Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 97275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
“Come sit down in your chair. I’ll grab a band aid and take it out.” I called over my shoulder.
I didn’t want him messing anything up. Most likely, I should have his doctor’s permission first, but I knew he was serious about doing it himself.
When I got back, all of the nurses were crowded around Max laughing about something. Once I got within hearing distance, I understood what they were carrying on about; apparently, Max felt it necessary to show everyone my drawing. Shithead.
The rest of the night went swiftly. I was in love with my job. Getting to hold babies was the most rewarding type of nursing there was. This was the purest form of life. These babies were just starting out, their innocence intact, nothing there to mar their existence or taint it in any way. They were all beautiful in their own way, and almost every time the parents were over the moon about having them in their lives. Some of the women tried for years and years to have a baby, and when it finally happened, they became their mommy’s little miracle. Others had them by accident, but their love for them still shined through.
Max flirted with every single mother on the floor that night, even holding their babies, chatting, and genuinely interested in my job. Even Tammy explained her job as the charge nurse, and let him bug her about anything and everything under the moon.
It was apparent to me that Max was a ladies man, but I wasn’t worried. I was secure in our relationship and myself. This was just the type of person he was, and I knew he probably didn’t meet a single stranger that he couldn’t strike up a conversation with about something.
Max went back to his room around six that morning, spending nearly my entire shift on the floor with me. I went to his room after my shift was over to find him waiting for me to get there so we could leave together. He’d convinced the doctor that he had a private nurse, and that she would take care of his every need.
I guess that meant that I was spending my next three days off taking care of him. This wasn’t my favorite thing to do. Men had a way about them when they were hurt or sick. They over dramatized everything. Where something wouldn’t even affect a woman, a man acted like the earth was coming to an end.
I’d had my share of male patients over the last two years of nursing school. On top of that, my brother and father are nearly just as bad. You would think with two big men like themselves could handle a teeny tiny cold. You’d be wrong. Unfortunately, the old saying is true. The bigger they are, the harder they fall, and I had a feeling the next three days would blow.
Chapter 6
Life isn’t Burger King. You can’t always have it your way.
-T-shirt
Payton
“What’s his problem?” Cheyenne asked me.
We were all out on the Max’s front porch. Cheyenne and Ember sat in lawn chairs beside me. We’d been banished from the house because Max didn’t like us talking during the movie. We were talking about the upcoming Thanksgiving parade set for two days from today. Max had requested we “shut the fuck up” numerous times before we were asked to leave.
He was in a super pissy mood. The doctor had informed him that sex wasn’t an option until his checkup, and I made him stick to it. I wasn’t one of those women that broke at the first sign of neediness from a man. I wasn’t risking Max’s health for an orgasm. I mean sure, it would blow my mind at first, but if I broke him in some way, it would only be that much longer before I could have him full time again.
Moreover, he was mad that I refused to move in with him. I wasn’t ready to move in yet. I wanted to move in for the right reasons, not because he was hurt and wanted me there. He hadn’t repeated the “L” word yet, and I didn’t want to push him into anything. I wanted him to come into this knowing all the facts.
“He’s mad because I won’t move in with him.” I explained.
“Well, why won’t you?” Ember asked.
I took a pull on the chocolate milkshake I was drinking, and answered, “Well, I want him to love me first. I don’t want to let my apartment go, only to be without somewhere to live in a few months when he gets tired of me.”
“Max has never ever asked anyone to move in with him. I’ve only met his girlfriend’s accidentally. He’s never even brought a woman back since I moved in with Gabe. In fact, I haven’t even heard about him seeing someone since he met you, now that I think about it.” She said before belching like a linebacker.
“Six.” I said as I rated her.
“That was clearly a nine. You’re a cheater.”
“Don’t be a sore loser, Ember. It’s not becoming.” Cheyenne said before turning back to me, “She’s also right though, Payton. Maxiepoo hasn’t had any ass since he was injured. Sam said it wasn’t what he was looking for anymore. He told Sam that he wanted kids, and he wasn’t going to get them if he kept looking for easy p-u-s-s-y.”
Cheyenne spelled the word out of habit. Just last week Pru had told Sam that she was going to “have his balls” if he didn’t get her a snack right that instant. After Sam recovered from the statement, he immediately sent Pru to Cheyenne to tell her what she’d just said. Pru then proceeded to tell Cheyenne that she had a “fat ass.”
I’d been lucky enough to witness that part of the statement, and I about died laughing. Sam and Cheyenne hadn’t found it as funny as me, but I also wasn’t her parent. I was allowed to howl in hilarity and roll around the living room.