Bella
Surely Doctor December saw the way I was breathing heavy, my chest heaving up and down.
And I know he felt me jump just a little at his touch…the way he took my ankle in his big strong hands and then checked me to make sure I was okay.
As a doctor he’s basically a modern day hero. And as my doctor he’s my hero.
But I want him to be more than just a hero. I want him to be my everything.
And I want him to be my first.
I’ve had a crush on him since I was seventeen. He is the first guy I’ve ever had feelings for.
At first I thought maybe it was strange that I was feeling this way towards an older guy…a much older guy. But boys my age are just so immature and I just can’t relate to any of them. I mean the reason I’m here today is because of some juvenile boys behavior.
How can I be attracted to that kind of “guy” when they’re not even smart enough and careful enough not to hurt me? And not just break my heart with their childish ways of trying to bed as many girls as they can, but physically harm me…as the one today did.
I hear the stories about other girls in school, especially the ones who are popular on Instagram and the boys who are popular in sports. I feel like it’s some sort of Greek orgy from hundreds of years ago the way I hear about these kids hooking up with each other all the time. It wouldn’t even surprise me if that’s what they were doing now.
The parents of the girl who hosted the pool party weren’t even there. And how did they get all that alcohol? I found it interesting for a second just to experience something like that, to see what it looked like, but I sure wanted to go after being there about fifteen minutes.
And my secret wish was for Doctor December to come save me. To come in there on a white horse in his doctor’s smock and scoop me up and ride right out of there. Better yet to fly out of there. Make the horse a pure white one, like Pegasus.
Pure to match me because I’ve been saving my purity for the right man, and the crush I’ve had on Doctor December for two years now is officially more than a crush.
Now that I’ve felt his touch. Felt the way he takes my breath away. And saw the way he was looking at me.
There was something primal in that look. He seemed feral…hungry. It was like he wanted to touch a lot more than just my ankle while I was on that table.
And I would have let him too, if it wasn’t for my dad being just in the other room.
And as Doctor December is in the opposite room now my mind drifts to all the positions he can put me in on this table, and how I’d have to control my moans of ecstasy so my dad didn’t come breaking into the room and find out what we were doing.
And speaking of finding out, I found out some incredibly heartbreaking information about Doctor December on the drive over.
My dad told me how he got his name. How my dad’s dad, who was also a doctor, was working the ER on Christmas day because he was low on the totem pole, and because his wife was also due to go into labor any day he wanted to be the one to do the delivery. Plus he knew he was going to take a lot of time off when my dad was born because he wanted to be there for his wife.
So there my grandpa was, on a quiet Christmas Day reading the newspaper waiting for someone to come barging in after a Christmas tree caught fire or something. But what happens instead?
An older model car in bad condition pulls up and before he knows what’s happening some lady jumps out of the driver’s seat and drops something off by the door before knocking hard three times and then running back to her car and pulling out of the lot like a bat out of hell.
And these were the days before all the surveillance cameras and things like that so she was just gone for good.
But what was very much there, and what definitely wasn’t good, was what was inside the picnic basket she left.
It wasn’t good in the fact that it was the way she decided to treat a human life, one that was likely her own flesh and blood. But what was good was that my grandpa was working and he got to work right away on finding Doctor December a home.
But this was before Doctor December got his name. At the time he was just John Doe.
“What are we gonna call you?” my grandpa said as he wrapped him in a blanket and waited for the police to arrive.
“Declan,” he said, knowing that Declan was an Irish name that meant “man of prayer” or “full of goodness.” “Declan because I’m going to make sure your prayers for finding a good family are answered because I can see that you’re full of goodness,” he said to him that fateful Christmas Day.
And when it came time to put his name down officially, he wrote Declan December, because we found him on that cold December morning.
And five years later when my dad started kindergarten my grandpa asked him to see the list of children in his class. The second he saw that name on the list he got goose bumps.
“Declan December. Did you meet him today?” he asked my five-year-old dad.
He shook his head.
“That boy’s a miracle. I want you to go up to him tomorrow and introduce yourself.”
“But dad, he’s kind of weird, and really shy.”
“He’s been through a lot already, more than anyone his age, or any age, ever should have to go through. And I know if that boy just gets a friend he’ll go through brick walls for him. You might want to be that friend, son,” my grandpa said.
My dad introduced himself and the rest is history.
They ate lunch together. They played kickball and four square together. They sat next to each other in class. They were inseparable, best buddies.
An amazing man with an amazing story no doubt.
And I want nothing more than to be the next chapter, that final one that makes his life complete.
How perfect an ending would that be for both of us?
But probably not for my dad. I’m sure he would flip.
But there’s something about Doctor December, Declan, that flips a switch on inside me that I can’t flip off…nor would I ever want to try.
Because he’s around and that switch inside me flips on, making me feel alive…it makes me think of how much I want a life with him.
And that’s all that matters. Him. Us. Forever.