I wonder what our lives will look like in a year, two years, or ten. She made her opinion about kids clear, but I have no idea about marriage. I just want it all with her.
Abby comes back into the room and moves the tray to the side, before coming to lie against my chest with my arm encircling around her.
“Your mother should leave us alone until tomorrow when she insists on bringing croissants over,” she tells me.
“Oh joy.” There is sarcasm in my voice. “I already had my assistant cancel my patients for the next few days, and the insurance will phone me tomorrow about my car. Hopefully they get me a new car stat as I need to pick Theo up at the end of the week for the summer.”
Her hand comes to my chest. “I can get him, I mean, you should rest the next few days, or I could drive us.” she offers.
I look at her to double-check. “You don’t have to do that,” I mention as she has never gotten into the logistics of Theo visiting. She only sees him once he’s at my house.
“I don’t mind, really.” Her voice is sincere, and she sounds like she wants to.
“Okay.”
We lie there for a few minutes soaking in our embrace. Her delicate fingers gliding along the skin of my neck and face. I kiss her fingers.
“I’m really glad you’re staying… but—”
Her finger shushes me. “You really must have a head injury. I said I am positive with my choice. I am so happy here.” Her enchanted look tells me it’s true as she takes her finger away.
“I just need to check. I mean it. We could make it work.”
Now she grumbles and rolls her eyes. “Lucas, stop it!”
I have to chuckle at her frustration. “Okay, I’ll stop. But Abby, I need to know what you want. What will make Dr. Abby Call happy in the years to come?”
She goes back to lean on my chest beneath my chin. “I want what I have now.”
Now I grumble slightly. “You need to give me more than that. You’re speaking general and I want the specifics.”
She chuckles and moves to gently straddle me with the look of a woman confident with her words. Her position on my body is making my dick twitch which tells me that I really do need her as medicine to recover.
“You. I want you in the future.” Her hand comes to cup my jaw. “I don’t know what I think about kids or marriage. But I know I want you in the future, and I know that if I ever did see myself with any of those things that it would be with you.”
A gentle smile forms on my mouth after I kiss her inner palm. Those were the only words I wanted to hear. I don’t need any deeper conversations; we don’t need a roadmap. We just need us.
“Good answer. And we have time to figure out what we want, but let’s just agree that it is with each other?”
She nods in agreement before kissing my lips with a feathery kiss that is light to the touch.
“So, Doctor. Any suggestions how we keep you awake a little longer to be on the safe side?” She purses her lips at the end of the sentence. Her sly look accompanies her fingers playing with my t-shirt at my chest.
“My advice is sex is the best solution,” I tell her as I begin to move and guide her back, so she’s lying on the bed as my body comes to hover over her. “The patient should be in control for the best outcome,” I begin to let my hand slide up her stomach under her shirt.
“Oh yeah? It sounds risky. I mean, shouldn’t the patient be resting?” She nibbles her bottom lip as she slides my shirt up.
“No. The patient needs to be very active and test his cognitive ability and memory skills,” I continue as my mouth goes to her stomach to kiss a line up her smooth skin towards her bra.
She shudders under my lips brushing along the lace fabric. “Memory skills?”
My fingers come to play with the fabric and move it to the side. “Uh-huh… I remember what I need to do here, I think.” My mouth finds the soft plump skin of her breast.
“Hmm it seems you do remember.” She has a husky voice and her hands grab some of my hair as I find a nipple. “What else do you remember?” she purrs.
After a few sucks, I move my mouth to meet hers. She’s waiting for me, and our mouths fuse together for a firm kiss. Meanwhile, my two long fingers slide under the rim of her jeans and move lower to feel her warm and moist center. I sometimes wonder if she always feels this ready when I’m around.
“How to make you feel good. I remember that,” I whisper before I rub her bead and she gasps with a look of pleasure.
