Jack tilts his head and stares at me for a moment. “Are you sure?”I sigh and lean back in my chair. “Yeah, I’m sure. She won’t go away any other way. Show her in.”He pauses and furrows his eyebrows. The room falls silent. An uneasiness gnaws at me, but I ignore it. I raise my eyebrows and motion my head towards the door. “Show her in. I might as well get this over with right now. If I refuse, she will only come back another day.” And probably never leave.Jack stares at me for a few more moments before he shakes his head and turns around. As he walks out of the door, he mumbles something, but I can’t hear what he says. Is there something he forgot to tell me?Moments later, a flurry of footsteps rush towards my office. I take a deep breath. This is it. My fingers wrap around the chair’s armrests while I mentally chant, “This will be the last time you have to see her. You can do it.”Not that I don’t want to tell her to stick it where the sun doesn’t shine, but her f
My eyes widen and then narrow on the beautiful blonde woman almost laying across Mark’s desk. Her beige lace bra is showing, along with her large breasts, with her blouse wide open. Before my brain can function, I quickly grab Casper’s shoulders and whip him around so he can’t see the free show. Mark’s mother steps forward. Her tone is much harsher than the last time. “Tiffany, I asked you a question.” She marches forward and pulls the woman off Mark’s desk. “How dare you come into my son’s office and try to seduce him.”The young woman straightens her skirt and quickly buttons up her blouse while she shakes her head. “I don’t need to seduce him, Mrs. Gold. He is my fiancé.” Did I just hear her right? Did she say….My eyebrows shoot up as I lock my gaze on the hussy. Mark’s mother shakes her head. “What are you talking about, Tiffany? You aren’t engaged to my son. I would know if you are.”My stomach sinks and my heart twists. Did Mark lie to me? I don’t understand.
Evan steps up beside me as I walk through the hospital corridors, heading towards the ER. “Hey, are you sure you are feeling better today? If not, you can go back home. I don’t want to put your health and our patients’ health in danger.”I shake my head. “No. I’m fine. Plus, I need to get out for a bit.”The scenes from yesterday in Mark’s office play in my mind. My stomach churns, but not because of the pregnancy. This time it is churning with a mix of anger and jealousy. How dare the hussy do that to Mark. A part of me is still angry he didn’t do anything to stop her. He has apologized many times, but he has also explained to me she wouldn’t have listened to him. So, he simply backed away from her and tried to avoid her as much as possible. My eye twitches even thinking about it. Evan shakes his head and playfully replies, “Don’t tell me you can’t handle being home a day with Casper. What is going to happen if you get put on bedrest again? I’ve read through your file
I walk into the house with the cookie container in my hand. From what little crumbs I ate, they are good, but I’m on a mission right now. I need to talk to my mother and get to the bottom of this issue with Tiffany. This afternoon, I’ve raked through my brain trying to remember any little thing from our past where something was said regarding my future with Tiffany or her possibly being my wife, but I can’t find anything. My feet pound against the tile floor as I make my way towards the soft giggles and where Casper is and most likely my mother. For once, I don’t let Casper’s sweet voice ease my worries or the tension in my body. I stop in the doorway. Casper is standing on a tall chair next to the counter with a mixing bowl between him and my mother. He moves a wooden spoon around the inside of the bowl as if he is stirring something, but the bowl is empty. More sweet giggles fill the air as I stand frozen and admire the view. For a brief second, I contemplate ignoring the
I tilt my head and stare at the two most important people in my life, my husband and Casper. After a few minutes, when I don’t get a response, I ask again. “Why was Evan calling you?” Mark shifts his weight back and forth on his feet while steam rises from the pans behind him on the stove. My happy face is gone and instead, I now wear a stern one. I give Mark a pointed look and step into the kitchen. “Are you going to tell me what you and Evan were talking about? Or do I need to call him myself and pry it out of him?”I shift my gaze to our precious son and his worried look. A smile tugs at my lips as I walk towards him. “Did you have a good day?”He hesitates for a second and glances back up at his father before his concerns fade away, and his face lights up. “I had fun.” He scrunches up his face and a small pout appears as his eyes drift back to his father. “But daddy and grandma won’t let me make any more cookies today.”His sweet voice grows harsher with each word, and
MarkI march through the hallway towards my office. My heavy footsteps bounce along the walls and warn people I’m coming. The pictures of the mysterious guy talking with Katie flicker through my mind and pull me back to it every chance it can get. A weight presses down on me, but I don’t know if it is from the mysterious guy trying to find my wife or from my issue with Tiffany thinking she is going to marry me. Every time I think about Tiffany, my skin crawls. Tiffany isn’t remotely close to my image of an ideal wife. Only Katie can fill those shoes and no one else. I take a deep breath as I walk past my assistant’s desk. Jack looks up from his computer monitor while his fingers hover over his keyboard. “Your important items are on your desk. There are a few things in your email which needs to be addressed right away. I’ve marked them urgent so you can easily find them. If you have any questions, just let me know.”I slow down briefly and nod. Jack motions with his chin t
I clamp my mouth shut and force the bile back down my throat. This has been an awful morning, but the medicine is helping. I just hope my constant nausea slows down soon. I reach the ER doors at the same time the exterior door slides open, and a couple of stretchers are pushed inside with badly cut up and injured people on each of them. Blood oozes down both their faces. Their clothes are also covered in blood. The woman is semi-conscious, while the man appears to be unconscious.Little shards of glass spark under the lights and cling to their clothes. Another car accident. How many has this been this week? Like the previous ones, I might not be able to recognize most of the injured people. They have too many cuts and their faces are swollen and bruised. I take a deep breath and silently pray I can keep my churning stomach under control. The injured people need me now.I scurry over to the closest bed where the EMS worker has just stopped. “What do we have here?”As we tr
MarkMy heart races as I bolt out of my office and run through the building. My mind is in turmoil. Is Katie alright? Is the baby fine?I jump in my car and zoom through the streets, hoping I will get there as soon as possible and that nothing happens.My finger taps the steering wheel. How much longer is it before I get there? Ring…ring…ring…My breath hitches, and a wave of panic slams against me. Am I too late?My finger quickly taps the button in the car to answer my phone. “Hey, is she alright? Don’t tell me something else happened to her.”My breathing shallows out and turns into short pants. My world is falling apart. Why now? It is just starting to move in the right direction. “Wow. Calm down, son. Did something happen? Where are you?” Shit. I didn’t want them to know, and I’m the idiot for letting it slip and not looking to see who was calling first. I run my hand through my hair while I glare at the traffic in front of me, wishing I have the power to make t