Doctor's Baby - BWWM Romance (Doctor's Love Book 3) (5 page)

Chapter 10

Meeka left with a little lighter feeling. She got to spend some time with her kids that she missed tremendously and still had plenty of time to do a little shopping. She ended up going to the same store that she was going to the day she got in her car wreck. The day came back to her and she drove a little more carefully. Pulling into the boutique, she parked and walked in.

The store was full of beautiful silky things and Meeka bought several outfits before she left. She also went to get her hair and nails done. She wanted everything to be perfect and to take his mind off of all the recent bad. Meeka needed to see that lust take over his eyes again and by the time she was dressed, she figured it would be hard to deny her that.

It was after four by the time she got started in the kitchen, but dinner wasn’t going to take long. She made a salad and seared the steaks right before he was supposed to get home. After twenty minutes, she covered the plates so they wouldn’t get cold. After an hour, she checked her phone to see if there were any missed messages on her phone. When there wasn’t any, she started to wonder where he was.

Meeka dialed his number and waited through four rings before it went to voicemail. She hung up and stared at the phone for several minutes, willing it to ring. When it didn’t, she took her bottle of wine and went into the living room. There were photo albums and she found herself looking at the ones from their wedding. It was one of the happiest days of her life, though it did not seem to be that way at the present moment. Meeka kept telling herself that every marriage had rough patches, but how could they make up when he wasn’t there?

When it started to get dark outside, Meeka called him again, as well as left a message. The more wine she consumed, the less worried and more pissed off she became. Meeka dialed his number again and it went immediately to voice mail, like he was pushing the ignore button. If she hadn’t had such a good buzz from the wine, she probably would have gone out searching for him. She did call the hospital and was told that he had left hours before. Her mind wondered where he was and if he was going to come back to her.

Meeka drank more of the wine and passed out a little after ten. She was awoken about eleven by a knock at the door. Thinking that she had locked it before she went to sleep, she did not even try to cover up what she was wearing. It was supposed to be Rick at the door, but it wasn’t.

When she opened the door, the person on the other side was as shocked as she was. Johnny’s dark eyes took in the tight red teddy and stockings that she was wearing. His face was unable to cover up the sudden feel of desire he felt. Meeka looked down after a minute, remembering what she was wearing and blushing underneath her dark skin.

“Oh shit, Johnny. Um, wait here, let me throw something on.”

“Don’t have to for my sake.”

His gaze took in every one of the curves that he had missed so much. Her large breasts were bigger than before and heaved, spilling over the sweetheart low neckline of the negligee. He swallowed hard and watched her get nervous then she turned around and sprinted up the stairs. Johnny could not take his eyes off of her sweet, round ass that he wanted to bury his face into.

He was there on a whim, an idea. After he didn’t see her that day, he had worried about her all afternoon. Finally, he had looked up the doctor and found his address. Johnny wasn’t sure what he was there for, though he had thoughts of confessing his love and her going off into the sunset with him came to mind. It seemed to be fate that she had answered the door that way.

Johnny shut the door behind him and looked around the richly furnished house. He picked up a picture of the happy couple and he set it back down, picture down on the mantle. When Meeka finally came back down, she had a robe on, though it was not doing a very good job of covering up what he had already seen. The bright red fabric blared through the sheer white robe and the sight made him forget his own name.

“Johnny? What are you doing here? It's like eleven o’ clock at night. If Rick was here, he would freak out.”

Johnny shook his head. It was not the words that he had thought he would hear, but he pressed on anyways.

“I'm here for you. I can’t stop thinking about you and then we ran into each other at the park. I knew that it was meant to be. Don’t you think it was a sign?”

“No, Johnny, this is a small town. We were bound to run in to each other eventually. But, we can’t see each other anymore. Rick found out and I should have told him. He feels betrayed and I don’t blame him.”

“You have to feel more for me than that. After what happened that night, I mean, it has never been like that before for me. You can’t tell me that you didn’t feel it too.”

Johnny was walking towards Meeka and she was backpedaling, not liking where the conversation was going. She put her hand up to stop his advances and he did.

“Look, Johnny, I'm sorry if I led you on in any way, but I am married and this can’t happen. I am not one of those types of wives. I'm not saying that I don’t have feelings for you Johnny, it’s just that…”

“I just want to know if there is a chance for us, if you were ever single again?”

Meeka’s face softened and the desire in his dark depths were replaced with something else that made her feel even worse. She did not want to crush his hopes and did not have the heart to tell him that she really didn’t ever see it happening.

***

“Yes, if for some reason I got divorced, you would be the first person I looked up.”

Rick could not believe his ears. He was already tipsy after the beers at the bar with his colleagues. They had lost a patient today, a young male shot in the same part of town that Meeka used to live. It was a hard one for everyone, though the similarities to the one he had lost before, Meeka’s husband instantly came to mind. There was talk of a possible lawsuit, but he was more in his mind with the rest of it. He hadn’t been home and seen Meeka in almost two days. He was tired and the last thing he had expected was to see the very man that they had been fighting about in his house when he got home.

He stood in the doorway, unnoticed by the two. Rick’s eyes took in what she was wearing and he started to see red. She never wore things like that for him, but there she was, dressed in barely there clothing, entertaining someone else. There was no green in his vision, just blinding red rage as he walked towards Johnny.

Johnny made a startled noise seconds before Rick’s fist hit him in the face. Meeka was left stunned to watch her husband get so violent with him. She should have stopped it, but was strangely turned on by the more aggressive side of him. If she was being honest, she was getting turned on as he picked the man up by the back of his shirt and literally threw him out the door. There was a soft thud as he hit the concrete and there was a moment of pity for him on the curb.

Rick slammed the door and then walked towards Meeka with a determined look on his face. His eyes and body tried not to respond to his wife. She was beautiful and he had never seen her look so lovely. Her cheeks were pinkish under her caramel tone and she was breathing fast. Rick could tell she was turned on and for a moment, he almost walked to her like nothing was different between them and that she wasn’t turned on by another man. The last thought stopped him in his tracks.

“Meeka. What the fuck was he doing here and why are you half naked? Where are the kids? You had a man in my house, with the kids upstairs? What the fuck Meeka?”

The words tumbled out of his mouth like a barrage and each one hurt more and more. Johnny had stopped by and let himself in, she could not stop that. She opened her mouth to give her defense and snapped it back shut when the other questions went through her mind.

“The kids are at my mom’s house. I thought we could have a nice night together since last night sucked so bad. Went and got a nice outfit, waxed, hair, nails, made your favorite and guess who did not show up?”

“So you called Johnny over when I was a little late? Well good to know that I am so easily replaced.”

His words were filled with venom and bitterness. He was not really listening to his words, but his own words in his head.

“A little late? It is almost midnight and you're drunk.”

“Not drunk enough for this.”

Rick turned around and walked away. He opened the door he had just slammed and staggered out.

“Where are you going?!”

“Out.”

Meeka ran to the door, but he was already getting into his car. He revved the engine and peeled out of the gravel parking lot, kicking up small white stones in his wake. She immediately worried about the condition he was in to drive, but there was no stopping him, he was already gone. She bent down and picked up the phone that he dropped in the scuffle with Johnny. Johnny was nowhere to be seen and she found herself thankful for one less thing to worry about. It was just too much. Meeka shut the door behind her and waited up on the couch for hours, waiting for Rick to come home. He wasn’t home by the time she passed out on the couch waiting.

Chapter 11

When she woke up in the morning, Meeka went and checked the bedroom and for the second night in a row, it was not slept in. She sat on the bed with a heavy sigh and sat down on the soft comforter. She buried her face in the material and started to cry. The blankets smelled like him and that made her feel even worse. She didn’t understand how it had all gone so wrong and she was even less knowledgeable about how it was going to work out.

She almost called him, before she realized that she had his phone. Unsure what to do, she got dressed in her regular clothes and pushed the soft silk material into her drawer. Her fingers pressed the softness, and the hope that was bought with the garment was gone. Nothing had ended the way that it was supposed to.

Meeka called her mother and told her that she was going to come pick up the kids.

“You don’t have to come this early. We are just now having breakfast and Dad was talking about taking the boat out. It is such a pretty day and you know how he likes the boat. Malik said something about learning to fish and now he won’t let it be.”

“That sounds like fun. Are you sure? I know they can wear you out.”

“Really, come later when we get back, baby. You two have fun.”

“I don’t think that's going to happen, but thanks Mom.”

Meeka turned the phone off and after a minute, decided to go to the store. She had to do something to take her mind off of what was going on in her marriage and the fact that her husband was still MIA. She tried not to imagine him in some woman’s arms. Marla came to mind and she tried to push the thoughts away. It did no good to think such negative thoughts.

Pushing through the door and turning the key to lock it behind her, Meeka was shocked to find two police men getting out of their car. The police cruiser was parked behind hers and for a moment, she paused as they walked towards her. She waited until they reached her, the breath trapped in her lungs and unable to come out.

“Can I help you?”

“Mrs. Rogers?”

“Yes, sir.”

“There has been an incident and we need to ask you a few questions.”

“Incident? What incident?”

“Your husband is in the hospital. Did you know that, ma’am?”

“No I haven’t seen him since late last night. He left here upset and he didn’t come home.”

“He's in a coma at Westland Hospital. It appears that he was assaulted by several assailants and we are trying to piece together what happened. Does your husband have any enemies?”

“Is he okay? Oh my God, I have to go. Can’t this wait till later?”

“No, ma’am, we need to find who did this to him sooner rather than later. He is in real bad condition and we don’t know if he is going to wake up. I want to catch who did this to him. Rick saved my boy’s life a few years back after he had a car crash and I want to know who did this.”

“No, but he did have an altercation with a guy a few minutes before he left. He hit him a couple of times, but nothing serious. The guy took off and that was the end of it.”

“Do you know who this person is?”

“Yes, it was someone I used to work with. We, ah… were friends.”

“I see, and your husband found you at home with your friend and they got into a fight?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Name?”

“Johnny Hayes.”

“Do you know where he lives?”

“I used to. I can give you his old address if you want.”

The tall blonde cop shook his head and his eyes seemed to bore into hers. Meeka’s cheeks reddened as he made comments like it was all so clear what had happened. She dug into her purse and took out her phone, finding the contact information that they wanted.

“Can I go now? I need to see if he's okay.”

The officer nodded, but she still had to wait for them to pull out from behind her vehicle. They followed her for quite some time, but Meeka was more focused on what was in front of her. Her mind raced and she just prayed that he would be okay. She couldn’t imagine Johnny doing something like that, but she wasn’t so sure anymore. He wanted her and maybe he had tried to get rid of her husband. She gasped. She really hoped that it wasn’t because of what she had said to him. Meeka almost called him, but couldn’t bring herself to. Not until she knew that Rick was going to be okay.

“He has to be okay.”

Meeka kept repeating that to herself as she drove to the town over. There was a question in her mind about why he was there, but her focus was only on seeing Rick. Everything else could be figured out when he was better or at least awake. Then he could answer what happened to him and figure it all out. She couldn’t think about an inevitability where he did not wake up, so she kept saying when he did in her mind.

***

Meeka was not familiar with the hospital, so she had to go to the information booth to find him. The woman behind the counter gave her directions up to the fifth floor and a visitor sticker to wear on the floor. The elevator took forever and soon she was on the intensive care ward and she walked softer. Her heels clicked slightly on the marble floors and she walked slower to make it less noticeable. It was silent as a graveyard there and she felt a couple glances from worn-out looking people as she passed several rooms. She looked down at the paper in her hand, though she had already memorized the number as she repeated it to herself on the way up there.

She stopped at the room with the number 5133 on the partially opened door. At first, she hoped that they had made a mistake and they somehow had the wrong guy. Maybe Rick had left his wallet somewhere, but when she saw the man on the bed, she knew it was Rick. Even with the tubes and bandages, she knew that it was him.

“Oh, baby.”

She walked towards his bed and touched his face gently. Bandages were wrapped around and only his mouth and cheeks were clear of the material. She brushed a soft kiss on his lips and lay on the bed next to him. Meeka did not know what else to do, so she dodged the tubes keeping him alive and laid her head on his chest. Maybe she shouldn’t have, but she just needed to be close to him. At the same time, she was convinced that he would just wake up any minute.

“Please don’t leave me, Rick. Not like this. I can’t take another loss and I need you. I will go to California, wherever you want to go, I will go.”

She pleaded with him and talked to him, explained herself as he lay there lifeless. Meeka thought that he could somehow hear her because his heart rate spiked several times. She was awakened by a nurse a little while later and after she was done checking on Rick and administering a medicine into his I.V., she was allowed to climb back into the bed with him. She would have been hard pressed to be told to get out of there anyways, but she was glad she didn’t have to fight them about it. There were also visitation limits and times, but they were overlooked by the staff. They let her stay all day and when she talked to her mother and she agreed to watch the kids overnight, she stayed the night with him as well. Meeka could not go home and face her children. She did not have the heart to tell them that Daddy may not wake up. She was only prepared to tell them that he was in the hospital getting better, so he needed to.

***

It was three days before he finally woke up. There had been whispers of pulling the plug with statistics from the doctor the day before, but Meeka would not hear any of it.

“He will wake up, Doc. You don’t know him like I do.”

“Meeka?”

“Yes, baby. I'm here!”

“Water. Can you…”

Meeka was up in a flash and grabbing some by the sink. She brought the straw to his lips and drank in the sight of him. His face did not have the same natural vibrant look that it usually did, but it didn’t matter, his eyes were open and he was speaking. She didn’t call the nurse right away, but she finally did walk in.

“Mr. Rogers! So glad to see that you are with us again. I will go tell the doctor that you're awake. He is eager to see you.”

Rick nodded and then smiled back up at Meeka. They had talked for a while and he knew now that it was all just a big misunderstanding. Meeka wanted to ask him about what had happened, but she did not think that he was ready yet. Or maybe it was her that was not ready to hear it.

“I have to go see the kids, baby. I haven’t seen them in three days and I know they will want to know that you're awake. I can bring them tomorrow, but I would like to stay here with you tonight.”

He shook his head and the kiss that he gave her was not from a hurt man, but a happy one. “Hurry back, Meeka.”