Doctor's Soul - BWWM Pregnancy Romance (Doctor's Love Book 2) (3 page)

Chapter 5

“Who's Marla?”

Rick stopped and the smile that was on his face faded quickly.

“How do you know about her?”

“Well it certainly wasn’t from you. I ran into her today and she seemed eager to know how you were.”

“You didn’t tell her where I was working did you?”

Meeka stopped for a moment. When she had thought his ex-girlfriend was trying to get information about her, she was really just trying to get information on Rick. Marla wanted her man back and there was a surge of possession as Meeka’s thoughts went to the other woman.

“No I didn’t. Why didn’t you tell me about her?”

“We never did the whole ex talk, so I never brought it up. You haven’t told me about your past.”

“You know it. I was married, he died and that’s it.”

“What do you mean, that's it?”

“Just that. You were my second and I want you to be my last.”

“Oh.”

“Why, how many girlfriends have you had?”

Rick looked at her with those eyes and Meeka almost immediately wanted to stop the conversation. She didn’t want to fight with him and she wished she would have never brought it up. But she had and it couldn’t be taken back.

“Do you really want to know Meeka? I will tell you anything.”

Meeka heard the earnest in his voice and she chided herself that she was being so paranoid. She trusted Rick and she knew that he would never do anything to hurt her.

“No Rick. I'm sorry. She was just really rude and pissed me off to be honest. I have never met such a spiteful person in my life. She was practically challenging me.”

“Yea she was never very pleasant.”

“Then why would you be with her?”

“I don’t know. We dated in college and the sex was pretty good. When you are young that is all you worry about. Now I know there is more to a relationship.

While Meeka liked to hear that he still wanted her, the idea that he had great sex with his ex-girlfriend Marla was no more comforting to her. Her mind flashed a scene of the two of them together and she covered her face.

“Well I hope I don’t run into her again.”

“I’m sure you won’t. Marla can’t stay in a little city long, she will be gone soon.”

Meeka did not want to mention that she had meant to stay. She truly hoped that she did not have to ever see Marla again. There was something off about her and Meeka thought the best way to deal with someone like her, was to stay as far away from her as possible. She looked at Rick and he was staring at her, his eyes on her naked body.

“Are we done talking about things that don’t matter? I still have a few hours with my wife that I don’t want to waste.”

“We have to sleep sometime.”

“Speak for yourself. The last thing I want to do right now is sleep. You can scream as loud as you want and I want more.”

Rick climbed in between her legs and took her reddened clit into his mouth and sucked. The conversation was officially over and Meeka couldn’t even remember her own name after a few seconds, let alone anyone else’s name that didn’t matter.

Chapter 6

The night was over way too soon and then there were more arrangements to make for the upcoming wedding. Meeka was happier than she could remember being before, though she didn’t like to compare her two loves. They were just too different to even compare. With Rick, she felt safe and loved, cherished even. Malik adored him and her mother was off of her back about male role-models for her young son. The baby growing inside of her was perfect, it was all just too perfect.

*** 

Meeka spent most of her day off at the park with Malik, while Rick had to work. She dragged her son to a couple boutiques to look for décor ideas, but after a bit, the boy won and they went home. Rick’s car was out front, as well as a red sports car that she did not recognize. Malik ran off to try out his new basketball at the hoop in the yard and Meeka carried the bags into the house. Setting them down on the table, she went upstairs to find Rick. She approached the bedroom and heard muted voices.

The first voice that she heard was Rick and the second one was definitely female. Meeka surged with anger, un-rational, but just as real. There was no reason for a woman to be in their bedroom and she pushed the door open in a rush. Her heart sank further and the anger boiled up, spewing forth.

“What the fuck is going on in here?”

Rick pushed the woman Meeka knew as Marla away from him, guiltily swiping her kiss off his mouth. The blonde’s eyes smiled at her and she said something along the lines of that she was going to leave. Meeka eyed her as she passed and it took everything inside of her, to not punch her in the face. She was big and pregnant and the last thing she needed was to get into a fight, but Lord she wanted to. Meeka wanted to wipe the smug expression off of her face with whatever means possible.

Her attention was side tracked when she heard Rick making a noise behind her. She whirled on him and walked towards him. His hands were up and he insisted that she had to listen. There was no listening and she slapped him across his face. Meeka could not talk to him, knowing that anything she said she would probably regret it.

When she’d walked in, Rick’s tongue was in Marla’s mouth and her arms had encircled his neck. She didn’t understand why he would be so stupid, knowing she was on her way home. She had texted him from the last stop to let him know she would be home soon. Why would he start making out with that woman in their bedroom? None of it made sense to Meeka and before she could say another word, she was out the door.

“Meeka wait! It is not what it looks like. You know better.”

Meeka turned around pissed.

“You should know better! In our bedroom? I wonder what would have happened if I was a little later? Would you have had her on our bed? How could you do this…to us?”

Meeka’s tear-stained face met his blue depths once, before she turned away. Nothing he could say would make it any better.

“I didn’t kiss her, she kissed me. I swear!”

His hand reached out and grabbed her arm, but she jerked it back.

“Don’t touch me! Me and Malik are leaving. I will come get my things later. I’ll call you.”

“Wait Meeka. This is crazy!”

Rick tried to stop her but she was determined and would not even look at him. Malik was coming in and she scooped him up, holding him tight for comfort.

“Come on baby, we are going to go for a while.”

“Where mommy?”

Meeka brushed the tear from her eyes and grabbed her purse on the way out. Her eyes settled on the wedding invitations she had just picked up and she felt even more disgusted. She felt like a fool, blinded by her love for Rick that she had not seen what was right in front of her. They were from two different worlds and Meeka did not feel like she would ever belong in his.

***

Meeka ignored all of his calls and texts. She didn’t know what to say to Rick. After what had happened with him lying about her dead husband, she did not think she would be able to trust him again. When she did, he threw that trust back in her face once again, by having Marla there.

Rick claimed that she had just stopped by and came on to him. While Meeka wasn’t answering his calls or texts, she still read them, until it hurt too much to even do that. She had finally just turned her cell phone off and put it into her dresser drawer.

Meeka had stayed with her mother the first night, just because she didn’t want to be back in her empty apartment. While her son was at school, she had a few people help her move back in while Rick was at work. She didn’t want the stress and pain associated with a confrontation, so she took the easy way out and skipped it all together. Her mother left her alone for once, knowing that Meeka was too stubborn to hear it anyways. Malik did not like the new arrangement, but something on his mother’s face stopped him from voicing it too much.

“Why aren’t we at Rick’s house?”

“Well baby, sometimes grown-ups need some time apart. It's just best right now.”

“Did he do something to make you mad?”

“Yea, you could say that.”

“Well I hope you stop being mad at him soon, I miss him.”

Meeka kissed her son and agreed. It was the same way she felt, but the woman in Rick’s arms could not be erased from her brain. The image was burned into her mind and she actually wished she had never seen it. She wished that she had taken longer that night, maybe enough time that Marla would have been gone and she would have never known about it. She wondered if he was cheating and if he did, did he really love her less?

There were several more painful conversations between the two as the weeks went by. What had started as hurt ended with stubbornness. He did not give up like he had before though. His calls and texts did not cease or slacken in the least bit. The worst day for her was the day that they had scheduled for their wedding.

Meeka had the day off because she had asked for it off long before. She didn’t say anything about her break-up, though she hoped in the smallest regions of her soul, that everything would be worked out. When it didn’t, that day was like torture. Rick called over ten times that day and she turned on her phone to see, but she didn’t open a text message or listen to any of the messages.

Malik went to his grandparent’s house for a sleep-over and Meeka found herself at home, missing Rick and replaying the whole relationship in her head. Disgusted with the whole situation and sick of sitting at home crying, Meeka dressed sexy and went out to a movie. She couldn’t drink because she was close to popping. She had less than a month and she wanted to get out before she was home-bound with a newborn. Meeka remembered well what it was like after her son was born.

Meeka found herself feeling weird at the movie theatre. She didn’t know anybody and it had been a long time since she had went without someone else. Looking at the row of movies playing, she was shocked to hear her boss’ voice behind her.

“Meeka?”

Chapter 7

Meeka turned around, surprised and instantly relieved to see a familiar face. Johnny was dressed nicely and had his black hair combed back. He looked different outside of his manager uniform and Meeka could not help but check out his thick, muscular thighs in his tight jeans. It took time for her eyes to reach his, taking her time on the way up. His face held an expression.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were getting married today?”

“I was supposed to. Me and Rick broke up a while back.”

It was hard for Meeka to say it out loud, let alone to anyone else. She felt heat at her eyes and she knew that they were reddening. She blinked back any excess moisture and tried to cover her sadness with a smile.

“Yeah, just here for a movie. Haven’t seen one in a while and won’t be able to soon.”

Her hand went to her extended stomach and the man got closer.

“So what are you watching?”

“I don’t have any idea. Are you here with someone?”

“Nope. Just me. I’m glad I came down here now. You pick and I’ll pay.”

Meeka tried to refuse, but Johnny grabbed her arm and led her up to the ticket booth. She decided on a romantic comedy, half expecting him to refuse. He smirked and bought the tickets. Johnny touched Meeka’s side and they walked into the dark theatre. Meeka felt a hum in the air.

The movie was a typical chick flick and Meeka did not like half of the ridiculous lines and scenarios, she nonetheless found herself wrapped up in the drama. Her hand went for Johnny’s in the dark and she squeezed it with a tear running down her cheek. She blamed it on her raging hormones, but the movie touched her. The gentle squeeze back from Johnny touched her even more. Meeka had expected something from him, maybe an advance, but instead he was just a comfort. It had been a while since a man had touched her body and the new relationship developing with Johnny was making him look downright tasty.

Johnny was built well by the way his button-down shirt fit over his wide shoulders. That night he was wearing a polo shirt that pulled against his biceps. She snuck a look at his face and the screen flashed against his strong jaw line. He looked over at her and their eyes met. There was interest in his dark, brown depths and Meeka figured that it mirrored her own. It had been far too long.

As the couple on screen were reunited and professing their love for each other, Meeka laid her head over onto his shoulder and sighed. She missed Rick, but she was enjoying having a strong man’s heartbeat in her ear. The credits were running before she picked her head up and stood up.

“I love those types of movies. Thanks for watching that sappy thing with me.”

“It was…alright.”

“You hated it, it’s okay. Do you want to watch something else?”

“No I'm getting hungry. Do you want to go get a bite to eat or I could cook you something at my house.”

Meeka was walking through the flipped up row of chairs and she looked back at him when he answered. There was an immediate image that came to mind if she went to his house.

“I could really go for some frozen yogurt. You want to go down to that new place right down the road? You can add whatever you want, so my pregnant ass has a combination in mind.”

Johnny chuckled and they stood outside the movie theatre, people walking in and out around them. His eyes cast down to her and she could feel his presence around her. Meeka had noticed that he had seemed more attracted to her, the further along in the pregnancy she got. His eyes stayed on Meeka’s large breasts that seemed to grow as fast as the life inside of her.

The pair walked the few blocks to the place she wanted to try. Johnny would have done anything she wanted and when his hand came out to hold hers, she didn’t pull hers away. Her smaller hand slipped into his larger and while it felt strange, it felt nice on some level. It was nice to be touched and wanted by someone, even if she knew in her heart that he wasn’t the one.

Meeka and Johnny talked for almost an hour, long after the ice cream was gone. The longer she talked to him, the more her focus went to his thick lips. She fixated on them so much that he had to repeat several things. She saw him leaning towards her, but she didn’t move back. Meeka let him brush his lips against hers ever so gently.

“Johnny.”

“Come back with me? We can’t sit here all night. Besides, we can just talk if you want.”

“It’s just, we have to work together and I don’t want things to get weird between us.”

“We can just talk.”

“So your mouth says, but your eyes say otherwise.”

Johnny kissed her again, no longer trying to be innocent. His tongue pushed between her lips and dominated her mouth. It took Meeka several moments before she got the wherewithal to pull back. They were still in the yogurt shop and she could feel several other people’s eyes on them.

“Come on Meeka, come back with me. We can do whatever you want to do.”

She couldn’t help but love the way his lips formed the word whatever. She nodded her head and almost giggled when he was up and pulling her along with him. Meeka missed the mystery and the urgency that Johnny was displaying. He wanted her bad and had no qualms showing her. She never asked him what changed, but she had always wondered.