A Wifey for the Bad Boy(83)

Growing up. Kylie had always been a little self-conscious having to live with being the heavier child in a family of cheerleaders and ballet dancers. For the longest time, she had considered herself the black sheep in her family because as far as she was concerned, that was the only way she could explain her existence in a family of perfection. And even though her family went to great lengths to let her know that she was beautiful, it was never really enough. Not for her anyway. After all, they were her family. They were supposed to tell her that after all. It was kind of their duty. As a result of her low self-esteem, the simplest things in life like doctor visits had been a struggle for her especially her OBGYN visits. Thankfully for her, her doctor was an old man Sean Simms whom she felt relatively comfortable around. But then again, she had to. It was not like her old greying doctor of six years would ever pull any moves on her.

She sighed when she walked into the reception. Her heart was already pounding in her chest and she found herself humming to calm herself down.

“Kylie Moran here for Dr. Simms,” she said in a low voice when she got to the reception.

“Go right in, please.”

Kylie took a long deep breath as she made her way to the doctor’s office. She raised an eyebrow when she noticed that there was a new nurse in there.

“Hi, I’m Kylie…here for Doctor Simms,” she said again and the young brunette smiled at her.

“Why don’t you get changed into these and wait inside? He will be with you shortly,” she said and Kylie nodded before she sighed silently.

“I’m sorry…um…” she started as she struggled to look at her nametag.

“Miranda,” the nurse said smiling.

“Sorry Miranda but I am so used to seeing Bess every time I come here,” she said as she reached into her purse. “I usually bring her cookies… I actually brought some today.”

The nurse smiled and then frowned jokingly.

“I’m sorry. Bess resigned a few months ago,” she said and Kylie looked at the container of cookies in her hands and shrugged.

“Maybe I should just leave this with you then,” Kylie said. “I mean, God knows I cannot take more of these home.”

Miranda smiled and nodded.

“Why, thank you. This will save me a trip down to the cafeteria,” she said and Kylie shrugged before she walked into the examination room. She changed out of her jeans and top and in to her hospital gown. She had barely sat down when she heard the door open and almost immediately, her heart rate shot up.

“Deep breaths…deep breaths,” she thought as she closed her eyes. “Happy thoughts, happy place.”

“All right, Miss Moran,” she heard the doctor saying. “I need you to scoot down all the way to the end and just relax.”

“While you are down there you might want to tell me why the hell I have this weird itch,” she said in a low voice. “I have a feeling that the guy I have been seeing…well, I’m not really seeing him anymore or anything but I kind of think that he gave me something…” her voice trailed off. “I’m scared and I just want to be sure,” she added.

“Well, I see a little inflammation in here but it doesn’t look serious,” he said.

Kylie thought he sounded different but she dismissed it. For all she knew it might have been her nerves taking the better of her. She closed her eyes and winced a little when she felt her insides being invaded by the swab.

“Just keep the thoughts coming…and happy…” she thought as she took long deep breaths. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she was not even listening to what the doctor was saying. All she could manage to do was just get lost in her own world as she felt the somewhat cool speculum inside her. A small gasp escaped her lips when she doctor swabbing her.

“I see that you have a little candidiasis going on here,” the doctor said and Kylie nodded.

“Is that what that is?” she asked as she raised her head to look at the doctor and suddenly everything made sense. She had thought that he sounded a little different but she had pushed the thought at the back of her mind.

“So it wasn’t just nerves,” she thought as she looked at a younger, hotter doctor who was most definitely not her Doctor Simms.

“Oh my God… who the hell are you,” she suddenly said when she finally managed to find her voice. “What the hell do you think you are doing?” she asked as she pulled the drape down to cover up her still exposed privates.

“My job,” the doctor said and she heard it again. His voice was smooth and sultry—young even. Plus his eyes, there was just something about them. It was not that she had ever looked into Doctor Sean Simms’ eyes before, it was just that she could feel something different about this particular doctor. For starters, he had piercing blue green eyes and she was sure she would have noticed them before.