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I wasn’t paying her any attention. If she didn’t know it yet, I was more than certain she was my future wife. I didn’t need to waste more time playing around or trying to figure out a damn thing.
I chuckled and didn’t respond. I walked back into the hospital and made a beeline for the elevators. I knew exactly what I needed to do today. The position Mrs. Hamilton offered me had been on my mind a lot recently, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do.
I took the elevator to the Administration floor. I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my coat, waiting until it dinged. I had never felt more at peace with a decision than the one I was getting ready to share with Mrs. Hamilton.
I walked over to her assistant's desk to see if she had some time available to talk. Her assistant let me know to give her a moment while she checked in with her boss. I waited off to the side before her assistant looked up at me with a wave towards the door.
“Thank you,” I told her.
Then made my way over to the door. I stood still for a moment to release a breath before knocking to alert her I was there. Mrs. Hamilton called out for me to come inside. I let myself into the room and then took the seat across from her.
“I almost expected to hear from you today.” She said.
I smiled. “Yeah. Today has been a day.”
“Absolutely, and you were right about Yara. She is a dynamic woman and gave us a lot to talk about once that meeting was over. We appreciate you pointing her in our direction with this opportunity.”
I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. Yara was everything and more than Mrs. Hamilton could ever know.
“She is unreal,” I responded.
“I know today’s meeting was nice, but I am sure you didn’t come to talk about that since you know our process. I am going to assume you are here to talk to me about the Chief of Obstetrics position.”
I nodded.
“Yes, ma’am. I am ready to give you my answer.”
She smiled politely.
“I’m sure I know the answer, but please, let me know.”
I rubbed my hands together in front of me before speaking.
“I’m not going to take the position. I love what I do, but I love my daughter, my family, and the love of my life more. They share enough of me with this hospital, and I’m not willing to sacrifice more of my time away from them.”
Mrs. Hamilton gave me an all-knowing smile.
“I wasn’t sure if you would go with the position, but when I saw how you looked at Yara today during her meeting. I knew then that you would not fill this position. I understand how much you and your family have to sacrifice to hold the title of Doctor, so we’re grateful to have you in any capacity.”
I nodded and stood from where I was seated. She joined me, then walked around the desk to shake my hand before walking me out with her well wishes.
The walk out of her office and back to the elevator felt like a boulder had been removed from my shoulders. Today was the push I needed to decide what I knew in my heart all along.My family was the most important legacy I would ever have.
LATER THAT DAY…
Today had actually been a chill ass day: no high-risk situations, no irate parents, no problems. I didn’t want to jinx us, but damn, did it feel good just to be able to come to work and do what I love with no problems.
Lunch was around the corner, and for the first time, I wanted to leave the hospital to take it. Usually, I stayed in so I wouldn’t have to rush back in case of an emergency. But, today I wanted to visit a nearby coffee shop that made good ass sandwiches.
I reached into my pocket, ready to call Yara, but then realized I had told her to have a good time with Darby and Marissa. But then I noticed a missed call and a voicemail from Ron. I hovered over the voicemail, trying to decide if I wanted to hear anything they had to say. To allow them to possibly ruin my damn day.
I closed my eyes and said a silent prayer. Then I decided to listen and decide what to do afterwards. I clicked the play button before I talked myself out of it and placed the phone to my ear.
Ron cleared his throat before speaking. “Desmond, this is Ron. I’m calling to apologize about the way things went at dinner. I know it’s been a while since the incident, but I couldn’t in good conscience just allow the dust to settle without trying to make amends. If you have a lunch break or anything today, Marissa and I would like to apologize in person. To talk, if you’re up to it.”
The call ended, and I pulled the phone from my ear, more conflicted than when I listened to the voicemail. I didn’t want to give myself more time to let this situation plague my mind. So, I did what was necessary. I shot Ron a text with the address of the coffee shop I was heading to and a time to meet up today.
He quickly responded, letting me know they would be there.
