Stanton Unconditional

by T L Swan

  “Oh my god Cam, you’re in your doctor’s get up. Is this the hospital you work at?” He nods and smiles as he looks down at his coat.

  “Yeah, I start at ten,” he replies.

  I hunch my shoulders up like a little kid. “Ohh, this is so exciting.” I bound over to give him a cuddle and he laughs out loud.

  “Shit, I’m getting a photo.” I run to my bag and get my phone and turn to see a proud as punch Cameron. Probably nobody took a photo of him on his first day. I start to click away.

  “I’ll send this one to the girls, so try to look hot,” I smile.

  “That won’t be hard, I am hot,” he replies.

  Joshua rolls his eyes. “Yeah, smoking.” I smirk at Joshua who is now sitting on the bed watching the photo shoot.

  “Tash, I have an idea. Why don’t you go and find a nurse’s outfit and then let me take some photos of you looking hot,” Joshua whispers.

  I fake-scowl at him and shake my head.

  “Cam, where’s Murph?” Joshua’s eyes flick to Cameron.

  Cameron frowns, ” I don’t think he is coming until later. The press have got a hold of your overdose and the office is swamped with reporters.”

  Margaret enters the room. “Joshua,” she runs to him and breaks into tears and I know the fun conversations are over. This is about to get heavy. “You could have died. What were you thinking you stupid boy?” She nervously smiles at me and I fake a smile in return. They embrace as she cries. “I thought I was going to lose you. Don’t ever put me through that again. You have no idea how terrifying the flight was, not knowing if you were going to be alive when I got off at the other end.”

  “Sorry, it was an accident. I didn’t mean it,” he replies.

  She pulls back from the embrace. “Why were you taking cocaine, Joshua?”

  Joshua hangs his head. “I don’t know.”

  “Dear god, Cameron, do you take cocaine?” she stammers as her eyes flick to him.

  “No, Joshua has never done it before either. It was a one-off thing. It just got out of hand,” Cameron sighs.

  Mmm, even I can see he is lying. What the hell? Cameron too. This partying lifestyle is coming to a stop right now for the both of them. Cameron is now a doctor for heaven’s sake and Joshua is a frigging millionaire. This is just ridiculous. My mind flicks back to that asshole Carson. I hate him even more now if that’s possible.

  I give a weak smile. “I will give you some privacy and get some coffee. I will be back later.”

  Joshua looks at me and frowns. “Ben can get you that. You are not leaving the room every time my mother enters it. I thought we were in this together.” His eyes challenge me.

  Shit, I swallow uncomfortably. “We are but … Josh, spend some alone time with your mother. I want to go and see Max and ring the girls anyway.” He holds out his hand for me and my eyes flick nervously to Margaret who is watching me attentively.

  “Natasha, dear, we need to talk,” Margaret says quietly. I bite my bottom lip and look at the ground. I so don’t want to talk to this bitch, I despise her … every damn thing about her, and now I know she is a lying adulterer, I hate her even more if that’s possible. Joshua picks up my hand and kisses the back of it as his eyes plead with me to make peace with his mother.

  I give a resigned smile. “Yes ok, I will make some calls and be back in about fifteen minutes.” Joshua smiles warmly and kisses my hand again. “Take Max with you baby. I don’t want you walking around here on your own.” I roll my eyes, Cam smiles and pulls me into a headlock.

  “Come on Marx I will show you the hot nurses on level four.”

  I pull a disgusted face. “Jeez, I can’t wait.”

  An hour later I am in the lounge area talking to Max. “So have you called Holly?”

  He smiles. “Yes, but she worked last night and now it’s the middle of the night there, so I have just left her a message for when she wakes up.” I nod. Max has met an Australian woman and is really quite smitten with her. She is thirty-four and widowed with two kids. She lives in the building next to mine. They would speak when they ran into each other in the front garden and it went from there. I have met her and she seems nice, and very attractive. She’s a radiologist at the hospital and does shift work. I hope it works out for him. His first wife left him because he worked too much. He came home one day and the house was wiped out with a note saying she had met someone else. Poor guy, he says she was obviously the wrong woman anyway if that’s how she respected marriage. I can’t imagine how horrific that would be. We have actually become quite good … I don’t know what you would call it … friends maybe. He’s cranky but honest with a dry sense of humour and I hate to admit it but I kind of like having him around. If the truth be known I would have told Max to return to America weeks ago if it wasn’t for this little romance he has going on. I figure Joshua has the money to pay him so why not stretch it out and see where it goes. It is weighing heavily on my mind now though, because I will obviously be moving back here.

  “How are things going?” Max asks as we walk up the corridor to the room together.

  I hunch my shoulders like a little kid. “Pretty good, I feel like we haven’t been apart.”

  “And that’s good?” He smiles.

  I smile and widen my eyes. “Yes, that’s very good.”

  He nods his crooked smile.

  I knock tentatively on Joshua’s hospital room door. The door opens in a rush as Joshua opens it. “Here’s my girl,” he smiles as he bends to kiss me. My eyes glance around the room. “Mother has left.” I blow out a breath in relief and put my hand up to my chest. Joshua narrows his eyes at me. Oh shit, busted … mother hating.

  “Where did you go?” he asks as he raises his eyebrows.

  “Cam gave me a tour of the emergency department where he is working and introduced me to the head of the psych ward,” I reply as I walk into the room.

  He nods and sits on the bed. “I don’t really want you working when you move here.”

  I drop my handbag onto the chair and put my hands on my hips in question. “What do you mean?” I frown.

  “I thought I would take six months off and we could go travelling.”

  I smile in excitement. “Really? Where would we go?”

  “Where wouldn’t we go is the question.” He smirks.

  “I thought you said you were in the middle of a big project and couldn’t leave work,” I reply.

  He hunches his shoulders. “My priorities have changed.”

  “What does that mean? What are your priorities now?” I ask.

  He bends and gives me a gentle kiss. “You … making you happy is my only priority.”

  Relief fills me. I like that answer … I like it a lot. “If you want to make me happy, Josh, can you please not take cocaine again,” I murmur into his chest.

  “Don’t worry about that. I scared the hell out of myself. I will never touch the shit again.”

  “And Cam, can you tell him not to do it either,” I ask.

  He bends and kisses my neck, “Stop worrying presh. Cameron is a big boy and he is only young. I’m not being a fun cop for him.”

  “Well I’m going to be and I don’t care what you say,” I scowl.

  He raises an eyebrow at me in silent disapproval but keeps his opinion to himself.

  “You don’t think I should work for six months to secure a good job before we leave?” I question.

  “No,” he answers deadpan. “I don’t want you doing sexual psychology at all Natasha.” I frown and step back from him in question.

  “Tash, I don’t want you dealing with sexually fucked-up deviants that are just dying to bang you and add you to their sex addiction,” he replies flatly as he takes a sip of his water.

  “Is that a joke?” I snap. “How dare you say that to me? I did six fucking years at university, Joshua. It is my chosen career and you will have no say in what I do!” I snap. He raises his eyebrows in a silent dare and sits on the bed. “We’ll se
e.”

  I scowl at him and head into the bathroom. He’s bloody lucky he’s in hospital because I feel like chucking a total wobbly right now. I take my time going to the bathroom while trying to calm my anger and reminding myself about compromise. When I come out there is a young man sitting in the chair next to Joshua’s bed.

  He stands. “Hi, I’m Peter. I’m from the rehab team. I will be working with Joshua for the next few days. Joshua just told me you are also a psychologist.”

  I fake a smile at Joshua. “Yes I am. Sexual psychologist actually.” Put that in your pipe and smoke it, asshole.

  Peter raises his eyebrows, “Wow, interesting line of work.”

  I smile again. “Yes, very.” Joshua purses his lips in disapproval. “I will leave you two to it then,” I smile. I give Joshua a brief kiss on the lips and go to head out the door.

  “Tash, my mother is coming to take you out for coffee at four.”

  My face drops but I quickly recover and smile. “Great, I will look forward to it.”

  Four o’clock and I am dreading the coffee date like the plague. Margaret smiles like a Cheshire cat on heat as she walks down the corridor toward me.

  “Hello, thank you for agreeing to meet me,” she purrs.

  My skin prickles in contempt. “I’m only here for Joshua, Margaret. It has nothing to do with you,” I snap. I inwardly cringe because that came out harsher than I intended it to.

  She nods nervously. “Right,” she replies. “There is a café across the road. Would that be ok?” she asks. Why in the hell is she being so nice? It’s giving me the creeps.

  I nod and we walk to the café in uncomfortable silence. “Max, can you wait outside the café for us?” I ask. He nods and takes a seat on the sidewalk.

  Ten minutes later we are seated and waiting for our order without speaking. I have nothing to say to Margaret. Last time I saw her I nearly slapped her face off. I can’t believe I actually hit her. What in the hell is going on with me and the bitch slapping lately? I frown as I try to forget the disturbing thought. Margaret grabs my hand over the table and I bite my lip to stop myself from speaking.

  “Natasha … can we please call a truce … for Joshua’s sake.”

  I force out a nod. “Margaret, I have never wanted to fight with you. You are the one who hates me.”

  “I have never hated you dear. Please understand it from my point of view. My nineteen-year-old son comes home and tells me he’s fallen in love with his seventeen-year-old first cousin. That he has been having sex with her every day for a month and that he is going to marry her.”

  I look down and smile as my heart melts. “He said that?” I ask. “He said he wanted to marry me?”

  She sits back and frowns. “From that whole sentence that’s the only information you took.”

  I nod, embarrassed. “Sorry, carry on.”

  “And then, not two weeks later, she sleeps with someone else and breaks his heart and I have to put him on a plane to go to the other side of the world alone … and devastated.”

  I swallow the lump in my throat as the horrible taste of guilt rises from my stomach. I look her in the eyes. “I never slept with another man, Margaret. I lied so that Joshua wouldn’t throw his life away on me. I knew he would never let me leave him unless I told him that and it has haunted me ever since. To this day, I have never had sex with another man.”

  She goes silent and sits back in her chair in shock. “What, never?” I shake my head. Her face drops.

  “I know this sounds strange to you, but Joshua and I are truly in love and you have made us miserable with your venom. Joshua should never have to choose between us Margaret. It is just not fair to put him in that position. I would never do that to him but you seem to do it easily.”

  She drops her head. “I know.”

  “And then you come to me after I let my father die telling me that we are not even related, when you have hated me for all these years. How do you expect me to react?”

  She tears up as she looks at me. “Natasha … I’m so sorry. I felt you were dangerous to Joshua. His love for you is all consuming and I know that in all honesty if you left him again it would break him … and I was right. He took a cocaine overdose. But in the end when I saw him so miserable I couldn’t do it to him any longer. I had to tell you the truth.”

  I sit back in my chair. “Tell me, are you going to tell your son the truth about his paternity?” I ask as I raise an eyebrow in contempt.

  Her face drops. “Natasha, please don’t judge me. After I had Scott,” she looks around the café to make sure nobody is listening, “ Robertwas working all the time and lost interest in me sexually. I was only twenty-two years old. He was away three weeks out of four and I was pretty sure he was having an affair. I was miserable.” The waitress arrives with our coffee. Margaret stops talking immediately. “Thank you,” she smiles. “We had a friend that used to come to the house regularly to check on me and Scott, at Robert’s request. He was my only friend at the time and I came to depend on him. His marriage had temporarily broken up and we leaned on each other for support. We talked a lot, and often he would come over and then stay for dinner. We were both very lonely. One night after a few wines he told me that he used to fantasise about me … sexually… when he was alone in bed.” My eyes widen as I imagine the situation she is setting for me. “I was totally shocked and asked him to leave immediately. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It haunted me, Natasha. I was in my sexual prime and I was married to a man who saw me as a mother to his child and nothing more. It was a very difficult time for me.”

  “I can’t imagine what it would be like to be married to someone like that,” I whisper. She smiles. “You will never have to worry about that. The chemistry you have with Joshua runs too deep.” I give her a thankful smile, she didn’t have to say that. “Anyway, I thought about it for two whole months and in the end I was fantasising about him in my bed as well. I wanted to feel wanted, I wanted to feel desired. Robert went away for four months and as usual our friend would call daily to check on me. The sexual tension between us became unbearable and one night he kissed me on the lips goodnight. I got nervous and asked him to leave, but he didn’t. He stayed out in his car for four hours while I paced inside, distraught at what I was about to do. When he knocked again at two in the morning I didn’t have any resistance left. I broke Natasha, I gave into temptation. We made passionate love every day and night for a month. I fell totally in love with him and when Robert was due home in a few weeks I told this man of my intentions to leave Robert so we could be together.” I sit back in shock, this is not the story I expected. “He told me to not be a fool and that he was going back to his wife.” She tears up at the memory. My stomach drops and I actually feel … pity for her. “He told me that we could never be together and that he would not choose me over his friend and that if I told Robert he would make my life misery. I was heartbroken—how could I have been so stupid. I threw away my marriage vows on a man who was using me for sex.” She wipes her tears with a tissue and takes a sip of her coffee. “When Robert got back he was different. The man I married was back and he admitted that he had in fact had an affair and wanted us to start again. To try and be a family unit for Scott’s sake. How could I say no when I had been just as deceitful. I jumped at the chance to stay with the man who I had previously been deeply in love with.” She wipes her eyes again with her tissue. “Anyway to cut a long story short I found out two months later that I was pregnant but I didn’t think the child could be through the affair as we had always used condoms. And, besides, Robert and I had fallen back in love and a child was a blessing. My beautiful Joshua was a gift. He brought me so much happiness and I thanked god every day that I had been given a second chance at happiness.”

  Empathy wins and I smile and grab her hand over the table. “Margaret, I know how it feels to give into temptation. I fell in love with my first cousin remember. Every night we would fight our conscience to be together. It wa
s dreadful.”

  She nods and smiles as if understanding. “When Joshua was sixteen he fell off a horse and lost a lot of blood.” I frown as the next part of the story unfolds. “Anyway his father was away at the time overseas and Joshua ended up needing a blood transfusion. When the doctors tested his blood type it came back that he had a very rare blood type and that it was not genetically possible that he could be a full sibling to his brothers. I have never been so crushed. Joshua was the son of another man. How could I have done this to Joshua and his beloved father?” My eyes cloud over now as I realise this was a terrible mistake. I actually feel sorry for her. “To make matters worse I had to go to this man who is still a friend of Robert’s and tell him the truth so he could donate the lifesaving blood Joshua needed. He was mortified and if the truth came out he would lose everything, his wife, his kids, and his best friend. He has threatened me with violence if I ever told anybody.”

  I frown. “Margaret, is this man dangerous?” I whisper.

  She nods. “Unfortunately yes, and unstable.” She wipes her eyes again with her tissue. “It was he who brought it to my attention that the only way this secret would come out is if you and Joshua stayed together and had genetic testing … for pregnancy and things.” My eyes widen as I understand. She sobs out loud.

  “I knew I had to keep you apart … at all costs.” I nod as I grab her hand and she squeezes it.

  “Natasha, will you keep my secret … please. No good can come of this getting out. Joshua will be devastated, Robert will be devastated. This man will lose everything and take vengeance on me. Robert will probably leave me and Joshua will not be a Stanton.” I frown as my tears threaten again.

  “Margaret, you are asking me to lie to the man I love. I can’t do that,”I whisper.