Double Daddy Trouble

I had to shake the blur from my head. I wanted to rush to Isaac. Kiss him. Touch him. But none of that was possible with Steve in the room.

“Oh sure.” I walked to the corner and leaned to read through the statement he had prepared.

Isaac’s eyes were on me. His leg was elevated in the bed. He was wearing a cotton hospital gown.

I nodded. “I think it’s what we need to say tonight.”

Steve stood, collecting his things. “I’ll head back to the stadium. It’s going to be a zoo over there once the news breaks.”

I closed my eyes. I hadn’t actually faced what had happened.

“Thanks for your help. I’ll talk to you later tonight.”

Steve looked at Isaac. “Sorry about all this man. Get better.”

“Yeah.” Isaac muttered.

I waited for Steve to leave then closed the sliding door in place and pulled the privacy curtain so no one could see Isaac. We both needed some damn privacy.

I rushed to his side, desperate to kiss him. I ran my hands through his hair, taking his lips. Gliding my tongue over his. I mewed when he reached, forward taking my breast. I kissed his firm lips, wanting to take the pain away. Wanting to make the nightmare disappear.

I broke away, staring in his eyes. “I’m so sorry, Isaac.”

He looked down at his leg. “How much do you know?”

I shrugged. “Probably all of it. I know they’re waiting to do surgery tomorrow so the swelling can go down.”

“You know what this means, don’t you?”

I nodded quietly. He would probably never play football again. He would lose his speed with this kind of injury.

“What can I do? How can I help? I can fly in specialists. I’ll fly to specialists? Just tell me. Tell me so you can play again. I’ll do anything for you. You know that, don’t you?”

He circled his hands around my waist. “Baby, I knew I wasn’t going to play forever. It’s ok. I’m ok.”

I felt the tears well in my eyes. How could he be so calm about this? He had been given a death sentence for his football career and he was taking it in stride. It didn’t make sense.

I looked at the tubes running into his arms.

“How much of these pain meds have you had?”

He smiled. “Enough I don’t feel anything in my leg.”

“We’re going to get you through this. I’m going to take care of your entire recovery. I promise.”

“Will you dress up in one of those nurse outfits?” He waggled his eyebrows. “You’d make the most beautiful dirty nurse.”

I slipped into the bed next to him. There wasn’t much room with his broad shoulders, but I found a place to curl up next to his good leg.

“If you want a dirty nurse outfit, then I’ll do that.”

He growled. “What about now?”

I laughed, sniffing back tears between giggles. “I don’t think your doctors would appreciate that.”

“Fuck the doctors. I need your kind of medicine. Make me feel better, baby. Make me forget this fucked up night.”

I propped up on my elbow, turning his face toward me. I loved the chiseled lines of his jaw. His rugged cheekbones. His gorgeous dark eyelashes.