Dr. Fake It - A Possessive Doctor Romance

Sometimes in the middle of the night, I’d wake up from a nightmare about Cosimo, and I’d still be able to taste the blood in the air, I’d still be able to see his dead eyes staring out from his disgusting face—but then I’d roll over, press myself against Gavin’s warm body, and let the memory fade.

We were safe and we were happy. I’d never let those bastards take that away from me, not if I could help it.

Mom gave me a look and tilted her head. “How about me and you go for a walk? I’ve been feeling cooped up.”

“You sure you’re up for it?”

She nodded. “I swear, some of my mobility’s been coming back.”

“Okay then. We’ll take it easy though.”

“Sounds good.” She shuffled off toward the front door. “Let me get my coat on.”

I watched her go and stood in my little kitchen then surveyed my living room. This was my cozy house, the home I shared with my mother, with my husband, the doctor, the man that saved my life, that took me from a world I never thought I’d escapee and gave me this, so much more than I ever dreamed of.

Things were perfect. I hated myself a little for having that thought, because I was afraid that if I acknowledged how good I had it, then somehow it would all go away.

But it wasn’t going away.

I had my man, my love, and a baby on the way.

I was happy. God, I was so happy.

“Ready to go?” Mom called out.

“Coming,” I said, and walked toward the front door with a big smile on my face.* * *