delivery go smoothly?
I regret the question as soon as I hit send before following it up with another one.
Marcy123Marcy: Don’t tell me if it didn’t. Delivering a baby scares the crap out of me.
His response is surprisingly quick when I know his office is already open, and he’s likely at work.
Hmmm…maybe he is interested?
DRBen918: Everything went smoothly. No tears. No hemorrhaging. Had to perform a small episiotomy, but it was a solid delivery with a healthy mother and baby at the end of it.
Marcy123Marcy: episiotomy? *ouch*
DRBen918: It happens, but don’t stress. Do you know if you’re going to get an epidural?
Marcy123Marcy: Will you judge me if I say yes?
DRBen918: haha no judgment here. But if you DO get an epidural, then it’ll be a walk in the park. Even if you need an episiotomy or tear, you won’t even feel it. Well…not until the epidural wears off anyway.
I cringe and squeeze my legs together.
Marcy123Marcy: You’re not helping. Lol
The phone starts ringing and lights up with Dylan’s name. Grimacing, I answer it.
“Hello?”
“Hey!” Dylan’s chipper voice replies. “I’m on my way. Just wanted to give you a heads up.”
Crap. I am going to be so late.
“Okay. I’ll meet you there.”
Setting my phone down, I get dressed in a pair of jeans and a light blue sweater as fast as I can before checking my cell for another message. A small part of me hates how excited I am to see Ben’s name flash across my screen.
DRBen918: Sorry. For freaking you out and for leaving you hanging last night. Did you sleep well?
His thoughtfulness brings a smile to my lips as I run a brush through my messy waves and instantly erases my fears of delivering a baby. Besides, I have like six months before I need to worry about that anyway.
Marcy123Marcy: I slept okay. How ‘bout you? Did you get any sleep last night?
DRBen918: I snuck in a couple hours before I had to get to work.
Marcy123Marcy: That’s rough. I’ve had to work on barely any sleep, and it isn’t exactly a walk in the park. Do you want me to leave you alone so you can focus on your patients?
DRBen918: I’m a good multitasker. As long as you’re okay with me taking a little while to reply sometimes, then I can still chat.
DRBen918: Unless you’re busy and don’t have time to talk…that’s fine too. We can just chat later or something.
That same little glimpse of his insecurity makes my nose scrunch up in amusement as I reread his messages.
Seriously, does the guy have any idea how cute he is?
If I were a good friend, I’d say I have to get going, but then I remember who I’m talking about. Dylan will one hundred percent approve of my reason for being tardy if it has anything to do with a cute doctor named Ben. With a smile, I type out my response.
Marcy123Marcy: It’s fine. I’m happy to still message. As long you’re okay with me taking a little while to reply sometimes. ;)
Grabbing my keys off the kitchen counter of my apartment, I lock the door behind me then practically skip down the stairs to my car so that I don’t keep Dylan waiting too long. It also doesn’t hurt that I’ve been dying for some of Bertha’s pancakes. Normally, I would walk, since the diner is just down the street from me, but Dylan only has so much patience.
My phone is stuffed into my purse to keep me from checking it while behind the wheel, even though the anticipation is driving me insane as I hear it vibrate twice. Unable to take it anymore, I pull into the diner’s parking lot, shove my car into park, then dig for my cell.
DRBen918: Deal.
DRBen918: So how do you like your steak?
Marcy123Marcy: As in…???
My phone buzzes another time, and my heart leaps with anticipation, but the message isn’t from Ben. It’s from Dylan.
Dylan: No rush, but I ordered without you. Don’t judge me. Baby is starving. PS- I’m sitting in the corner booth. See you soon!
Shaking away the haze Ben has cast on me, I type my response and pick up my pace.
Me: Just parked. I’ll be right in.
The message shows it’s been read as soon as I grab the door handle of Bertha’s diner and head in her direction.
“Hey, sorry I’m late.”
She waves me off. “No worries. I ordered you a plate of pancakes. Is that okay?”
My stomach grumbles. “Yup. Sounds great. I’m finally getting my appetite back, thanks to a prescription Dr.