Quadruplets Make Six

“It's not that,” I said as I threw more clothing into the suitcase. I walked down to the kitchen and grabbed a trash bag bringing it back into my room. I started shoving shoes inside.

“Then what is it? What happened with your job?”

I stopped throwing shoes into the bag inside sitting down on the floor looking up at my big sister, just like always. “I got fired. The security system I built got hacked. At least I wasn't being replaced. By I have to move on and this is a really good start. I'm not having a quarter life crisis or mental breakdown, I promise. And what I'm doing is going to be great for me, actually for both of us. You'll see.”

“Fine.” She crossed her arms still looking annoyed. “Tell me about this boyfriend of yours, what's he like? What does he do for a living?”

“His name is Cole.” I didn't tell her his last name because I realized I didn't know it. “And he's a doctor at the Children's Hospital.”

She raised an eyebrow at me. “You're dating a freaking doctor? That's incredible! Where the hell did you pick him up?”

Now I could be honest. “In a little pub, my laptop needed to charge and he offered me his outlet.”

I didn't mention that that was just yesterday, or that the outlet was next to his bed. I couldn’t wait to get back into his bed.

“Offered his outlet, eh? That code for something?”

“You're the one who’s talking about magical penises, not me. But anyway we started seeing each other and realized that we have some stuff in common.” Absolutely nothing in common actually, another lie. “Like he is former military like Dad and his parents are dead. So that's why I haven’t introduced him to you, he's got some family issues.” Another lie but this one covered my ass.

“How did his parents die?”

“I don't know,” I shrugged. “He didn't say, I haven't pressed the issue. But his uncle owns a pharmaceutical company.”

“So they have money.”

“Yeah, they do.”

“So wait, he’s a doctor, former military, and his parents are dead. And he has money? What the hell do you have in common?”

“We both really like breakfast.”

“So he understands your coffee addiction then?”

“Yep. And my love of pancakes. I don't know,” I said in a dreamy voice, “he could be the one.”

She took a pillow off my bed and threw it at me. “I want to meet him. Make sure he's not a total douche bag or a player.”

I threw the pillow back at her and then continue to shove shoes into the trash bag. “You will, I promise you will.”

Eight

Cole

I sent the car to get Addison at her apartment while I picked up some food at the grocery store and flowers for her. I figured that my bachelor pad could use a little bit of a woman’s touch. Flowers should be enough, at least I hoped they would be. The guestroom was already set up, I told her that she could stay there and keep all of her clothes and feminine necessities in the bathroom. Suddenly she felt like she had her own space, that she wasn't forced to sleep with me. It was the final thing I needed to convince her.

Why she wouldn't want to stay with me, I have no idea. Just thinking about her from this morning, walking around in my shirt with only a few buttons attached, she knew how to make me hard. I couldn't wait to get back and learn more about her, and about her desires. My phone rang as I was standing in the flower section of the grocery store and I looked down to see a number that he didn't recognize. I answered it anyway.

“Hello is this Dr. Cole Miller?”

Nobody called me doctor. “Yes, can I help you?”

“This is Maggie from the Children's Hospital of Manhattan, really looking forward to meeting you tomorrow. Your first week of shifts will be three ten-hour days, then four days off. The following week will be twelve-hour shifts as will the rest of the month. I understand you’re on loan from another hospital, I can't tell you how pleased we are to have you on staff.”

“Wait, so what time do I report?” Clearly, my uncle had fabricated a lovely story about my medical background. On loan? Great. I was going out to come up with even more lies.

“Your shift begins at 7 AM, making rounds on the first floor. I apologize you are coming in right as summer cold season has started. It's been a little bit of a madhouse in here the past few weeks.”

Great, snotty nosed kids. This was going to be a super fun time. Fuck my uncle.