Tuesday, April 07, 2020

The Best Medicine by Dellani Oakes – Part 26


Talk turns to the subject of Morgan's ex, Vanessa. Kenny, who has been fairly quiet, speaks up.
"She was one of the nastiest people I've ever known, and I couldn't stand her from the moment I met her. But I will say this in her favor, she was a non-partisan bitch. She was horrible to everyone, and didn't discriminate based on race, gender, religion, sexual preference or national origin." His chair dropped to the floor and he leaned across the table, eyes locked with Morgan's. "I've waited a long time to say that, but I couldn't bring it up with you while you, were still suffering. Now that you're not, I'm free to speak my mind. I'll never mention her again." He tipped back in his chair looking around expectantly. "How about them Red Sox, eh?"
The others were stunned by his sudden pronouncement. Morgan stared wide eyed, Molly's mouth fell open and Tanya blinked rapidly wondering what to say. There was a long, awkward silence.
"I'd like to see them win the series next season," Tanya said quietly.
It was her turn to be gaped at. A slow grin started at the corner of Kenny's mouth and spread upward setting his eyes sparkling.
"By God, I like this girl more every time I see her!" Impulsively, he took Tanya in a friendly bear hug. "You did good this time, Morph! And to think it was all an accident!"
Morgan looked at his feet, shuffling them back and forth on the floor. "Well, mostly. I admit, I didn't make her faint, but I waited in that room for two hours hoping she'd come in. I noticed you the first day you arrived, and I knew you were the girl for me. Meeting you was hard, you were always working! But finally it was kismet."
"Really? Wow, I had no idea!"
"You're going to laugh when I tell you what got my interest." He chuckled, blushing. "You remember shortly after you came, there was that freak accident, where some kid put a foil pan in the microwave and it exploded? He got hit with some shrapnel, and I needed X-rays to work with. You spotted stuff on that film I never would have seen, and gave a really precise analysis of it. Because of you, Cal Sherman and I were able to save his eyes. It was really impressive. I asked Grace about you that same day."
"Really?" Tanya didn't know what to think. She was flattered and pleased that he'd noticed her dedication to her work. "I'm embarrassed to admit I didn't really notice you. But then I hardly noticed anyone, or anything, when I first got here. I was reeling from a horrible divorce, and my grandmother's death," she explained.
"Noticed me now though," Morgan grinned, raising his eyebrows.
"Oh, that's for sure!" She giggled, blushing deeply in front of Molly and Kenny.
"I think it's time for you to go to the grocery store now," Kenny told them flatly.
"Oh, hell no, Kenny. I'm taking her back to bed! She still has time before she has to be to work!" He kissed his sister and shook Kenny's hand in record time, dragging Tanya out the door and down the steps.
Tanya was vaguely aware of a woman standing in the parking lot by Morgan's car. She was bending over the hood, writing something on a piece of paper. She had just snapped it under a windshield wiper when she heard them behind her. Morgan stopped dead, mouth open, eyes wide. Tanya ran into his back, but he hardly noticed. The woman smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. She was medium height, all harsh angles and sharp points. Her hair was bleached a shade of blonde that nature never intended, and was teased within and inch of its life. Her makeup looked like it had been applied in the Tammy Faye Baker School of Beauty. She wore a turquoise satin outfit that was too tight and too short, as if she'd stepped out of a bad Eighties movie.
"Morgan, hi." She had a hard edged voice with an accent that came from somewhere around New York City. She forced another smile from her thin, red lips. "Molly. Kenny."
She gave a curt nod acknowledging Morgan's family. Her cold, ice-blue eyes lingered on Tanya for a moment, before flickering back at Morgan.
"Vanessa," Morgan hissed.
"Why are you here?" Molly regained her balance before Morgan did. She advanced on Vanessa, like a mongoose on a snake. "Haven't you caused enough trouble?" She turned to her husband who was still standing calmly on the porch. "Kenneth, call the police. I want her removed."
"Yes, Kenneth. Call them. You always do everything she tells you." She waved him away as if he were a peasant.
"That's because she has excellent ideas," Kenny told her bluntly. Taking his cell phone from his pocket, he dialed the police. His conversation was short and to the point. He stood on the porch with his arms crossed.
"Why are you here, Vanessa?" Morgan finally found his tongue.
Tanya could see the fury in every line of his face. It had been such a happy moment, and now that had been ruined by the queen bitch. She waited to see what would happen next.
"I saw a clip from the video," Vanessa said simply, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "I also saw an interview with Cullen afterwards. He was talking about the song, and how you wrote it about me."
"It's not about you," Morgan said. "It's about pain and heartache. It has nothing to do with you."
"It has everything to do with me! If I hadn't left, you'd never have written it, and your crummy, no talent brother wouldn't be famous! I want a cut, Morgan. I know you're going to make royalties from the song sales. I want my cut. I think I'm entitled to half."
Morgan closed his eyes, inhaling deeply before he proceeded. "You aren't entitled to any of it, Vanessa. Any judge in the country will tell you that. We weren't together when I wrote it."
© 2020 Dellani Oakes

Thursday, April 02, 2020

The Best Medicine by Dellani Oakes – Part 25


Molly and Morgan share more memories of their childhood.
Morgan threw his head back, laughing heartily. "Oh, God! I was just thinking of that one, you know?"
He made some vague gestures. He and Molly laughed heartily. No one else knew what they were talking about. The confused looks set Morgan and Molly laughing even harder.
"They're crazy, you know this right?" Kenny looked at Tanya, his tone and expression flat. "Completely bonkers, the entire family."
Tanya looked at Morgan and Molly, their eyes watering as they giggled. "I'm beginning to figure that out. But it works for me." She winked at Kenny who grinned back at her. "I just wish I understood. I'd like a good laugh too."
Kenny shook his head, leaning back in his chair. "Trust me, no you wouldn't. I've heard this story. It's one of those where you had to have been there, for it to be funny at all. I didn't even crack a glimmer of a grin, when they told me. But they whooped it up like a comedy show."
Morgan and Molly finally stopped laughing long enough to gather up the plates and put them in the dishwasher. As they cleaned up, Kenny and Tanya sat at the table sipping coffee and chatting.
"So, what are the plans for the day?" Kenny asked her.
"I'm working this afternoon," Tanya said. "But before I do that, I'd better go to the grocery store. In fact, we both should. Morgan hasn't a thing in his house to eat, and I'm out of just about everything."
"Oh, what excitement," Molly said dryly. "And here I thought you had something fun planned, like rock climbing or hang gliding."
"No, that's next week," Morgan said, keeping his face completely straight. "I thought we'd try joining the Mile High Club tomorrow, that is, if I can borrow the family jet."
Tanya glanced around the room trying to figure out if Morgan was teasing. No one smiled. They all looked as if his remark was completely normal. Just as she was about to ask, Duke's ears went red and he burst out laughing. It was an explosive sound and made her jump. He giggled until tears came to his eyes.
"I'm sorry," he told Morgan. "I just couldn't hold it any more. Tanya, the look on your face was priceless! Good one, Uncle Morph."
"I don't know what you're talking about, Duke. I'm completely serious." He took a sip of his coffee, tipping casually back in his chair.
"But—I—Whatever!" Making rude finger gestures at his uncle, he walked from the room muttering to himself.
Morgan's lip twitched and then a smile spread across his face. "No, I'm kidding about the mile high thing, Tanya. But the family does have a plane. It belongs to Uncle Scott."
"No, Uncle Stan," Molly corrected.
"I'm always mixing them up," Morgan told her. "I hope I know them by sight, and haven't had them mixed up in my head for the last thirty years. I think they played a prank on me as a child, pretending to be one another, to confuse me."
"It wouldn't surprise me," Molly told him. "They' are a little eccentric, and have a very bizarre sense of humor."
"Which is the one with gold tooth? Stan?"
"No."
"Oh. Well then I don't know which is which. My entire life has been an illusion. I'm going to require years of therapy to make me myself again."
"I can help with that," Tanya told him with a perfectly straight face. "I am a professional. I even did a short stint on a psychiatry ward. Would you say you suffer from delusions?"
"Constantly," Morgan said with a huge, dramatic sigh. "Or are they illusions? What's the one when you see things?"
"Hallucinations...or is it halitosis? I get those two mixed up."
Kenny was looking from Morgan to Tanya and back again. "She's as loony as he is. No wonder they get along so well. What a relief! I thought we had a normal one in the family, and I was going to worry about her continued mental health!"
Molly grinned, watching Morgan and Tanya be silly. "I think it's wonderful! I'm so glad you fainted into my brother's arms, Tanya!"
"Well, specifically she fainted, and I caught her in my arms, but it's just semantics. I'm glad too."
He grinned, then frowned slightly. Tanya guessed he was thinking about Vanessa for a moment, but didn't want to ask.
"At the risk of bringing up a bad subject, I have to say something. I apologize for all the time I spent with Vanessa, and forced you to be nice to her. I'm so sorry...." He gulped unable to continue.
Molly hugged her brother and kissed his cheek. "We all act like fools when we think we're in love, Morph. We just forgive one another and move on."
"While we are on the subject of Vanessa," Kenny interrupted. "I have to get something off my chest, and then I'll never mention her again—unless it's to say someone dropped a house on her and stole her ruby slippers." He paused while he thought out how best to say what was on his mind.
© 2020 Dellani Oakes

Tuesday, March 31, 2020

The Best Medicine by Dellani Oakes – Part 24


Morgan tells Tanya about an incident on the playground, when he and Molly were kids.
"Anyway, he shoved me down in the dirt. My cousins and friends were lining up to defend me, when we heard this sound like a wounded banshee bearing down on us from the other side of the playground. Suddenly, Molly tackles the kid, grabs a handful of hair, and starts banging his face into the dirt! She was screaming the whole time Nobody beats up my baby brother but me! Mom got this call from the principal about it. He was trying so hard not to laugh, but he couldn't help it. Molly wasn't all that big, but he said her tackle was worthy of the Pittsburgh Steelers. The other kid got suspended, but Molly went back to class, and nothing more was said."
"She got away with it? Wow! My older brother defended the younger once, and got suspended for three days!"
"Well, Mom asked him about that. He said, Molly was mostly remorseful."
"Mostly?"
"She was sorry she hurt him, but told him if anyone ever started anything with me again, she'd finish it. That kid got suspended for ten days, and came back a changed individual. He wasn't a bully any longer, he could hardly hold his head up, because he'd been beaten up by a little girl. Humiliation doesn't even cover what he felt."
"Oh, my! What did Molly think of that?"
"She lorded it over him for a long time, but finally she forgave him. Then she married him." He grinned, escorting her to the car and locking the house behind him. "Do you need your car, or do you want to leave it here?"
"We can buzz back by and get it before work, can't we? I have to change anyway."
"Not a problem. We'll have plenty of time."
They drove to Molly's restaurant and parked by the back door. Morgan didn't knock, he just walked right in. Molly and Kenny were sitting at the table drinking coffee. Duke was by the stove turning pancakes on the griddle. The room smelled of good things to eat; pancakes, bacon, hash browns and coffee. Tanya inhaled deeply and accepted a cup of hot coffee from Kenny.
"Oh, it smells great! I didn't realize I was so hungry." She and Molly exchanged a knowing look.
"Good sex does that to you," Duke contributed without thinking. His ears reddened and he went back to his pancakes with greater attention.
Molly smacked him on the back of the head with a rolled newspaper. "Hush up, you! Don't you know that's rude? What your Uncle Morph does with his time, is his business."
"Yes, ma'am," Duke mumbled, his pride a little wounded.
"But the boy has a point, Molly," Kenny added with a straight face. "Nothing like a little nookie to put a smile on the lips, and a growl in the belly. Right, my dear?" He grabbed her playfully onto his lap, making growling noises against her neck.
Molly shoved away from him, slapping him on the arm. "Behave yourself, old man. We've got company!"
"Isn't she something?" Kenny inquired of the room in general. "The mother of four and has the same figure as she did the day I married her. She's my beauty!"
Molly's face softened and she leaned over to kiss her husband. "Well not quite the same figure," she remarked casually. "I was three months pregnant, so I look rather better now."
Duke's ears turned redder than before and he got busy with transferring the pancakes to a hot serving plate. "I wish you wouldn't talk about that," he said quietly. "That's kind of personal information, to be telling in front of company."
"Oh, my God!" His mother rounded on him. "You'll talk about your escapade connecting with the barbed wire fence, but when I mention I was pregnant when I was married, you get embarrassed! Dear me, the child has some manners in him after all!" Laughing, she took the heavy platter from her son and set it on the sideboard with a click.
"And here we thought that the boys were all heathens," Morgan chuckled. "How did we get that impression?"
"Well, it just seemed a little too personal," Duke muttered as he brought the butter and syrups to the table on a tray.
"Where's Finn?" Morgan asked suddenly to change the subject.
"He stayed at a friend's," Molly remarked. "We'll not discuss which friend, as it might offend my son's new found, delicate sensibilities."
"Is she pretty?" Morgan winked at his nephew.
"She's hot as hell!" Duke replied enthusiastically! "I just wish she had a twin sister!"
There was rebuke in his mother's eyes, but she said nothing.
"I knew it wouldn't last," Morgan looked smug.
"Sorry," Duke muttered, taking three pancakes off the stack and drowning them with syrup.
"Where are the other boys?" Tanya asked.
"They're on tour," Molly said proudly. "They left last night. They'll be gone about six weeks. All that driving, Cullen's going to be wild before it's over. He hates being in a vehicle for any period of time."
"They'll just have to sing to him like we did. Do you remember? Any time we got in the car, he'd scream. The only thing that kept him happy was She'll be Coming Round the Mountain! We even made up our own verses because we got sick of singing the same thing over and over. Dad's were the best," Morgan remembered fondly.
"I liked yours," Molly told Morgan. "Of course the best ones, we couldn't sing around Dad. Morgan's a creative lyricist," Molly told them with a sly grin. "Though I don't think that some of those things she was doing round the mountain, were physically possible."
© 2020 Dellani Oakes

Thursday, March 26, 2020

The Best Medicine by Dellani Oakes – Part 23


Content Warning: This episode includes sex and is not appropriate for children under 18

"Don't have one of those, I'm afraid."
"Hammock?"
He shook his head.
"I don't fancy a cold, stone floor much."
"Nor do I. I think I'd shrivel up to nothing."
Tanya giggled, rubbing her hand playfully against him. "I don't think that's possible."
"Don't much want to find out which of us is right."
"No, I can't say I do either."
"Well, one thing we haven't done is make love in motion."
Tanya looked at him as if he were crazy. "What?"
Morgan kissed her, drawing her close as he rubbed up against her. He touched the sweet spot along her spine and got her ready for him. He sat up, leaning all the way over to the side of the bed and picked up a small remote. He gestured for her to straddle him as he leaned back on mountain of colored pillows.
Tanya crawled over, kissing his chest and down to his abdomen. Her lips and tongue played along his well toned abs, flicking out to tickle his skin. He moaned as she lowered herself over him. With an effort, he scrambled for the remote, which he had managed to drop. With a slight jerk, the bed began to rotate slowly, and vibrate. The sound of the vibration traveled down her spine, lingering in the sweet spot, as his fingers played with her breasts and caressed her belly.
Tanya pulled him down until she was lying beneath him, wrapping her legs around him. He felt the extra pressure, as she clamped down on him. He moaned, knowing if she continued like that, he wouldn't last long. He tried to wiggle free, but she was unrelenting, so he gave in to the inexorable force that bore down upon him. His movement hampered, he ground his hips against hers and watched her expression change as he hit the right spot. She eased up on him a little then, allowing him to move more freely, smoothly.
Wave after undulating, tantalizing wave hit her, shuddering from her head to her toes. Biting her lip, she tried not to scream, but she couldn't help it. Tanya still felt that screaming during sex was a little embarrassing. She wasn't one who liked to lose control, but Morgan brought her to it again and again as they climaxed. His groans were nearly as loud as her screams, when they reached their final peak, falling limply to the bed. Tanya couldn't even speak, all she could do was gasp for breath and giggle. Morgan kissed her over and over, chuckling deep in his chest.
"God that was great!" he panted, sliding over on the bed, tangling his legs with hers.
"Yes!" It was the only word she could force out between tortured breaths. "I'm not...in good enough...shape!" she gasped.
"We'll just work out more often," his lips brushed her cheek and down her neck.
"Can't now, I'm just too.... Whew!"
"Me too. I don't think we could top that right now anyway, and I hate disappointment."
"Silly," she swatted him with a pillow. "I need a shower and some breakfast," she grinned. "What are we having today?"
"I don't know," he answered. "I have absolutely no food in the house at all. Literally nothing, not even bottled water."
"Then we need to go to the store."
"Or we can go to Molly's for breakfast."
"They do breakfast? I thought they just did lunch and dinner."
"Only for special customers. She and her husband live at the back. She invited us yesterday, I just forgot to mention it to you. But we'll be late if we fool around anymore. Molly hates it when people are late."
"I don't imagine she's very nice about it, either."
"Molly? She's a peach, always a kind word for everyone. Never out of temper, that girl."
"We're talking about Molly? Your sister?"
He winked. "No, a fictitious Molly who is never bad tempered and always serene. Not my sister."
"What was she like as a child?"
He chuckled and his eyes took on a faraway look. "I was in kindergarten and Molly was in sixth. It was a rural area, so everyone from kindergarten through sixth went to the same school. So we were out on the playground at recess and this huge kid came up to me. So there's little, bitty Morgan, about the size of a preschooler and then there's this hulking brute who decided to pick on the smart, scrawny kid.
© 2020 Dellani Oakes

Tuesday, March 24, 2020

The Best Medicine by Dellani Oakes – Part 22


Morgan invites Tanya over to his place. He shows her a statue he bought.
"You didn't seduce anyone for that, did you?"
"Seduce? No! God, it was a guy! No, I just made him an offer he couldn't refuse, paid for my pearl of great price and brought it home. But it's been worth every penny I spent, just to see your expression. That's how everyone should look at it. It has to be admired." He grinned proudly.
"It's the saddest and most majestic thing I've ever seen," she whispered. "It reminds me of your song. He looks like he's lost all hope, but he still has his dignity, and he wears it around himself in tatters."
"I know exactly what you mean," he said softly. Taking her by the hand, he led her down the hall, showing her the office and guest bedrooms. "Now, the most important thing," he told her as he led her up the stairs. "Close your eyes."
The last three steps were awkward because her eyes were closed, but he insisted that she stand at the top of the stairs and turn half way around before she could open her eyes. He got her in position, told her not to peek and dashed across the floor. "Okay," he said triumphantly. "Open them!"
The room was like a jungle, surrounded by plants of all kinds. The outer wall and ceiling were tinted glass. Ferns and vines hung from the ceiling, creating a lattice work across the open space. Palm and Ficus trees ran the perimeter of the room. Plants she couldn't name, filled every corner. In the center of the room was a koi pond with a small waterfall made of real stone.
On the far side of the room, where Morgan stood, was the bed. It was king sized and round, covered in a puffy, white duvet. Colorful pillows littered the top of it, like a spectrum had fallen through his roof. He plopped down on it and it undulated.
"A round water bed?" She was shocked. That wasn't exactly his speed.
"Well, it was built into the house. I didn't want to wait for renovations, so I left it. It's a little weird, but hey, it's the most comfortable bed I've ever slept on. Not that I intend to sleep at the moment. Come try it out!" He rocked on the bed, making waves dance across the surface.
Grinning happily, Tanya flopped onto the bed and looked up through the ceiling. "What an incredible view! I never saw so many stars!"
"Do you really want to star gaze?" He leaned over, kissing her lingeringly. "The only thing prettier than the stars, is seeing them reflected in your eyes." He kissed her again. "So, you like the house?"
"The house is great," she sighed. "It's an amazing house! It's almost as amazing as you."
She grinned up and him, seeing desire growing in his eyes, matching her own. This time their kisses didn't stop, and they made love slowly, enjoying the wave motion of the water bed beneath them.
Tanya woke the next morning with Morgan cuddled up beside her. She gazed at the lightening sky and wondered how anyone could sleep past dawn in this room. Even though the glass was tinted, it was bright and getting lighter with every passing minute. The edges of the glass were bevel cut, something she had not noticed last night. Each edge acted like a prism and the combined spectra were breathtaking. She had never seen anything as awe inspiring as Morgan's bedroom at dawn.
Morgan yawned and stretched beside her, blinking against the glare. "Oh, I forgot," he said, reaching over to a small button on the night table by the bed.
One by one the panels turned opaque and shut out most of the morning light. He rolled over and cuddled up again with rainbow pillows all around him. Tanya watched him sleep, noticing the tiny laugh lines around his mouth and eyes. He looked so content, so happy.
Quietly, slowly, to minimize the waves, she got out of the bed and walked to the bathroom. Roughly the size of her kitchen, it was done all in black granite. The fixtures were burnished steel and ultra modern. The shower stall was huge and had jets on three sides, as well as at the top. The water at the sink came directly out of the wall in a smooth stream, falling into a shallow bowl that was carved out of the stone. There was also a raised tub with Jacuzzi jets and a separate stall for the commode.
Tanya stopped just inside the door. "Wow," was all she could say.
"Cool, isn't it?" Morgan had come up silently behind her, sliding his hands under her nightshirt. He kissed her neck and massaged her belly and down her thighs.
"Beautiful! You and your home are full of surprises," she told him, turning to face him.
"Sorry if the light woke you," he said. "I forgot to activate the opaque filters. I was a little preoccupied last night." He kissed her and nibbled on her earlobe.
"I liked seeing the sunrise," she told him honestly. "I don't see it very often."
"Come back to bed," he teased, tugging on her hips.
"In a minute," she blushed slightly. "I did come in the bathroom for a reason," she smiled at him. "I'll be right back."
"I'll warm the bed," he grinned and slipped back out, closing the door behind him.
Tanya found herself staring at the bathroom again and forced herself to stop goggling like a tourist and pee. That was, after all, why she had come in, in the first place. When she got back out to the bedroom, Morgan had put on some quiet music and started the fountain. It was lit from below and the shifting colored lights played along the ripples of the pool, casting rainbows around the room.
Tanya belly-flopped on the bed. Morgan crawled over, lying beside her on the duvet. He kissed her tenderly, his eyes open as he nibbled her lower lip. She could feel him firm against her thigh and rolled over to face him, pulling his face down to hers.
"I was thinking," he said softly. "What could we do differently? I like variety, how about you?"
"That's an interesting point," she said, her expression turning clinical. "We haven't made love on a trapeze yet."
© 2020 Dellani Oakes

Thursday, March 19, 2020

The Best Medicine by Dellani Oakes – Part 21


Davida is so happy with Morgan, for helping relieve Tanya's stress, she gives him a kiss.
Morgan stared at her, totally confused. "Wait. I did something right?"
"Oh, you precious man! She was killing herself in that dark, little room." She looked around to see if they were alone. Leaning over conspiratorially, she whispered in his ear. "So, did you make her scream?" She wiggled with anticipation.
Morgan fought a smile, but his lip quirked up into a half grin. "I beg your pardon, Dr. Davidson. Is that appropriate subject matter for two professionals to discuss?" His eyes glittered as he winked at her.
Davida glared at him, her eyes dangerous. "I know you didn't just say that to me."
Morgan's smile grew more secretive as he sipped his coffee, making her wait for his answer.
"Well?" She was going to hit him if he played her too much longer.
"Well, what?"
"You heard me. I don't stutter." Her stance was dangerous.
Morgan looked smugly at her over his coffee cup. "Why—yes." His lips pouted playfully.
Davida kissed him again and hugged him to her, nearly choking the life out of him. "I knew it, I knew it!" Without another word, she strutted out of the lounge and down to the elevator.
"That was one of the weirdest conversations I've ever had," he admitted to the empty room.

The rest of the shift went quietly. Morgan checked on his patients and Tanya depleted a stack of films, she strongly suspected had been left for her to handle. She'd discovered that the other residents, and some of the attendings, didn't actually like to work when on shift. They did as little as possible. Tanya's work ethic, ingrained since birth, made it impossible for her to do that. She worked hard her entire shift, getting more work done than any of the other doctors.
At the end of shift, Grace came down to get her. "Morgan's here asking about you. Ready?"
Tanya nodded as she clicked off the viewers.
"Grace, you aren't related to him too, are you? I'm beginning to think half the town is."
Grace chuckled. "Actually, I'm his aunt. His mother was my younger sister. Now scoot, or I'll put you back to work."
"Yes, Ma'am. I'm going!" She laughed all the way to the front door. Morgan was waiting for her and walked her out to her car.
"You're in a good mood."
"Aunt Grace and I had a talk," she smiled. "I don't suppose you and Melinda are cousins or something, are you?"
"No. Just good friends. We didn't even date, honest." He held up his hands as if surrendering.
They stopped by her car, kissing for several minutes. Tanya hoped he'd suggest another night together, but wasn't sure what to expect. It had been a long shift and he was probably tired.
"So," Morgan said casually. "Want to come over? You've never seen my home."
"I'd like that." She smiled happily, glad he knew what she wanted.
"I live over on Jupiter Lane," he said. "Follow me."
He made sure she was in her car before he walked to his and started out of the parking lot. He drove more slowly than usual, waiting patiently for her to catch up. It was no more than a fifteen minute drive, slightly closer than her house.
Where her house was old, staid and cozy, his was ultra modern and sleek. It reminded Tanya of a mine shaft with lots of metal and odd, acute angles. Over ninety percent of it was glass and she wondered what it cost to heat and cool the place.
Morgan opened an automatic garage door and gestured for her to pull in and park next to him. His garage could easily have held four cars, but half of it was taken up with boxes and crates. He hopped out of his car, closing the door with the remote and walked over to help her out of her car.
"You like it?" He gestured around them. "I just bought it a couple months ago. I'm still getting settled. I've got all that crap to put away, but I haven't had the initiative. Come in and see the place!"
The garage opened into the kitchen which was also ultra-modern. It had a slate tile floor and stainless steel appliances. There was a gas stove top on an island in the middle, with a grill next to it. It was set up for entertaining, with lots of counter tops for serving, as well as a wet bar and smaller island with stools around it. He looked expectantly at her.
"It's the best kitchen ever!"
"Isn't it? This is what sold me on the house. I told the agent the rest of the house could be a hovel and I'd still buy it. Of course, it isn't." He grabbed her hand, excitedly dragging her to the living room.
The floors throughout the house were the same slate tile. The living room was really more of a great room that swung easily into a dining area, TV area and office area.
The different sections were delineated by furniture groups and decorations. In the middle of the living room, there was an amazing bronze sculpture of a Native American warrior. He was gazing into the distance, his hair and clothing blowing in a stiff wind. The artist had used only the head and shoulders of his model, but he had captured the loneliness and sorrow of an entire race in the simple piece.
"That's magnificent! Where did you get such a thing? If you tell me you made it, I'm going to sit right down and cry."
"Me? No! I'm not that talented. I came across it in this little studio in New Orleans a number of years ago. They didn't want to part with it, but I persuaded them to."
© 2020 Dellani Oakes

Tuesday, March 17, 2020

The Best Medicine by Dellani Oakes – Part 20


Tanya has a slightly embarrassing conversation with the head nurse, Grace.
"Beneficial is one word for it," she grinned up at her friend. "I don't want to say much, because I was taught that was bad form."
"Give me a sliding scale then."
"A what?"
"You know, from one to ten. One being Ho Hum, to ten which is somewhere along the lines of Oh—God!" She gave special emphasis to each word, gasping between.
Tanya giggled, leaning closer to Melinda. "How about Oh, yes, yes, oh God! Oh, my God, yes, yes!?"
Melinda's eyes grew wider and rounder. "You kidding me?"
"Honest, I swear! That's all I'm going to say on the matter."
"Wow! I wish I'd known that. He seems like such a quiet guy."
"It's the quiet ones that really go," Morgan had popped up behind them.
Tanya wanted to melt into the floor. Melinda found several charts that suddenly needed to be filed. Tanya couldn't look Morgan in the eye, she was so embarrassed to have been caught discussing him.
"I'm so sorry," she muttered. "What you must think of me!" Her cheeks burned.
Morgan took her elbow gently and steered her into an empty waiting room. He pulled her around behind the door and took her in his arms, kissing her.
"What I think is, I was successful in getting you to relax and unwind. And I think that I'm very glad I put a smile on your face. I don't think I've ever rated higher than Gee, That Was Terrific, on the sliding scale though."
"Oh, God, you didn't hear that!"
He tapped his ear with one finger. "Exceptional hearing, remember? I've always had a penchant for listening at doorways and eavesdropping. Nasty habit, but it's amazing the tidbits you pick up."
They kissed for a few more minutes until her phone rang. It was Grace calling her. She answered her phone.
"Yes, Grace?"
"Your break ended two minutes ago, Tanya. Hop back down here, and let Morgan get back to work. Dinner's in an hour for you both."
It was impossible to ignore the summons. "Yes, Ma'am," she said politely and hung up. "I always feel like I'm talking to my Gran, when I talk to Grace," she said with a chuckle. "If we didn't say yes, ma'am, we'd get a rap on the knuckles."
"I'll see you at dinner," he said, brushing her hair out of her face. "You've got a smear," he told her, pointing to her lips.
"Oh, good grief!"
She grabbed a tissue and started rubbing around her lips, hoping to get it off. Morgan took the tissue, held it for her to lick, and then applied the damp tissue to the smears on her face.
"You're a mess," she pointed out when he'd finished, and applied the tissue to his face as well. "Now I have to go, or Grace is going to fuss at me." A quick kiss and she was gone.
Morgan watched her walk down the hall to the elevator, waving to her as the doors closed. She smiled and waved back. Sighing deeply, he took up one of his charts and wrote his post operative orders, then went to the doctor's lounge to put his feet up. He was happier than he could remember being in years. Tanya had been as good for him, as he had been for her.
It wasn't just the sex, although that was the best he'd ever had. It was her whole attitude. She was so optimistic and excited about every new experience. She hadn't even minded his quirky family, and all their oddities. She'd walked into the restaurant that first night, as if she owned it. They accepted her just as quickly as she had them.
Vanessa had never tried to fit in. She was always calling his family weird and made disparaging remarks about how close he was to Cullen. Vanessa hadn't respected him or anything he was and he was glad she was gone. Grinning widely, he poured himself some coffee. He was stirring it absently when Davida walked in.
He was so startled to see her, he nearly spilled. Standing awkwardly, he smiled and gestured for her to sit. She planted her feet wide, arms crossed over her ample chest. Her head was tilted at a challenging angle, her expression stony. She was taller than he was, in her heels, and he felt slightly intimidated by the majestic, dark skinned woman. The fact she was wearing multiple hoop earrings and startling turquoise eye shadow somehow added to her daunting effect.
"Hello, Dr. Davidson. What brings you up here?"
"I think you know very well what I'm here about. I called Tanya fifteen times this weekend and didn't get an answer. Then I talked to Grace last night, she said you'd called in and told her you were treating Tanya for stress. Does that mean what I think it means?" She tapped her foot impatiently, glaring down at him.
Feeling small and insignificant, Morgan set his coffee down. He wasn't going to let this woman intimidate him any longer. She had caught him by surprise, but he wasn't a man to back down from anyone.
"If you mean, did we spend the weekend together, yes. Any specifics, you'll have to ask her about."
Davida's eyes glittered happily and she grabbed Morgan tightly by the elbows. "For real? Oh, that's fantastic! You sweet, dear man, I could kiss you!" She planted a big kiss on each cheek.
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The Best Medicine by Dellani Oakes – Part 26

Talk turns to the subject of Morgan's ex, Vanessa. Kenny, who has been fairly quiet, speaks up. "She was one of the nastiest ...