He curls his lip in disgust. You have to be a special kind of person to work in ER. Cam and I are not those people. I mean, it’s good in some ways. The experience is invaluable, but it’s hectic and you never know what the hell is going to happen on your shift. Drug addicts, car accidents, stab wounds, police everywhere… there’s usually something horrible going on. Nothing good ever happens in ER.
“What time do you finish?” he asks.
“Not until seven.” I kiss his chest. “Do you mind if we give date night a miss tonight? By the time I get home, going out will be the last thing I’m going to feel like doing.”
He kisses my forehead. “Pizza, wine, and hot bath it is.”
“I love you.” I smile.
He smirks and kisses my head. “What’s not to love?”
I sit up and I push him back to the bed to lean over him. “That’s not what you’re supposed to say back, Cameron.”
He smiles cheekily. “If I say it too much you’ll get sick of hearing it.”
I kiss his lips and my eyes search his. “I could never get sick of hearing you tell me you love me.”
His eyes darken, and he suddenly flips me so that he’s on top of my once again. In one slick movement he’s managed to slide back in. “I think I’ll take my tonight sex now, thanks.” He bites my neck. “Tonight’s looking sketchy.”
I laugh as he flexes his dick inside me.
The door handle turns.
“Fucking leg alarm,” Cameron whispers.
I giggle.
“Every time someone in this house is trying to get a fucking leg over, an alarm goes off and he appears from nowhere,” he growls into my ear.
“Dad?” Owen calls. “The door’s locked.”
“Fuck it,” Cameron whispers as he rolls off me.
I giggle and throw my nightgown on and open the door. “Good morning, my Owie.”
He frowns with his hands on his hips. “Why was the door locked?”
“I’m not sure. I probably locked it by accident,” I murmur as I go into the bathroom and turn the shower on.
Owen goes over to the bed. “Let me in.”
Cameron pats the top of the bed. “Lie on top of the blankets, buddy. It’s too hot underneath.”
I smile as I hold my hand under the water. Little does he know his dad’s a sticky, hot mess under those blankets.
Owen lies on top of the blankets and cuddles his father for a moment.
“Why don’t you go and put your shows on, Owie?” I call. Cam needs to start getting ready.
“Yes, okay,” Owen calls back before he jumps off the bed and runs downstairs.
I look around. Damn it. There are no towels in here. I walk down the hall to the linen press and when I return Cam is in my shower. I smirk at him and put my hand on my hip.
He likes the water cold.
I like the water hot.
Showers together when sex isn’t included involve a lot of tap temperature changing by the both of us.
“You can have first shower,” I mutter dryly.
He winks sexily. “Thanks, Bloss.” He grabs the soap and starts to wash himself. “Don’t mind if I do.”
“You have three minutes,” I call. I return to the bedroom, make the bed, and open the blinds. A minute later, Cam appears with my white towel wrapped around his waist. His broad chest and the six-pack bring a smile to my face.
I am one lucky bitch to get to wake up to this guy every day. I get another towel from the linen press and hop into the shower.
Cam is shaving, and I watch him intently as I stand beneath the water.
He looks like a movie star in his white fluffy towel wrapped around him. He slowly slides the razor down his cheek as he concentrates. No matter how many times I watch him do this, it still fascinates me every time.
“So, I have a thing in Vegas in a few weeks,” he says.
I pour shampoo into my hand. “Oh, okay.”
“I thought you might want to come with me,” he suggests casually as he glides the razor over his skin.
“When is it?” I ask.
He rinses his razor under the hot water. “I’m not sure. Couple of weeks? Over a weekend, I think.”
I scrunch up my face at the thought of all the hassle of going somewhere, packing, socializing, unpacking… Ugh. Honestly, just getting through working full time and being a mom is exhausting enough. “No, that’s okay, babe. You go and have fun. Owen and I will stay home.”
His gaze switches to me as his razor glides down his face and he stops mid-air. “Well, no. I want you to come.”
I scrub the shampoo around my head. “I’m not coming, Cam. How long are you going for?”
He rinses the razor under the water again. “Well, I won’t be going if you two don’t come,” he snaps, annoyed.
“Stop being a baby.” I rinse my hair. “You don’t need me to hold your hand.”
“You know, most women get excited when their boyfriend tries to take them away.”
“I am excited. I’m just too busy.” I reply.
He rolls his eyes and continues shaving in silence. “Your job is starting to piss me off,” he mutters. “How can you be too tired to come away for a weekend? It’s ridiculous.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Excuse me?”
His jaw ticks in anger and he glares at me.
“Don’t start pulling that crap, Cameron. I don’t have three secretaries and ten interns running around after me at work all day. I’m one of the fucking runners! I don’t stop from daylight till dusk. I’ll go away when I want to go away.” I get out of the shower and walk into the bedroom, wrapping the towel around my head. “Stop trying to tell me what to fucking do all the time.”
Spoiled brat.
He continues shaving and I get dressed in a hurry before I make my way downstairs.
“What do you want for breakfast, Owen?” I call.
“Fruit Loops.”
“You are not having Fruit Loops,” I tell him firmly.
“Why not?” he fires back.
“Because they are not in a damn food group!” I yell. Fuck. The men in this house are infuriating today.
“Jeez. Settle down,” he calls.
“Don’t say that to me!” I shout. “Stop copying what your father says. You are not allowed to tell me to settle down. It’s disrespectful.”
I make his oatmeal and sit at the table with him and my cup of coffee. Five minutes later Dr. Stanton arrives down the stairs.
And I don’t call him Dr. Stanton lightly, because as soon as he puts on that McDreamy suit the whole dynamic changes between us.
I’m instantly putty in his hand.
He walks past me, places his hand on my shoulder as a silent apology and I find myself smirking into my coffee.
“I hate oatmeal.” Owen sighs.
“Owen. I don’t know where this attitude is coming from about junk food, but the way you’re going you’re never getting it again.”
He widens his eyes into his bowl and Cameron drops his head to hide his smile.
“But…” he begins.
“Owen. Don’t talk back to your mother, just eat your breakfast now,” Cameron cuts him off.
Owen drops his head and eats in silence.
Cameron makes his coffee and his morning protein shake then kisses my forehead. “I’ve got to run. See you tonight, Bloss.”
“Bye, babe.” I sigh as I blow out a breath. I grab his hand and pull him back to kiss him softly on the lips. He smirks and raises his eyebrow at my fiery behaviour this morning.
He kisses Owen. “See you tonight, buddy.”
“Bye, Dad.” Owen smiles up at him, and before I know it he’s out the door. I hear his sporty Aston Martin take off down the driveway and the sound of the automatic gates open. I remember a time when I was just his intern and how exotic his two-hundred-thousand-dollar car seemed. Now that I know it’s just a compact, flashy little thing that’s really, really hard to have sex in, I’m totally unimpressed.
“Did you get out of the wrong side of the bed today, Momma?” Owen asks innocently.
I smirk and try to tame his wild hair with my fingers. “Maybe.”
I stare at the angiogram report in front of me. It makes no sense. I’m in a cubicle with a man in his early thirties who has been brought into ER with a suspected heart attack.
He’s scared, and he has every right to be.
His heart is not doing anything near what it’s supposed to be doing.
“Peter, is it?” I smile sympathetically.
He nods way too fast, as if panicked, and he’s having trouble catching his breath.
“It’s okay. Calm down.” I smile. “You’re in safe hands now.”
I read through the blood samples and go over the chest x-rays. I then go back over the electrocardiogram and the angiogram.
His results are not making any sense and I have no idea what’s going on here. I need to call a specialist down.
“Peter, I’m going to call for a second opinion.” I smile.
He nods. “Is something wrong?” He frowns.
I smile and pat his forearm. “Nothing that we can’t take care of, don’t worry. Try and get some sleep. I’ll get a nurse to come and stay with you while I’m gone.” I draw back the curtain. “Excuse me, Tammy,” I say to the nurse who’s making the bed next to me. “I need someone to stay with Peter while I just call upstairs, please.”
“Sure.” She smiles, walks in, and takes Peter’s hand in hers. “I bet you’re having an interesting day.” She smiles.
Peter coughs as he tries to catch his breath, and nods.
I hot foot it to the phone and dial the cardiology wing. “Hello. This is Dr. Tucker in ER. Can I have a cardiologist come down here, please?”
“Sure thing. Where are you?”
“In E26.”
“Okay, thank you. I’ll send Jameson.” She hangs up.
“Thank you,” I say gratefully.
I walk back into Peter’s cubicle to find he’s having a panic attack.
“Peter. I need you to relax for me,” I say as the nurse puts an oxygen mask on him. He pants heavily as he tries to breath.
Fuck… hurry up, Jameson.
Seb walks through ER and I dart out from the curtain. “Seb.”
He turns. “Oh, hey, Ash.”
“Can you help me for a moment, please?” I widen my eyes in a help me I’m freaking out way. He nods knowingly and follows me into the cubicle.
“This is Peter,” I introduce them. “Peter was brought in by ambulance after collapsing at work.”
“Hello, Peter.” Seb smiles as he shakes his hand. I pass his chart and results to Seb, and I know that he can’t actually do anything that I haven’t done already, but I just want someone with me until help arrives. Seb knows what I’m doing, but goes through the chart anyway.