32. Epilogue
Epilogue
Trick – Two Years Later
“Take care, Mr. Pals,” I say to my forty-year-old patient as I walk out of room four and look out into the ER, only to sigh, seeing patient after patient.
Mr. Pals came in with stomach pains and was adamant his appendix was about to burst and needed it removed. I was called, but turns out the man has gas, and by the looks of things, the day isn’t going to slow, and that will just piss me off.
I fucking love my job, I do, but I miss my wife. I miss my girls, and yeah, I said girls because fate decided to give me an f-you in another little girl who is nearly two and loves ballet just as much as her sister, and have I managed the bun thing yet? No.
I don’t know how Clark does it, I really fucking don’t.
Sighing, I call out, “Who’s next?”
A busty blonde stands up and her eyes meet mine, while my gaze drops to her chest—not out of interest, but because one implant is clearly deflated.
Fuck’s sake…
“Hi, Dr…” the woman rasps, and I give her a polite smile and move my arm in the direction of room three, and she grins as she struts past me, and I roll my eyes.
“Amber, where is my wife?” I ask quietly as I stop near the nurse's desk.
The woman raises a brow as she eyes the woman who has just strutted into bay three, and Amber mentions, “She’s just finishing up in bay one.”
“Send her to bay three, please,” I say, and the woman doesn’t hesitate and nods.
My amazing, smart, clever wife, despite having our second baby, is the best nurse around. I’m not biased, because my wife is continuously praised but the fact that I get to work with her near enough every day, fuck, I’m one lucky fucker.
“Okay, Miss?” I say as I enter the cubicle, but I pause, seeing she’s already taken her top and bra off.
You have got to be kidding me…
“It’s Maurine,” she husks as she plays with her nipple, and I swear my dick shrivels up and goes into my stomach.
What the actual fuck?
Never mind her deflated implant, she’s in the hospital.
“Knock, Knock, Amber said you need my assistance.” My beautiful wife’s words trail off as she stops beside me, and Maurine scowls.
“We don’t need a nurse,” she snaps, and I raise a brow at Clark, who smirks.
My wife is not one to get jealous, she knows I’m hers and she’s mine and I think therapy helped us get there. We still go once a month together.
“Every doctor needs a nurse,” my wife explains, and I tilt my head at my patient, and I say, “And I’m an extremely lucky doctor that I get to work with my wife,” as I gently wrap my arm around Clark’s waist while bringing my hand to her rounded stomach, “Who is carrying our third child.”
Maurine’s face pales, and she quickly grabs her top and covers herself up before stuttering, “I-I, fell over and popped my implant.”
I nod and state, “I’m not a plastic surgeon, I’m a trauma surgeon, so I’m going to call down for someone on that specialty to get you admitted immediately, alright?”
She nods once, and I guide Clark out of the room and I say to Amber, “Can you page plastics to room three, please? I’m taking my wife to lunch.”
She nods with a grin and says, “Give that cutie a cuddle from me,” and I chuckle as I guide my wife towards the elevator.
“You did well, baby, I thought you were going to smack her,” I mention as we walk into the confined box, and Clark snorts.
“I was tempted, but then I’d probably be arrested, and that just seemed like too much hard work,” she admits, and I laugh as I pull her into me and press my lips against hers, feeling so fucking happy that she works in the same department as me..
***
“I hate leaving her here,” Clark murmurs as she bounces Paige on her lap, as in Clarisse Paige after her mom—something I never saw coming, but the woman has become the rock my wife needed.
Whereas I have fuck all to do with my mother, fuck, even Dad has decided to step out on her after she refused a divorce after he caught her fucking some random.
My girl has forgiven her parents, who watch our kids as much as they can until my dad, who I’ve slowly learned to forgive, or Crash decides to steal them.
I smile at my wife. We shift from the chaos of work to this small, quiet pocket of family time as much as possible and I fucking love it. If only Willow wasn’t in school…
“Do you think you came back to work too soon?” I ask as I take Paige from her, who is the spitting image of me, right down to the dark grey eyes.
“No, I was like this with Willow as well, but I knew working helped keep me sane,” she explains, and I nod in understanding.
“How do you think you’ll cope with that little miss as well?” I ask because of course we’re having yet another girl, as I nod to her stomach, and she cutely scrunches her nose up.
“I don’t know, we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it,” she answers, and I chuckle.
“I’ll stand by whatever you decide, baby,” I promise, and my wife sends me a blinding grin.
Eight years married, two and a half years trying to be the couple we should have been, and fuck, I’m happy, so goddamn happy.
It doesn’t matter what is thrown our way, we’ve stuck together, even when my mom tried to take Willow out of school. Clark was my rock after I had to threaten her, she stood by me, even when I disowned her fully, and Dad decided he’d had enough of her antics, Clark was there.
She is my everything.
I look at my wife and see the soft smile she has for our daughter while she rubs her twenty-week bump, and everything is just fucking right.
“I love you, you know that,” I say and her grin broadens.
“I love you too, but I’ll love you even more in the shower tonight,” she replies, and I laugh as Paige plays with my lanyard.
Eight years, and my love for my wife has grown tremendously, and never has a day gone by that I don’t need her next to me.
She’s the heart of the family, she’s the reason I breathe, and life without Clark White is no fucking life at all.