Loving the Doctor

Chapter 9 – Ava King

Chapter 9 – Ava King

Two weeks later

UNKNOWN

POV

My hands wrap around the steering wheel as I watch her house from here. she lives right next door to his parents. She is really trying to steal him from me. She plans to use his parents. The b***h! His parents’ house! My blood boils. My body trembles with anger. What does he see in her. I am prettier. I am so much prettier than her.

My Damy pie! I watch as she sits in front of the tv with her feet up. I do not see why he loves her. she is nothing but trash. She has had a child that is not his. How could he still have feelings for her. not when he has had me. He will see me, he will finally see me, he will love me.

He will though as soon as I get rid of the trash.

I smile... I sit in my car as I watch the b***h as she chows down on ice cream. She does not even care what she puts in her body...

I have been watching her for five hours and she has not done a thing. She has fallen asleep on the sofa. How could he like her? I do not understand it. I have tried for years to get his parents to like me, but his mother hates me. I am sure she feels the same way about the women who broke his heart of course. she has to.

The next morning, she takes her daughter to the park across down the street. She is changed her clothes. She is wearing a sundress and her daughter is wearing a matching sundress.

I roll my eyes at how cringey they are. What the hell is up with that?

I get out of my car and walk over to their house. I try opening the door, but it would not budge I pull a pin out of my hair and Jimmy the lock. It opens and I walk into the house.

The living room looks homey. I see pictures of the two of them on the wall. A few of an older couple, her parents and a lot of her and Damon when they were younger. I look at the few of her and Damon at prom. He has his arms wrapped around her waist and he has a huge grin on his face as he looks at her. The Damon I know hates getting his picture taken, he moans whenever we have to get new ID’s.

It seems as if they have been together since they have been kids, his childhood sweetheart, she destroyed the man and just moved on with her life. These are things collected over the years.

There was a picture of them with her father as well. How is it that she landed him, and I could not?

I make my way down the hall to one of the bedrooms.

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Jessica Holding

POV

I walk out of the house and sit on the swing that my father made when I was five and loved swinging on it. This swing held many of my family’s happiest memories. Its where Damon and I fell in love.

I remember how much Damon loved pushing me on it. How many days I have spent laughing and smiling on this swing. How many memories I have had with my father in this back yard how many days. Everything changed after my father died, my mother changed into a completely different person. Someone I did not recognize. She was not the woman my father fell in love with or my mother anymore. She forced me to marry a man I did not love because of the shame of having a baby out of wedlock. She was even more ashamed of me after the divorce. I have not spoken to my mother since the divorce. I do not plan on ever speaking to her again. she is turned into someone I was not comfortable being near my daughter. It was the one thing Adam and I agreed on that our daughter was not to come into contact with any of her grandparents. His parents were even more toxic than my mother ever was. I do not say this often, but Adam loves Anna, he might not care for being married to me or anyone for that matter, but he loved his daughter.

I take a deep breath and look around the back yard once more, I have spent holding taking those days for granted. How I took both my father and Damon for granted. I have always imagined them being there with me through every milestone.

"Mommy why do you always look so sad when you sit on this swing?" Anna asks wrapping her arms around herself.

She does that a lot when she is unsure of herself. I have tried to help her, Adam had her see a therapist, but it did not help it made it worse now she does it when she thinks people hate her or are judging her as well. When I saw it was getting worse, I stopped the therapy immediately.

She is refusing to wear the sling around the house and to school. She is so scared of being judged by everyone and not being accepted.

I look at the mirrored image of my younger self. Since the talk with Adam two weeks ago I have just spent out here thinking about what could have been. I do not regret having Anna she is the most precious thing in my life. She has helped me through what has been the toughest times in my life. Of course, nothing compared to losing my father.

I have spent these last two weeks thinking about Damon. I have lied to myself countless times; I have told myself I am over Damon and in the same second, I think about the life we could have together.

I smile at Anna; I call her over with my hand she runs into my arms.

"Do you remember the good doctor who helped you with your cast?" I ask her

Anna bobs her head yes...

"Well Dr King gave me the necklace around your neck..." I tell her softly

I had no idea where I was going with this, but I had no one else to speak to.

Anna turns to me. Her eyes light up like a Christmas tree. "Dr King gave you, my necklace?" she asks looking down at the necklace holding it in her hand.

I nod.

"Mommy you said someone special gave this necklace to you. Is Dr King special to you?" Anna asks innocently

My voice gets stuck in my throat. My throat feels clogged up. I have no idea why I am thrown off by her question. I pause for a second. Maybe Adam wasn't the only reason our marriage failed. What if it was because I never gave him a solid chance? After I got pregnant, and we were forced to marry I refused to let him touch me. What if all of this is my fault? Anna growing up with her father in New York and her living in Chicago away from all of her friends and family because her mother is still pinning over her first boyfriend.

"Mommy?" she calls me, I blink looking at my little girl "Is Dr King special to you?" she asks again

I nod. "Remember the story I told you about how this was my childhood home?" I ask her

Her head bobs again.

"Well, Da- Dr King used to be my neighbor and he was very special to me growing up." I explain it the best I can

"Is he your special friend like uncle Justin is to Aunt Becca?" she asks

I nod. Rebecca my best friend did not want my daughter blabbering about her marriage, so she calls Justin her husband her special friend in front of my daughter.

Justin and Rebecca were my daughter's godparents. Adam wanted his best friend Cole to be her godfather but it made more sense if a married couple were her godparents and well Cole did not even show up for her birth or her baptism so he could not be her godfather.

"Jessica Acosta, I can't believe it..." my head snaps to the side to see Ava King Damon's mother standing a few feet away from me and my daughter.

Crap, so much for hiding.

She walks over with a huge grin on her face.

"I can't believe my eyes. It is really you..." she says as she reaches me and pulls me into her arms.

As she holds me in her arms, I am reminded of how I used to love being hugged by the woman I assumed would be my mother-in-law.

"Mrs. Ava..." I sigh a lobe tear slipping from my eye

She pulls away and looks at me "How are you dear?" she asks

"I'm good. How are you? You have not changed one bit since I have left..." I compliment her

Ava King blushes and looks away from me. She finally spots Anna.

She crouched down to Anna's level. "And who is this beauty?" she asks.

"My names Dianna but you can call me Anna" Anna smiles holding her hand out to greet Mrs. Ava, just like her father taught her.

"I'm a hugger deary." Mrs Ava says before pulling Anna into her arms.

"She looks so much like you did when you were her age" she says softly.

"You know Anna this is Dr King's mommy" I mention with a bright smile.

Anna's eyes light up once more. It always does when you speak about Damon.

"I like Dr King he's nice. He told me about how he broke his arm and look he fixed my arm..." she she is her arm and goes into vivid detail about her visit to the hospital and how Damon made her feel better and how he did not sign her cast like he promised.

She has not let anyone near it in the past two weeks. She is waiting for him to sign it before she lets anyone else sign it.

Looking at how interesting Ava is in every word Anna speaks. They almost look like grandfather and daughter. It makes me think of the what ifs again.

"Don't you and your mom come over for dinner Da - I mean Dr King will be there and he can sign your cast for you. And you can meet my sons Axel and Beckett as well. Axel is a police officer and Beckett is a firefighter" she says looking at me.

I can see the excitement in her eyes. I knew she wished this were Damon and my daughter. It makes my heart hurt. Just thinking about the what ifs again.

In a perfect world Damon and I would be together with two children Anna and Santos. I would have named our first son Santos Deacon King. After our fathers and Dianna Ava King. Instead of Dianna Avalyn Holding.

"Can we?! Can we please have dinner with Miss Ava and Dr King. He can sign my cast please please please mommy, can we?!" Anna begs pulls out all the stops. She has her puppy dog eyes and her lip quivering.

The look on Anna's face made it really hard for me to say no. She has not asked for much since the big move, and this is the only thing she is asked for. What is an hour or two in Damon's presence to put a smile on my daughter's face.

"Anna why don't you call me grandma instead of Miss Ava?" I stare at Mrs Ava in shock.

She was like a second mom to me growing up and I did not dare call her anything other than Mrs Ava.

Anna bobs her head like those bobble head Damon had in his truck.

I smile at the memory of how I used to hide those from him, and he would just get a new one. He he knew it was me, but he never asked where they were or why I took them. He would just keep replacing them.

I agree to dinner and the next thing I know is I am sitting in Damon's old room looking at our old pictures wondering why he never got rid of these.

I could not help myself, I needed to see what else he has kept.