The Doctor and the Millionaire (EDITING)

Chapter Twenty-Five

" I felt bad for the husband...he was crying and it was just so sad Christian" 

" I bet he's happy now that he knows his wife is ok, and his baby is ok," I said 

" Yeah, that's the best part" She smiled tiredly 

Then I thought, If I God forbid were to be in a situation where I needed medical attention I knew that Milan would care and fight for me. Knowing that made me feel good. 

" Milan" I called 

" Hmm" She mumbled 

" If I were able to be in a bad situation you'd fight for me right?" 

" Christian, of course I would...If I had to I would give you my organs so that you could live" 

" I didn't mean to make you sad" I smiled 

"It's fine...anyway what are we doing for our trip this weekend?" She asked 

" We're going hiking, fishing, star gazing, swimming, and some other things" I told her 

" That actually sounds fun...I thought it was going to be boring" She whispered falling into sleep 

" You're tired, sleep, babe," I said kissing her head 

" You have work tomorrow too" 

" I know, but you need more sleep than I do," I kissed her lips 

She shut her eyes and quickly drifted off to sleep. I smiled at her cute face sleeping and pulled her closer to my chest and slowly drifted off to sleep. 

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"Christian turn your freaking alarm off" Milan groaned 

" Christian turn your fucking alarm off " Milan shouted 

" I'm up" I groaned 

I turned my alarm off and turned my attention back to Milan who was half asleep

" Good morning babe" 

" Your alarm...is so annoying" She muttered 

" That's the point, to wake me up" I laughed 

" You have to be at the office soon, you should get ready," She said falling back asleep

" I know, and you're coming with me," I said rolling out of bed pulling her with me 

"Christian, what the hell am I supposed to do in your office," She whined  

" I'll tell you when we get there, for now go get ready" 

She rolled her eyes and grabbed her toothbrush and started brushing her teeth while I did the same. We finished brushing our teeth and moved to the closet to get dressed. She walked to her area of the closet to pick something, but I had forgotten to tell her that she needed to dress somewhat professional because we were meeting the detective. 

" You need to pick something professional," I told her 

" Why? were going to your office" 

" Yeah but I need you to meet somebody important"  

Her eyes widened 

" Is it your parents? Christian, please don't make me meet them today, I'm not ready. They're going to hate me! What if they think I'm ugly?" She screamed 

It was quite entertaining to see her stress over having to see my parents. She was pacing back and forth in only her lingerie hyperventilating. It was too amusing!