**Amira**
I always had prided myself on being in control, both in my personal life and my career as a pediatrician. But all of that began to unravel the day Ryan confessed his love for me. Since then, my carefully constructed walls had been slowly crumbling, leaving me vulnerable in ways I never anticipated. It was a typical morning in the hospital, with the usual flurry of activity as doctors, nurses, and patients filled the halls. I was checking on my patients with junior residents in tow. The children made cute interactions with us. But today, my mind kept drifting back to Ryan. Ryan, the brilliant surgeon who had been my friend for years, had become something much more complicated. Our relationship had always been close, but since his confession, there was a new tension between us—one that was both exciting and terrifying. "Dr. Amira, are you with us?" Mia, the hospital administrator, teased as she caught me daydreaming in the hallway. Mia had a sharp eye and an even sharper sense of humor, always quick to pick up on the smallest details. I snapped out of my thoughts and flashed a smile at Mia. "Just a little distracted. It's been a busy morning." Mia raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Busy morning or busy thoughts about a certain surgeon?" I felt my cheeks flush, and I laughed it off. "You're imagining things, Mia." "Sure, I am," Mia replied with a knowing grin before walking off to deal with administrative duties. As I moved to check on her next patient, a four-year-old boy Mike , I was joined by Eva, who was finishing up her own rounds. Eva had known me for years, and our bond was as strong as it was unbreakable. She was also one of the few people who knew about the complexities of my relationship with Ryan. "So, how's your love life, Amira?" Eva asked casually as she checked Mike's chart. I rolled my eyes. "Why does everyone want to talk about my love life today?" "Because it's more interesting than mine," Eva quipped. "Besides, you and Ryan are practically the hospital's favorite couple, even if you're not official yet." I sighed, feeling the weight of her unresolved feelings. "It's complicated, Eva. You know that." Eva softened, her usual teasing tone giving way to genuine concern. "I know, but that doesn't mean you should keep pushing him away. Ryan cares about you—a lot. And from what I can see, you care about him too." Before I could respond, Ryan appeared at the door, his presence sending a wave of warmth through me. He was there to check on one of his post-op patients in the pediatric ward, but his eyes found me immediately. The connection between us was undeniable, and I felt my heart skipped a beat. "Amira," Ryan greeted me with a smile that made me insides flutter. "How's your day going?" "Busy as usual," I replied, trying to keep my tone casual despite the butterflies in my stomach. Ryan nodded, glancing at Mike, who was playing with a toy truck on his hospital bed. "How's our little champ doing?" My professional demeanor slipped back into place as I focused on Mike. "He's doing great. We should be able to discharge him by the end of the week if all goes well." "That's good to hear," Ryan said, but his gaze lingered on me, the unspoken tension between us appeared. Eva, sensing the charged atmosphere, made a quick exit, leaving the two of us alone. I felt the room shrink around us as Ryan stepped closer. Before she could anticipate something , the door burst open, and Sophia, one of the pediatric residents, hurried in with a flustered expression. "Dr. Amira, we need you in Room 302. Mrs. Patel's son is having trouble breathing," Sophia said urgently. My heart lurched, and all thoughts of romance were shoved aside as I rushed past Ryan, following Sophia down the hall. **Ryan** The situation demanded her full attention, and as she entered the room, she immediately shifted into action, barking orders and guiding the team through stabilizing the child. I watched from the doorway, admiration and worry etched on my face. Amira was incredible under pressure, her calm and decisive nature saving lives daily. But I knew how much weight she carried, the burdens she refused to share with anyone, not even me . Later that evening, after the chaos had settled, Amira returned to her office, drained but satisfied that the crisis had been averted. She was surprised to find Ryan waiting for her, a takeout bag in hand. "I figured you might not have had time to eat," Ryan said, holding up the bag with a hopeful smile. ——————- Amira couldn't help but smile back, touched by his thoughtfulness. They sat together, eating in comfortable silence, the hospital's hum a distant background noise. As they sat there, the tension between them softened, replaced by a warm, quiet understanding. Amira realized that despite her fears, Ryan was someone she could trust—someone she could lean on, even when things got tough. Their relationship began to step forward more after that night, slowly but surely. They started spending more time together, sharing meals, talking about their days, and confiding in each other about the challenges they faced at work. Amira found herself looking forward to those moments, the comfort of Ryan's presence becoming a constant in her life. Her friends noticed the change too. Mia would often catch Amira smiling at her phone, usually after receiving a text from Ryan. Eva teased her endlessly about it, but Amira didn't mind. There was something liberating about finally allowing herself to feel again, to let go of the fears that had held her back for so long.The morning was filled with anticipation as Aiden sat in the hospital’s waiting room, his hands resting gently on the small shoulders of his three-year-old son. The little boy, with his curly hair and deep brown skin, played with a small toy car, unaware of the monumental moment that was about to change their lives forever. Aiden couldn’t help but smile as he looked at the boy—a child Amira had insisted on adopting despite the prejudices of others.Amira had met the boy during one of her visits to the orphanage. She had been furious to see him excluded and got hurt by the other children because of his skin color, and her fierce heart wouldn’t let it go. She had scolded those children and, without hesitation, decided to bring him into their family. The boy was now the light of their lives, and today, he was about to become a big brother.“Daddy, when is Mommy coming out?” the boy asked, his innocent eyes looking up at Aiden.“Soon, buddy. Your little sister will be here any minute now,
Aiden covered her completely with bed sheets.Crawling under the covers, Aiden wrapped his arms around Amira's trembling body and guided her knees towards her chest. She instinctively clutched the fabric to her breasts, a barrier of modesty. "Shhh, it's okay," he murmured, pressing soothing kisses along her inner thighs. "I've got you."His lips trailed higher, skimming over soft, sensitive skin. Amira's breath hitched as his mouth neared her most intimate place. Would he truly...? Anticipation mingled with nervousness, a potent mix.Aiden nuzzled in close, inhaling her womanly musk. He licked a slow stripe through glistening folds. A strangled moan escaped her throat.He chuckled against her flesh. "You taste like heaven, Amira. Let me pleasure you." Parting her with his thumbs, he delved in for a deeper sample, laving her sweet nectar. His tongue circled her pearl, coaxing it to stiffness. Amira bucked into the different sensation, hands fisting in the sheets. Nothing had ever
Aiden arrived at the office minutes before the meeting, his stride confident but unhurried. Michele, already seated at the conference table, looked up in surprise, his eyes widening.“Well, well, well,” Michele said, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. “I didn’t think you’d actually show up after that call earlier. Thought you’d be… otherwise occupied.”Aiden chuckled, adjusting his tie as he took a seat. “I keep my priorities straight, Michele. Besides, someone has to make sure you don’t screw this up.”Michele laughed, shaking his head. “You’re something else, man. But hey, can’t blame you. If I had what you have waiting at home, I’d probably skip every meeting too.”Aiden gave him a knowing grin but said nothing, his thoughts already drifting to Amira.The day passed in a blur of presentations and negotiations, but Aiden’s mind kept wandering back to the promise Amira had made that morning. By the time the meeting ended, he could barely contain his excitement.As he pulled into
The early morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow on the room. Aiden lay on his back, his arms wrapped tightly around Amira as she nestled against his chest. Their bodies were tangled together under the sheets, a peaceful silence enveloping them.Aiden’s phone buzzed on the bedside table, breaking the calm. He groaned, reaching out to grab it, but before he could, Amira snatched it from his hand with a sleepy but determined motion.“Hello?” she said groggily, her voice low and raspy from sleep.On the other end, Michele’s voice sounded serious. “Aiden, there’s an important meeting this morning. You need to—”Amira cut him off mid-sentence. “He’s not coming anywhere,” she said, her words slow and deliberate. “Handle it yourself.”There was a moment of stunned silence from Michele.Aiden, unable to hold back his amusement, chuckled softly, burying his face in her hair. “You’re something else, you know that?” he murmured, kissing her cheek.Michele, still on
The cold metal of the gun pressed against Amira’s back sent a shiver down her spine, but her jaw clenched in defiance. The man behind her tightened his grip on her hair, yanking her head back as he sneered.“Put the gun down,” he ordered, his voice rough and taunting. “You’ve got no chance, sweetheart. You’re just a girl.”Amira’s teeth ground together, her blood boiling at his condescension. Her fingers twitched, itching to grab the gun, but his hold on her hair kept her restrained.From the shadows, a soft, deliberate noise echoed—a click of the tongue, dripping with mock disappointment.The man holding Amira froze, his head snapping toward the sound. Amira turned her eyes in the same direction, and from the darkness, a figure stepped into the dim light, his silhouette instantly recognizable.Aiden.He stood casually, a gun resting lazily in his hand, his other hand scratching his head as if he were mildly bored. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned, his sleeves rolled up, but his expr
The clock on the bedside table read 2:37 a.m. when Amira’s phone buzzed silently. She stirred, blinking in the dim light as she reached for it. The name Denis flashed across the screen. Her pulse quickened. She glanced at Aiden, whose arm was draped over her waist, his steady breathing indicating he was deep asleep.She hesitated for a second before answering, whispering, “Hello?”“Amira,” Denis’s voice was sharp, urgent. “I’m in trouble. I need you. Now.”“What’s going on?” she asked, keeping her voice low.“They’ve found me. I’m sending my location. Please, hurry,” he said before the line went dead.Amira exhaled slowly, her mind racing. She turned to Aiden, carefully lifting his arm and sliding out of bed. He stirred briefly, but his breathing soon returned to its rhythmic cadence.She moved quietly through the apartment, grabbing her jacket and the loaded gun she kept in a drawer. As she reached the living room, Leo, lifted his head, his sharp eyes following her.“Shh, Leo,” she w