Page 4 of Wes
Chapter Two
Wes
Fuck!
My balls are throbbing, and my stomach revolts with the pain. I’m an idiot on normal days, an asshole if you believe my ex-wife’s assessment of all things Wes Wilkins. Right now, I agree with Bridgette. Iaman asshole.
The way the beautiful nurse blanched at my words hurt more than the current status of my balls. I understand a parent’s guilt, and my words, however unintentional, struck her hard. She heard my apology, but I know it wasn’t enough. The way her shoulders hunched, and she refused to look at me showed me it wasn’t.
“Shoulda listened to the doctor,” I mutter and adjust myself.
Leaning my head on the pillow, my eyelids lower and I suck in deep breaths. Memories of Lamaze class with Bridgette pop in my mind, and I realize what a load of shit they’d been. Bridge had been a banshee in the labor room, almost ripped my head off when I reminded her to breathe like they taught us in class. Now I get it. Load of crock!
The gorgeous nurse didn’tlooklike a mom. Sure, the scrubs she wore weren’t flattering, but I can imagine the curves beneath. Her son couldn’t be older than five or six with how young she looked.
I remember how adorable Reece was playing t-ball… back when things were still good between Bridgette and me. Before everything went to shit.
I wonder if the nurse’s husband is good to her and their son. Her eyes were filled with so much emotion. A man would be lucky to have it directed at him. I don’t remember Bridge ever looking at me like that, not even when things had been good.
“Hello, Mr. Wilkins. It seems you’re in a bit of pain?” a man says. Going off his white coat, I surmise he’s the doctor tonight, and I glance at the amused nurse. “I’m Dr. Rivers,” he says, drawing my attention back where I see his outstretched hand.
“Hi,” I say and accept it in mine.
Unlike Nurse—my gaze moves to her nametag—Nurse Natalia… Shit, her name fits her. I shake my head free of my wayward thoughts involving Nurse Natalia giving me a sponge bath.Do they even do that anymore?Dr. Rivers is older than me. His middle is softer, and wrinkles line his eyes and mouth.
“Natalia told me you’re recovering from a vasectomy and hurt yourself?” Dr. Rivers asks.
My gaze darts back and forth between them, and I nod.
“Okay. I’d like to make sure your sutures are still good. Would it be okay if Natalia assists me in your exam, or would you prefer we call in a male staff member?”
“It’s fine,” I say. I’m comfortable with nudity, but mostly I want her around. It’s a strange feeling to have after only a few minutes with her.
“Are you still wearing support or just underwear?” Dr. Rivers asks.
“Only underwear.”
He nods. “Think you can lower them and your pants the way you are, or do you need help?”
I shake my head. “I can.”
Natalia closes the door, and they both turn their backs to me as they pull on gloves. I make quick work of it, gritting my teeth all the while, and cringe at the sight below. They stop and turn at the sound of my hiss and freeze.
Dr. Rivers approaches me first, but I’m watching Natalia. She may be visually examining me with concern and a medical approach, but it doesn’t stop blood from rushing to my dick. My balls tighten, and I grunt in pain as I look down.
The doctor clears his throat with what I assume is amusement. “I suggest you start thinking sports facts if you don’t wish to worsen your pain.” He presses gently along my genitals and nods. “All right,” he says and covers me with the blanket before removing his gloves. “Your sutures look fine. There’s some bruising, and the swelling is pretty extensive, but otherwise I’m not concerned. It’s nothing ice, ibuprofen, and rest won’t heal.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. Your body needs time to heal, Mr. Wilkins. When you don’t give it what it needs, it will react. Thankfully you haven’t caused any long-term damage. Follow the orders of your urologist, and you’ll be good in no time.” Dr. Rivers offers me a sympathetic smile. “I’m sure your doctor mentioned no sexual activity for a week after the procedure if you’re comfortable, but after this little blip, you may want to wait a few extra days. Any questions for me?”
My attention flicks to the nurse at the mention of sex, and I shake my head. She’s at the counter taking notes for the doctor.
“Natalia will be back with your discharge papers.”
I watch them leave and close the door behind them. At the soft click, I push back the blanket and stare at my semi-hard dick and swollen balls. Bridgette always complained I didn’t know how to follow directions. I guess this time she wasn’t wrong.
Once I’m dressed, I relax as well as I can while I wait. Calling forth Natalia’s face, I smile. Her small nose fits perfectly in the middle of her face. Her full lips below it beckon you to kiss them, and those deep-brown eyes… I sigh and remind myself Bridgette had drawn me in long ago, and it turned into a disaster: a long battle in the courts and in front of our son, Reece.
