Gorgeous Gyno

by Karen Deen

  They both look at the screen, their faces frozen and just totally silent. Listening to the strong little beat that is nicely ticking away.

  “Congratulations, you are going to be parents again. The baby seems fine and in no distress at all. About nine weeks along, give or take a week. But everything seems fine with you both. I think you’re just severely bruised and will be sore for a while, and I would like to keep you in for observation overnight just to be sure.” The tears are rolling down both their faces. TJ leans down, holding his son who is finally asleep in his arms from exhaustion, and kisses Talesha. Giving her a smile to reassure it will be okay.

  “It’s okay, I’ll be fine at home. Thank you,” she says quietly. TJ gives her a glare, and she shakes her head a little. I’ve seen this unspoken conversation many times before.

  “Okay, let’s wait until all the blood tests come back and then we can talk about it. In the meantime, the nurse will take your blood pressure and a few other things we need. TJ, do you want to come and help me fill out some details I need? Why don’t you put your little boy in bed with Mom while we’re out there? I’m sure he’ll sleep better, and Mom could use a cuddle too.” I see a bit of twinkle in her eye as he places him down on the bed next to her and he snuggles into her. Even in pain, he makes her smile, and she feels at peace that he is safe. We walk out of the room and away so she can’t hear us.

  “Can I get you a coffee, TJ, or a water?” I offer just trying to relax him. He declines and I can tell he’s nervous.

  “I know you work for Matilda, and from what I saw today she must think highly of you to have you at the hospital function. I also remember you running the ball. Is that your full-time job?”

  “Yes, sir. I also study online trying to get my business degree. We both are. Little Lewis decided he wanted to come into the world a lot earlier than we had planned on having children, but I wouldn’t change a second of it. It looks like Talesha might have to put her studies on hold again for a little bit and give up her job. That’s okay. We can manage.” His face tells me he isn’t so sure about that.

  “Can you answer me honestly. Is Talesha saying she’ll go home because you can’t afford to be here?” He hesitates and then just looks at me with his shoulders back like the man he is, even with a big weight on those shoulders.

  “Yes, sir, but if you say she needs to stay, I will find a way to pay. She is more important than anything in this world. Her, Lewis, and this new little baby.” He rubs the back of his head with his hand trying to take in that they’re having another child.

  “Okay, hear me out for a moment. You’ve probably guessed that Tilly and I are seeing each other. So, I know what it’s like to have someone you would do anything for too. You’re important to Tilly, so therefore I need to look after you. Talesha is now my patient. So while she is under my care, I can waive all her costs. That way we can get her settled and make sure both she and the baby are perfectly fine. It also means you don’t need to stress, and you can concentrate on looking after Lewis while she’s here. How does that sound?” He looks totally dumbstruck. Like he’s either dreaming or has just won the lottery. Either way, he doesn’t know how to process it.

  “TJ, just breathe, man. I don’t want you to faint on me.”

  “Why…why would you do that? It’s very kind, but why? There are other people who need it more.” That right there is the reason I am paying his way; even in the hardest time of his young life, he’s thinking of others.

  “Sometimes the universe places the right people in our life for a reason. Matilda has proven that for me. Just think of it as my way of saying thank you to the universe. It’s your time to get your gift from the universe. When the time is right, I know you will pay it forward to the next person who needs it.”

  He bursts into tears and throws his arms around me to show me how grateful he is.

  “Now let’s get that coffee and sort out the paperwork. I’m just about to get off shift, so I’ll get Talesha settled and then I can give you a lift home. I’m guessing your car is written off. So that way you can get Lewis into bed and then get some sleep yourself. Come back in the morning and your girl will be much better. How does that sound?”

  “I am so grateful to you. You will never understand. I will pay this forward, that you can guarantee, Dr. Garrett. I know why Matilda picked you. She sees the good in people.”

  “Please, call me Gray, and right back at you, buddy. She obviously sees the good in you too.”

  We get everything sorted, and I wait outside giving him a moment to say goodbye. I can’t stop thinking about Tilly and how upset she’ll be about TJ. I’m just glad she also wasn’t caught up in the accident. I know it’s selfish. I only just found her, so surely God isn’t that cruel to take her away from me. Deep down, I have a fear of loving someone unconditionally only to have them taken away from you. Like my mom. I don’t think I could go through that hurt again.

  “You have my number, if you’re worried or need anything, just call me. Otherwise I will see you at some stage at the hospital tomorrow. Get some rest,” I call out to TJ as he walks slowly up the steps of their building. It is one of those old brick buildings with three stories above the street level and an apartment or two down below the street level. He told me as we were chatting on the way home that they live on the first floor in a one-bedroom apartment. They gave Lewis the bedroom, so he has some space to play and a quiet place to sleep. They have a pull-out bed. It works for them, and from all accounts they seem very happy. I wonder how they’ll handle the new baby coming and a reduction in income.

  Driving away, I am reminded how blessed my life has been in some ways, never having to worry about any of these things. My mind starts to gather some thoughts that I need to work on before I share them with the world. One thing is for sure, though.

  There is no way I’m going home without seeing my girl tonight. Today has been totally crazy and full of so many reminders of how fragile life can be. I can’t close my eyes tonight without knowing she’s okay. Whether she likes it or not, in ten minutes, she will be in my arms and I’ll feel like I can breathe again.

  This is one time I’m actually glad she doesn’t have a doorman. Otherwise I would be fighting with him at two minutes to midnight to let me in. Yet it also makes me worry about her safety, along with Hannah and Daisy.

  By the time I get out of the elevator and am standing outside her door, it is one minute past twelve. Rather than knock and wake everyone up, I message her.

  GG : Here is your next first.

  Your first home-delivered dessert.

  Awaiting you on your doorstep.

  Before you argue, technically it’s now Friday morning!!

  I hear movement inside and the door peeks open. I see a sleepy little face through the gap. She’s smiling as she opens a little more and leans on the side of the door.

  “This is very sneaky, Dr. Garrett. How am I supposed to learn to miss you when you turn up here looking all kinds of sexy for a late-night booty call?”

  I walk in and take the door from her hand, quietly closing it.

  “Now that’s where you’re wrong. I’m not here for a booty call, although if it’s on offer, who am I to turn it down?” I slowly run my hands over her hair and down the back of her head to her back. Pulling her closer, I just take her in. The way she feels against me, the way she smells, her breathing on my neck. The thumping of her heart I can feel through her very thin sleep shirt.

  “I can’t end this day without seeing you. I need to know you’re okay. To feel it. Otherwise there’ll be no sleep tonight.” I pull away slightly to see her face. She looks so tired and drained. I touch her lips gently, trying not to get carried away. I’ve promised to slow down, and tonight I just need to show her I care. That’s all I came to do. I sweep her off her feet into my arms and carry her to her room. Placing her in her bed, I sit beside her and kiss her again.

  “Gray, what are doing?” Her sleepy smile looks up at me with a hint of
confusion.

  “I’m not breaking my promise. I came to see you, now I’m tucking you into bed safely and leaving you to sleep and miss me.” She goes to talk, but I shut her down and kiss her again. A little deeper than a moment ago.

  “Close your eyes and dream of me. Wait for your first clue tomorrow. I can’t wait, little one.” I kiss her on the nose and walk out of the bedroom, leaving her totally stunned but still with a little smile.

  Just as I make it to the door, I hear her call to me.

  “First midnight kiss.” With a beautiful little giggle following it.

  I flick the lock on the door, close it, double-check it’s locked, then walk down the corridor with the weight finally lifting off my chest and a smile on my face.

  And a pair of very blue balls that aren’t appreciating me heading home.

  A cold shower is in the cards before bed.

  A little later after arriving home, showering, and trying to take away the ache while I keep thinking of my girl, I’m now sitting in the dark. Scotch in hand, Memphis snoozing at my feet while I look out at the city lights twinkling. The stars in the sky looking down on me. I’ve been thinking of my mom more than I have in a long time, wondering what she would think of Tilly. Would she be fussing over her like she used to do for me and all my friends? I can imagine them together, both teaming up against me in the best way. Would I be sitting with Mom asking her opinion on if she’s the one, can she see what she means to me? A single tear slides down my cheek. One I haven’t shed in a very long time.

  Taking another slow sip of my scotch and feeling the burn as it slides down my throat, I know my answer. It’s been there all along.

  Mom would love Matilda just like I do. I know it’s too soon to tell her, but I know deep down I have already fallen in love with her. All my doubt about what Mom would have thought disappears when I realize of course she does. She handpicked her and sent her to me. Even when I was too stupid to know that, she kept bringing her back until I finally got it right.

  Memphis stirs and looks up at me with those eyes that tell me he’s listening to my thoughts.

  “Yeah, boy, we need to keep this one. She’s the special one. The one we get to love for the rest of our days.” He wags his tail in the air. “Now just help me to get it right and not screw it up. Okay, buddy? Be my wingman for me. I need you.” I lean down and pat him on the head and get up to walk to bed. Placing my empty glass on the table, I pause at the window.

  One last look up to the stars, I blow a kiss to the sky.

  “Thanks, Mom, she’s perfect. Just like you. Love you.”

  Laying my head on the pillow, I’m finally ready for sleep.

  I’ll need it to get through today.

  Chapter Sixteen

  MATILDA

  I awake to another cute message on my phone from Grayson. Explaining how beautiful the funeral was that he held in his manhood’s honor. He was sad I couldn’t attend but knew it would be awkward when I was the cause of the blue ball’s disease they died from.

  His sense of humor is perfect. We both get each other on that level, and I never feel I have to hold back.

  My reply saying it was good while it lasted has my phone ringing instantly.

  “You knew I would call, didn’t you, cheeky girl? There is no way we are anywhere near finished. You know, if you fixed the issue then there would be no need for the funeral.” He laughs although it sounds a little husky like he’s just woken up.

  “You had your chance last night to fulfill their dying wish, you chose to leave. No guilt here.” We both laugh together.

  “Morning, beautiful,” his rough sexy morning voice says down the phone. It has me tingling and wishing he was here with me.

  “Morning. I hope my message didn’t wake you at all?” I wasn’t thinking when I sent it that he had been on late shift a few nights in a row.

  “You can wake me anytime, in person would be better, but anytime regardless.” He pauses and then I hear him sigh. “I have some news for you, but before I tell you, just know that everyone is fine, and I will make sure that continues.”

  I sit straight up in my bed already panicking about what he’s going to say.

  “Last night, TJ, Talesha, and Lewis were in a car accident and were brought into the emergency room while I was there.” I gasp and grab my heart. “The boys were fine, but Talesha was in a lot of pain. There was a little complication to that, so we were a little worried. Anyway, I can’t tell you everything due to client confidentiality, but just know after everything, she’s perfectly fine. I kept her in overnight just to be sure, and will be off to check on her shortly.”

  I take a minute to process it all. “Oh, Gray, you aren’t covering up anything, are you? You really promise they’re okay, all of them?” I feel a little teary just thinking how scary it must have been for them.

  “I would never lie to you about that. They have no car, every one of them is fine. Talesha is going to be sore and bruised for a few days, but besides that, all good. I will check on her first thing when I get to work and message you. Okay?”

  I feel relief just hearing his voice over the phone letting me know that beautiful little family is okay.

  My brain starts racing back to the conversation yesterday with TJ.

  “Crap, Gray, can I pay their hospital bills? I know they can’t afford it, and their insurance won’t cover it all. I need to call TJ.” I’m up and getting dressed as I put Gray onto speaker.

  “Tilly, stop and breathe. I’ve already taken care of it. I have waived my fees and will pay any of the other costs they need. I see it all too often where they would have left last night because of cost. I know they’re important to you. I told TJ I would take care of it. He’s a good kid. I can see he deserves a break.”

  I can’t talk, the tears are running fast now.

  “Tilly, please don’t cry. You know I hate when you do that. Especially when I’m not there to wipe them away.”

  Sniffling, I try to pull it together. “Where have you come from, Grayson?” I whisper. “How did I get so lucky?” I’m trying to pull it together.

  He doesn’t reply but I can hear him still breathing on the other end.

  “You just keep doing these things that are minor to you but are huge to everyone else. If you were here right now, you would be getting breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Plus, lots of dessert.” We both burst out laughing. It was either that or I would be crying again. Happy tears, of course.

  “Don’t move a muscle, I’m on my way. Because let me assure you, I am currently starving!” I can hear him moving out of bed.

  “Stop right there, big boy. We both have work shortly, you have a special patient to check on, and a date to plan. I’m not sure you can fit in eating from your favorite restaurant.” I can’t help pushing him with a bit more flirting.

  “Fuck, you’re going to get punished when I see you. Currently, my balls that I thought had died are letting me know they’re still there. Alive and well and in a world of swollen hell. You are such a tease, my little one.” His groan fills the speaker.

  “Oh god, I know that groan.”

  “That’s right, baby.” His voice is lower and a little breathy. “This is what you do to me. Tell me what I do to you.” Our call has gone from playful to hot and heavy in seconds. “I need to picture you to get me there. I can’t turn up at work like this.”

  I don’t know what to say, this is new to me. I just start describing what I’m doing. “I’m already standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, looking at my near-naked body.” There’s that deep groan again.

  “Get naked, touch yourself. Tell me how it feels.”

  I pull off my sleep shirt and drop it to the floor along with my panties. Slowly I run my hands over my breasts and feel that my nipples are hard and super-sensitive. I can’t help it, my breathing is getting louder and faster.

  “That’s it, baby. I’m imagining feeling you myself. Where are your hands? Tell me everything.”
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  I want to close my eyes, picture him behind me looking into the mirror, his hands sliding over my body.

  “My breasts, oh god, Gray, I wish it was you too.” Now it’s me moaning from my own touch and the noises he’s making while he’s getting himself off.

  “Slide your hand down your body. Run your finger through your pussy. Tell me how it feels, baby, are you missing my touch?”

  “Oh fuck, so wet and sensitive. Gray, I want to come. I feel so turned on thinking of you jerking off to my voice. Help me come.” I’m whimpering as I start to really rub hard against myself. My legs are starting to feel weak and the shudders deep in my stomach are building.

  “Fuck, Tilly, I want you here coming over my cock. Listening to you moan is so fucking hot. I want you to keep rubbing while you use your other hand and pull hard on your nipple, pinching and twisting it so I can hear you scream.” I can hear him grunting and his words aren’t flowing as freely as he talks. He’s almost there too.

  “Gray, oh god Gray, please, oh god.”

  “Now, baby, come now. I’m there sucking on your clit, licking every bit of you.”

  That is all I need, the vision of him on his knees in front of me, taking what is his. The memory of that feeling is enough to push me over the edge. Screaming out as I ride the wave and fall forward on to the bathroom counter to keep me standing upright. My body shudders as I listen to him making the same sort of noises and his breathing heavy.

  “Holy shit, Tilly. Now that was one hell of a wakeup call.” He sounds proud of himself while I let out a little embarrassed giggle.

  “Mhmm. Not what I was expecting. I think I need to buy you a dictionary. Your definition of slow is a little different to mine.”

  “This is my slow, if I was normal speed you wouldn’t be leaving your apartment—well, only to move to mine. This is as slow as it gets, baby. It’s called compromise.”