Love, Doctor (Inner Harbor 1)

“Milo, I told you I could look into this immigration issue further, but you didn’t give me a lot of time to work with.” He paces running his hands through his unruly hair and scruff.

“Beck you’re a glorified accountant, not a lawyer and besides we had friend’s of Piper’s check into everything.”

Beck snorts.

“I’m a fucking actuary asshole.” We fake punch each other and he knows I’m kidding. Beck has always been far too serious.

I adjust my suit again.

“You might of heard of them. Isaac Harvey and Natalie Croix from Harvey Croix Law Firm.” I look over my shoulder and Beck’s eyebrows raise a fraction.

“So you had some fancy pants lawyers review everything, is that supposed to make me feel marginally better?” Beck flicks lint off my sleeve. I can tell he’s not going to let this drop until he gets used to the idea, well too bad. It wasn’t like I had more time to waste doing nothing.

“I’ve accepted that this is what it is.” I have to file something by Monday or buy a plane ticket to go home. Home. A place I hadn’t considered in well over a decade and wouldn’t go back to kicking and screaming if I had any say in the matter.

“Don’t blame me when she turns around suing you for alimony and all kinds of ridiculous support when I warned you about this.”

I put my hands on his shoulder shaking him gently, “Beck, relax.”

“I don’t know how you’re so calm about this. I feel like I should be telling you to relax.” Beck takes out a stack of documents from his leather portfolio we’ll both have to sign so he can submit them to the immigration officer on my behalf since I’m taking my bride on a short honeymoon this weekend. A little surprise I cooked up hoping to get to know more than just her lips better.

“I’m fine. You’re the one worked up over this.” I chortle.

“Please, any excuse to get out of my office. We’ll have to get together for dinner once the ink dries on this certificate.” Beck grumbles.

Thinking about her is a distraction and I almost miss the click of the office door and Father Lassiter entering.

“You ready, son?” Father Lassiter and I found ourselves together on many a long night watching patients take their final breaths. I suppose we were bonded that way. Me being the doctor and he being the administrator of God’s will. I like that he’ll be the one guiding me into the next chapter of my life here.

“I am.”

“No need for council then?” He grips my hands squeezing gently.

My other hand clasps his confidently. “I know where to find you if I do.”

He smiles letting go. “You’re a good man Milo.”

I hope I can be a good husband.

We enter the chapel through the side standing close to the alter. The pews are empty except for small bouquets of flowers lining the aisle. Music plays and the doors open to Diana carrying Maisy who is dumping pink rose petals over the center aisle. The girls went shopping for dresses and for the first time in months little Maisy is wearing something besides a hospital gown. Her dress looks like something a fairy would wear. A headband with a big pink bow covers her bald little head. The bright pink lock didn’t make it, but I vow she will.

Maisy speaks, “Are you going to be my Uncle Doctor now?” My heart pangs and I grin. Nothing could have been cuter.

“Shh. Maisy Elizabeth.”

Beck grunts and Father Lassiter grins. This little girl is so precious and innocent when I answer her. “Only if you want me to be.”

“Oh I do, I do.” She pumps her arms until Diana hands her over to me for a hug. Some doctors might shy away from personal contact with patients, heck as interns we’re told to do so, but something about working with kids changes that. I want to scoop them all up in my arms and keep them safe from the cancers and illnesses that don’t discriminate and ravage their little bodies robbing the best years of their life.

“Of course I’ll be your Uncle, doctor, and best friend as long as your mother says its okay.” I give her a wink and Diana mouths, thank you, to me taking her daughter back to sit her down in the front pew to watch.

I watch the doorway for my bride. Jax fills in for Piper’s dad to give her away and stands next to her shoulder to shoulder. Damn she looks pretty and my excitement grows with each step she takes closer to me, to our future whatever that maybe. We’re both flying blind into this but we’re flying together.

The music changes and instinctively we’re all turning toward the aisle looking at my wife to be. Piper wears a flowing sundress that stops at her knees. We didn’t talk about what we would wear for the short ceremony. We only planned on having it at the hospital chapel so we could have Diana and Maisy present to witness. I felt bad that Piper isn;t getting a big to-do, but she assured me that something small is perfectly fine. It wasn’t what I envisioned for myself either, but my parents couldn’t get a flight out of London in time and here we are marching to a recording of Pachbel’s Cannon. Piper’s dark hair is pulled to the side with a diamond clip brushes her shoulders. The straps of her dress are thin and the fabric looks like it’s barely holding on. For a fake marriage on paper I am pretty excited to start our life together.

The original plan was to take her out for lunch, just the two of us so we could spend more time together, but Piper insisted she needed to hit the gym, meet with clients and suggested I make rounds. I felt confident most married couples took at least a little time off. She wanted to spend the weekend moving into my place before we went back to work on Monday saying we could make use of the time organizing our household. I had a few ideas on how to make this look as official as possible, part of that would be living together, but I also wanted something just for us. I only planned on getting married once despite Piper’s offer to make this a time sensitive deal. I just didn’t plan on spending the time filing papers and organizing sock drawers all day Saturday. I needed to convince her to stay, hence my honeymoon getaway. My patients were covered and I enlisted Diana’s help with Jax so Piper’s clients at the gym were covered.

“Is there any reason why these two should not be joined in marriage, speak now or forever–” A bang of doors behind us made us all turn toward the back of the chapel.