Zandra
Feeling rather proud of my accomplishment, I went to the bathroom to clean up and found Kane right behind me. “I think a shower is in order.”
He’d gotten rather messy, so I agreed slyly, “Yes, you did get a little dirty there, didn’t you?”
He turned on the water as I washed my hands, then ran my fingers through my hair. His eyes looked at mine through the mirror as he ran a soapy hand over himself. “So, who did you assist that you saw something like that, Zandra?”
Turning to watch him, I answered, “Doctor Wiseman. Of course, he didn’t add in the extras to make the patient more receptive to the procedure. I came up with those all by myself.”
“Good to know.” After rinsing off, he turned off the water, and I tossed him a towel. “Get dressed, and I’ll meet you in the cafeteria. I’ll grab us something.”
Wrapping the towel around his waist, he reached out to grab me, pulling me tightly to him. “Leaving me without a kiss is a big no-no, Mrs. Price.” His lips pressed against mine, and I parted my lips for him to come inside.
Heat rushed through me as he took my mouth in the way that always made me high. My cunt pulsed, and I moved my leg up his. I’d given him pleasure, sure that I would be satisfied with doing that. And I had been. But then his kiss started something that he would have to finish.
It took Kane no time at all to realize what I needed. He reached down to undo my pants, pushing them down before ripping the panties right off me. I hurried to get out of my shoes and pulled my legs up to wrap them snug around him.
My back to the wall, he pushed his erection into me with one swift act. My swollen belly was all that was between us as he moved in and out of me. Not meaning to, I clawed his back as he fucked me hard.
His mouth finally left mine. He kissed a line to my neck, then bit and sucked it all up and down as I moaned with desire, “Yes, babe.”
Laying my head on his shoulder, I placed my hands on his huge biceps, feeling them ripple with every move he made. The inside of my wrist right in front of me, the three birthdates in a line on it; I wondered what the next one would be. And I wondered if Sparrow would complete our family.
At thirty-one, I wasn’t sure how many more kids God would give us. Getting to actually raise the rest of our kids from babies was the biggest gift that I could’ve ever gotten. My family was the only medicine I needed.
“God, I love you, Kane.” I turned my head to kiss his neck, making him groan.
“Zandra, you make life worth living—you and our kids and this baby that’s growing inside of you.” He pulled his head back to look at me. “I’m so proud of you. I know I tell you that all the time, but I am.”
Blinking at him, I saw forever in his eyes. “Thank you.”
I was sure that all I would ever need was his love to keep my life going smoothly. Never had I thought that five years of pure bliss would be a thing in my life.
Thrusting harder, he really went to work until we both were moaning with sweet release. I crumbled on him, my body spent. But there was still work to be done.
Once we’d regained our breath, he kissed the side of my head. “Come on. Now I barely have time to grab a sandwich and eat it on the walk back to the clinic.”
As I cleaned myself up, I felt an odd twinge in my stomach. It must be because I was hungry. I’d skipped breakfast as I’d been playing with my husband for a bit too long that morning. And then I’d gone and played a bit too long with him at lunch, too.
“I’ve gotta get something to eat, too. My tummy’s telling me so.” I made sure to walk out of the room before Kane did, so no one would know for sure what we’d been up to.
Just as I scooted out, I passed a man who looked to be in his thirties, yet he stood out because he was dressed in a pearl-snap white western style shirt, black jeans, and cowboy boots. And what really caught my attention was the fact he held a lit cigar in one hand, pulling it up to his lips as he nodded at me.
But before I could say a thing to him, the sound of alarms went off, and I saw three nurses making a bee-line for Mrs. Doughty’s room. “What’s going on?” I called out to them.
“She’s stopped breathing,” one shouted to me.
I looked back to find Kane hauling ass out of the room we’d been in. His eyes asked me what was going on, and I shouted, “Code Blue, Mrs. Doughty!”
“Shit!” He sped up.
I waited for him to catch up to me, then I caught him by the hand. “Remember, Kane, she has a DNR. She doesn’t wish to be resuscitated.”
His eyes drooped a little. “I know.”
We headed to her room where we found her lying perfectly still, her body stiff as a board, eyes open and focused on the ceiling. Not a breath moved her chest. But her heart still beat. Slowly, but it still beat.
I took her hand. “Mrs. Doughty? It’s me, Nurse Price.”
Nothing happened. She didn’t respond at all.
Kane came up behind me, putting his hand on the small of my back. “Just hold her hand. That’s really all you can do.”
One of the other nurses took her other hand. “We’re here with you, Mrs. Doughty.”
I felt her squeeze my hand, and I looked at the nurse who held her other hand. “Did you feel that?”
She nodded. “Try to take a breath, Mrs. Doughty.”
The smell of cigar smoke moved into the room. I turned my head to see if I could see that man again, but I saw no one. “There’s a guy out there, smoking.”
Kane looked puzzled. “What?”
“Can’t you smell that?” I asked him.
“Smell what?” he asked.
I looked at the other nurses in the room. “Do any of you smell a cigar?”
They all shook their heads as I took a sniff in the air and knew I what I smelled. Then suddenly, Mrs. Doughty’s chest rose up and she gasped, making her chest rattle.
“She’s taking a breath,” I said with excitement. “She’s coming back!”
Her eyes closed though, and then the heart monitor began to make a long beeping sound. “She’s not coming back,” Kane whispered.
Her hand went limp in mine. Letting it go, I turned to face Kane. “I can’t smell the smoke anymore.” Burying my face in his chest, I began to cry.
Not because I was sad for the woman, but because I knew that love would go on forever. Just the way Kane always told me it would.
He stroked my hair, shushing me quietly. Holding him tightly, I felt a pain in my stomach. Kane grunted a little. “What a kick she just gave me.”
Little Sparrow’s jerk in my tummy made me focus on the present and not the future where Mrs. Doughty’s passing had taken me. I let Kane go and looked up at him, wiping my eyes as I said, “There really won’t be an end for us. I know that now.”
He smiled at me as he took my chin in his hand, rubbing his thumb over it. “Told ya.” Arms encircling me, Kane pulled me away from the scene. “I know you don’t feel like it, but you’ve got to eat.”
“Oh, I don’t think I can, Kane. Not right now. I’m kind of feeling queasy now.” I held my stomach as we walked out of the room. “Wait.” I stopped and turned back to look at the woman who lay in the bed. “Goodbye, Mrs. Doughty. I’ll see you again someday.”
“Yes, you will,” Kane softly agreed, and then pulled me along with him.
“I think he came for her, Kane,” I told him as we went to the cafeteria.
“Who?” he asked then kissed the side of my head.
“Howard.” I looked up at him. “Her husband who died ten years ago. I think the cigar smell and the guy I saw in the hallway was him.” I sighed as I wiped my eyes again. “He was a ruggedly handsome man.”
“Should I be jealous?” Kane said with a chuckle.
I leaned on him, needing to feel him against me. “Never. You’re it for me, Doctor Price. Forever.”