Dr. Travis, I Love You Page 9

  But Travis didn’t seem uncomfortable at all.

  “Please Janie, just tell me. I’m not mad.” He cradled my hand against his chest, squeezing it gently.

  I took a moment, trying to clear my head, gathering up all the right words at the tip of my tongue. “I tried to tell you, but you were never home. I left a note under your door, but you never responded so I figured that you wanted nothing to do with me and the baby.”

  He shook his head. “How could you think that?” came a low growl.

  “Well, you just disappeared for two months. I thought you had ghosted me.”

  He took my cheeks in his hands, holding my face with a gentle touch. “I would never do that to a girl like you,” he stated, blue eyes filled with deep emotion. “You deserve the world and that’s exactly what I’m going to give you.” One of his hands lowered onto my stomach. “For you and the baby.”

  I paused. Was this really happening? It sounded more like a fairy tale than my life.

  “But what about the note?” I asked cautiously. “Why didn’t you come find me afterwards? I slipped it under your door. You couldn’t have missed it.”

  The doctor shook his head, strong jaw clenched.

  “I never got it, Janie. I’m not sure what to say.”

  I eyed him carefully.

  “Last Tuesday,” I pressed. “Are you sure you missed it?”

  Suddenly, Travis slapped a palm against his forehead, eyes shutting with realization.

  “Sweetheart, I know what happened. I got back really late last night, and cut through the grass at 5 a.m. after my shift was over. There was a ton of dew, and my shoes got wet. So your note must have been that sodden scrap of paper stuck to the bottom of my sole. I’m sorry, honey. I thought it was toilet paper or something, there wasn’t even any ink on it.”

  I stared at him.

  “Really?”

  He nodded, handsome mien serious.

  “I’m serious, hope to die, Janie. If I’d known that was your note, I would have been banging on your door immediately in the early hours of the morning, sleep be damned.”

  I paused for a moment, my heart trembling on the precipice.

  “So you never got my note about the pregnancy?”

  “Never sweetheart. I swear to god. Nothing could have kept me away if I’d known you were pregnant.”

  I took a deep breath, lungs expanding with much-needed oxygen. Because as ridiculous as the excuse sounded, it also sounded possible. My note had been on a tiny slip of paper that wasn’t much bigger than a Post-It. So maybe, just maybe, it’d gotten swept up in the day’s usual detritus and dumped in the trash.

  “Okay, so where does that leave us?” I asked hesitantly, trying to remember to breathe. Travis shot me a sweeping look.

  “I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that I’d like to keep the baby. I want to raise it with you and figure out where this goes,” he paused. “But only if you want me to.”

  Unable to speak, all I could do was nod my head even as happiness burst in my soul. Travis wanted the baby … and me? How could that be happening? And the joy must have shone in my eyes because in an instant, he pulled me into his embrace, holding tight. “I was so worried about you, sweetheart.”

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

  “Don’t apologize. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

  But a much more important question was still floating in the air.

  “What about the baby?” I was scared to ask. “Is he or she okay? Hopefully nothing bad happened because of the fainting episode,” I said tearfully.

  Travis shot me a smile.

  “So far, everything is as it should be. I’ve put in a request on your behalf to one of my friends. He’s the best OBGYN you’ll ever meet. Trust me. His schedule is a little packed right now, but he promised to squeeze you in.”

  “I don’t want to be a burden. I know you didn’t expect this.”

  Travis shook his head. “It’s no problem. Randy owes me one, anyways. I’m the only reason he passed organic chemistry in college,” was his droll remark.

  “Okay, if you’re okay with it,” I responded, hesitantly.

  “Don’t worry,” my lover reassured me. “I’ll be by your side throughout this whole pregnancy, I promise.”

  Happiness was flowing over my soul, a balm that made it easier to breathe, my heart pumping energetically. And yet I still harbored some doubts about how this could happen. Because who was the woman at the restaurant? The ravishing one that could only have been his date?

  Oh god, I’d misread the situation. Travis wanted the baby, but he hadn’t made any concrete promises about us. He just wanted a happy child with a happy mother while he carried on with his own romantic extracurriculars. Correction. We were the extracurriculars, his love life was his own business.

  Pain tore through me then, making me bend over double, gasping.

  “You okay?” he asked, concern written all over his face. “What happened?”

  But I had to ask. There was no sense in putting it off anymore.

  “Who was the woman you were with tonight?” I asked, fighting to get the words out beyond my strained vocal cords.

  His brows drew close, genuinely puzzled.

  “What woman?”

  “The one you were having dinner with. She was your date, wasn’t she?”

  Sudden understanding flashed in his eyes.

  Travis laughed. “Oh, that’s a good one.”

  I frowned, failing to see how this was funny. “Travis, seriously. Who was she? I mean, I can understand why you’d want to be with her. She’s stylish and charming, and much more beautiful than I’d ever be–”

  Abruptly, Travis cut me off with a kiss. At first, my body was stiff, unsure of what was going on, but it soon melted against his warm lips, the handsome doctor irresistible.

  His hands fell to my hips, pulling me a little closer as the kiss continued, and I grew light-headed and giddy, electricity coursing underneath my skin. An involuntary shiver wracked my frame as I melted into his embrace, dizzy with hopeless possibility.

  Because in that moment, I knew without a doubt that we both had feelings for each other – feelings that were true and eternal no matter who that woman was.

  Slowly, he pulled away, running his fingers through my hair before kissing the top of my head. “You’re beautiful, Janie. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. No one else could compare to you.”

  But still, there were unanswered questions in the air. And why was he avoiding the question?”

  “Tell me Travis,” I said firmly this time. “Who was the girl?” was my insistent question. Even though his actions calmed me a bit, there was still some trepidation. This time, the doctor smiled a bit wolfishly.

  “Sweetheart, you’re barking up the wrong tree. That was my dear sister, Tracie. You have no reason to be jealous at all, although it’s kinda cute. In fact, Tracie’s waiting outside right now, and I’m happy to introduce you two if you want.”

  “Oh.” My face flushed red, feeling like a complete idiot. Of course, I had jumped to conclusions. There was some resemblance come to think of it, what with the siblings sharing the same devastating black hair and flashing blue eyes. But instead, I’d just assumed that she was the competition.

  Reading my thoughts, Travis smirked a bit then. “So sweetheart, does that make you feel better? There’s no one else, I promise. These past two months have been sheer torture for me,” he said, growing serious. “I’ve been working nonstop with barely any sleep, and I kept wanting to see you but every time I had a day off, I’d pass out on the couch or come home in the middle of the night when it was way too late. I’m sorry,” he rasped, kissing the back of my hand. “I hope you can forgive me and that we can make this work because I truly do like you.”

  A trembling smile wavered on my lips. “I like you too. A lot.”

  “Good,” he grunted before leaning forwards. And
in a flash, our lips collided in another soul-searching kiss. Oh god, this felt so right. I wrapped my arms around his neck, fingers tangling in that ink-black hair. Even the scent of the man made me heady, my insides going loose and warm from inhaling that sexy male musk. God, I had missed him.

  But suddenly, a squeal interrupted us, sounding like nails on chalkboard.

  “Damn, sleeping beauty, you don’t wait, do you?” Mandy’s voice echoed, making my head pound. I sprung away from Travis, face the color of a tomato. The doctor didn’t look embarrassed at all. In fact, he turned and fixed my friend with a semi-hostile stare, annoyed that our moment was interrupted.

  “Hey, no need to look so mad,” Mandy protested, lifting her hands in the air. “I just wanted to make sure Janie was okay.”

  Travis glared at her again before his expression relented somewhat. After all, the blonde was here at the hospital to see me, so her intentions had to be true.

  “Hi,” he said grudgingly. “Nice to see you again.”

  She laughed. “Hello to you too,” she purred before turning towards me. “Babe, it’s good to see you’re awake.” With a dramatic wave of her arms, she pulled me into a hug. “Plus, I got you a little something.” From inside her purse, she fished out a box of chocolates. “I figured since you have a little one on the way, you might have some cravings that this place isn’t going to be able to satisfy.”

  “You told her about my pregnancy?” I asked Travis, eyes wide. “But … but …”

  The man reassured me.

  “Sweetheart, it wasn’t me. Mandy went to your apartment to grab some stuff for you and found the pregnancy test on the bathroom counter,” he explained. “She’s the one that tipped me off, as a matter of fact.”

  Oh wait a minute. So it hadn’t been my medical records. I’d just assumed that since he was a doctor, he’d read them over using his hospital privileges. How had things gotten so twisted? Why did I always jump to conclusions? First with his sister, and now with this.

  Reading my mind, Travis answered.

  “I’d never do that sweetheart. Your medical records are confidential and belong to you, and you only. I wouldn’t review them unless you asked me to specifically.”

  “Oh,” I flushed. Of course. This man was ethical and principled, someone who truly honored his patient’s wishes.

  Mandy interrupted then.

  “It was me who found the pregnancy test, babe,” she confirmed. “But why didn’t you tell me?” she asked curiously, cocking that blonde head. “I would have supported you.”

  I hung my head, a bit ashamed.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do at first because the pregnancy was a shock and I was totally overwhelmed.”

  My buddy shook her head, huffing a bit. “You have to learn to rely on other people, Janie. I always tell you this. You can’t do it all by yourself. Sometimes you just need a helping hand, and there’s no harm in asking.”

  I opened my mouth to retort, but Travis interrupted, his deep voice gruff.

  “Well, Janie won’t need to do it on her own. We’re going to raise the baby together, as loving parents,” he announced with a sense of pride in his voice. “And I’m going to give them everything they could ever want. Isn’t that right, sweetheart? My child’s going to be spoiled.”

  “Don’t pamper them too much,” Mandy giggled. “Too much of a good thing is bad,” she quipped drolly. Turning back to me, my friend winked. “Well go on, open the chocolates. I want a truffle.”

  I smiled with exasperation.

  “Did you buy this for me or for yourself?” was my rueful question, raising an eyebrow in her direction before carefully tearing away the shiny plastic wrapping.

  Mandy smiled wickedly.

  “Both,” she admitted. “Is that so bad?”

  “Nope, I wouldn’t expect anything less from you,” was my laughing retort. And with that, I slowly pulled off the plastic wrap, going at a snail’s pace just to tease Mandy.

  “Janie,” she whined. “I’m going to go into chocolate withdrawal if you don’t speed things up.”

  “Now you’re making me hungry, too,” Travis growled, eyeing the pink box with a smile. So with a flourish, I ripped off all the wrapping paper, offering the box around before I took one myself.

  “Mmm.” Mandy smiled, popping a truffle into her mouth.

  “Which one would you like, sweetheart?” Travis asked. “Pregnant lady’s choice.”

  I blushed, hearing him talk of my condition.

  “I don’t really have a preference,” was my demurral, shyly shooting him a glance from under my lashes. Because the baby growing inside me was his, and talking about it together was so right. We’d make it through this challenging time, I could feel it in my heart.

  But Travis’s smile widened, blue eyes flashing.

  “Well, in that case.” With a sly smile on his face, he placed one between his lips, beckoning me to lean closer.

  I glanced at Mandy, feeling a little awkward with her standing right there. Still, the offering was too good to refuse so I leaned forwards, kissing him and stealing half of the chocolate out of his mouth simultaneously. Somehow, it made the treat even sweeter, as if the imprint of his lips held a magic potion all of their own. I smiled again before relaxing into the bed.

  “Anyways, I’ll let you two lovebirds have your moment,” Mandy sang as she headed towards the door. “If you need anything, just give me a call, okay?”

  “Okay. Thank you.” I waved as she left.

  Finally, we were alone again. Travis sat down on the edge of the bed, resting his hand on my thigh. “How are you feeling? Is there anything I can get for you?”

  “I’m okay,” I answered, placing my hand on his. “So long as you’re by my side.”

  Something flashed in those blue eyes, unreadable and yet filled with the most cherished of emotions.

  “Always.” He locked our fingers together. “Hopefully things will ease up soon, so I can spend more time with you. I don’t want to work myself to death and never get to see you or the baby.”

  “I don’t want to interfere with your work,” was my hesitant murmur.

  He shook his head. “No, it’s about time the hospital stopped overworking the doctors and hired some more staff. I’m going to tell them. To think that I almost missed out on your pregnancy because of a late night and too much dew on the lawn,” he said ruefully. “It’s crazy.”

  I smiled gently at him, squeezing that big hand.

  “Well, whatever the case, I’m glad we’re going to start a family together,” was my reassuring murmur.

  He smiled, kissing my forehead. “Me too, Janie, me too.”

  And with that, my era of bliss began. Because I’d been nothing but a random hook-up at first. The curvy girl who lived across the hall, showing up at his apartment bedraggled and wet, soaked to the bone. But something took hold within both of us. Physically, yes, his seed was virile and my fertile form embraced the gift. But emotionally, we connected as well, and that spark never went away. Despite the fact that we didn’t interact for two months, the initial magnetism was always there, bursting into a flame now that we were expecting a child together.

  So how did I get so lucky? After all, my hero was Dr. Travis, MD, way out of my league, while I was nothing but the shy girl from down the hall, pining from afar. And yet somehow I’d blossomed, our paths had crossed again, and my only takeaway from all this is that dreams really do come true – and now there were no limits to our future together.

  Epilogue

  Travis

  Five years later …

  “Daddy, I want to peel the carrots!” Beatrice, our four-year-old daughter, tugged at my pant leg, trying to get my attention.

  “Of course, pumpkin. Do you remember to use the peeler?”

  She nodded as I hoisted her onto her step stool. Carefully, I placed the carrots in front of my child before handing her a purple-colored peeler which she eagerly grasped into her hand, bran
dishing it like a sword.

  As my darling daughter occupied herself with that task, I stood beside her, supervising while simultaneously cutting up a slab of beef into thin strips.

  “When does Mommy come home?” Beatrice asked, looking up at me innocent brown eyes, her curls askew. It’s amazing how much Bea looks like her mom, a Mini-Me of Janie down to her chestnut curls and warm caramel gaze.

  “Hopefully after we finish making dinner,” I chuckled.

  “I’m so excited. It’s Mommy’s birthday!” she giggled.

  “Me too, pumpkin.” I kissed the top of her head. “How are those carrots looking? They coming along well?”

  “Good!” She had managed to peel one carrot to near perfection, which is quite the accomplishment for a four year-old. But unfortunately, there were still seven more to go, and at this rate, we would be here all night long.

  “Do you mind if Daddy helps?” I asked gently, taking the peeler from her chubby fist.

  She shook her head, pigtails whipping from side to side.

  “No Daddy. You do it,” she said graciously, hopping off the step stool.

  Quickly, I finished off the rest of the carrots before chopping them up and adding them to the stir-fry.

  “Do you want to set the table, Bea?” I called out. “Daddy would appreciate the help.”

  Because this is my life now. I still practice medicine, but I’ve gone into a different specialty. The emergency room wasn’t working for me, nor for us as a couple. And after Janie had her accident, I swore to never work those kinds of hours again.

  So now I’m a radiologist. The hours can be long, sure, but it isn’t the kind of endless hustle and bustle that characterizes emergency work. Instead, I only work three days a week, staring at X-ray film with a magnifying glass in hand. And the remainder of the week, I’m with my wife and daughter, which means the world to me. Sure, I miss interacting with patients, but at the same time radiology is fulfilling too, and if anything, I’m saving even more lives now.