Forever Yours (Book 4 of 4) (Justin Bieber Love Story) ✔️

Epilogue: Amelia

I tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear and placed my clipboard and work iPad on the nurses station. The nurse sitting behind the counter smiled at me but I was too low on energy to smile back. Instead, I just waved and lifted one corner of my mouth to show a half smile. She obviously didn't mind because she took my items and began to enter the information I had written down.

I took that as a good cue to leave and walked away. The break room that I had been assigned to was, thankfully, on the floor I was currently on, so it only took me a few minutes to reach the door and escape the busy halls.

As the heavy door shut behind me, I was left in silence. I could hear footsteps outside the door, but all the other hospital sounds were gone and I was finally able to relax. I rolled my shoulders and shrugged my white coat off, pulling the stethoscope off my neck too, rubbing the sweaty spot where it had just been sitting. I tossed the coat over my arm while I opened my locker and hung up my jacket, tucking the stethoscope in the pocket and taking a long, deep breath.

My hands moved to the sides of the locker and I closed my eyes, putting my weight against it. I took a deep breath and let my head drop, exhausted. I dropped one of my hands to my stomach and it snarled at me. I hadn't eaten in 8 hours and I didn't feel very good before then either.

Somebody knocked on the break room door, an uncommon thing because when doctors wanted to relax they never asked permission. When the door opened I didn't have the energy to lift my head to greet who had walked in. Footsteps moved through the room and then stopped as a pair of black converse appeared beside mine. A large hand slid onto the dip of my back and another slid over my hip and rested on my stomach. His chin landed gently on the top of my head and then he placed a delicate kiss on my crown.

I knew who it was by just his smell, "Babe, I'm fucking exhausted." My voice was raspy and my feet were on fire. It didn't help that I felt like I was gonna throw up either.

"Let's go home." His voice was soft and it made me look up. Oliver Somers. His messy blonde hair was swept out of his eyes, exposing the deep blue irises that I had fallen in love with. He was wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a snug black hoodie.

Him and I had started dating while I was in my last year of high school and kept it private for the first while. We knew his parents wouldn't care, they had know me since I was born and had secretly been wishing we would end up together, or at least his mom had been. My dad on the other hand was very different. He had disliked the idea of Oliver and I since we started dating. Once he found out we were serious he accepted it a little bit, but he didn't like it. I was his baby girl and he could never get past the fact that I was 18 and he was 23, or  that Oliver was a kid while I was in diapers. We knew he wouldn't approve of us dating, and in the 7 years we had been together I had never had a happy conversation about our relationship with my dad.

I finally stood up straight and turned to look at him. His hands moved from my back and stomach to my hips as I turned to face him, but he moved them up to my neck and wrapped them around, pulling me into a hug and kissing my forehead. I wrapped one of my arms around him too and let the other travel to my stomach, lingering there for a second, rubbing my thumb back and forth in a spot just below my belly button.

"How do you feel?" His voice was a whisper because we hadn't told anybody about the baby yet, and I didn't want people at work to treat me any differently because of the pregnancy. Being a surgical resident was a hard enough already.

I shrugged and took a step away from him, "I'm barely 6 weeks in and tums are already my best friend."

The mentioning of how far along I was made him grin and he brought my left hand to his lips, frowning when the shiny piece of jewelry he had proposed with was missing, "You're not wearing it?" I could practically hear the sadness in his voice, "Milly," he was whining.