The Player Games (Dana Vaughns Love Story)

Chapter Twenty-One

Dana and I stood in front of room 4-133 at the hospital, with Georgia next to her. "If you want me to go in fi-" Dana nods, quickly. "You can do that." I give him a little smile. If I wasn't holding the cupcakes Mummy had baked for this, under my command, in both my hands than I would have reached over and gave him a squeeze. On his hand, of course, not his butt. Awkward.

His hand reaches over to the cupcakes, and tries to open them, but I slap his hand away. "I get that your nervous, but I want to wait and open these. You can have most of them, I doubt the doctors will let her eat any, anyways," I say, trying to laugh at his confused face. "Then why did you make them?" I gave him a wide smile, that almost hurt, "Because you like them!" I had to admit I probably should not have eaten the left over dough, or whatever the hell you call it. I was bound to get hyper, and my voice was always going higher than usual.

He chuckles, "You're so cute." He leans over, pecking my lips, and just as he did that the door opened. My face flushes a little, not wanting to make a bad impression for his mother. Not that he cares, but I do. "Oh, uh, shes excited to see you," She looks nervously over at Dana. She was probably afraid he would blow up on their mom. I had talked to him before even coming to the hospital, and told him that if he does yell at her, or cause any stress on her while we were in there, he would have to go two weeks without kisses from me. He sort of hated that, so he agreed not to.

We trailed behind Georgia into the room, and a women who sat up on the bed, with brown eyes, and brown hair looked over at Dana and I. Her smile that was there already grew, when she saw Dana, and I smiled before setting the cupcakes down. Dana didn't walk over until I was finished, and intangled my hand in his, pulling me over to his mother. His grip was tight, but she never seemed to notice. "Oh my God, wow. You have gotten so big, I have missed you so much," She says, but looked like she knew the boundaries, so she didn't try to reach out for him. It was happy, but heartbreaking. "I'm sorry this is so sudden. I just wanted to see you before the surgery, just in case anything happens. I can't die with the regret of never asking for forgiveness."

"If you could live with regret, you can die with it." Dana mumbles under his breath, and thankfully she didn't hear. Unless she did and showed no emotion at all, but that would be impossible if your son had just that to you. I elbow Dana quickly, and glare at him. That was a wrong move, even if she didn't hear it. He gives me a small smile, and his mother notices, looking curiously at me. "Sorry, Princess," He says, and I flush again. He smirks a little, his eyes brightening has he saw my blush, and I tried taking my hand away from his but he pulled me closer. I shook my head at him, and his mom smiled at us. "Who is this Dana?" She asks nicely, though she knew already. He made it a little too obvious. "This is my lovely girlfriend, Arizona." She smiles at me specifically this time, and I smile back. "Georgia said something about you," She says, and I giggle a little. "I hope it was all good things," She laughs a little. I look over at Dana, to see he was already looking at me. "Do you guys need alone time to talk? You guys probably need some catching up to do". Dana gave me a pointed look, basically telling me not to go anywhere.

I ignored it, and turned to Georgia. "Want to come get a coffee with me?" I say, untangling myself from Dana. I get on my tip toes, to whisper in his ear. "You'll be fine, just act like shes an old friend you haven't seen in a while." And with that I began to walk towards her, eyes wide. "I would also love a salad right about now." She follows me out, against a battle she was obviously already having with herself.

We make it through the door, and I shut it behind me, giving one last look to Dana. "He's going to kill her," She mumbles. I giggle a little at her. "I had a talk with him before we came here, so if he does, than he won't be getting any kisses," I smile a reassuring smile at her, and we begin to walk again. We make it into the elevator, and she plays with her fingers. "Can I ask you something?" She asks, nervously. I give her another reassuring smile. "You won't judge me, will you? I mean, you do seem like someone I can trust but still." I chuckle, "I promise I won't judge you. I'd be a hypocrite if I judged you for anything at all."