My phone bleeps with another incoming text and I take a quick second at a red light to look down at it.
Olivia: The doctor came out to talk to me. Dad's prognosis is extremely promising. He won't be awake for a while so I can't see him, but they've moved him to a room in the CVICU.
I tap out a quick reply.
Me: So glad to hear it, babe! I'm almost there. Where are you?
Olivia: Still in the waiting room. Just come here.
Me: Okay. Be there soon. Love you.
Olivia: And I love you, baby.
I smile at the pet name. It speaks to her mood, which seems very good. I'm pleased about that. I was beginning to worry how she'd tolerate all this upheaval in her life on top of not being able to get pregnant. She's strong, though. I don't know why I'm surprised that she bounced back so quickly.
I just hope there's not another storm on the horizon. She needs some calm waters for a little while. This would be enough to drive anyone mad.
As I'm pulling onto the hospital grounds, I get another text. I glance down at it as I'm decelerating on my approach to the parking garage. It's a picture of Olivia's naked chest, shirt unbuttoned, bra pulled down and the fingers of one hand tweaking her nipple.
"Holy shit!" I mutter. My leg jerks and my foot slams on the gas for a second. I have to hit the brake and yank the steering wheel to the left to avoid the concrete barrier that separates the incoming and outgoing lanes of the parking deck. What the hell is she up to?
I slide into the first parking spot I can find, one that's not really meant for a full-sized car, but I take it anyway. They can give me a ticket; I don't give a shit. Some things are more important than parking peculiarities. Things like whatever has gotten into my wife. I didn't expect her to bounce back this quickly, but I'm damn sure not gonna gripe about it.
I shift into park and cut the engine, taking a second to reply before I leap from the car and lock it as I'm jogging off toward the hospital entrance.
Me: Are those for me?
Olivia: They could be. So could … other things.
Mother of God! I'm going into a hospital with a dick as stiff as the steel I-beams holding this place together.
Me: What kinds of other things?
Olivia: All sorts of things, starting with these.
There's a long pause before another picture comes in. I'm on the elevator, praying to God that my reception doesn't fail on the way up. And it doesn't. I'm staring at the screen when it comes in. My mouth goes dry as desert dirt when I see it. It's a photo of Olivia's hip, one thumb hooked in the elastic of her lace panties as if she's in the process of pulling them down.
Me: Don't move a muscle. I'll be there in two minutes.
Even if I have to get out and take the stairs, I think to myself, willing the elevator to climb faster. It seems like an eternity has passed before the doors open with a muted swoosh to set me free. I hop out and bound down the hall toward the small waiting room where I left my wife. Of course she's not in here. She can't be if she's sending me half naked pictures.
I text her and note the fine tremor of my hand. God I love Olivia! Only she could do this to me.
Me: I'm in the waiting room. Where are you?
Olivia: Down the hall to the right, last door in the cubbyhole at the end.
I waste no time following her map and finding my way to the single door at the unlit end of the hall. Two supply carts are partially obscuring the door. Bloodflow to my cock increases immediately. We might as well be in a deserted wing.
Me: I'm here.
Olivia: Come on in.
I twist the knob and open the door slowly. There's nothing more than a sink and a toilet and my wife, standing in the center of the small room, smiling.
"You're dressed."
"I didn't want to ruin anything for you. I know how much you like taking my clothes off."
I walk stiffly toward her, clenching and unclenching my fists. How can she still do this to me after all this time? Hell if I know, but I'm not one to complain.
As I draw closer, she backs up to the sink until it hits her in the ass and she has to stop.
"We're gonna be banned from bathrooms before too long. You realize that, don't you?"
She nods, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.
I reach forward and unbutton her shirt, parting it to reveal her creamy flesh.
"What was it you sent me a picture of, exactly?" I ask. "I think I need you to show me in person."
Her hands are shaking, too, when she reaches up to pull the cups of her bra down to expose her pebbled nipples. She twists and pinches them, her breath escaping her lips in a hushed little huff.
"God, you're beautiful," I tell her on a growl as I bend to take one peak into my mouth. Immediately, she arches her back and fists her fingers in my hair. "Whatever happens next, you just remember that you did this. You did this."