Lex(148)

“Go on.” Lincoln’s head comes down and kisses the top of my head.

“Lucy is doing well in her training. I spoke with Mike at the facility and he said that she would probably be able to complete the program and be a certified service dog in another six months. But he wants to start in a few weeks to bring Lucy to see you so you can start one-on-one training. He thinks since she was already your dog before we entered her into the service program and since you’ve had her in training previously; it would be better this way.”

Lucy, three weeks ago, after pulling a huge amount of strings, was admitted into a program for service dogs. They don’t typically accept Pit Bulls or dogs that weren’t bred specifically for this cause. However, Lincoln was adamant and refused to use any dog other than her. Lincoln being a cop and military veteran, they bent the rules and took her in. I got a call last night from them stating that she is doing unbelievably well and adjusting better than they’d hoped.

“That’s great. I miss that pup.”

“Daddy!” I hear my princess yell and I turn to see Emma walking beside Molly on their way out of the hospital. Both of them skipping, holding hands. Molly really is a great nurse. I like her way better than the rest of Lincoln’s nurses, maybe it’s because she keeps him on his…. Okay…not a good idea to be talking about toes.

Running and jumping into Gage’s lap, all four of us are now seated on the bench. Molly stands next to us. Observing Lincoln and then looking to me and back again, three or four times. A smile spreads across her youthful face. Molly a few years younger than I am. Curvy in all the right places and exceptionally short. She has the prettiest light caramel long hair that she always wears in a ponytail and her eyes are the most unique shade of green that I’ve ever seen. It’s like a mix between the color of fresh grass and a burst of olive green around the pupil. I once asked her if they were contacts. They’re not.

“Looks like somebody needed to cuddle with Lex today. Better than what you were doing last night. That had nurse Abby refusing to be your nurse ever again.” The dark comical edge to Molly’s tone is a mix between serious and joking, although it wouldn’t surprise me if Lincoln turned off some of the nurses. He’s been a handful.

“Let me guess, Eva?” I ignore the fact that I am in Lincoln’s lap when I address Molly. I know he doesn’t like discussing his extracurricular activities with me. He convinced his other two regular nurses never to speak to me about his perversions that take place a few nights a week in his hospital room. Lucky for me, spicy nurse Molly refuses to withhold any secrets from me. This has made her one of my new best girlfriends. Lincoln hates it.

“Don’t you.” Lincoln warns, bringing out his Dom tone. And I laugh.

“Eva?” I question again and the arms around my waist tighten. Molly notices and she grins, a naughtiness sparking in her lovely eyes.

“Yes. Eva. I was off last night but when I came in this morning to relieve our fill-in nurse, she was more than willing to share the juicy details.”

I raise a brow, suppressing my need to bark a laugh. Lincoln’s breathing accelerates and Gage stands up from the bench, taking Emma with him and setting her down on the ground. Emma starts to wander towards the gravel path that completes a circle around the hospital.

“You two talk about that. Emma and I are going for a walk.” Gage gives Lincoln a sympathetic glance and bends down to kiss me on the cheek. “Love you. Be nice.”

“Yes, daddy.” I wink at him and he growls.

“Don’t start here.”

I bat my long eyelashes and bite my lip, which I know drives him mad. “I don’t know whatever you are talking about. Take my daughter on a walk.”

Gage corrects me, “Our daughter.”

“Daddy…” Emma whines, standing a few feet away.

“Okay, our daughter. Now take her for a walk, so I can talk with my new best friend.”

Suddenly Gage darkly smirks and a spank hits my bottom, shocking a wave of hot pain to radiate up through my body.

“Ouch!” I snap at Lincoln, shoving my shoulder into his chest. “That hurt.”

Lincoln’s punishing hand then begins to lightly rub the same spot he just turned into a soft burning sensation. “Stop asking questions about my life and what I do. And stop teasing your man.” The Dom voice commands.

As much as I love Lincoln, that voice doesn’t work on me, most of the time. I’m in a much better mood now than I was half an hour ago.

Tugging myself out of Lincoln’s lap, I shuffle onto the bench again, laying my head on his shoulder. Molly takes a seat on Lincoln’s wheelchair. Rolling it out from beside the tree, so she is facing us.