Doctor Wife Novels & Stories

"Much too old. Could have fallen over and died, Lyla!" "That would have been a shame." "You're too sweet, dear." She started wandering the shop, shaking the collar of her shirt as if to air out her saggy old boobs. "But you know, I walk every day, every single day I walk, and I wasn't going to let a little bit of heat stop me! Healthy as a woman half my age, that's what the doctor said to me the other day, and—oh! Do you know Doctor Worthington over at the clinic?"

*** "Your baby is a hundred percent healthy and he is also in a good position so you've got nothing to worry about. Just keep taking the drugs I prescribed for you and I will keep coming to check up on you." Doctor Smith said and Nora smiled lightly at him. Doctor Smith is the Williams family's personal doctor and has been working for them for up to twenty years. Richard has instructed him to make sure that he comes every single day to check up on his wife till he is back from his trip.

“Let’s go. Stop acting like a child. Everyone is looking at us.” “You’re always concerned about other people looking at us.” She complained as she let go. “That’s because I should be the only one who sees you like this.” I replied while patting her head. I didn’t give her the chance to talk back. I held her hand and walked her towards her scheduled appointment. This time we have a different doctor. Though I appreciated Doctor Rogers, he was still a man. It made me uneasy knowing a man is checking up on my wife. “Hello, Mr and Mrs. Di Angelo. Please come in.” Doctor Williams greeted us with a huge smile on her face.

They had just met. He shook it off and remembered what they were talking about. "What Doctor is performing the surgery?” He asked her. “Dr. Schumpert, with Our Ladies Of Mercy hospital. He specializes in my mother's illness," she supplied. He didn't seem bothered in the least about the information she had just given him. He spoke. “Are you comfortable with all of the terms I've divulged so far?" He watched her empty her champagne glass.

She stopped her fingers there, reading through the details one after another. “Hold on a second…” she lifted her eyes to the doctor, her breath hitched. “Vasetomy…” She grimaced, “My husband is unable to conceive…” The word hit her like a punch to her gut, making her throat burn. “W…what's going on here? Can you explain this document to me. How come? I…I don't get it.” She withdrew back a little, her neck dropped. “Below the document this report was conducted by one of my close colleagues. He's out of the country now. I guess he was really close to your husband.”

My back instantly pressed against his chest as he wrapped his arm around my waist, trailing kisses along my exposed shoulder. He told me we were going to meet a professional doctor he had spoken to about my ailment. Dr. Garry Harrison or something, I couldn't quite recall his name properly. According to my husband, this doctor had been a professor to many professional doctors, and was excellent on this field.

“They do stuff like this all of the time.” I nodded, but Dr. Warren was not a gynecologist; he was a general practitioner, which meant girl parts were not his area of expertise. Mom had assured me she’d be there the whole time, but I wasn’t sure what difference that would make. It wasn’t as if that would make it any easier to endure the examination.

I needed to get used to it, and I was doing my best. He wasn’t home yet. James said Fabio was a workaholic, practically living at the hospital. I found myself wondering how they even met. I hadn’t realized I’d dozed off on the soft couch. ** Fabio stood there, staring in surprise at the sight of his wife. His lying, manipulative wife. She was asleep on the couch. That was new. Since when did she stay home? She wasn’t the type. She loved the nightlife, always out in clubs or high-end restaurants with her spoiled friends.

We were both on our feet before she could get to us. “Hello sir, hello ma'am. Has the nurse already seen you?” she asked, and we nodded in response. “Alright then. I'm the doctor in charge of your wife, Dr Towa. Your wife had a deep stab wound in the stomach as I believe you are well aware,” the doctor started, looking me dead in the eyes. I nodded to encourage her to proceed.

She would be spared from the beatings as long as she was able to return home before it became dark outside. A few minutes later, he returned with a second person, a female nurse, who assisted Naomi in removing her hospital gown and putting on the clothes she was wearing before being brought to the hospital. "Here you go. During this time, you should take extra care to avoid doing anything that could be considered taxing. Not only is your body physically fragile, but you have also suffered from a number of miscarriages, which has harmed your womb. I think it's best if you take a break from sexual activity for a little period." The doctor suggested but Naomi maintained her silence.