Page 11 of Doctor I Do

“I was going to say, I’m surprised he left your side,” I tease.

“It wasn’t easy. He took a lot of convincing,” she says.

“You mean you offered him a blow job,” Blake counters.

I suck in a breath and turn to Blake to narrow my eyes. “Little ears.”

“Come on, T, lighten up; he’s a baby.”

“Not the point,” I grumble, leaning back and grab my wine to take a sip.

“Wine? Where are you all off to?”

“Good old Luxe,” Blake answers with enthusiasm. He’s always the most excited to go compared to the rest of us. Don’t get me wrong, it’s the best place in town, and it doesn’t have sleezy drunk men everywhere. It’s filled with the most successful men and women around, so out of all the clubs, it’s the place to be.

Alice’s face pinches. I know there is a mix of happy and painful memories from Luxe. And I wonder if I’d rather be going out or be her, married with kids.

If I were Alice, I’d be right where she is, but I’m still trying to figure out my life and career, whereas she was a nurse and following her dreams. Me…well, I have no idea who Tahlia Adams is. That chapter is still to come.

“Well, come on, if I can’t be there, show me what you’re all wearing.”

I show Maddison’s and Blake’s outfits off before facing it to me. As I tilt the phone, Alice grins at my tight white dress. White is risky, but it is one of my favorite colors to wear. I just don’t know how much dancing I’ll be doing in it.

“Of course, T outdoes us all by rocking something unusual and stylish. Bordering between slutty and sexy,” Blake cuts in.

An easy smile plays on my lips. I do have style. Maddison requested I help her find an outfit tonight, so I loaned her my new black dress that has rhinestones on it, outlining her curves. I paired it with her own black peep-toe stilettos and a matching black bag. Blake chose his own colorful tropical shirt. I’d love to style him, but he flat-out refuses. He likes his unique look. And to me, that’s what styling is about. A look you love and feel your best in.

“You all look amazing. T, you’ve heard me say this before, but you should be a stylist,” she coos, before adding, “I’m not jealous, other than wanting wine, but I can’t while I’m feeding. But soon, wine nights at my house.”

“Oh, look at you, Momma. Already needing the booze,” Blake teases.

“No, but I’m still young and want to be around my friends. I have zero desire to go to Luxe, but wine…yes, please.”

“Why are you talking about wine?” Mike’s voice can be heard in the background.

“Nothing, calm down.” Alice rolls her eyes at us, but the lift in the corner of her lips lets us know she loves the bossy attitude Mike exudes. “I’ve gotta go feed Ethan.”

“Okay. We should go call a taxi, so you guys have a good night. Thanks for calling. Miss you,” I say, waving my hand at the camera.

“See you all soon.”

We all say bye, and then I hang up and put the phone down on the counter.

“I ordered the cab,” Maddison says.

“Thanks,” I say picking up my drink, I take another sip.

“I can’t believe she has a baby,” Blake says.

“I know! She is a baby herself,” Maddison replies.

“She’s not a baby,” I argue.

“No, I know, but she’s still young. Are you saying you’d be down for a baby at this age?” Blake asks.

My face drops in horror, and I shake my head vigorously. “No way. I can’t care for a child. I haven’t got a house, or a stable career, or—”

“A man,” Blake interjects.

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