Accidentally Perfect Page 12

“Yes, that’s it. This is a simple case, really. The physicians here did a wonderful job setting the bones and getting them stabilized with the screws and wires. My involvement in the case really wasn’t necessary. I honestly feel bad for my fee that is chargeable for my visit since I really didn’t do much but look at the films.”

  “Your fee?” Laney questions. Shit, I didn’t think this would come up.

  “Let’s not worry about it, doctor. You are well worth it.”

  “Wait, how much he is worth, Nathan?”

  “Twenty-five thousand is my normal emergency on call visit,” r. Basset said matter of factly.

  “Twenty-five thousand dollars? Are you fucking kidding me?”

  “Brad-”

  “Don’t Brad me, Nathan.”

  “Maybe I didn’t make myself clear last night when I said that those girls in there are my family and partly my responsibility. I will always take care of them and give them whatever they may need. Maybe now, you’ll actually believe the damn words that come out of my mouth.”

  “I’ll pay for it out of my father’s money.”

  “You will do no such thing, Laney.”

  “Okay, well, I’m done here.” The doctor stands taking his files with him. “Make sure Adele sees an orthopedic surgeon for exercises and checks up on her bone growth. Good day.” The doctor leaves the room.

  “That is bullshit, Nathan.”

  “Brad, don’t start with me. I did what I felt was needed to make sure Adele was properly cared for. I did it for Laney, Adele and my own piece of mind. There comes a point when doctors just go with the flow, and they don’t truly care about the patient they have laid out in front of them. They’re just a number, another paycheck. Sometimes money talks and sometimes you have to pay for quality. That’s all I did.”

  “Twenty-five thousand dollars Nathan, and the schmuck didn’t do anything.”

  “Brad, just leave it, alright. What’s done is done. Nathan did what he felt was right. You can’t fault him for following his instincts.”

  “I may not be able to fault him, but I sure as hell can question them.”

  “Would you not do the same fucking thing?” My patience is now gone when it comes to Brad.

  “I’m their father; of course, I would do it, without question. Would I do it for a child I just laid my eyes on, fuck no.”

  “You really need to get over yourself Brad; I don’t give a fuck if I knew her for ten minutes or the entire four almost five years of her life. I don’t give a fuck if it’s your blood flowing through her veins or mine.”

  “Nathan.-”

  “No Laney, I am mentally exhausted listening to Brad drum into my head the fact that he’s their father and I’m not. I fucking get it, Brad; they’re your daughters, but guess what buddy? They are my step-daughters, and I’m going to be the one tucking them in at night while you sit in your lonely apartment. Seriously, though, is that what’s bothering you or is it the fact that I have the power to make those costly decisions when it comes to your daughter when you don’t!”

  “Nathan stop it, now.” Natalie comes bursting through the door of the conference room.

  I look to Laney, and she looks mortified, her hands cover her mouth. I’m so past the point of being reasonable. I’m tired, and I’m worn out. I just married this woman, and I feel like we’ve been through hell and back, I haven’t even properly made love to her to show her how much she means to me. Two days into marriage and my resolve has been tested over and over again. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Do you think your temper and shooting your mouth off like that is going to solve anything.” I don’t respond. There’s no point to, she’s right.

  “Fuck, I’m sorry Brad. I really am. I didn’t mean that shit. I mean, I meant what I would do. I would bring Dr. Basset in again in a heartbeat. Even if it were you lying in that bed and needing a specialist, I would bring him in. If it makes Laney and the girls happy, I will do it for them.”

  He doesn’t say anything, he just nods his head. “Laney, I want some time alone with the girls. Why don’t you take a break?”

  “Brad-”

  “Please, Street.”

  “Laney, why don’t you and Nathan take a break? I’ll sit with Brad and the girls. You can come back when they release Amanda and get her settled in at home.”

  “Natalie, don’t forget I need to to work on what we discussed.”

  “Nathan, I’ve got it handled. Let me make this clear, I’m not doing anything we discussed for you. You are so far down my shit list right now; I would kick your ass if I could manage it. Just go.”

  “I really am sorry, Laney.”

  “I know you are, Nathan. The whole situation is stressful. It’s been one thing after another since we got back. It’s not bad enough the girls are in pain and suffering but then we have the rest of the shit storm to contend with.”

  Nathan drives through the streets heading back to my house. There isn’t anything that I need to get ready for Amanda coming home. Maybe I’ll make her a makeshift bed on the couch in my room, so she doesn’t have to sleep alone tonight. We have enough rooms for each of the girls to have their own rooms, but still being so little I like knowing they have each other to lean against before they come to me. I like knowing they are in their room together, being close building a foundation to their relationship as sisters, and hopefully as best friends.

  There may come a time when I’m no longer around, and as much as that thought pains me, I’m at peace knowing they have each other. Having Stella in my life has helped a lot since I lost my father, but it isn’t the same as having the blood relation of a sibling. The short time I’ve spent with Natalie and Nathan I can tell their bond is unbreakable. Even though we left the hospital, and she was pissed as all get out, I know it’s out of love. I’m not familiar with how their father is, but I’m sure her reaction to the things Nathan said was more about her reaction to the past with her father than it is with Nathan. I know what it’s like to live with the fear of turning into a parent you despise. I am not fearful of being a loving parent like my father was. I’m only fearful of turning into a heartless hag like my mother. She may be beautifully put together on the outside, but inside, she is as ugly as they come. “I don’t like that side of me, Laney. I had hoped that you would never have to see it, or at least not so soon.”

  “Words hurt Nathan; things are said in the heat of the moment when tempers fly. I understand that.”

  “You know that’s all that it was, right?”

  “Yes, but the one thing you have to understand with Brad is the money subject has always been an issue for him. He didn’t come from anything. His parents are both gone. They didn’t leave him with anything, so everything he has, he‘s had to work for. He never understood why I chose to continue to work on my degree and fight for my career. He thought we would ride out our lives with the money my father had left me. When I told him that wasn’t an option, he was frustrated with it. I never hid the fact that I had money and was well off, but I also never hid the fact that I wasn’t going to sit around for the rest of my life and not do something I wanted to accomplish. Even before my father passed, I wanted to become a nurse. I know some people, like my mother, think I’m delusional to work for something that I don’t have to. Brad was one of those people at first. But once he knew I wasn’t going to budge he continued with school. I know it was early on in our relationship still. At first I thought he was like my mother. But he wasn’t. I think he saw it as finally catching a break. After seeing his folks work to make ends meet and then still not have anything extra.”

  “So throwing my abilities when it comes to his daughters in his face is a no-go zone?”

  “A huge no-go zone.”

  “You know that I don’t flaunt the money or my family’s name, don’t you? That’s not what it was about at all.”

  “I know Nathan.”

  “If it was like that, or if I
was like that then I wouldn’t be any better than my father and I refuse to be like him.”

  “I’m sure I know that more than most, don’t you think? Your father and my mother are one and the same. They will always try to tear us down. They will always try to guilt us. We are the exact opposite of what they want us to be. That fact is something they can’t stand. They will always try to bring us down to their levels.”

  “Right.”

  “But we can’t allow that. We can’t allow their filth to touch our lives and what we believe in. You Nathan, are the best of your mother. Her soul and her goodness live on through you. As long as you remember that, then no matter what your father says to you, won’t matter. He can blow all the smoke he wants. If you never believe a word that comes out of his mouth, it will never matter how much smoke he blows, there will never be a fire.”

  “I love you, Laney Bear.”

  “I love you, too.”

  We pull up to her house and into the garage located underneath. She really does have a beautiful home. It totally fits her. Her father must have known her well. Everything in the home screams Laney, but knowing she’s shared these walls with Brad really digs at me. They were once a family in this home; they’ve made love in this home. I don’t even want to get started on that little pest, Michael.

  I want to make memories with this woman. I want memories that are just hers and mine. I don’t want anything that I build with this woman to be tainted in any way. That’s another reason why I want to make my house a place they won’t ever want to leave. I want the girls to know that it’s their home and not just a pit stop on the recovery for Adele. I have never shared cherished moments with another woman in my home. My households walls upon walls of blank canvases waiting to be covered by the laughter of little girls and the smiles of a woman who has captured my heart and soul.

  I turn and look into those warm eyes. “Sweet girl, why don’t you go take a nice warm shower and relax a bit. I’ll make us some drinks, and we can just zone out before we go pick up Amanda.”

  “A hot shower does sound wonderful.” She leans in and gives me a kiss. “I’ll be down shortly. There’s a bar in the dining room off the kitchen.” She gets out of the car turns around with one hand on the window and the other on the side of the car she leans down showing me a clear shot of her cleavage. “Make yourself anything you want, but I would love something fruity.” She turns back around and leaves me sitting in the car, semi-hard by just a simple peak of her breasts.

  I’m impressed with the masculine selection in her bar. She has everything from Bombay Saphire Gin, Hendrick's Gin, Patron tequila; she even has a sixty-four-year-old Macallan. That set her back a pretty penny. I grab what I can from the bar to make her something fruity. Hopefully, she has fruit in the fridge so I can make her a daiquiri. What woman doesn’t like a daiquiri? I’m leaning in the fridge grabbing some strawberries when I smell her. The lavender hits my nose, and I automatically inhale.

  I close the door, and I see her leaning against the door frame leading into the kitchen. “Hey.” A smile plays on her lips.

  “Hi.” I swallow hard trying to loosen the lump that has suddenly developed in my throat. She looks angelic standing before me. An angel with a halo of reddened waves. Her breasts are barely covered by a white lace, not-quite-there tank. I can clearly see the pink of her nipples. Her ass and pussy are hidden behind white shimmery satin. I take the sight of her in. I drown in her; I sear the vision that stands before me in my memory.

  Her French manicured toes are delicately placed in strappy heeled slippers. I didn’t know they made those, I thought it was always slippers or flip flops. Her legs are to die for. They flow up meeting her full hips. Any man would be lucky to have them wrapped around him each and every night. The only one lucky enough is this bastard right here. She’s wearing white flowy boy shorts that move freely, brushing against her thighs and ass. I am completely jealous of that scrap of clothing. I’m the one that should be touching her. I growl deep in the back of my throat. I feel my cock come to attention. The sudden rush of blood southward leaves me momentarily light-headed. I weave slightly and catch myself by steadying my hand on the kitchen island.

  “Is there a problem, Nathan?”

  “Is there a problem? Oh, sweet girl.” I smile, “There are many problems with this situation, but I plan to elevate every, single, one.”

  I take two strides to get to her, but it’s not enough. I need to feel her. I need to have her beneath me, writhing, screaming my name. I take her hands in mine, “Laney.” I whisper, I see the effect just my voice has on her. Her nipples pebble beneath her barely there sheer camisole. I don’t waste the moment as I capture her nipple in my mouth. The warmth of the fabric mixed with the heat of my breath sends chills through her body. Her nipples harden even further, screaming for them to be sucked, bitten.

  “Oh, Nathan.” Her voice is rasped with passion; it sent shockwaves to my penis. My jeans stretch painfully against my swollen shaft. Her hands move greedily to my pants unbuckling my belt and dropping my jeans and boxers at an alarming rate. My dick springs free, and I moan with relief. I take her breasts in my hands as I kiss, suck and mark what is already mine. “Fuck,” she moans as she strokes my cock. “I need you naked, now.”

  “Your wish is my command, baby.” I rip my t-shirt over my head while she kicks off her slippers and starts on her shirt. I grab her hands, “I don’t think so, love. Let me.” There is no way I’m going to do this fast. I’m going to take my time with her body. I’m going to worship her.

  I place my hands on her sides and slowly move up. I stare down into her eyes and watch the emotions float across. She moans and bites her bottom lip as I lift her shirt slowly exposing her firm stomach. I stop just below her breasts my thumbs grazing the sides, and I lean down to place kisses on her stomach while her hands grab my shoulders, and her nails start to dig into my flesh. I welcome the pain. I work my way up, lifting the shirt and I take a nipple into my mouth. I continue to kiss and suck each breast. The softness of her skin makes my mouth water. “Lift up baby.” She does as I say, and I continue to remove her shirt over her head. The shirt falls to the floor as my mouth lands on her neck, sucking, tasting her skin. “Fuck, Laney. I can never get enough of you, baby.”

  “Please, Nathan.”

  I slide my hands down her sides; my fingers go easily under the edge of the satin that sits on her hips. Pulling down her shorts, I feel the silk against my hands. Once the shorts hit the floor, I step back and admire the view. A small triangle of white silk covers her. I turn her around and see a thin strip of silk continue over her hip diving in between her luscious ass. “Fuck me, baby.”

  “Oh, I plan to.”

  Her movement is quick as she drops to her knees in front of me. She takes my dick in her hands and strokes me. Her eyes burn with passion while a smile starts to grow as she gets closer to my cock. Sweet Jesus, she is beautiful. I watch as her tongue comes out and licks the head. The sensation of wet warmth overcomes me as she takes me in her mouth. My head falls back, and my ass tightens as I slightly thrust into her mouth, driving myself deeper. She takes me in, licking and stroking my shaft with her tongue while she grabs and massages my sac. I can smell how aroused she is and can I imagine her sweet cunt dripping as she sucks me off. “Fuck Laney, baby. Fucking shit.” My teeth clench and I feel like I’m about to explode. “Sorry, baby.” I bend downing causing my dick to pop from her mouth. “I need to be inside you now.” I pick her up and place her on the island. This wasn’t my plan, and I’m sure it wasn’t hers, but I need to feel her now. “This is gonna be quick, Bear.” I rip the remaining clothing from her body, and I grab her legs bringing her to me. I slide into her fitting perfectly into home. “Fuck, yeah.”

  “Yes, Nathan.”

  She grabs onto my shoulders as I take her in the kitchen. I pound into her feeling her clenching my dick making my eyes roll back with the sensation. She wraps her legs around me, “Fuck yes, baby.” I k
eep going. The warmth of her pussy pushes me over the edge. This is all I want out of life, this feeling right here, just the two of us encompassed in the passion that make us so much more than man and wife. Without her, I am nothing.

  She looks so incredible beneath me. The curtain of crimson fanned out on the wooden surface. The pink of her hardened nipples is darker now. I see the lust in her eyes; her cheeks are flushed with her arousal. I slow my tempo down. I slide smoothly into her then out, then in again. Leaning over I grab her by the back of the neck and bring her to me to kiss her. I make sure it’s warm and filled with how I feel for her. I grind my groin into her, and she follows suit by rotating her hips allowing me to go deeper. “Nathan, oh baby.” Her nails take residence in my skin again, clawing at me as she grinds into me. “Nathan.”

  “Baby,” I can feel it. I can feel my climax rolling from the base of my spine. I dive deeper, hitting my mark, causing her to spasm around my cock. The tightening of her cunt draws my sac up, allowing my own orgasm to hit me full force. A chill breaks out over my body, and I continue to pump my release into her. Her pussy continues to milk me as she continues to rotate her hips. The aftershocks start to fade as my heart rate slows. “I love you, Laney. So fucking much.” I shower her with kisses to show her what my words might not convey.

  I left home about an hour ago. Nathan was going to have Tony pick him up and take him to his place to grab some clothes and pick up his car. As much as I wanted Nathan with me to pick up Amanda from the hospital, I felt that Brad may need a break from the reality of the situation. I don’t want them to be at each other’s throat all the time. Soon it will start to affect the girls, and I don’t ever want them to feel their loyalties should be divided. They should always choose their father over Nathan. Brad loves them, but I know that if the guys continue to be at each other's throats, it’s going to put the twins in a tough spot. I know they wouldn’t want to disappoint me either.