Something More (23 page)

Drew pulls me in tight
and hugs me with all of his might. “Thank you, Rebecca. I really didn't want to
disappoint you and I truly would do anything for you, and for Charlie. If you
wanted a baby, I was going to give it to you. But since you don't, I can say
that I just don't think I'm the fathering kind of guy.”

The relief in his face
is adorable. I wish I had my phone nearby to take a picture and savor it
forever. I go to stand up and slide off of his still erect dick. He's almost
always ready around me, and it's flattering. I'm always ready for him, too, so
I guess it goes both ways. His is just more visible.

Offering my hand to
help him up, he takes it, but doesn't really use it as he stands. We both reach
for a towel at the same time and grin at each other. He lays one on the floor
for us to step onto. He steps out first and holds his hand to help me. I open
my towel and start drying off while he grabs another towel and does the same.

“Well, you were great
with Charlie today,” I continue. “I bet you'd be a great father. Speaking of
you and Charlie, what did you two talk about earlier when she booted me out of
the room?”

Drew laughs. “It was
nothing, really. She asked what my intentions were, and I told her that I plan
to make you the happiest woman alive, to spoil you, and ravish your sexy body
every chance I get.”

I laugh and smack him
lightly on his abs. “Oh, stop it! You wouldn't say that to her. At least, not
on the first day.” He raises an eyebrow, challenging me. Instantly, I start
thinking about if he would or wouldn't.

Drew pokes me in the
belly. “I'm just playing,” he says, laughing, while he's toweling off his back.
“I would never tell your daughter how much I love your body or how good you
smell.” He's eyeing my naked sex. “Or how good you taste.” His voice turned
seductive about halfway through that little confession, making me blush and
slide my towel down to cover up.

He takes a step forward
and reaches down, grabbing the towel that is covering me. Pulling it out of my
hands, he tosses it onto the floor. “I don't ever want you to cover yourself or
feel like you have to. Your body is gorgeous...and you taste even better.” I'm
sure the pink on my cheeks just turned bright red. Drew brings a hand up and
cradles my face, rubbing my red cheek with his thumb.

“I'm just not used to
being told anything like that, but I like it...a lot.” The fire inside me is
growing again and I want to be fucked. Hard. I reach up to hold Drew's face in
both of my hands and bring him down so I can kiss him. Licking the crease of
his lips, he opens up to let me in. Dropping his towel, he bends over to pick
me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. I love holding him like this.

Pushing his face back
to stop our kiss, I look at him and then at the dip in his chin. I start to
giggle. “I've always wanted to stick my tongue in your chin dimple.”

He pushes his chin out
at me and smiles. “It's all yours.” Grinning back at him, I stick my tongue out
and trace his lips and give him a quick kiss, and then I trail down his scruff
to the dimple. Swirling my tongue around it, taking in the roughness from his
stubble, and then finally dipping it inside. A slight grumble comes from Drew
and I repeat the process. His grip on my ass tightens and he starts walking out
of the bathroom and to the bed.

“I hope you are going
to fuck me hard, Drew. I
need
you to fuck me hard. Now!” Just as I get
the words out, he plops me on the bed and shoves into me, taking me by
surprise.

“Your wish is
our
pleasure.”

Without opening my
eyes, I know I'm cuddled up next to Drew, feeling sated and sore. It's
wonderful waking up next to him. This is what I want it to be like for the rest
of our lives.

“Feeling thoroughly
fucked?” His voice startles me. I open my eyes and turn to see his beautifully
groggy face smiling back at me. I swear he'd melt my panties right now, if I
were actually wearing any.

“As a matter of fact, I
am. I'm also glad that you got some sleep.” Turning on to my side, I scoot in
close to him and run the tips of my fingers lightly up and down his arm. “I
loved everything about last night and hope for an encore in the near future.”

“All day, every day if
you want. I have no qualms with that.” He winks at me and pulls me onto his
chest. My breasts are mashed up against his ribs and my nipples start to
harden. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the sheet that is lying over Drew's
groin rise up. Apparently, he is ready for the encore right now.

Moving to rest my chin
on his chest so I can see him, he smiles and says, “I told you. All day, every
day. There's no sating me as long as I'm with you.” Funny, I feel the same way.
I felt sated moments ago, but it quickly diminished when he spoke.

“You will have to wait,
Mr. Chambers. I want to get to the hospital to see Charlie and I need to take a
shower.” Leaning forward, I kiss him and roll away.

“I'll order us some
breakfast,” he says while I make my way into the bathroom.

*
* * * *

When we arrive in
Charlie's room, her bed is empty, and then I hear the toilet flush in the
bathroom. She comes out in her hospital gown and I immediately think about her
clothes. She isn't going to have any clothes to wear out of here because they
had to cut them off of her.

“Charlie, I need to go
get you some clothes to wear home. You can't go home in that.”

“Good morning to you,
too, Mom.” I frown and feel bad for not greeting her before I started on her
clothes.

“I'm sorry, sweetie.
Seeing you in the gown made me think of it. And look at you, up and about. It
makes me so happy to see that you're doing well.” I walk up to her and gently hug
her. There are no tubes attached and her color looks good. I take a deep breath
while holding her, thanking whoever it may be for making her okay.

Charlie pats me on the
back. “I'm fine, Mom.” I hate to let go of her now, but I can't hold on
forever. “Yeah, they made me start walking around last night so I didn't get
much sleep. After being in that bed all day yesterday, I just wanted to stand
up and move around.” She makes her way back to the bed, but instead of lying
down, she sits on it, Indian-style.

“Where do you want me
to go get you some clothes from?” I ask.

“I can have someone
bring you whatever you want so your mom doesn't have to leave you,” Drew says.”

“Drew, you don't have
to keep doing this. I am capable of going to get her something.” He rolls his
eyes at me, which tells me he's going to do it anyway.
Why do I even bother
trying to argue with him?
There's no point in it.

Looking back at Charlie,
she looks at me trying to gauge my feelings. I just shrug. “A pair of jeans,
skinny or boot, or jean shorts from Hollister, size two. A tee, any kind, size
small. Panties from Victoria's Secret, cheeky ones, size extra small, and a
push-up bra, 34B. That should cover it.” She is such a little shit. I start to
snicker.

Drew looks at me a
little dumbfounded. I don't think he expected Charlie to blurt out bras and
panties, much less their sizes and styles. I love this girl to the moon and
back. Giving him the same shrug I just gave Charlie a moment ago, I say, “I
guess that'll do it then.”

“Alright then,” he says
with amusement. “I’ll just make a call or two and get that brought over as soon
as possible.” I don't know who he is going to call or how he's going to make it
happen. It's not like those places deliver, but I know he will get it done. He
steps out of the room to make his calls and I sit down on the bed, facing
Charlie.

As I am just about to
start chatting, a nurse walks in. I see Drew out in the corridor on his phone.
He's even sexier when he looks like he's doing business. The door swings back
closed and the sight of him disappears, bringing me back to Charlie and the nurse.

Charlie is lying down
now and the nurse is looking her over, asking her questions about her aches and
pains. She seems satisfied with her answers and says, “The doctor will be in
with you shortly to check you out and may want to run some tests before you go,
just to be on the safe side. And I believe Dr. Chambers wants another CT scan
done. I will double check and get you down there as soon as possible, if that's
what he orders.” Drew's dad is still here?

The nurse exits the
room and Drew walks back in. “Everything will be here within the hour.” He
strolls up next to me and plops his arm around the top of my shoulders,
crossing a foot over his other one, resting the tip on the floor. “Charlie, are
you ready to be sprung from this joint yet?”

“I'm dying to get out
of here and breathe some fresh air. This hospital stench is nauseating.” We
laugh and all get comfortable waiting on Charlie to get discharged.

Having fun banter back
and forth and chatting, the door opens and in walks Marcus with a nice shiner.
The mood shifts immediately and Drew leans forward in his chair, probably
expecting a confrontation. Marcus holds up his hand. “Don't worry, I'm not
going to start anything.”

Drew relaxes slightly
and sits back in his chair. Marcus turns his attention to Charlie. “When are
they letting you out of here, kid?”

“We're just waiting on
the doctor and possibly some more tests to be run.”

“What's the hold up?”
He looks over at Drew. “Can't you speed them up?” We all erupt into laughter,
except Drew. He's only mildly amused.

Just then, a couple of
hospital staff came in, the nurse being one of them. “Charlotte, we're going to
take you down to get that CT scan now. Tracy will wheel you down there.” Charlie
swings her legs off of the bed and slides down until her feet touch the floor,
then sits in the wheelchair. She looks at me and rolls her eyes, telling me she
hates it.

While Tracy is
adjusting the foot rests on the wheelchair, Drew asks her, “Do you want me to
get you some real food to eat?”

She nods vigorously. “A
Cuban sandwich would be great. Pressed.”
Oh, that does sound good. I really
miss good Cuban food.
Florida is flooded with amazing Cuban restaurants,
especially in the Tampa area. A lot of Cubans moved there back when the cigar
factories were there and I guess they just stayed after all the factories
closed.

“Make that two,” I
chime in.

“Make it three,” Marcus
says, getting in on the action. I giggle and look at Drew. Now he seems amused.

“Okay, I'll make it
four. I need to find out what this Cuban sandwich is.” He stands up and pulls
out his phone as Charlie is being wheeled out the door. He looks at me. “What's
the best place to get a Cuban sandwich around here?” I have no clue. I never
really came up to Gainesville, except to move Charlie up here. I shrug. He
looks to Marcus and gets the same response. “I'll go ask the staff then.” He
walks out to the nurse's station, and I stand up to stretch my legs and move to
go look out the window.

Her room overlooks the
beautiful parking lot and the little park where Drew and I first said,
I
love you.
Marcus doesn't talk to me and I'm very thankful for that. He
always seems to say something that he shouldn't. I can feel his eyes on me,
though. Trying not to think about what he may be looking at, I push him out of
my mind and spot the tree that Drew had me pinned up against yesterday. That's
a much better subject to think about.

A minute later, Drew
walks back in and up to me. He places a kiss on my temple and whispers, “Is
everything okay?” I simply nod, wrap an arm around his waist, and lean into
him. “The sandwiches will be here in thirty to forty-five minutes.”

“Sounds good. You will
love it. I miss Cuban food. Is there a Cuban restaurant in Portland?”

“Honestly, I don't
know. I haven't heard of one. Do you want me to open one?” We laugh and I hear
Marcus behind us, huffing. We ignore him and continue looking out at the park.

Before you know it,
Charlie is back from getting her scan, the food has arrived, and we're all
sitting in her room, eating. Not much talking is happening while everyone is
enjoying their sandwich. Drew loves it and wants to taste some more Cuban food.
Secretly, I really want him to open a Cuban restaurant so I can have a little
piece of home with me in Portland.

Since I only eat half
of my sandwich, I'm done before the rest of them. While I'm waiting for the
others to finish, I check my cell phone, which I haven't done at all since I
left home. I see there are a couple text messages from Alyssa. One is just
asking how things are, and another is asking about a picture in the paper.
A
picture in the paper?

Texting her back, I
tell her that I'm not in Portland at the moment and give her the short version
of what happened with Charlie, but that all is okay. I also say that I should
be back soon and then I ask what she is talking about with the picture in the
newspaper.

Alyssa responds quickly
expressing her concern for Charlie. A couple minutes later, she sends a
picture. It's of Drew and me outside of the medical building where I work. I had
forgotten all about the paparazzi and that there might be articles in the paper
mentioning me. The headline is: “Andrew Chambers: Off the Market!”

Rolling my eyes, I drop
my phone into my lap and rub my face. I look up and Drew is looking at me,
concerned, with a mouth full of Cuban sandwich. I show him the picture on my
phone and he gives me a sad look. I know that he’s sorry and that there’s
nothing I can do about it, but it is my first time having to deal with this.
I'm entitled to be a little miffed about it all.

After he swallows his
food, Drew tries to comfort me by actually saying he's sorry. He warned me it
would happen and said it would hopefully get better once the newness wore off.
I will just hope it wears off sooner rather than later.

Charlie asks to see and
her response is, “Your hair is a mess, Mom.”

“Gee, thanks,
sweetheart. It was…windy that day.” I give Drew a dirty look and he smiles. He
knows why my hair is a mess. He had fucked me senseless that day…a couple
times.

When everyone is done
eating, we make light conversation until the doctor comes in. Charlie's new
clothes that Drew bought arrive and she's anxious to get dressed, but has to
wait to talk to the doctor first.

Dr. Chambers walks in a
few minutes later and says Charlie is clear in the neurology department. “Thank
you so much, Dr. Chambers.” I say as we shake hands, and Drew steps out into
the hall with his dad for a moment.

We just need Dr.
Phillips to okay Charlie's release, and then we can get her out of here and
back to her place. Car shopping can happen tomorrow or the next day, if Charlie
is up for it.

About an hour goes by
and Dr. Phillips finally shows up, clearing Charlie to go home. He also gave her
clearance to car shop, but to take it easy and not over do it. Now we just need
to wait on the paperwork. Charlie steps into the bathroom with her new clothes
and changes. She comes out looking like my old Charlie…a little banged up, but
still my old Charlie.

The paperwork arrives
and the nurse comes in with a wheelchair to wheel her downstairs to the exit.
Sometimes hospitals contradict themselves. They want the patient up and moving
around, yet she has to ride in a wheelchair to the exit.

Marcus takes Charlie to
her apartment and we follow with the car Drew has hired. Charlie doesn't live
too far from the hospital or the college. Everything is pretty close, but her
apartment complex isn't in the greatest neighborhood or in the best shape. This
is what you get on a budget…ratty carpet with stains and burn holes from previous
tenants; rust stains in your sinks and tubs; and dingy, nasty tile that no
matter how much you scrub, it still looks like shit.

Once we get Charlie into
her apartment and set her up on the couch, we all discuss dinner plans and
plans for tomorrow. Since Charlie is home from the hospital earlier than we
expected, Drew and I decide to stay long enough to take her car shopping
ourselves. We decide to wait until tomorrow to make plans so we can see how she
is feeling first. I bet once she takes a nice hot shower and gets cleaned up,
she will feel much better.

Drew treated everyone
to a pasta dinner, and Marcus has been behaving himself, for the most part. A
few wisecracks or noises about something said, but nothing to cause anything
other than an annoyance.

After dinner, Charlie
wants to take a shower and I go along with her, in case she needs any help. I sit
on the toilet while she showers, just talking about what kind of car she might
want to look at and if she thinks she will be up to going tomorrow.