Page 35 of A Play for Love

“Yes.” She reached up and kissed my lips. “Have fun with your daddy.” She kissed Nicholas on his head. “Bye, sweet girl.” She hugged and kissed Ella. “Have fun today.”

“Bye, Mom. Come on, Dad!” Ella grabbed my hand and started pulling me toward the door.

I put Nicholas in his car seat and made sure Ella was buckled.

“Did she seem a little too happy?” I asked her.

“Yeah.” She giggled. “She’s kid free for the day.”

“You brought your laptop, right?” I asked.

“Got it right here.” She patted her bag, sitting next to her.

Pulling into the medical center, I grabbed the baby’s car seat from the back, and we walked into the medical center. Before heading to my practice, we stopped in the kitchen so I could grab a cup of coffee.

“There she is!” Conner grinned as Ella ran to him.

“Good morning, Uncle Conner. Can I see some patients with you today?”

“Of course, you can. And in between patients, maybe we can make some TikTok videos.”

“Yes!” Ella said.

I rolled my eyes as I set the car seat on the island.

“Don’t forget our new receptionist is starting today,” Jackson spoke as he walked in.

“Crap. I forgot,” Conner said. “Who is she?”

“She is a he, and his name is Brandon.”

“We hired a guy?” Conner’s brows furrowed.

“Yep. June said he’s delightfully pleasant, has amazing skills, and wants to be an orthopedic doctor.”

“Ah, I love him already.” Conner grinned. “I’m not going to lie. I’m kind of happy Angela quit.”

“Yeah. She was good, but her obsession with you was nauseating,” I said as I grabbed my coffee. “But I will miss the snarky way Charlotte used to talk to her.” I smirked. “Come on, kiddo.” I grabbed the car seat.

CHAPTER13

Sofia

Alex made us a picnic lunch, and we took it down to the beach and set a blanket by the shoreline. I took off my brace and set it next to me.

“Are you allowed to take that off?” Alex asked as she watched the kids while they played in the sand.

“Yes. I only need it when I walk. Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Do you ever think about reaching out to your dad?” I asked as I took a bite of my sandwich.

“Honestly, no. I suffered too much trauma at the hands of him, and I want nothing to do with him. Why?”

“I was just wondering.” I shrugged.

“Are you thinking about your mom?”

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