Heat of the Heart: A Firefighter's Love Story

Take it easy

The next morning I woke with a walt glow over my room. Shining through the cracks in the blinds ever so softly.

The usual morning hustle and bustle of hospital staff filled the air as I prepared for my discharge.

Thankfully they gave me some things to wear out of here, as most of my clothes had to be cut to treat me.

I hear the door squeak slightly and a nurse enters the room with a bright smile on her face. "Good morning, Marissa. Everything looks good, so you're free to head home today."

My heart lifted at the news. I was beginning to feel like a prisoner. "Morning! I'm so ready to get out of here." I say with a small smile and a chuckle that leaves my lips.

The nurse finished helping me get her my things.
I made a quick call to arrange for a taxi just after I hung up the door that was slightly ajar and opened more as Emerson walked into the room, holding a small bouquet and wearing his usual warm smile.

"Good morning, Marissa. I remembered today's your discharge day. I wanted to stop by and give you these," Emerson said, holding out the flowers to me.

My heart warmed at the sight.

Nobody has ever given me flowers before.

"Thank you, Emerson. This is so thoughtful of you. I'm just waiting for my taxi, and then I'll be on my way. I set your things aside in a different bag for you to take back.

Emerson's eyes narrowed slightly, a determined look crossing his face instantly. "A taxi? No, you're not taking a taxi. I'm taking you home. You can keep the blanket; it will just give me an excuse to see you later."

I blink in surprise. "Oh, you really don't have to. It's just a short ride."

Emerson stepped closer, his tone turning firm. "Marissa, you've had a tough time. The last thing you need is to deal with a taxi. I insist on taking you home."

I hesitate for a moment, then nod, "Alright, if you insist. I appreciate it."

As we left the hospital, Emerson helped me into his car with a smile, guiding me with a hand on the small of my back.

As Emerson helped me inside, his demeanor remained both authoritative and tender. He placed my bags carefully by the door and made sure I was comfortably seated on the couch. His eyes scanned the room briefly as if ensuring everything was in order.

He put the flowers on the counter.

"Do you need anything else?" he asked, his tone firm yet gentle. "Water, snacks, anything at all?"

I shook my head, feeling a bit overwhelmed by his attentiveness. "No, I'm good for now; thank you."

Emerson's gaze lingered over me for a moment. He took a seat next to me. I am serious. I want you to rest and take it easy."

His tone left no room for debate.

He then reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small first aid kit. "I also brought this in case you need it. Just let me know if you need any help with bandages or anything else. It's important with your stitches to change them out."

"You thought of everything," I said with a hint of admiration yet some humiliation. Have not had someone care for me before.

Emerson gave me a small smile, almost like a contained chuckle. "That's what I do."
"Oh, I almost forgot."

He reached into his pocket pulled out a small card and handed it to me. "I want you to have this. It's my phone number. If you need anything at all, whether it's a question, a favor, or just someone to talk to, don't hesitate to call or text me."

I looked at the card. "Thank you, Emerson. This means a lot."

"Anytime, Marissaa said with a warm smile. "I'm glad I could help."

"Well, it is very kind of you. I'll keep it handy," I said, feeling appreciative.

Emerson nodded, his eyes softening. "I mean it. Just because you're out of the hospital doesn't mean I'm done helping."

As Emerson was about to leave, I hesitated before calling out to him, "Hey, Emerson, would you like to go to dinner sometime? I'd like to thank you properly."

Emerson stopped in his tracks, turning back with a charming smile. His eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and warmth. "You want to take me out to dinner? I find that pretty cute."

I blushed slightly, a bit embarrassed but determined. "Well, you've been so helpful, and I'd love to show my appreciation."

Emerson's grin widened. "I'd be honored. How about tomorrow? Are you up for it? I can take you somewhere, or I can make you something."


I swallow my spit. "Sure, whatever you think is best."

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a low mumble, almost intimate tone. "I'll pick you up at 7 tomorrow. If you feel up to it. If not, I'll just make you something."

"Sounds perfect," I replied, my smile growing as I began to feel excited.

"Great. I'll see you then," Emerson said.

He softly leans down and kisses my forehead. I feel the heat of his lips lingers for a moment longer than necessary.

"Remember, you have my number. If you need anything before dinner, just call. And don't try to be stubborn about it. Let me take care of you."

I simply nodded as I felt a feeling of both comfort and captivation from his dominant yet caring nature. It was kind of conflicting.

Maybe something else. There was an undeniable attraction I felt for him, but the way he acts makes me feel weak. I didn't know if I loved it or hated it.

As Emerson walked out, his feet shuffled on the floor, slightly echoing in the room. He gave me one last look, and looking into his eyes, I saw a blend of authority yet affection. "Rest up as much as possible. I'll see you tomorrow."

I watched him leave the door closing softly behind him, and I was left feeling a sense of anticipation. I settled into my couch, already looking forward to our dinner.