Amelia Faith, who has been a doctor for over a year now. She never would have thought she would fall in love with one of her cocky patients. Amelia had no time for relationships. She worked twelve hours shifts and had to take care of her son, plus s...
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"Back so soon?" My boss asked, chuckling still looking at his computer.
"I just wanted to address some things with you." I said, fidgeting with my hands.
"Okay, what's up?" He asked.
"Is there any way we can increase my pay to the amount it was before? I deserve what I had before. I went to school for twelve years and worked my way up for this job, and now it's all getting taken away from me by a man, again." I say honestly.
My boss looks at me, "I'm sorry, but that's just the way it is." The hospital can't afford to pay another person," he said. I nodded my head and took a deep breath.
"Okay, then I have no choice but to quit." I left it at that and walked out of his office. I deserved to be treated better.
When I walked out, Dr. Ted stood there talking with a head nurse. "Exuse me," I said, interrupting their conversation. The head nurse smiled at me and walked away.
"Oh Hello, Doctor Faith, what can I do for you?" He asked.
I got straight to the point, "How can you work with only half the pay?" I asked.
He gave me a questionable look, "What do you mean? I'm getting full pay." He said, then he explained to me that he was actually getting paid more than what I usually made. I stormed out of the hospital, pissed off now.
I got in my car and drove home, but stopping at Dairy Queen first and getting myself a brownie and some ice cream.
Once I got home, I took off my shoes and sat right on the couch, eating the ice cream and brownie, watching tv, and crying.
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"Amelia?" Someone called my name.
"Dane?" I say up from the couch.
"Hey, you didn't text or call me?" Dane said, standing in the doorway.
"Sorry, I forgot." I said, standing up.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"Three." He replied.
"Oh shit, I have to pick Owen up and I lost track of time." I said.
He shook his head and chuckled. "I'll go pick him up." He said.
"You don't have to do that." I said.
"No it's fine, why don't you start dinner and we'll be back." He suggested.
God he was perfect.
I nodded my head. He walked over to me, gripped my jaw lightly and pecked my lips. "Relax, it will be okay." He said. I nodded my head kissing him back again. He knew I quit my job.
When we pull apart I wanted to go back. Back to the feeling I feel every time I kiss him. I grip his hair, kissing him again.
"I have to pick... Owen up." He mumbles into the kiss. I shake my head.
I say, "One more minute." After our minute he pulls away smiling.
"I'm gonna be late." He replies. Once he walks out I grin. Damn.
I start dinner, starting with the meat. Seasoning it and then putting it on the pan. Then I start with the sides, rice, and veggies.
DING
My phone beeps, I grab it from my pocket and open it.
Unknown: I want to see my son.
I gasp. My heart is racing. My phone falls to the floor with a big thump. I lean against the counter, my hand over my heart. I can't breathe. Everything from today comes out. My job and this.
Tears run down my cheek as I slide down the floor. I'm whimpering, trying to breathe. I couldn't breathe.
I try to catch my breath, but I just can't. Why won't it stop?
"Mom I'm home! I can't wait to tell you about my day!" Owen says coming through the kitchen from the front door.
"Mom?" Owen asks, as I lay on the floor in my state. I'm so embarrassed.
"Owen..." I could barely get the words out.
"Owen, go upstairs please." Dane says as he looks at me. Why can't I just stop?
Owen nods his head, hesitantly, before leaving.
"I can't breathe," I gasped. Dane comes over to me. Picking me up and taking me to the couch, laying me down on top of him.
"Breathe," he says, rubbing my back.
"You're having a panic attack, it's okay." He says.
"I-" I couldn't speak.
"Don't speak, focus on breathing." He said.
I had many panic attacks when I was little and now they were starting again.
My breathing slows down and I'm brought back to a steady pace. I'm still crying but not sobbing.
"Mommy?" Owen whispers my name from behind me. I close my eyes before opening. I stand up, looking at Owen.
"Why are you crying mom?" Owen frowns and comes closer.
"It's okay, I was just a little upset. I'm okay now. Why don't you go take a shower and get dressed in your pajamas and then we will eat dinner and you can tell me about your day." I say, ruffling his hair.
I sit down on the couch, eye to eye with him. Owen nods but doesn't leave. He comes closer and wraps his arms around me. I kiss his head, smelling his hair, which instantly calms me down.
"I love you," He says kissing my cheeks before running upstairs.
I want to cry again, I'm surprised I have tears left.
"What was it about?" Dane asked.
"Everything." I said, honestly.
"Go take a bath, I'll finish dinner and help Owen." He says kissing me.
"You're perfect." I mumble against his lips.
"What did I say?" He asks, glaring at me. I nod my head and walk upstairs to my room.
