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I sat in the waiting room while my knee bounced in a steady pace. Why couldn't there be another doctor's office open today! No, I was not seeing Sam today, but I was in the same office. Apparently, I was moved to a different doctor and this one was a female. Honestly, I don't know if I was relieved or hurt by that fact. The visit went fine it was just a mandatory check up and then I was out. I was currently waiting for the ladies behind the desk to log some paperwork for my insurance and I was getting annoyed because they kept gossiping about Sam and Cassandra.
"She must be pretty desperate to keep him if she got pregnant," One woman said and the other c****d an eyebrow at her as she typed at the computer.
"What makes you say that?" She asked
The woman chuckled,"Honey, I go way back with Cassandra, there's not a committed bone in her body. That woman is terrified to commit to anything! Hell, I was shocked she married Sam in the first place." She said as she typed and I glanced over at them,"I wonder if he cut her off or something. Or maybe she isn't pregnant,"
The other girl gasped,"She would never-"
"I wouldn't put it past her Cas is the devil in stilettos and she hates kids. Plus a baby would ruin all that work she's had done, it just doesn't add up," She said and shrugged before calling me over and she handed me my papers.
"Thanks," I said with a fake smile and they just nodded before turning towards each other to gossip some more. I spun around and went to grab the door but it burst open and it slammed against my face injuring my nose in the process. I heard a string of curses as I hid my face in an attempt to cradle my nose. I whimpered as pain shot from my nose and I knew a bad headache was due any moment.
"s**t Mary, I'm so sorry! I was just in a rush and-" I heard the voice I've been trying to forget about for some time now. Three weeks to be exact and I pulled my hand down and saw Sam's worried blue eyes staring back at me,"-Oh god you're bleeding."
He grimaced and grabbed my wrist and began to pull me back into the office. I frowned and looked at my hand that held my nose and sure enough, there was blood. I couldn't help but focus on the electricity coming from my hand and then I felt it travel through my body. His touch affected me a lot and I missed it. He led me into his office and motioned to the chair and I sat and cupped my nose. I could feel the blood pooling in my hand and it made me a bit queasy. The feeling of a bloody nose was foreign to me and I had no clue what to do. So I just sat and watched Sam search in a cabinet for whatever he was looking for.
He glanced over his shoulder and groaned,"Jesus Christ, Mary pinch your nose and tilt your head forward!" He said annoyed and I whipered and followed his orders. The bleeding stopped dripping out and now I was just left with a bloody hand. My eyes were closed, but I could feel him take a knee in front of my chair. I felt him set things down on my leg and I peaked my eyes open and saw there were cotton balls on my leg.
"Here," He said and he moved my hand from my nose and he pressed a cotton pad to the affected area. He then grabbed my hand again and replaced it with his so I now held the cotton to my nose. He grabbed my free hand and began to clean it off, the room was silent and I didn't know what to say so I just watched him clean my hand. It felt good to have his hand cupping mine so gently. "I'm sorry," He said and I shrugged.
"It was an accident," I said and he shook his head and slowed down his cleaning.
"No I'm sorry I completely dropped contact with you," He said and I raised my eyebrows in shock that he was actually addressing the elephant in the room," I know that wasn't right and it was incredibly selfish and I'm sorry. Life happened and I couldn't keep doing what I was doing especially after...that morning," He said and my cheeks heated at the memory I pulled the cotton ball away from my nose and I noticed it stopped bleeding. He looked up at me with eyes that looked to pity me. I frowned, does he pity me because I can't be with him?
"It's alright, I moved on once I heard the news. Congratulations, by the way, you'll be a great father," I said truthfully and he smiled up at me but something clicked in his brain and he c****d his head to the said.
"Wait, what do you mean?" He asked and I furrowed my eyebrows," Moved on? Who did you meet?" He clarified trying to sound casual and I bit the inside of my cheek. This man had no right to be jealous right now, but it kind of made my stomach flutter at the thought. He began to clean under my nose as I talked.
"Oh umm, it's nothing just some guy I met in my apartment complex," I lied straight through my teeth and I saw his nostrils flare and his cleaning stilled as his eyes locked with mine. Well it really wasn't a lie I did meet a guy but not in the way I was implying. His name was Brenton and he was actually pretty cute and he offered to help carry my groceries up to my apartment last Monday.
"Oh how nice," He said with a displeased tone and I nodded and gently pushed his hand away and I made a move to get up but his grip stopped me. Specifically, his grip on my hip stopped me and kept me in place on the chair.
"I miss you, Mary," He said quickly and I narrowed my eyes at him and he spoke again," I know we can't be together in the way our relationship was heading before, but I still want to be friends with you. You're the only person I can confide in and I really miss our talks," He said and I licked my lips and looked at him skeptically. I mean what could go wrong with being friends with him? I really did miss him. We both can be mature adults and put aside those romantic feelings. "What do you say?" He asked with a hopeful smile.
"I guess," I said and his smile brightened and he looked like a kid in a candy store.
Oh boy this is going to be a mistake.
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