She hung up the phone and began dialing Dr. Berringen’s office as she glanced up at the clock, she realized it was three minutes before closing. Answering machine, she thought, damn it! They must have shut their lines off before they actually closed. As much as she hated to, she choked on her pride and called Dave. Maybe he’d lend her the money.
“Dave?” she asked as he answered his cell during his ride home.
“Yes?” he teased.
“I hate to ask you this. I really do, but I need a favor.”
“Name it,” he said.
“I just called in Emma’s prescription and the pharmacist said it’ll be almost five thousand dollars for a 90 day supply,” she paused. “And I was wondering….”
“Kelly, I told you, I’ll pay for everything. I’ll turn around and come back to your house. We’ll get this all sorted out,” he said, making a U-turn.
“Dave, I don’t want you to pay for her medicine too. It was nice enough that you paid for all of her testing and everything, but you’re my boyfriend, not my sugar daddy.”
“I wish you’d understand that I can afford this and it’s no problem to help you out in any way possible. I’ll be there in a few minutes,” he said as they hung up.
Within minutes, he was pulling up to the house. As he came inside, he saw Emma playing on her tablet. “Where’s your mom at Munchkin?”
“She’s in the kitchen,” she said, pointing him in the direction.
When he walked into the kitchen, he saw her head buried in her hands. He walked behind her and began rubbing her shoulders.
“It’s going to be okay. Everything. I promise,” he said trying to reassure her.
“You keep saying that, yet she keeps getting worse.”
“Sometimes you have to have faith that things will work out in your favor.”
“I wish they would,” she said, patting his hand.
“You call the pharmacy and get them on the phone. I’ll take care of the rest.”
She called MaxCare back and got the same gentleman back on the phone. After explaining the nature of their relationship and that he was willing to pay for the medication, the pharmacist asked to speak to him.
“This is David Carr,” he said, answering the phone.
“Hi David, this is Sam at MaxCare and from what Miss Hall has explained, you’d like to pay for Emma’s medication?”
“Yes, that’s correct. All of it. I’d like you to keep my credit card on file and charge it each time you send her medication out.”
“Would that be just for the Humira or for her methotrexate as well?” the pharmacist asked.
“Both, please.”
After reading his credit card information to the pharmacist, he handed the phone back to Kelly. She wrapped up the end of the phone call as she began crying.
“What’s wrong?” Dave asked.
“I feel so…so…useless! You’re paying for everything because I can’t, and I feel like shit about it. I’ve always paid for things, but now I can’t. I just don’t feel like a good mom right now.”
“What are you talking about? You’re a great mom! That’s one of the things that attracted me so much to you.”
“I don’t feel like a great mom. I feel like a piece of shit. You’re so good to us,” she hugged him.
“I want her to get better just as much as you do. When summer rolls back around, we’re going to get her in that pool and keep her busy as much as humanly possible.”
“How did I get so lucky?” she asked as she leaned upward to kiss him.
“That’s funny, I was about to ask the same thing,” he returned her kiss. “When will the medicine be here?”
“He said next week, but I’ll have to schedule an appointment with Dr. Berringen for her initial dose, so she probably won’t have it for close to two weeks.”
“We’ll make it through that. Even if I have to come over here to watch her while you go to work, I will.”
Kelly thought about what he said for a moment and remembered she only had two points until she’d get fired. “You might have to do that.”
That night, Dave stayed over, not wanting to leave the girls alone. They needed support now more than ever. As the couple lay in bed snuggling, he began trailing kisses down her neck. She eagerly returned them by biting on his ear lobe as they began a hot and heavy make-out session. Grabbing a handful of her firm breast, he moved to the top buttons on her shirt. One at a time, he slowly wrestled with each button until her bra was completely exposed. He turned her over and climbed on top of her; admiring the view of her cleavage.
He slipped his polo shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor as she began unbuttoning the top of his jeans. With her fingers close to his pleasure zone, his manhood began hardening instantly. Tenderly, he reached under her and began pulling her blouse out of the waistband of her pants; she raised her bottom, helping him along. Her heart rate quickened as he began seductively planting kisses along the outline of her cleavage. When he reached her navel, he began undoing her pants, taking them down. Slowly, he worked his way back up to her thighs, lightly tickling them with his nose as he kissed the outside of her silk panties. Her moisture dared to saturate them as he began making her wet with anticipation.
Hooking his fingers inside the side straps of her panties, he gently pulled them down; she shimmied her way out of them with his assistance.
“Now where was I?” he teased as his fingers traced the outline of her slit.
Chills ran down her spine; his touch was so soft and deliberate. She could crumble under his spell—and he knew it. He continued by working the tip of his tongue against her clit; first running it in fast circles and later, in long, slow strokes. She bucked her hips wildly as her excitement continued to grow.
“I have an idea,” she whispered. “Let’s do a 69.”
He nodded and backed off of her, lying next to her on the bed as she began to climb on top of him. Slowly, she positioned herself on top of him and started to go down on him. Taking the entire length of his shaft inside of her mouth, she began deep throating him. The more she deep throated him, the faster his tongue swiped her clitoris. Almost matching each other’s pace, they were going wild on one another; almost as if to see who could get whom off faster. When he was about to lose control, he stopped going down on her momentarily and asked to switch positions.
“Kelly,” he spoke softly, “let’s switch positions. I’m not going to last much longer if you keep that up.”
Smiling, Kelly stopped and allowed him to lie down as she climbed on top of him. Lowering herself down onto him, she stared deep into his eyes as she took him inside of her. At the rate she was going, he could feel every single inch of his member enter her; he was glad when it was finally all the way inside of her. The anticipation was pure torture to him, and she knew it. After she was in position, she began slowly rising up and down on his member as he fondled her luscious breasts.
Her nipples were hard and swollen, about the size of marbles. He lightly squeezed and pinched them as she rode him cowgirl style. Sensing that he was getting close, she turned herself around and rode him, reverse cowgirl. As she continued grinding his cock with her wetness, his breathing became more labored. His soft moans were turning into louder grunts as she worked his thick shaft in and out of her. He began aggressively pounding her from under her as he wildly bucked his hips. Balancing herself on top of him as he thrust her, she leaned forward and grabbed a hold of his ankles as she continued to ride him.
Teasingly, she used her right hand to reach his sac, still balancing herself with her left hand and began playing with his balls. The pleasure was too much; he wouldn’t last long with the rapid pace she was going. He reached up and grabbed onto both of her hips, and using his body weight, he maneuvered her at his own pace. As she felt his big, strong grip manhandle her, she began having an orgasm; her already drenched lady parts saturated his entire member. The warm pool of her cum felt too good; he couldn’t contain himself any
longer.
With a wicked force, he began drilling her while still beneath her. As his thick cock drove into her, she could feel his member swelling up inside of her. She watched in delight as his testicles shrank right before her eyes as he sprayed his seed deep inside her tunnel of love. Sweaty, she collapsed on top of him, panting for air.
Chapter Twelve
“Her Humira is finally here,” Kelly said as she made the appointment with Dr. Berringen. “How soon can you get her in?”
His assistant placed her on hold as she consulted with the doctor. “Miss Hall, thank you for holding. Dr. Berringen doesn’t have any immediate openings on his schedule, but he asked if you could bring her by tomorrow afternoon during his lunch break.”
“Oh, I hate to bother him during lunch. Are you sure you don’t have anything available?” she asked, reading the leaflet that came with her medication.
“No, I’m sorry. We don’t have anything open until the beginning of April. Dr. Berringen is going on vacation for two weeks at the beginning of February, so with that and the nature of the practice, nothing’s open.”
“All right, I’ll bring her in tomorrow. What time should we come in?” she asked, thinking of how she had to be at work. It was unlikely that Heather would be able to trade with her on such short notice.
“He usually goes to lunch around noon, so if you could come just before then so we know you’re here, he’ll see her then.”
“I’ll make sure we’re there. Thank you,” she said, hanging up the phone.
She didn’t expect the initial loading dose to be two injections; she felt terrible that her baby had to endure that. The training was simple, though, the nurse walked her right through it, and they practiced before leaving. Feeling confident that they had everything under control, they left the office and hoped the medicine would work.
She hadn’t called in that morning. With her current attendance, she’d missed one day—during the week of New Year’s—making this her 10th point. She knew she’d be fired. Rather than listening to her boss berate her over the phone, she never looked back. She accepted the fact that she would have to find a different job though she probably wouldn’t have the hours she needed, some things in life were more important. Making the decision to care for Emma wasn’t hard for her; she loved that little girl more than life herself.
“So how did her initial dose go?” Dave asked when he dropped by that night.
“It went as good as could be expected, I suppose. She said it hurt, but she was a trooper and hung in there.”
“Did they say when she might notice it working?”
“It’s difficult to say. Some patients see results right away, others say it takes months. Almost every person is different. I’m sure she’ll let us know.”
“What did Brian say when you called in today?” he casually asked.
“I didn’t call in.”
“Oh, did Heather trade with you again?”
“No. I quit.”
“You did?” he asked with his mouth hanging open. “What made you decide to do that?”
“It’s not that I decided to do it. I was tired of always asking Heather to trade with me and I had used up all my points. If I missed one more day, I was going to get fired. Today was that day,” she said, looking at the floor.
“That’s okay, it’s not like you needed that creep yelling at you all the time. You’re under enough stress as it is.”
“Tell me about it,” she agreed.
“Hey, I have some good news for you. Are you ready to hear it?” he asked.
“Sure.”
“You know the Emma Buggy Fund?” Kelly nodded, how could she forget? “Well, it now has almost 1.2 million dollars in it! It was a huge success!”
“Are you kidding me? That’s incredible!” she hugged him. “That’s going to help so many families! I’m so excited.”
“I knew that would brighten your day! Let’s go tell Emma.”
Emma shrieked with joy when they told her the good news. “Mom, Dave, I’m proud of you guys. You’ve done so much to take such good care of me!” she said as she threw her arms around them.
Yeah, such good care that I don’t know how I’m going to provide for us now, she thought. She returned her hug as she smiled down at her. Oh, I’m going to have to start job hunting tomorrow. I hope I can find something with decent hours. At least something that doesn’t have swing shifts. This was the lowest she’d felt about herself in a long time.
“How about if I treat us to dinner?” Dave offered.
“Yes!” Emma exclaimed as she put down her tablet. “Can we go to Ponderosa?”
“Ponderosa? Don’t you want to go someplace nicer?” Dave asked her.
“It’s her favorite,” Kelly interjected.
“Oh, well if it’s her favorite, then by all means, that’s where we have to go. After all, we are celebrating the enormous success of her fundraiser.”
Over the next few weeks, Kelly’s emotions were on a full-speed roller coaster as she tormented herself about whether or not she did the right thing. On one hand, she thought, I’m a great mother. I did what any mom would do in my shoes: take care of my child, but, on the other hand, I also let our only source of income go right out the window. She scoured over the newspaper ads searching for a job in which she was qualified for. It seemed as though the only jobs she could do were ones that offered horrible hours, such as straight graveyard shifts or rotating swing shifts. There was no way that she could work either of those. She needed a straight day job.
Sensing that she was down and at the end of her rope, Dave decided to take her out. He planned a romantic evening with just the two of them, making it her little get away from reality. With the help of some friends, he was able to reserve a private table at an upscale restaurant on The Landing in downtown St. Louis.
“I’m taking you out tomorrow night,” he said as he rubbed her shoulders.
“We can’t leave Emma,” she said.
“I’ve already called Dawn and she said she’ll sit with her. You’ve been so stressed out lately that I thought you could use a night out. These neck and back muscles are so tense.”
“I know,” she said as she rolled her head, trying to loosen her neck up. “Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise so I’m not at liberty to say, but you will need to wear something dressy.”
“Oh, Dave, you know that I don’t have anything really nice, plus I’ve gained almost 15 pounds since I lost my job. All I do is sit around and eat. I’m nearly as big as the house. Pretty soon, you’ll be singing that Fatty, Fatty song.”
He laughed, “The what song?”
“You’ve heard it, right?”
“No? Sing it for me.”
“Fatty, fatty two-by-four, can’t fit through the kitchen door!”
Laughing hysterically, he replied, “No, I’ve never heard that song. Where in the hell did you get that from?”
“My dad used to sing it to me when I was a kid. I told you he was an ass.”
“That’s terrible. I’m sorry that I laughed.”
“No, it’s okay. It actually kind of is a funny song, as long as you’re not a teenage girl.”
“And you look beautiful. You can’t even tell that you’ve gained weight. Just wear a nice skirt and a blouse.”
“I don’t know Dave. I really don’t feel like going out,” she sighed.
“Please? What if I bought you a lovely pair of earrings to go out with? Would you let me take you to dinner then?” he teased.
“Maybe. No, seriously, I’ll see what I can dig up out of my closet that might fit. What time are we going?”
“I made our reservations for 6:30 PM. We should probably drop Emma Buggy off at Dawn’s house about an hour before so we have plenty of time to get down there in rush hour traffic and get parked and everything.”
“Okay, but I’m just telling you right now. I haven’t been feeling too hot so if I poop out on you, it’s just becau
se I’ve worn myself out lately.”
“We’re going to have a great time. You just make sure you get plenty of rest and I’ll come pick you up.”
The next day, Kelly was so tired. She tried napping in the afternoon, but she couldn’t fall asleep with the sun beaming down in her windows. Restless, she rifled through her closet, attempting to find an outfit that would fit her. She finally settled on a dress that she’d bought when she first got pregnant with Emma. It was a classic black dress with a V-neck that twisted around the V-line and tied in a neat knot. She liked it because it was the perfect length; not too long and not too short. It also showed off her figure, flattering her stomach, giving it a flat appearance.
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