Chapter Nineteen
Landry
“Okay, room three needs his catheter removed since I completed his discharge paperwork.” I was walking, typing on a tablet and speaking to my patient’s nurse all at the same time. “Make sure he can urinate on his own before he leaves though.” Today was busy and I had a surgery in mere minutes. I handed off the tablet, turning left as the nurse went right. I shoved half a Snickers in my mouth and pulled my cell from my pocket when it started to vibrate against my hip.
Brody: Baby. Cakes.
Landry: What’s up? I have surgery in five.
Brody: Did you take your meds? What have you eaten today? Have you had enough water? Can we fuck on the balcony tonight?
Landry: I took my meds on the way to work. I’ve had some yogurt, a bagel, a banana and a giant candy bar. I’ve drank about 30 oz. of water. And we’ll see about the balcony. It looks like it might rain.
Brody: You need to eat an actual lunch, a sandwich or a SALAD. Drink more water. And I’ll keep my fingers crossed it doesn’t rain.
Landry: I’ll eat after my next surgery.
Brody: Annnnnnd…
Landry: And what?
Brody: And you’ll also keep your fingers crossed about the rain. We need all the no rain vibes we can get.
Landry: Fingers. Crossed.
Brody: That’s my bad girl, now go save a life.
I slid my phone back into my lab coat. It’d been two weeks since my first OB appointment. Two weeks of eating, not puking. And last week, when they’d checked my weight, I’d gained five pounds back. Now that Brody was living with me and I was holding food down, I was feeling great. I was a little over nine weeks pregnant, and enjoying it for the first time. Amazing how energy and a calm stomach were affecting my mood.
And, once again I loved the constant movement of general surgery. There was always something to do—patients and surgeries, post-op and consults. My days flew by in a blur and I barely had time to sit down. Days like today made me happy, made me remember why I wanted to be a surgeon in the first place.
“Dr. Cole.”
And there went my good mood. I rarely saw Travis around the hospital when we were dating. But since we broke up, and I found out I was pregnant, the fucker was everywhere. “Dr. French.”
“I wanted to make sure you set a follow-up for Mr. Weston.”
I cocked an eyebrow and an attitude. “Are you serious right now?” Wes was discharged four days ago, which meant the follow-up I scheduled had been in his chart for as many days.
“I don’t appreciate the tone. I am an attending and I am keeping tabs on a VIP patient. A trustee.”
And being a giant fucking douche in the process. “Yes. I set his follow up, he’ll be back here in about three weeks.”
He nodded and then walked off. Why? Why did I date him? Why did I sleep with him? Why?
I sighed and veered to the left, heading for OR Two.
***
“It’s not raining.”
I was on the couch, a tub of ice cream on my chest and my feet propped on my coffee table. “How was rehearsal?”
Brody sat down beside me, taking the spoon from my hand and eating a large bite of cookies and cream. “Good. Luke’s holo-body watched again. He asked Talon why he didn’t bring you tonight.”
“Did you unplug him?”
“No.” He chuckled. “But when we got to the studio, there were technicians working on the computer. Apparently Luke called and complained at some point last week.” Brody would disconnect the computer every time my Uncle Luke started talking to Talon about me.
“That’s kind of hilarious.” I stole my spoon back.
“I know, right?” He sighed and laid his head on my lap, turning to talk to my stomach. “Did you behave today? Did your mom feed you any food without sugar?”
Brody talked to my stomach more and more every day. Neither one of us had brought up anything too serious since that night in my car on the way home. We were both avoiding the big stuff.
“I had a great day actually. And I had a salad for lunch, per your not-so-passive suggestion.” He was pretty protective over the baby, the baby that might not be his. He made sure I ate healthy, at least one meal a day. He always reminded me about my meds and he bought me a giant water bottle that would start to blink red when it was time to drink more.
He kissed my tummy through my shirt. “It’s not raining. Did you see that? Did you?” He sat up and wiggled his eyebrows. I nodded and he took the ice cream away from me, putting the lid on and then getting up to shove it into the freezer. “Does that mean we can fuck on the balcony?”
I sighed, resting my head back on the couch cushions and turning to look at him. His eyes were excited and there was a hopeful smile on his face. His hands were resting on his trim hips, his board shorts sitting low. “I suppose.”
He scooped me off the couch and grabbed the big fluffy white blanket that was next to me. “That’s my bad girl.” He slapped my yoga pants-covered ass and then opened the accordion glass doors that led to my terrace.
My balcony overlooked the ocean, and it was staggered with the one next door. Enough privacy. I had some nice furniture out there and when we used a big blanket, it would look like we were snuggling. I hoped.
Brody put me down and I wrapped the blanket around my shoulders, holding it wide so that he could drop his shorts. He sat his bare ass on the outdoor couch, and then slid my pants off, helping me step out of them. He reached down and pulled a condom from his pocket, making me giggle. “You walked in the door prepared?”
“I’m always prepared. I literally want to fuck you all damn day.”
Why phrases like that made me smile, I’d never understand. “I guess we don’t really need condoms now. I mean, as long as you’ve been tested.”
“I’m clean. I swear. And I haven’t been with anyone else since I met you.” Brody’s words tumbled out, one after another. “I don’t have to wear it?”
I shook my head and he threw it, half opened, down on the cement ground.
“Today just keeps getting better and better.” He held his hands out wide. “Come here, baby cakes.”
I climbed on his lap, straddling him while he held my face in his palms. He pulled me closer, his eyes locking on mine. I felt emotion start to rise in my throat; I was getting choked up for no fucking reason. I took a deep inhale, trying like hell to calm down. This was nothing new, nothing different, and I needed to get my hormones under control. Brody was kissing my neck, my chest, my breasts. His hands were on my back, slipping down to my ass. I felt him everywhere. His grip tightened on my hip, guiding me onto his hard cock. I sank down slowly, loving the way he felt bare inside me.
“Fuck, baby, you feel…” He words trailed off, his lips finding mine instead. He fisted one hand in my hair. We moved together, the blanket wrapped around us both. Our foreheads were touching, our breath mingling. I had my arms around his neck. I’d never felt as close to him as I did at that moment.
“Brody, don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop.”
He brushed the hair from my face, placing kisses up the column of my neck. “Look at me.” He pulled back, making me meet his gaze. “I’ll never stop, Landry. Never. I promise.”
Tears filled my eyes when I saw the emotion in his. We both knew he was talking about so much more than what was happening in that moment.
He slapped my ass, a smirk on his face. “Now ride me harder, I know you can.”
I was feeling too much; we both were. So Brody did what Brody did best: he lightened the mood. He saved me, he made me throw my head back and laugh. I dug my nails into his shoulders, fucking him harder.
“That’s my girl.” His head fell back, his mouth parting. He was close.
“Brody, I need…” He sat up, knowing exactly what I was asking for. He put his hand on my lower back, pulling our bodies flush. Now my clit was rubbing on his pelvis, creating the perfect amount of friction. I rested my head on his shoulder, being louder than I should be, so damn close to flying over the edge.
“I want to hear you scream, baby cakes.”
I shook my head, biting my lip. “Someone will hear us.”
“Good.” He put both hands on my ass, making me fuck him even harder. The friction on my clit was too much, too good. I gave him exactly what he was demanding. I yelled his name into the night as I came. His grip on my flesh was going to leave marks.
“Fuck, Landry.” He stopped breathing, finishing inside me, filling me completely.
***
“Hey, Brody?”
“Hm?”
We were lying on the couch, inside now, watching an old Tim Burton movie. I was using his naked body as a mattress and he was trailing his fingertips up and down my back. “Do you think maybe we could pretend that Travis doesn’t exist? Just for a little while?”
“What do you mean?”
I rested my chin on my fist, looking away from the movie and at him. “For the next few weeks, until my twelve-week appointment, can we pretend that there doesn’t need to be a paternity test? That there isn’t a question and there isn’t drama.” I gave him a half smile and a small shrug. “I know it sounds dumb.”
“I love it.”
“Yeah?” I raised my eyebrows, a little surprised that he was so eager to go along with my ridiculous plan.
“Yeah, I think it’s a really good idea.” He sat the remote by his side and then brushed my hair back from my face. “The stress isn’t good for you or the baby, and I’m not going anywhere. I think it’ll be fun. We can laugh and eat and fuck and hang out. It’ll be a really great way to spend our last few weeks together before I leave on tour.”
“You know, us doing this, it’s kind of twisted.”
He nodded, his brows drawn slightly down. “Oh, it’s totally twisted.”
“Thank you.” I kissed his chest then laid my head over his heart.