Missed Times

Chapter Seventeen

"I feel more than fine," I exhale as I'm coming down from another orgasm, my head falling back to the pillow. "Seriously, stop asking."

I look at Carina who's looking intently at me, her head resting on her left hand.

"Aren't you the expert on female orgasms?" I tease her, as I sit on the bed. It was sweet the first time she asked me if I was okay after I came, but now I'm getting annoyed.

"Whatever", Carina rolls her eyes.

"Do you really believe I could die from an orgasm?" I laugh.

"Stop it," Carina says, pointing at me with her finger.

"I mean, it's a great way to die, I wouldn't mind dy-"

Carina kisses me shutting me up.

"Stop talking about it, you're not going anywhere," Carina rolls over me.

"Carina, you're late," I say when her lips travel down my neck just to make her aware that 10 minutes ago she had to go but neither of us made the effort to stop.

"I know" Carina looks at me, she grins and kisses me one more time.

Her phone goes off, she groans and still on top of me glances at it.

"I'm so late," Carina gets up from the bed running to the bathroom.

"I told you," I chuckle as I get up from the bed.

I grab Carina's t-shirt and put it on to go to the kitchen to get some water.

"You know, most of my patients don't listen to me, but this one actually did and now I really have to run".

Carina says as she's buttoning her blouse.

"Oh, oh," I say as I open the fridge and see the lasagna.

"What?" Carina looks at me while she tucks her blouse in.

"The lasagna," I look at Carina and she frowns.

"Cazzo, I totally forgot".

"I can finish it and take it to the Station if you don't mind," I say casually. I really don't have much to do and if I stay here all day I'm pretty sure I'll lose my mind.

"Great idea bambina, you can come to Grey-Sloan and take my car, the copies should be here somewhere," Carina runs to the door and looks at me. "I love you".

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I did it, I baked the lasagna. I was about to google how to when I got a text from Carina with the time and temperature needed, she didn't write anything else, but still made me smile.

My Uber is 10 minutes away so I leave the lasagna by the table while I go to the desk to find the copy from Carina's car, I don't want to bother her while she's working, this way is better and also I don't want to run into Dr. Santos again, I trust my wife, but I don't need to see his face every time I go over there.

I found the copy inside a pen-holder, while I'm taking it out some pens fall directly to the trash can. I bend over and when I'm about to take out the last pen I see a crumpled paper and it reads Seattle Sperm Bank. Wait a minute, Seattle what now?

I take it out of the trash as fast as I can, is this what I think it is? This is a form, but the only line filled is the one with the patient's name: Carina DeLuca-B

That's it, that's all there is, she was about to write Bishop but stopped and threw it away, I look at the paper from both sides and I notice my hands are shaking, what does this mean? The date is blank so I have no idea of when was this intended to be filled, I don't even know if I was part of this or not, would I like to be part of it?