Page 38 of Loyal
“No, what’s up? Do you need help with a patient?”
She shakes her head and smiles. “How many times do I have to tell you, all work and no play makes Sami a very dull girl.”
I smirk. “I’m pretty sure my life has been anything but dull lately. Wouldn’t you say?”
She laughs. “You’re not wrong, which is why I’m here to steal you away for lunch. I need a gossip sesh.”
I look over at the room across from me where there is a laboring mother with extreme anxiety after losing her first baby. “I don’t know. I should really stay.”
Gina grabs my arm and pulls me up. “Babe, you are required to take a lunch. You won’t be any good to your patients if you’re hangry.”
“I don’t get hangry,” I lie, knowing full well I do.
“Bullshit. Now let’s go. Melissa has it under control.”
I look over at the woman in question and she nods. “Go. I got this. I’ll page you if I need you.”
“Thank you,” I tell her.
Gina and I leave the maternity floor and head downstairs.
“Where are we going?” I ask as we step out of the elevator.
“Pizza place across the street?” she asks, making me groan.
“That sounds awesome.”
Once we are seated and have our drinks she turns toward me. “Okay, spill. I need all the details.”
I sigh as I sink into the booth. “I don’t even know where to start.”
“The beginning usually helps,” she quips, making me laugh.
“He’s…not what I expected but in the best way. He sends me flowers and checks in throughout the day. He sends me good morning and good night texts for crying out loud.”
“Sounds promising, and the sex is good?”
“So, so good,” I sigh. “Like I genuinely didn’t know it could be that good. Honestly, I would have thought that he would have been shit since he’s younger than me, but no, he knows what he’s doing, and it’s insane.”
“I mean we both know that Billy was shit, but that doesn’t mean other guys are. Some men get off on getting you off.”
“True, but still. The difference is staggering. Then again when I think about it, I have to remember that Billy and I were young. We were each other’s firsts, so we didn’t know any better.”
“And when one isn’t willing to deviate, it becomes stagnant.” She nods knowingly.
“Exactly.”
“So if the sex is fantastic and he treats you like a queen, what’s the issue?”
“Farrah…”
Gina rolls her eyes. “I love your daughter like she’s my own, but I could strangle her.”
“She’s struggling. I keep waiting for it to get better, but it doesn’t. No matter how many times I have him over for dinner, she is still acting like a brat,” I say half-heartedly.
“That’s not an excuse to be a bitch. Don’t get me wrong, I know what it’s like to witness your parents going through a divorce, it sucks. I empathize, but that doesn’t mean she can try and sway you to getting back with a man who was pretty much absent unless it benefited him.”
“I know, and what’s worse is I just don’t get it. She thinks we had this great marriage and has said as much, and I just sit there and wonder if she was living in the same house as me. Like how is being ignored or belittled by your partner okay? I just don’t get it.”
