Surgeon Dr. Wyatt Bradshaw experiences the highs and lows as he tries to balance his hectic work and Love life. Sexy, educated, black and gay- what a deadly combination!
Meeting Wyatt's father and getting to know him was something I was hoping for the very night I dropped Wyatt off at home after our first date. I hoped that he would like me, and at the very least want to spend Sundays with me watching football and sharing a beer; that dream was definitely shattered when I found out that Wyatt wasn't on good terms with his folks, and the only person he considered to be family was Tiffany. Having a family that was so open and accepting to who I am was nothing less of a blessing, and I was extremely grateful that my family took in Wyatt as one of their own, yet having his dad sitting right here in our kitchen felt like that beautiful piece of joy I helped Wyatt find was about to be stripped away.
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Charles
Charles was sitting at the kitchen island drinking his beer, looking at all the details of the way the kitchen was designed. "This house is amazing, did you guys buy it as is?" he asked.
Terrance and I exchanged a look without Charles knowing. I unfolded my arms and leaned against the fridge and answered him. "No, actually Wyatt had the house built about four or five years ago."
He must have been surprised by my answer because he almost choked on his drink. "My son... built this home?"
I replied. "Yes sir he did, said he wanted a place that could be his sanctuary."
The aura of sadness came over him like a dark cloud. "I guess I could understand that. Listen, I know you've heard some horrible things about me, and my actions in those stories are true, but my intentions weren't for the reasons that he thought."
I held up my hand because this speech wasn't for me. I could tell that he was looking for someone to be on his side, someone to help Wyatt hear him without confrontation, but that person wasn't me. "Look, Mr. Bradshaw, honestly, it's not me who you need to tell that to. I love your son with everything in me, but I learned a long time ago that he doesn't need me to come to save him, he doesn't need someone to help him see things clearly; he's supremely capable of taking care of himself, the only advice I'd give is for you to be 100 % honest, because he can sniff out bullshit better that he can smell pregnancy on any woman."
Charles smiled. "He's that good of a doctor huh?"
"MAN! You'd be surprised at how many women he's walked up to, asking them how far along they are. One time, we were in Target and he bought a pregnancy test just to prove a point to someone, needless to say, she's one of his patients. The boy is damn good." I said laughing and looking over at Terrance who was sharing in on the joy.
Charles looked to me beaming with joy. "Wow, that's amazing. Where is the doc, shouldn't he be here by now?"
I looked down at my watch. "Actually he should. Would you two excuse me?" I asked as I walked into the living room to text him. I could hear Terrance starting up some small talk.
