ALWYAS, OUR SECRET DREAM 3
SKYLAR WILLIAMS
A girl from England who was searching for a place to escape, one that allowed her to live out her dreams without having to hide in the shadows.
One bratty message was how her journey started, giving her...
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"You've got high blood pressure, Mrs Williams. The babies are fine for now but you need to try and reduce your stress." The doctor a man I've never met informs me. His white wiry hair shouldn't annoy me and yet it does. Probably a pregnancy thing but I don't think I like him.
"And how do I do that? My husband isn't home till late tonight and I'm growing not one but two humans" I huff, not at all impressed with his lack of guidance and tone of voice. I swear if the next words out of his mouth aren't useful I'm going to have a bitch-fit and get Quinn to draw his ass out of here. Doctor or not.
"Bedrest." One word and he thinks that's enough. My nostrils flare and I can feel my face tighten with annoyance. Quinn's watching me like a hawk from the side of the bed waiting for me to give my next move. I close my eyes for a moment trying to calm myself and give the doctor a chance to continue. "I recommend you spent at least the next seven to ten days on bed rest. No physical lifting or working. You should keep your feet elevated, and drink lots of fluids - water, and ice chips. Follow your cravings as you would normally but take some time to relax. We need to bring your blood pressure down. That will in turn stop the spotting." I'm not completely sure I understand how my blood pressure can cause bleeding but I'm not going to press the doctor or the nurse. Especially when my next question is going to land on the doctor's ears and not the nurse who's just stepped away from us.
"What about sex? If that is off the table as I'm not sure if you've heard, pregnancy makes women exceptionally horny and my husband has been away for the past few days." My voice is firm as I ask my questions loving how the doctor blushes and looks away from me. A small smug smile kisses my lips as I glance over to Quinn who is trying to hold back a laugh by clamping a hand over her mouth. Her teeth sank into her palm. I bet she wishes she had gotten her phone out and pressed record.
The doctor coughs trying to steady himself before muttering a slightly embarrassed response as a ruby blush stains his face. "Sex is fine, just nothing too strenuous. You need to relax not pull a muscle."
Not being able to ignore adding more embarrassment to this experience for him I gasp "So we can't use toys and my husband can't fuck me roughly? Only vanilla relations, like missionary?" As soon as the words leave my mouth the doctor sputters on his tongue I know I've won. He scratches the back of his neck and tries to focus on my chart in his hand. The chart shakes in his tight grip as he tries to distract himself.
"Toys should be fine just nothing aggressive. I don't recommend the erm...rough sexual relations. Missionary is good for the next few days. Once you stop bleeding completely you will be able to switch up positions just keep in mind that you need to give your body time to heal and relax."
"Can I get that in writing to give to my husband? He'll worry and if I have it in writing he won't deny me a singular desire" I ask my doe eyes fluttering at the doctor in an attempt to act coy and innocent like it wasn't I who asked a sex question.
"Of course. I'll get something written up for you before you are discharged" he smiles his embarrassment covering him from head to toe. The doctor steps away from my bed, slipping my chart into the holder at the foot of the bed before turning on his heel and heading for the door. Calling back to me with his now much smoother, gravely voice "Nurse Lila will be back shortly to complete your ultrasound. Try to get some rest. You and your little ones need it."
I watch him leave the room, tugging the door closed behind him. Pausing for a moment behind the door beside the wide rectangular window as he shakes his head. As if he can feel my gaze he turns to look over his shoulder, his eyes locking on mine through the gap between the blinds. He covers his face with a hand as he stalks away, down the hall towards the nurse's lounge.
"Your fucking evil" Quinn hollers, laughing like a loony-toon from her position beside me. My attention turns away from the window and back to her. Searching her face for something, I'm not sure what I'm trying to find in her but when I don't respond she continues. "Did you see his face? He nearly swallowed his fucking tongue." her hair swooshes wildly down her back as her whole body shakes with ripples of laughter. "I wish you'd given me a clue, I would have recorded the whole thing."
Smiling at her I shake my head, trust us both to have had the same thought after the fact. In silence, I watch as she hands me her phone and presses the record button. Not sure what's about to happen I position the phone upwards to capture her every moment. When I give her a nod she pulls herself together before reenacting the whole conversation I'd just had with the doctor. Word for word she turns the fresh memory into some sort of play. Something I already know she will be sending in the family group chat.
"I'm glad I could bring you some entertainment" I laugh, probing the still recoding phone against my water jug on the table above my legs. Freeing up both my hands so I can wrap my arms protectively around my bump. Whispering a silent prayer to the gods above. 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆. 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆. At some point between the laughter and the silent prayer, I drifted off. Into a medical-induced blissful sleep. The kind of sleep you'd only ever experience at home when you are on some strong pain meds.
I jolt awake into a sudden loud ruckus outside my closed hospital room door, everyone's attention being pulled to the raised muffled voices. Quinn must have shut off the lights and rolled down the blinds behind me basking the room into faded darkness. The only light coming from the cracks in the blind, which Quinn has her nose stuffed between. Trying her best to remain hidden and get the answers that we are all searching for.
"What's happening?" I whisper, not sure if whatever is happening outside is safe to make a noise or not. "I wish you could see this, Sky" she laughs her voice as early silent as mine. "The doctors are trying to stop someone from entering your room." All laughter dies inside the room and my heart rate spikes. The machine beside me beeps wildly as I try to contain my anxiety. Not from fear but excitement. He's here. My heart felt it before my brain processed the feeling. He came home for me. Why are they barricading my door? Don't they know he's my husband? But wait, Bryan's still on his photo shoot, he doesn't know that I'm here. If he did then Quinn would know it's him and not be watching with as much confusion as everyone else. But should I trust my intuition or what I know?
I sigh followed by a heavy intake of air "Open the door" I growl across the room to Quinn. She looks back at me from over her shoulder, giving me a stare that asks the question 'Are you insane?' When she doesn't move I raise my voice again this time with a more aggressive growliness "Open the fucking door, Quinn"
A/N
Happy Tuesday!
I'm not sure if you guys saw my update on my page but I decided to enter the 'Triwizard Tournament' - please go and check out the new book on my page. I'd love to hear your thoughts!
