Avenoir

Avenoir - Hillary

Hillary

I stand next to Dr. Evans, watching that fucking crazy maniac Kristen DiMera hanging off Mr. Black, practically choking him. Dr. Evans quietly takes my chin in her hand and checks my face.

"Are you okay?" she asks softly. I nod, my eyes wide, unable to say anything. All I can think about is the noises she was making earlier and how warm and soft she is. And she smells like... flowers and sex and.... oh fuck, this is really, really bad because my heart is pounding and so are other parts of me. "I'm so sorry," she whispers, and I am not entirely sure what she is apologizing for. For Ms. DiMera smacking the smart mouth off my face, for getting me involved in this, or for having to listen to her screaming for Jesus for an hour.

"It's fine," I say brightly. "Really."

"....You chose me!" Ms. DiMera's voice is so high-pitched, I think if there were dogs around here, they'd all be baying for blood. "We were married by a priest, in front of God." She's pawing Mr. Black's well-muscled chest, although it is covered by a crumpled, black, long-sleeved t-shirt. I sense Dr. Evans wincing beside me, and I look up at her. She's so fucking pretty it almost hurts. How Ms. DiMera thinks Mr. Black will even give her bony ass a second glance when Dr. Evans is sashaying around looking like a fucking goddess, I have no idea.

"That was your idea, John. You made vows to me, you promised to be mine for the rest of our lives. You can't turn your back on me now!" Ms. DiMera claws at his face and seems to be completely missing the way he is looking down at her in distaste. That woman is really freakin' delusional.

"Oh, I wouldn't be too sure about that!"

I look up to see the outer office door swinging open and Dr. Laura Horton steps through the door.

"Hello sweetie," she looks across at Dr. Evans and then pauses as she looks her up and down. A large smile spreads slowly across her face. "Well, well, well! Good on you, Marlena!"

"What the actual fuck!?" Kristen DiMera is still hanging off Mr. Black's neck as she turns her head to glare at Dr. Horton. "I thought there was supposed to be a fucking gas leak in this part of the hospital. Someone may as well be selling tickets!"

"Oh, I wouldn't miss this for anything, Kristen." Laura Horton takes several more steps into the room and then looks at Dr. Evans again. "I'm so sorry I was late to this little party, honey, but I had to make a stop first."

"Laura," Dr. Evans still has her arm around my shoulder, and I have to resist the urge to slide mine around her waist, or accidentally feel up her fantastic ass (not that I've ever noticed it before, truly!). "What are you doing here? What did you mean, you wouldn't be too sure?"

"Well, that's just the thing," Dr. Horton leans against the filing cabinet and crosses her arms, grinning smugly. "I was at the nursery earlier when I encountered something unexpected. Someone. And it got me to wondering."

There is a long moment of silence as Dr. Horton waits for one of us to ask her what exactly she'd been wondering.

"Wondering what, Laura darling?" Mrs. Horton does the honors, eventually.

"How it is that Kristen just gave birth, and her stomach is so amazingly flat." Dr. Laura lifts her eyebrows and gives us all a quirky smile before her gaze comes to rest on Ms. DiMera. The look on the woman's face is actually kinda hilarious. She looks furious and confused and just a little bit terrified. "How it is she never put on any weight at all when she was pregnant. Why she wouldn't ever let anyone, not even John touch her during this miraculous pregnancy. Why her doctor's visits were such cloak-and-dagger affairs? And why, oh why she was so reluctant to let David Robbins do a post-partum examination earlier."