Page 48 of Mercy
I chuckle, “I don’t have a clue, baby.”
She bites me, and in an instant, I’m hard as a rock again.
My phone starts ringing, and she giggles.
I answer, “Dr. Lexington.”
Thanks to Mercy’s tongue running across every inch of skin she can access, I’m not sure what the nurse actually said. But I know Ivy is out of surgery.
“Baby girl, we have to go see, Ivy. But you’re coming home with me tonight.”
“Fine, but I’m hungry. I haven’t eaten since yesterday. I hope your plans involve food.”
“Food and sleep, baby. And tomorrow we have to go to HR.”
“Why?” she jumps up.
“We need to tell them about our relationship before more people jump to the conclusion that I’m taking advantage of you. Let’s go, we will talk about this more later.”
She takes my hand and pulls me to Ivy’s room. Finally, she’s mine again. I will not make the same mistake again. Nash will find out about us at some point, but he’ll have to deal with it. He never had her, I do. She’s mine. When I make her my wife, I know he’ll struggle, but I won’t give up my happiness when she wouldn’t want him anyway. Maybe I’m a selfish man, a bad father but I can’t let her go.
Seventeen
MERCY
We puton our PPE gear, and I grip Liam’s hand tight as we walk into Ivy’s room. I’m terrified to see what her surgery was like this time.
Just like last time, I sit beside her while Liam flips through her chart. A few moments later, he comes and sits beside me.
“It went smoother this time. Her blood pressure was stable, and no transfusion was needed.”
I breathe a sigh of relief, “I’m so happy.”
“She has a long way to go but it’s a good sign for future surgeries. Ivy is a fighter.”
“What time do you need to be here tomorrow?” she asks.
I run my hand through the back of her hair, “Early. I need to do rounds. I can’t make a habit of today.”
“I’ll take a cab in because there’s something I’m going to do tomorrow.”
“No. You’ll take one of my cars. Also, my housekeeper picked you up some clothes today, they are in my closet.”
“Liam, that was unnecessary.”
“That’s not how I see it. You’ll need clothes, baby. I was afraid if you went home-”
“I’m not going to vanish if I leave your sight for a few minutes.”
He turns his head away from me, and I can see the walls going up.
“What’s going on?” I reach out and stroke his back, “Talk to me.”
“It’s nothing. I’m being ridiculous.”
“Tell me anyway.”
He sits on the chair in silence, his muscular thighs spread, his elbows on his knees, his head hanging down.
