"I won't give you false hope and say everything is certain. Although it was caught in time, factors can still occur."
"Then, can I ask a favor?"
"Sure," he responded before his brain and mouth could communicate with each other.
"Can you be the one to deliver the baby?"
"Uh..."
"I know the doctors here are good, but you saved my son, and now I'm asking you to do the same for my grandchild and his mother. It's selfish of me, I know. Othello said you no longer want to be a surgeon, and here I am asking you to do the one thing you probably didn't want to do. But I trust you, Des, especially with the people that are most dear to me."
"I...uh...I..." Des stuttered.
"Doctor Ellington?" A voice calling his name saved him from answering Maria.
"Yes," he said, excusing himself from Maria's side to join Stephen's side.
"I was wondering if you could assist me with the delivery?"
Des stared at the handsome doctor, and a certain expression in his eyes told Des that the good doctor had been listening to his conversation with Maria.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea," he said. "I haven't held a scalpel in months."
"If it's less than six months, I'm sure you'll do fine. Besides, I think it would put my patient at ease to have someone she knows deliver her baby. Let's leave the hand-holding to the father or another close family member." He winked.
"I guess you're right," Des said, chuckling. Heading back to Maria, he told her he'd do as she asked, which made her happy.He led Maria to Emilia and returned to the waiting room, surprised to find Stephen still there.
"I'll get you some scrubs," Stephen said.
"That would be great, thanks," Des absently responded, looking down the hall, hoping Othello would return. Sighing, he looked away and caught Stephen's eye, noticing that he was staring at him. "Is there something else, Doctor Stephen?"
"You're not at all what I imagined," Stephen told him.
"I'm not sure what you mean." Des furrowed his brows.
"I was told you're cold, rude, but the devilishly handsome part they got right." He smiled. "But you're a damn good doctor. Maybe you should consider coming back. If you haven't noticed, the nurses miss you and some of the doctors as well."
Is this guy flirting with me right now?"I..." He was cut off just as he was about to tell Stephen he was dating someone.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not coming on to you," he said quickly.
"Okay, so what do you want?" Des folded his arms over his chest, staring the man down.
"I’m just saying that people have you all wrong, and I can't wait to do this delivery with you, Doctor Ellington." He left before Des could say anything.
"What a weird guy," Des mumbled. He was about to go be with Maria and Emilia when Chloe came over and handed him a set of scrubs.
"It's good to have you back with us, Doctor Ellington," she said.
"I'm not really back, but thanks." He smiled. "It's good to see you, too," he said and went to get changed, hoping that by the time he was done, Othello and the rest would be back.
"Are you fucking kidding me, Iago,"Othello growled, trying his best not to slap the snot out of his brother.
"I didn't expect her to go into labor," Iago slurred.
Othello pinched the bridge of his nose, so frustrated with his brother. He was trying to figure out why he thought it was a good idea to show up to the hospital drunk, high as a fucking kite, and smelling like cheap perfume from the bitch he was fucking in one of the hotel rooms.
"You didn't expect her to go into labor! She's almost nine months pregnant. Since the day we found out she was pregnant, I told you to stay by her side. I begged you to stop fucking around on Emilia, and on our parents' anniversary, you bring your mistress to the party, and for what? A quick fuck while the woman you claim to love is in pain!"
