Page 55 of Doctor Mile High
Hearing him talk to his brothers eases the turmoil in my heart. While my sadness isn’t gone, it does help that Winston is here.
“I don’t know if now is a good time, guys.”
I wave him over. “Don’t be ridiculous. Let me meet them!”
He saunters over to me, his phone held out in front of him, and he flips the camera to point it to me. “Here. There she is. Isn’t she fucking beautiful,” Winston says with no hint of playfulness.
He’s serious.
“She is. What the hell is she doing with you!” Both brothers laugh on the other end of the call, which causes my lips to twitch with a small smile.
“Hi.” I wave. “I’m Dove. It’s so nice to meet you both.”
“I’m Wyatt.” He has bright blue eyes and long, wavy light brown hair that’s combed back and he has a giant, happy grin on his face. Wyatt seems like the type that never lets anything get him down no matter what life throws at him. I like that.
“I’m Waylon.” This brother doesn’t seem as playful as the other one. He’s a little more subdued, which reminds me of Winston. Waylon’s eyes are a deeper shade of blue and his hair is more cropped and professional, not as strategically messy like Wyatt’s. “I hope my brother has been good to you, Dove.”
“Considering he saved my life, I would say he has.” I wink at Winston. “He’s been amazing to me and our son.”
“Can we see our nephew again?” Wyatt asks, and if I’m not mistaken, he has emotion in his eyes, as if he’s about to cry.
“Of course,” Winston and I say at the same time, and Winston points the phone down to show our beautiful son.
“He’s perfect, man,” Waylon says. “And he’s okay, right? No health conditions with being a month early? If you want, I can look him over again when you’re home.”
“That would be great, Waylon. Thank you.” Winston lifts his gaze to mine to find a concerned look on my face. “It’s okay, Dove. We’re a family of doctors. Waylon is actually one of the best pediatricians and neonatal doctors.”
“Oh, wow. Yes, thank you, Waylon. That would be amazing.”
“And Wyatt is a hotshot brain surgeon.”
“Don’t be jealous, Winston,” Wyatt teases. “I know we seem unserious?—”
“Nope. That’s just you, Wyatt,” Winston adds.
“Anyway,” Wyatt continues. “I’m happy everyone is safe. We were so worried about you, and if you need anything, we’re always here for you guys. Winston, you deserve this, big brother. I know I always teased you about not dating or settling down, but it was because I never wanted you to be alone. You’re too good of a person to be alone. And I know you struggle with feeling like you deserve good things to happen to you, but you do. I’m glad Dove came into your life. You have a beautiful family, big brother. I’m glad Waylon and I can finally witness Winston being happy. Thanks, Dove. For bringing happiness to a man who never thought he deserved it.”
“I couldn’t agree more with that,” Waylon adds.
“He did the same for me,” I say, doing my best not to cry in front of them. “He saved me the night I met him.”
“That’s not the only thing?—”
“Okay, that’s it. Goodbye, Wyatt. Waylon. Love you both.” Winston hangs up the phone just in time for me to burst out laughing, holding my sides as each chuckle brings a wave of pain.
“Ow. Ow. Ow. Oh my god, Wyatt is?—”
“A teenager trapped in a thirty-five-year-old’s body? Yeah, he is.” Winston dries his eyes. “But I wouldn’t have him any other way. My brothers are good people.”
“I love his energy. I can’t wait to meet them. Why won’t they be here?”
“One of us always comes to the conference every year to represent the family. This year was my year.”
“Another way I got lucky with you,” I say.
He crawls into bed, wrapping an arm around me, and I place my head on his chest. “What happened with Hanson? I can tell it didn’t end well.”
“He’s upset still. He’s worried. I told him about us and he hung up.”
