The moment I held my daughter, I knew I’d never be the same. She instilled this confidence in me to become a better person. To be a role model and give her the best life possible.
And going through this experience made me look at Ava differently.
To watch a woman go through the birth of a child, and that child being your own, is a life-changing moment.
Ava’s endurance, determination, and knowing just how much pain she was in delivering our beautiful daughter, she deserves only the best, but with everything going on, our moments in private are far and few between.
As the days wear on, Lex and Charlie are with Ava almost all day, every day. Will and Millie left the day after Emmy was born as they didn’t want to leave their son alone for too long.
We somewhat called a truce, though not verbally agreeing to anything. I have no issues with their relationship. I just don’t want Ava subjected to any more negativity nor criticized for her involvement with me.
There’s a stream of visitors, including my parents, who flew over. As much as I want to spend more time with them, I am already juggling work and trying to support Ava.
On the day of Emmy’s birth, my supervising doctor was more than accommodating, allowing me to spend the day up in the maternity ward. However, the next day, it was back to usual.
Whenever I have a break, plus before and after my shift, I sneak upstairs to check on Emmy and her progress, then pop my head in to see how Ava is going.
Despite my dissapproval, I barely manage to get her alone, especia
lly when Eric insists on setting up his office in Ava’s room.
“I’m keeping her company.” Eric tries to justify with an intimidating stare.
“Just make sure she gets some rest.”
“Of course, Dr. Carter. So…” Eric claps his hands with a cheerful smile. “Show me the room where all the doctors are getting a quick bam bam, thank you, ma’am.”
“Eric,” Ava scolds, tilting her head. “Is it that room marked private near the elevator? I swear I heard something.”
I shake my head at the two of them. “Believe it or not, we’re all professionals.”
Both Eric and Ava roll their eyes at the same time they release an exaggerated groan.
“You’re telling me that out of all the hot doctors roaming around this hospital, no one is even getting any fellatus?”
Ava bursts out laughing. “Just because you say it in Latin doesn’t make it any less crass, Eric.”
Eric beams with an upturned gaze. “I can imagine it now, two hot doctors, cloaks ripped off, stethoscope falls to the ground…”
“Oh, my God, stop,” Ava chastises, throwing her hands to cover her face. “It’s disturbing, and I’m pretty certain I’ll never have sex again because stitches mean something tore, and I really don’t want to know what exactly.”
“Well, honey,” Eric begins, fixing his cufflinks at the same time. “You can start off with a small wiener. You know, get that pencil in you before you transition to the king-sized sharpie.”
“Eric, your analogy is next level. Actually, I don’t even have words for you right now.”
Quickly checking Ava’s chart, I hide my smirk over this ridiculous conversation.
“Your tear will heal,” I advise her in a serious tone, not wanting her to think I’m desperate to fuck her. “You’ll be able to have sex again when it’s safe to do so after six weeks.”
Eric raises his finger to his lips. “But with who, exactly? So what are you saying? Technically, Miss Edwards is able to perform the act of fellatus on, let’s say, a man who is in desperate need. Perhaps, hasn’t had any activity for months…”
I check my watch as Ava drops her head, trying to cover her grin.
“Would you look at the time? I need to head back now.” I lean in, quickly kissing Ava on the forehead. “Make sure Eric behaves, please. I don’t want security scouring the halls wondering why the storage closet is locked again.”
Eric's mouth falls open, his eyes widening. “Storage closet! I knew there was a place.”
As I close the door behind me and begin my walk back to the ER, my phone buzzes inside my pocket. I pull it out to read a text from Ava.