"Are we doing this hike or not?" I ask Jay and Mathew when we get out of the car.
"I thought we were going back home," Mathew says looking at me from the other side of the car. "I said we're not going home. We came to do this long and tedious hike." I say and Jay starts walking towards the starting point of the trail."You need to tell Shalom." He says as Mathew and I start walking towards him."She's going to freak and I don't want to her to get stressed," I say and Mathew sighs so deeply it echos in the silence. "You have something to say?" I ask and he sighs again. "Using your words," I say and he shakes his head."You need to tell her. I can't imagine the shit load that will hit you when she finds out you are in the same house with your ex-fiance." He says and I sigh. I look at the trail ahead and frown. "And that you lied to her about it," Mathew says and I know they are telling me the trSix months later, our wedding day arrives. The venue is a charming chapel nestled in the hills, surrounded by a sea of white flowers. Everything is draped in white: the chairs, the aisle runner, even the delicate lace that adorns the altar. The soft glow of fairy lights adds a touch of magic, creating a dreamy atmosphere that feels like a scene out of a fairytale. Our guest list is intimate, just fifty of our closest friends and family, making the occasion feel even more special.I’m in a small room at the back of the chapel, getting ready. My dress is a vision of white silk and lace, hugging my curves in all the right places. The intricate beadwork sparkles as I move, catching the light. My hair is styled in loose waves, cascading down my back, with a simple veil trailing behind me. My mother and daughter, my beautiful flower girls, are beside me, dressed in matching white dresses with delicate floral crowns on their heads.My mother fusses over me, adjusting my veil and smoothing ou
I lie on my side and stare at Kane lying next to me. He closes his eyes and then he sighs happily as his body slowly calms down from the high of our orgasms. “I missed you so much,” I say, my voice trembling with emotion. I reach out and touch his brow, feeling the familiar warmth of his skin. The simple contact brings a rush of relief.He opens his eyes and smiles, the tenderness in his gaze melting the remaining shards of hurt within me. “I missed you too,” he replies, moving closer.“I don’t want to fight like that with you ever again,” I whisper, my voice barely audible, yet carrying the weight of a heartfelt promise. His nod is immediate, his eyes reflecting the same resolve.“We will never fight like that ever again,” he assures me, his tone filled with sincerity. He takes my hand into his, his grip firm yet gentle. Lifting it to his lips, he kisses it softly, the gesture a silent vow of commitment and love.I close my eyes, savoring the feeling of contentment that flows throug
I'm in bed watching Shaolm get ready to go to sleep. She's wearing one of those lingerie sets where you can see through the material. I watch the way her skin peaks through and wish my lips were slowly gliding over it. I wish I could feel the softness hidden beneath the material."You okay?" She says when she stops in the middle of the room to look at me. I nod and she starts walking into the bathroom.When she comes back to the room she gets into bed next to me."You're very silent tonight." She says looking over at me."I'm just thinking about how beautiful you are." I say and she smiles shyly."You're beautiful too." She says her smile getting wider and I just stare at her. There's so much light and warmth in her eyes it makes me sigh. She's incredibly gorgeous."Thank you." I say leaning over to kiss her. She wraps her arms around me leaning into the kiss.I slide onto my back, pulling her onto me. I moan
After a long day at the hospital, I finally make my way home, the weight of the day’s events pressing down on me. The evening air is cool, a welcome contrast to the sterile feeling of the hospital. As I unlock the door, the familiar scent of home greets me, and I immediately feel a bit lighter.“Baby?” I call out, stepping inside.“In the kitchen!” Her voice rings back, cheerful and warm.I find her at the stove, stirring a pot of something that smells amazing. She turns and smiles when she sees me, her eyes lighting up. “Hey, you. How was your day?”I lean in to kiss her, savoring the brief moment of normalcy. “Busy. Interesting, too. Smells great in here.”“Chicken curry,” she says with a grin. “It’ll be ready in a few minutes. Why don’t you get changed and relax for a bit?”“Sounds perfect.” I head to our bedroom, changing into more comfo
The hospital corridors hum with the usual morning bustle. As I head to the conference room for the morning briefing, I notice a familiar figure ahead, her brown hair tied back in a neat ponytail. My steps falter for a second before I continue walking, my mind racing.Olive.I know she ran into Shalom a week ago and I don't know how she'll react. It sucks that we have to work together but their internal medicine fellowship and our neurosurgery program h work together from time t time and I'm stuck with her this week. The unexpected sight of her here, in the same hospital, stirs up a whirlwind of emotions.Entering the conference room, I take a seat and try to focus on the meeting. Dr. Malik outlines the cases for the day, his voice steady and authoritative. When he mentions a complex case requiring collaboration with internal medicine, my heart skips a beat.“And for this case, you’ll be working closely with Dr. Olive Bennett from Internal Medicine,” he says, glancing around the room
Today is my first solo surgery. I can't believe it but I can because I worked harder than most people and I'm not surprised I've progressed so quickly in the program.It's both exciting and nerve wrecking blend as I prepare for my first solo surgery. It's a simple procedure—a lumbar discectomy—but the significance of it being my first is huge.Dr. Hunter's words from that first day echo in my mind as I scrub in: "This program is designed to challenge you and expand your capabilities." I’ve spent countless hours observing, assisting, and honing my skills under the watchful eyes of the attendings. Today, it’s my turn.I walk into the OR, the sterile environment buzzing with the quiet efficiency of the surgical team. Dr. Malik, who has been an incredible mentor, gives me a reassuring nod from across the room. “Ready, Dr.?” He smiles at me and I exhale slowly.“Ready,” I reply, my voice steady despite the