Page 16 of Fever: Love In Scrubs
“Why surprised?”
She shrugged. “I guess I didn’t think I’d be your type.”
“You’re a beautiful woman, Ms. Driscoll. Pardon me for being unprofessional.”
“Under any other circumstances, I would probably tell you to fuck off. But… you’re cute, so I’ll allow it.”
Just as I went to respond, the curtain opened, and Dr. Yerba stepped in.
“Somebody called for ortho?”
I glanced at Ms. Driscoll who had her gaze trained on me.
“Yeah,” I said standing. “Thirty-year-old female presenting a possible broken or sprained foot and arm after a fall down the stairs. Vitals are normal. She’s all yours, Doc. I’ll see you around, Ms. Driscoll.”
“Thank you, Dr. Pierre.”
I nodded at her and Dr. Yerba before exiting the space.
I hoped like hell I would see her around.
I saida silent prayer as I opened the door to let Amandela into my house. Tonight, we were having a family dinner. This was a weekly occurrence for the sake of Jamari. She needed to see that we could be cordial, even if I couldn’t stand her mama. I could suck up my distaste for her for a few hours for my baby.
Amandela stood on the other side of the door dressed in a pair of tight ass shorts and a crop top with a face full of make up. I couldn’t lie and say she didn’t look good because she was beautiful. It was her spirit that was ugly.
“Hey, baby daddy.”
“Don’t start. I’ve never been a baby daddy.”
She rolled her eyes as she stepped into the house. “You’re so sensitive, Jaxson. Lighten up. Where’s my daughter?”
“In her room. I’ll go get her.” I started past her, but she grabbed my arm.
“Well, wait a minute,” she said, pulling me back. “Let’s chat.”
“About?”
“I’m sorry about the bra and make-up thing.”
“Apology accepted.”
Again, I tried to walk away, but she grabbed me. “Jaxson.” She slid her arms around my waist and peered up at me. “I miss you.” She cupped my face and kissed my cheek. “I miss us.”
I rolled my eyes as I slapped her hand away. She’d been doing this same shit off and on since our divorce. Ever so often, she got on this apology kick and wanted to get back together. The answer was always no. The only reason she wanted to get back together was because she could no longer live the lifestyle I once provided for her.
“Dela, please. You miss me? Us? Did you think about having to miss us when that nigga had you bent over my desk? Did you think about that when you were giving him my money?”
“I made a mistake, baby.”
“No, you made a choice and now you have to live with that.”
“Can we at least try to work things out again? For Jamari? She was supposed to grow up in a two parent household, Jaxson.”
“Who’s fault is it that she didn’t?” I asked, shoving her hands away from me. “Exactly.”
She scoffed. “Well, it’s certainly not all mine,” she said, crossing her arms. “You had more time for your little career than you did for your family.”
“My little career? Dela, please don’t piss me off.”
