizon at the time I opened my eyes. Quite energetic, despite my lack of sleep, I approached the president with light footsteps so I wouldn't disturb him. I broke into a smile as he hadn't developed a fever. I'm not fond of wasting time, so I rushed to the bathroom and had a quick shower before heading to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the president. Tiptoeing, I entered the room, but I felt like a thief that was caught red handed when our eyes collided. As quick witted as I am, I was able to pull myself together right away and greeted him cheerfully, "Good morning, Mr. President." "Morning," he answered back, his face and voice devoid of warmth. His lack of warmth had not in the least offended me. Appreciated or not, I am here to do my duty to the head of state. This is my responsibility as a citizen of Narani. I went out to push in the food trolley with his breakfast. Expecting that he would be able to eat by himself, I placed the food in front of him and turned to leave. "Feed me," his low and cold voice sounded from my back. My lips twitched and I smiled faintly before returning to my calm facade.I turned to him and approached the bed and did as he ordered. Knowing that he was a neat freak, after feeding him, I led him to the bathroom and left him there.For me not to appear like a nagging wife, I refrain from reminding him to be careful with his injury. With his intellect, I know he knew what he should do and shouldn't be doing. While I was cleaning his upper body, out of the blue he asked me, "Do you have a boyfriend?"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