“Which hospital?” I bark.

  As soon as she tells me, I relay the information to my driver, who pulls a screeching u-turn before zooming off in the opposite direction.

  “I’ll be there as soon as I can,” I grunt before throwing my phone down on the seat. What the hell? Has my beautiful girl been sick all this time? Suddenly, nothing else matters. I have to see Chloe and tell her that I love her before I lose her to the gods.

  26

  Chloe

  My eyes open to bright, blinding lights. My head aches, and I close my eyes immediately. This is not my bed, or my couch, or anywhere I recognize. Where am I?

  One eye opens, but it’s still too much. The pounding in my head gets worse when I see the light and I croak.

  “Where am I?”

  Holy cow. I sound like I smoke six packs of cigarettes a day, though I’ve never taken a puff in my life.

  “Chloe?” a voice says to my left. It’s my mother, but she sounds far away.

  “Lights off?” I ask. I can’t get out a full sentence because it hurts too much to speak.

  There’s a click that tells me the light switch has been flipped, and this time, I open my eyes to blissful darkness. Thank god. The blinds are closed and the door to the hallway is shut, blocking out the fluorescence from outside.

  But where am I? I don’t recognize this room. Suddenly, something beeps to my left and I realize it’s a monitor of some sort.

  Am I in the hospital? What happened?

  My parents’ worried faces swim into view, puffy with red eyes. Maggie sits in a chair behind them, looking absolutely haggard with messy hair and pale skin.

  “What’s going on?” I manage to croak.

  Mom is at my side quickly. “Here, baby, have some water.”

  I take a small sip and my throat immediately feels better.

  “Where am I?” I ask.

  Mom takes my hand. “You’re at the hospital, sweetheart.”

  I scrunch my brows. How did I end up here? What happened? The last thing I remember is being on the phone with Maggie, and then darkness. My friend jumps up, dressed in a faded hoodie.

  “We were just talking,” Maggie says, her voice as hoarse as mine. “And all of a sudden you stopped. I ran to your apartment and used my key to get in, and you were passed out on the floor.”

  I don’t remember falling.

  “Am I okay?” I ask.

  Mom chokes out a sob. “We don’t know, baby. The doctors have run a lot of tests, but they don’t know what’s wrong yet.”

  “What?”

  “There doesn’t seem to be anything the matter,” Dad explains. “All of the tests come back normal, so I made them run them again just to be sure, but there are no answers yet. Honey, you’re so pale and you’ve been in and out of consciousness. You kept waking up to throw up and it’s been awful.”

  My parents look terrified. My heart starts to race. What if it’s something serious?

  “I want to see Brett,” I manage to say in a hoarse voice.

  My parents gasp. They clutch each other’s hands like I just asked to see the devil and his wife. I suppose, to them, Brett is the devil right now.

  “Absolutely not,” my father booms, his voice echoing through the small hospital room. “You are here in the hands of real doctors. You don’t need some hack to come pretend like he can fix you.”

  “Honestly, Chloe. You’re a smart girl, but you’re acting very silly right now,” my mom wails. “Why?”

  I turn my head away, seeing nothing.

  “I love him, Mom,” I say in a wooden tone. “I don’t want him here as my doctor. I want him here as my boyfriend.”

  My mom wails again.

  “You don’t love him. You’re just an impressionable young girl, and he’s conditioned you to fall in love with him. That man is a shyster who did a number on my poor baby!”

  I can’t believe my parents are behaving like children when I’m lying in a hospital bed. Can’t they see that Brett means a lot to me? Don’t they care about me at all? Why are they the ones acting all hurt and insulted?

  My mom turns to my father then and begins speaking quickly.

  “I think we need to move Chloe out of the state. Maybe we can find a better hospital, one that will figure out what’s going on. They can treat her for psychological trauma and if they have a psychiatrist on staff, he can get her some mood-stabilizers as well as some anti-depressants to get her on the straight and narrow once more.”

  “Mom! Brett didn’t do anything to my brain. I’m telling you, I love him. Why is that so hard to believe?”

  I start to cry. I thought my parents cared about me, but they’re not acting like they do right now.

  “Please, Mom. I’m not hysterical. I just want the man I love to visit me in the hospital. Why is that too much to ask?”

  “Because you don’t love him! He doesn’t love you! Get that through your head, Chloe, because it hurts me to see you like this. My poor baby!” Cathy wails again.

  Maggie hands me a tissue as my parents continue to discuss my care like I’m not even here.

  “My poor baby!” my mom wails over and over again. Meanwhile, now my dad’s talking about in-patient therapies and halfway houses, like I’m some addict who needs rehab. What the hell?

  Suddenly, a huge shadow appears at the door and my heartbeat accelerates. It’s him. He’s come. The gorgeous man doesn’t even see my family and friends. Instead, he approaches and drops to one knee, looking so handsome.

  “Baby,” he chokes out. “Are you okay? I’m here, sweetheart.” I fall into his arms and begin to cry.

  “I love you so much Brett, and I’m so sorry I haven’t been in touch. I’ve just been so confused.”

  “Shhh,” he strokes my curls. “I love you too, and we won’t be apart again. Shh.”

  But he can’t get any more out because my parents march towards my hospital bed like a tornado. My dad is literally brandishing a pencil as if it’s a baseball bat. My mom is rifling through her wallet, as if ready to offer Brett a bribe to go away.

  “Don’t make me call security!” Dick growls.

  “How much do you want?” Cathy babbles. “I’ll give you two hundred cash now to leave our daughter alone.”

  What the fuck? This is way too out of control.

  “Get out,” I say to my parents.

  But they ignore me.

  “You get out!” Mom screams at Brett. “You are not her family. My baby girl needs us right now and you are the cause of her illness!”

  Suddenly, I can’t take it anymore.

  “Get out!” I scream at my parents. “Right now! I hate you!”

  My parents stare at me with shocked eyes because I’m not someone given to screaming. But they see that I’m serious and begin backing out the door.

  “Okay sweetheart, just call if you need us, hear?” asks Cathy in a trembling voice.

  “We’ll be waiting,” adds my dad, forcing a weak smile. Maggie too departs, a knowing look in her eyes. When we’re finally alone, Brett turns to me.

  “I’m here, sweetheart. What’s going on?”

  “I passed out,” I gasp. “I don’t know what happened, but I’ve been sick for two weeks and it’s awful. The doctors don’t know what’s wrong with me and all the tests are inconclusive.”

  Brett nods.

  “I can sense something is off. Your chi is misaligned.”

  “Brett, I’m so sorry…”

  He presses a finger to my lips. “We’ll have plenty of time to talk later. I want to focus on getting you better right now, okay?”

  I nod dumbly. It feels so good to have him close to me. I can’t believe I went two weeks without his touch because of the stupidity that’s been going on around us. I open my mouth to apologize again, but Brett stops me.

  “Later,” he repeats. “We’ll talk about everything later.”

  He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to my lips, letting me know that everything will be okay.

  “I’m going to make you feel better now,” he growls. True to his word, the handsome physician takes a seat beside me and closes his eyes while placing his hands on my abdomen. I know exactly what he’s doing because we’ve had enough sessions together that I recognize the treatment. Brett’s focusing his frequency energy on me.

  Within seconds, I start to feel revitalized. The constant nausea in my stomach dissipates and my head stops throbbing. My pulse, which had been low and erratic, starts to pick up. The monitor at my side begins to beep, startling me. But it’s a good thing because it means I’m getting better.

  I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My cheeks, which were pale just minutes ago, have some color now, and even my hair looks more bouncy and full, as opposed to the limp rat’s nest it was before.

  “It’s working!” I gasp. My entire body feels new and I’m rejuvenated, like I’ve been given a second chance at life.

  Brett opens his eyes. As soon as he sees me, a happy tear spills down his cheek.

  “How do you feel?” he asks.

  “Like I was never sick,” I say. “You fixed me, Brett.”

  He kisses me softly. “You see? What I do is real, Chloe, and you need my channeling energy on a basic level now. But it’s more than that. Our lives are intertwined and I fear that I can’t survive without you either. We need one another to balance our respective frequencies, as crazy as it sounds.”

  I nod, humbled.

  “You’re a true healer, Brett, and I love you so much. I’m sorry I doubted you, and I just … I don’t know, everything was so complicated for a while, but they’re not anymore. You mean everything to me.”

  The gorgeous man smiles, his blue eyes understanding.

  “I know, sweetheart, and I never gave up on you either. You were just going through a small spell, but it’s okay. It happens to everyone, and now, you’re right as rain. Plus, baby, while doing that last bit of channeling, I intuited the source of your discomfort.”

  My mouth drops open.

  “You did? Wait, am I not cured yet?”

  Brett throws his head back and laughs, flashing that movie star smile.

  “You won’t be cured for a while, at least not until you deliver. Because sweetheart, you’re pregnant. We’re going to have a baby.”

  For the first time in my life, words are stuck in my throat.

  “A baby?” I finally manage.

  His blue eyes gleam.

  “Sweetheart, we hardly ever used protection and you’re a young and fertile girl. A baby was coming sooner or later if we kept going the way we did, and honestly, I’m glad it’s sooner. I’m ready to be a father. Are you ready to be a mommy to our child, Chloe?”

  I’m stunned but suddenly happiness washes over me because yes, I want a baby with this gorgeous man. A little boy with black hair and blue eyes like Brett would make me so happy, and tears fill my eyes.

  “I’d love to have a baby with you, Dr. Northing,” I whisper while taking his hands. “Nothing would make me happier.”

  He leans forward and presses a soft kiss to my lips.

  “Good,” he whispers against my pink pout. “Because this isn’t the only baby I’ll be giving you, Chloe. I want you to get fat and waddle around like a duck over and over again. What would you say to five children?”

  I gasp, my cheeks going pink.

  “Five?” I stammer. But then my sassiness returns and I smile impishly at him. “Why not make it ten? We might as well have two basketball teams that can play each other, instead of just one.”

  With a low laugh, Brett pulls me into his arms again, and I cuddle in his heavenly embrace. He presses his lips to my forehead and I can feel his warm breath against the top of my head.

  “I love you, Chloe Francis, and you mean the world to me. We’ll never be apart again, you hear?”

  I nod as warm tears dampen the front of his shirt.

  “Never,” I vow. “I am yours, Brett Northing, and I always have been.”

  After all, this magnificent doctor has always been my True North. We may have met when I came to see him for a physical problem, but that problem has now been cured and is long gone. Due to a misunderstanding, we were separated for a short while, but never again. I will never doubt my lover’s skills, nor his intellect and abilities because Brett Northing is everything to me, and that’s the way it should be.

  Epilogue

  Brett

  Three years later.

  “Hi, Mrs. Northing,” I say, my lips brushing against Chloe’s petal pink pout. She wakes form her mid-afternoon nap with a smile on her face.

  “Hi, Dr. Northing,” she breathes in return. “Oof, I was tired!”

  We had a busy day at her parents’ house this morning. Family dinner turned into family brunch because it worked better for everyone’s schedules. Catrina and Owen have four children now, and Chloe’s brother Carter has one. Plus, Chloe and I have two kids and a baby on the way. Needless to say, the Francis house is filled with grandchildren, and Dick and Cathy are grateful.

  Granted, it wasn’t always so easy. It took a while for Chloe’s parents to fully accept our relationship, and the first few months were definitely awkward. But after we announced Chloe’s pregnancy, her parents came around. After all, they wanted to be a part of their grandchild’s life and knew not to stand in our way anymore.

  “How are you feeling?” I ask, placing my hands on her rounded tummy. The sight of my plump wife round and jiggly with my baby in her tummy always makes me so possessive.

  “Good,” she says. “The baby is kicking. Do you feel it?”

  “I do. I think she likes my frequency.”

  Chloe smiles again sleepily.

  “We both do.”

  I kiss her again, my tongue dipping between her lips.

  “We’re supposed to have dinner with Maggie and Karl tonight,” I say. “Are you up for it?”

  Chloe nods. “We haven’t seen them in a while. It’ll be nice to get out, too.”

  After all, not long after we got back together, Chloe started to devise a plan to get Karl and Maggie together. It took a full year for them to start dating, but they’ve been together ever since. I think it’s the Face Time. Karl tells me he gives Maggie Face Time on a regular basis even though she doesn’t have trouble achieving the Big O, and since then they’ve been inseparable. It’s to be expected.

  Suddenly, my wife begins trailing her fingers up and down my six pack. I grin down at her. “You like?”

  She smiles.

  “Oh, I like very much, Dr. Northing. Mmm.”

  My fingers find her panties and slip beneath the elastic. She sighs and wiggles beneath me, growing needy.

  “Mmmmm,” Chloe hums again.

  I laugh.

  “Just my fingers this time? Or maybe you want something else too?”

  My wife gets a devious look in her eyes.

  “There is one thing in particular I want right now.”

  “Oh yeah, what’s that?”

  “Your lips,” she whispers.

  I chuckle. That’s exactly what I expected because Face Time is a regular in this bedroom, and in a snap, I begin. I kiss down her pregnant belly and pull her panties off. Oh yes, she’s already wet and ready for me, and her juices are creamy and delicious. I heard that pregnancy could make a woman taste different, and it’s true because somehow, Chloe’s even sweeter and more full. As a result, I keep joking that we’ll have to keep Chloe pregnant permanently.

  Slowly, I lick up her slit and she squeals. Then I lie back and help my pregnant wife squat over my face. She’s huge and cumbersome but it doesn’t matter. I just want to taste that sweet honey.

  She moans and throws her head back while lowering her twat down to my tongue, and in return, I bury my face in her pussy and vibrate like a madman. Chloe squeals and cries out, gripping the headboard with all her strength.

  “Yes, Brett,” she cries out, beginning to buck. “Please!”

  I continue to focus the right frequency into her pussy and then suck her clit for good measure.

  “I’m close,” Chloe shrieks. “Don’t stop!”

  Of course not. I lick and suck before massaging her clit with my tongue, and then vibrate once more until her entire body quakes with an earth shattering O.

  “Unnnnh!” she cries out, big breasts bobbling. A huge gush of juice hits my tongue and I swallow hungrily. “Oh fuck! Brett!”

  That does it. I swallow and swallow even as my own body reaches the precipice and soars over the cliff. Hot jets of semen erupt into the air, spraying Chloe’s backside as she continues to vibrate on my face, squealing with pleasure. But my wife is dirty and she knows what I want. Slowly, she pushes herself backwards until my tip brushes her asshole and then presses down with her hips. Oh yes, my pregnant wife is taking cock up her ass and she loves it.

  “Ohhhh Brett,” she sighs while filling her bottom with my huge ten inches. “Mmmmm.”

  “This isn’t going to hurt the baby is it?” I gasp as I continue to shudder. She shakes her head.

  “No, not at all,” she sighs, slowly raising herself and then dropping down on that huge pole again, impaling herself. Holy shit, how did I get so lucky? I have a woman in her third trimester who can’t get enough of my hot rod in her bottom, no less. Angels truly do exist.

  Within minutes, the dirtiness is too much for me to handle. I slide in one last time and erupt like a madman, my seed spraying into her darkness.

  “Fuck!” is my growling roar. “Aw shit!”

  Chloe comes as well as her bottom clamps, jerking off my hot rod.

  “Mmm,” is her delighted sigh. “Oh yes!”

  We’re both panting as we come back to Earth.

  “That was nice, wasn’t it?” she asks, slowly pulling off. The sight is filthy, but I have nothing but adoration for this Earth Mother, because she’s my everything.

  “Chloe, I love you,” I say hoarsely. “I love how you accept me, my skills, my practice, and I love how you bear my children and wear my ring. Thank you, sweetheart.”

  Her eyes fill with tears and she leans forward to press a kiss on my lips.

 

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