Hannah stayed with Mike because she wanted to. For some reason she felt sad with him, and Mike could not understand why. She always wanted to be with him every minute and he won't deny,
It makes him happy.
When Susanne had offered to take her home with her, she had refused, saying she wanted to be with papa.
Her papa.
He still has not gotten used to the whole "papa" ordeal, but he liked it though. For some reason he felt an unbreakable connection with this little girl. Mike was glad to take care of Hannah thus, indirectly fulfilling the promise he made to her on that night.
That he would never leave her.
He did not have the right over here but he would always care for the little child. She was more than special to him. How she walked her way to his heart he would never know. But he would protect her, even in exchange for his life.
He always takes her to school
RainierāDr. Carver, can I have a minute?ā I try to catch up to Amelia as she walks down the corridor.She doesnāt stop for a second or even slow down.I stop, put my hands on my hips and speak louder. āDr. Carver, donāt make me pull rank, because I will.āThat makes her stop in her tracks.Thatās right. Just because I wear a lab coat, people often think Iām just another doctor and forget that I also own the hospital. I donāt mind, but when I mean business, I will not be ignored.Amelia sighs and turns aroun
EllisWho does Rainier think he is?I ask myself the question as I tack a smiling reindeer to my bedroom door, replacing the sunflowers.I know heās an esteemed neurosurgeon whoās been in practice for several years now. I know heās my boss and the owner of the hospital I work in. I know I slept with him. That doesnāt mean he knows me, though, and that definitely doesnāt give him the right to say I donāt deserve to be a doctor.I let out a deep breath.Fine. Maybe I shouldnāt have said the same thing to him. I didnāt mean it anyway. I was just so upset that even though heās so rich, he wonāt do a pro bono surgery on one patient. Heās alr
RainierāTom.ā I hold my friendās gaze. āEverythingās fine. I was just trying to explain to Smithson here why I kicked her off my service today.āI glance at Ellis, who lets go of my arm and says nothing.āIs that so?ā Tom crosses his arms over his chest. āCare to share that reason with me?āāSure. Her mind just seems elsewhere today. Thatās all.āTom looks at Ellis. āWell, given the fact that you gave that poor man in the ER four stitches too many, I have to agree. Is something wrong, Smithson? Youāve been doing well until today.āāIām fine, Chief,ā Ellis answers, though without much confidence.Tom sighs. āWell, at any rate, you know attending physicians have the right to kick interns and even residents off their service. Although I do encourage them to provide their subordinates with plenty of chances for learning, even second chances, con
EllisRainier?I stare at him with eyebrows arched. My arms hang at my sides. I feel like all the blood has been drained from my face, from my limbs, from my whole body, all rushing to my heart, which feels like itās about to explode from my chest at any second.It is Rainier. Those dark brown eyes are the same pools of melted chocolate I gazed into in between the most incredible kisses Iāve ever had. Those jet black curls are the same ones I tugged on while he⦠well, I donāt want to remember that right now.My point is, itās Rainier, the same man I had Thanksgiving dinner and even more delicious sex with, except now he looks like a doctor, with the white coat and the black scrubs underneath. Does this meanā¦?āSmithson,ā Dr. Carverās voice jolts me out of my near panic attack. āShould I order a crash cart?āāN-no.āShe sighs. āI know Dr. Knight is a gorgeous male
RainierAs soon as we step inside Ellisās apartment, I place my hand on the back of her head and press my lips against hers. Iāve already taken off my coat in the elevator, so now I just let it fall to the floor.I pull her bonnet off. My fingers get lost in her hair and clutch a few tendrils as my lips crash down on hers over and over. Her hands grip my scarf and the frame of her glasses bumps against my nose as she kisses me back. The moan that escapes her throat echoes in my crotch.Itās not the best lip lock. Itās clumsy, like how she flirted with me. Messy. The edges of her teeth graze against my lower lip. Ellis clearly hasnāt had much practice. Either that or sheās lacking finesse because of that half glass of wine. Or maybe itās just nerves. She certainly seemed to have them on the way here. At any rate, I
āIāll do it,ā I tell her. āIāll sing for you.āHer eyes grow wide. āYou can sing?āI nod. āWhat song is it?āāāWhat Child Is This?'ā she answers.āI know it.āI probably know every Christmas song by heart.āYouāll bring her to the hospital?ā I ask Mr. Piercing Dark Eyes.āSure,ā he answers.I leave the caroler to him and make my way up the platform. The other carolers seem surprised to see me, but they turn their faces forward and continue singing. I sing along. When the opening notes of āWhat Child Is This?ā start to play, I brace myself and start to sing as best as I can. I havenāt sung in public in a while, but thankfully, I still remember the lessons I learned when I was in the choir back in middle school. I just square my shoulders, tuck my stomach in, and open my mouth. My voice rings through the air, and after I hit the first few notes, the rest goes smoothly.When Iām done singing, I hear applause but I donāt have time to