Reality of Life (Perception Book 2)

by Shandi Boyes

  “He is responding well to the new technique I have been introducing the past two weeks” Dr Miller explains as she moves over closer to Jacob and I.

  “Show her Rachel” Jacob requests, I look at him confused, before looking around the room trying to work out who Rachel is. It is only when Dr Miller smiles at Jacob do I realise that her first name must be Rachel.

  “Emily is beautiful” declares Dr Miller.

  My confused gaze looks between Dr Miller and Jacob, who are both smiling brightly, while staring at Noah. I follow their gaze, Noah’s jaw is covered in a thick dark rough beard, but you can still see that his lips have morphed into a smirk.

  “Is he smiling?” I question, more to myself than anyone else as I move closer to him.

  It isn’t Noah’s panty dropping grin, but it is definitely a smirk. Dr Miller moves to stand next to me, before she places her arm gently around my waist. I can feel happy tears springing into my eyes as my own smile starts to radiate deep from within.

  “The past two weeks I have been trying to replace Noah’s final memory he had of you back to a good memory. I have been asking him questions about your relationship and requesting for him to tell me stories about you two, it appears to be working.” she whispers kindly.

  “Yeah it does” I reply while gazing down at Noah.

  I turn my gaze back to Jacob who is smiling brightly at Noah, before his gaze turns towards me.

  “He’s coming back Emily; the old Noah is coming back” he declares proudly.

  Dr Miller left not long later, advising us that she would return at two pm for Noah’s next physio session. As soon as Dr Miller leaves the room Jacob gently pulls me over to furthest corner in the room.

  “Are you ok?” he whispers extremely softly to ensure that Noah doesn’t overhear our conversation.

  I gently place my open hand against the small bump in my belly, while looking into Jacob’s uneasy gaze, before nodding my head gently.

  “I’m okay” I whisper.

  I have to be okay, everything has to be ok. Life can’t be so cruel, can it? Jacob gently squeezes my hand, before he releases it and walks over to a plastic bag that is sitting on Noah’s hospital bedtable. He ruffles through the bag, before turning around to face me. His face has changed from being serious, to the carefree cheeky Jacob he normally is.

  “Ta da” he loudly declares, while he pulls out his arms that were hidden behind his back.

  I can’t help but giggle when I notice what he was hiding.

  “So do you want the pleasure, or would you like me to do it?” he questions while waggling his eyebrows at me.

  “I will do it” I instantly reply smiling.

  I head towards Jacob to remove the contents from his hand, while he swiftly empties Noah’s water jug and fills it with warm water.

  “sssh and hurry” Jacob chuckles, while glancing outside the door to ensure none of the nurses notice that we are using Noah’s water jug for anything other than its intended purpose.

  I dip my hands into the warm water and rub it gently over Noah’s jawline, before shaking the can of shaving cream. Once I have a good amount of foam covering Noah’s jaw, I gently move the razor Jacob had purchased down Noah’s jawline.

  “Stop staring, you are making me nervous” I advise Jacob, who is standing there watching me cautiously. His face grimacing every time I move the razor close to Noah’s.

  “Don’t worry about me, watch what you are bloody doing” he declares loudly as he starts chewing on his lip.

  “Do you want to do it?” I ask, as I attempt to hand Jacob the disposable razor. He instantly starts shaking his head, mortified that I would even ask him.

  “Then shut up!” I whisper harshly, causing Jacob to laugh loudly, his deep rumbling chuckle echoing around the room.

  “I have done this before you know?” I advise Jacob, causing him to raise his eyebrows into his hairline.

  “After my surprise birthday party, Noah let me shave him at the hotel” I advise, while smiling at the memory.

  Noah had organised a surprise birthday party for me for my nineteenth birthday. When we arrived at Maverick’s I had been expecting to watch Noah and his bandmates perform there for the very last time. So you can imagine my surprise when everyone yelled out “surprise” at the top of their lungs when we walked through the double wooden doors. Quickly peering around the room, I noticed that everyone I loved were all gathered in the one space. Jenni and Nicole quickly ran over to offer me their birthday wishes. I tried to reprimand them for organising the party, but they quickly informed me it wasn’t them. Nicole’s gaze turned towards Noah who was standing behind me, smiling his panty dropping grin. So much for him hating surprises, he had managed to organise this one while keeping me completely in the dark, maybe Noah likes surprises more than he was letting on.

  When he walked up behind me and whispered ‘happy birthday beautiful’ in my ear it caused goose bumps to form on my neck. But when he told me he was going to give me a good present tomorrow, with a hint of sexual undertone, I instantly started throbbing between my legs. When he kissed me passionately, I wanted to leave the party immediately and I think Noah may have been considering my request, until Jacob foiled my attempt at a hasty exit when he grabbed me tightly around the waist and started spinning me around the room. I caught the occasional glance of Noah as Jacob’s spins started to lessen. He was smiling while shaking his head, but I could still see the slight ticking of his jaw.

  Jacob only stopped spinning me once Maggie told him to behave himself.

  “Stop stirring that poor boy Jacob” Maggie reprimanded him.

  I was surprised when Maggie then handed me a glass of red wine. When I looked over towards Ollie, who was standing next to Noah, he seemed hesitant before mouthing to me a silent ‘happy birthday’. He then walked into his office that is hidden behind the bar. Ollie had never moved on his stance of no alcohol for the past year, but being my birthday he must have decided to be lenient that day.

  A lot of people assume I am joking when I tell them I am light weight, but it isn’t true. After the first glass of wine I could already feel the effects of the alcohol. Noah had already teased me sexually with his kiss earlier, so I couldn’t stop following after him like a little puppy dog. I followed his every movement and I stole as many kisses as I could. After a few more glasses, I don’t recall much of the party after that.

  I do remember waking up startled in the hotel room. I was still wearing my jeans and shirt, but my jacket and boots had been removed. It was only when I surveyed around the room and noticed all of the drooping, melted candles and two bunches of my favourite flowers that I realised Noah had organised us a hotel for the night.

  “Happy Birthday” he whispered, his voice a little hoarse from just waking up.

  When I turned towards him, he started to scoot himself up higher in the bed, the white sheet only just covering him. Noah was a true masterpiece, crafted to perfection. Looking at him made small tears form into my eyes knowing how incredibly lucky I was to have him in my life. I then leaped at him, before planting a long and simmering kiss on his delicious and warm lips.

  After being thoroughly satisfied, Noah organised some room service for breakfast while I had a quick shower. Not long after I got out of the shower we heard a tapping on the door where a voice behind it declared “Room Service”. Noah started strolling confidently towards the door.

  “Noah Gibson Taylor” I stated firmly, causing him to turn and face me, with one of his eyebrows cocked into the air.

  I narrowed my eyes at him, while glaring down towards his naked package. His face broke into the most mischievous grin, before he started to walk near me.

  “I fucking love when you get all jealous” he advised, before he pulled my head towards him to give me a scorching hot kiss.

  After he had made me all flustered, he quickly pulled the towel off my head and wrapped it around his naked waist, before answering the door. The room service attenda
nt was a middle aged lady; she was a little bit overweight but had the most dazzling green eyes. They sparkled brightly while roaming over Noah’s naked torso, as she wheeled the food trolley into our room.

  Once she had placed the trolley in the middle of the room, she looked over towards me and I could see that her cheeks were flushed, before she spun quickly on her heels and started to exit room.

  “Wait” Noah yelled, causing the room attendant to freeze in the middle of the doorway.

  Noah walked over to his jeans on the ground and bent down to collect his wallet.

  “You forgot your tip” he advised her, as he walked over and handed her some notes out of his wallet.

  When she took the money she used it to start fanning her flushed face. She turned to face me and gave me a little wink before walking out of the room.

  “You are a tease Noah” I laughed.

  “Only for you beautiful” he replied as he prowled over towards me seductively, lifting me from the ground, while forcing my legs to wrap around his waist, causing the small white towel to fall from his hips.

  Our breakfast was stone cold by the time we had gotten back to eating it, but I was so famished I would have eaten anything just to try and replace some of my energy that Noah had been draining from me all morning. When Noah ordered dinner I requested that he at least answered the door in his boxer shorts. The same room attendant was back to serve us, but this time she brought another lady in her mid-forties.

  “For assistance” she giggles in her heavy accent, that I guessed at the time may have been Russian.

  I turned towards Noah and he seemed oblivious to the ladies obvious ogling of him. He was forever a gentleman, helping them with the trolley and placing our used breakfast trolley out in the hotel corridor. When he tried to tip them they both refused the notes he was trying to hand them. Noah smiled brightly at them asking if they were sure, they then became even more flustered when they were rewarded for their generosity with his panty dropping grin.

  “No money” the lady replied, while waving her arms in front of herself.

  “Okay, thank you” Noah stated as he walked the ladies out of the hotel room, before turning around to face me.

  He was smiling but his eyebrows were pulled together in confusion. Noah is completely oblivious to his appeal, but that is what makes Noah even more attractive. To have looks like Noah, and not be arrogant about it, was a huge turn on. This time it was me that distracted him from consuming his dinner while it was hot.

  The next morning, I had just finished getting dressed and had packed my small overnight bag when I heard Noah filling the bathroom sink with water. I stood in the doorway, watching him as he lathered his face with shaving cream, before he slowly started running the razor down his face. Noah would perk his lips and as he swapped the razor to the other side of his jawline, his lips would move to the opposite side. I loved watching him do something so simple and I couldn’t wait until I could do it every morning.

  “What?” he eventually questioned.

  “Can I shave you?” I replied. I don’t know what compelled me to ask, but I wanted to see if Noah trusted me enough to have a sharp instrument so close to his face and neck.

  My heart soared when he held the razor out without hesitation. I skipped quickly into the bathroom and Noah lifted me to sit on the edge of vanity, before I carefully commenced shaving him. I only nicked his jawline once, when he kept laughing at my “serious concentration face”. Once the razor left a small cut just below his lip he quickly stopped laughing.

  “There you go baby, just like the old Noah” I whisper, as I finished the very last stroke of the razor. I then lower down my lips to place a gentle kiss on his warm, soft and deliciously smooth mouth.

  Chapter 31

  I am nervously sitting in the doctor’s office studying the other patients. I’m not just nervous about being at the doctors alone, but I am nervous that it is the first time I have left Noah since he was transferred to Ravenshoe Private Hospital. There are several heavily pregnant ladies sitting in the waiting room. Some appear like they are about to pop, where some only have small bumps on display. The lady sitting next to me stomach seems completely flat.

  The last time I had sat in the doctor’s office was with Jenni. That was the first time she saw baby Jasper on the ultrasound monitor. It only took hearing his heart beat for her to know she could never have an abortion. I have only seen Jasper four times since he was born, twice at the hospital he was born in, once when I was organising mine and Noah’s wedding and three days after Noah’s accident when Jenni came to visit Noah. She has visited since then, but she advised me that she didn’t want to bring Jasper into a hospital as she was worried about a hospital being full of dangerous germs for a newborn baby. I told her it was fine and that I fully understood her concern, but I missed seeing Jasper, he is the most precious little boy. I am glad Jenni is obsessed with updating her Facebook account with every little aspect of Jasper’s life. I am able to stay in regular contact and up to date just by checking her Facebook wall.

  This surgery was also the first place I had ever laid my eyes on Noah’s mom in person. She is the only person that has not visited Noah since his accident. I know that she knows he was injured, as Jacob had called her himself to advise her. Dr Morgan was the only obstetrician in Ravenshoe, so I wasn’t surprised that Jacob had booked an appointment at this surgery. But I was extremely grateful when I walked into the surgery to notice that Noah’s mom wasn’t behind the reception desk.

  I started tapping my foot fast on the ground, trying to distract myself from the urgent feeling to pee. I was bursting at the seams as Jacob had encouraged me to drink a whole two litres of water as ‘Dr Google’ recommended that amount for patients to drink before having an ultrasound. I am busting that much if they don’t call me soon I may end up wetting my pants.

  When a nurse enters the room from the corridor, I silently beg for her to call my name.

  “Rosa Porter” she calls out.

  I slump further in the chair and continue tapping my foot like crazy. It’s not working though and my stomach starts to cramp from holding my bladder so long. I quickly jump out of my seat and head to the lady seated behind the reception desk.

  “I’m sorry but I can’t hold in this water any longer” I advise her, while my face grimaces in pain from my busting bladder.

  I watch as the receptionist leans below her desk and grabs a small paper cup out from underneath.

  “Don’t empty all of your bladder, just fill this cup and then stop” she instructs.

  I scrutinize the cup that appears to be the size of a shot glass, before turning my gaze back towards the receptionist.

  “Seriously?” I question. She stares at me with her eyebrow raised, before she nods her head.

  I take the small paper cup off the receptionist and make my way to the bathrooms, that are located at the end of the long hallway. Once I fasten the toilet latch into place, I remove my stretchy black pants. I try my hardest to stop peeing once the cup is full, but the cup soon overflows as my bladder relishes finally being emptied. I eventually get my flow to lessen, but only after my bladder stop protesting about being forced to nearly burst.

  After I wash my hands, I make my way slowly out into the hallway trying to keep my face void of my guiltiness as I get closer to the reception desk. I quickly make my way down the hall and just as I was about to round the corner I crash directly into someone cutting around it.

  “Oh my god, I’m so sorry” I apologize, as I quickly bend down to collect the manila folders I had caused the person to drop.

  “It’s fine, don’t worry about it” giggles a female voice, as she helps me to gather all the folders.

  Once I lift my eyes to hand the folders back, I notice the eyes of Noah’s mom staring back at me. I try not to let my racing heart affect my composure, as I quickly hand the folders back to her before standing and attempting to walk past.

  “Emily?” she questions
.

  I freeze halfway between the hallway and the waiting room. I had never met Noah’s mom personally, so I am surprised she knows my name.

  “It is you, isn’t it?” she questions as her voice takes on a harsher tone. I turn around to face her as I walk back into the entrance way of the hall.

  “You’re the one he left everything to?” she questions angrily.

  “Excuse me” I reply confused.