Free Life's Perfect Plan (The Life Series) by Sarah Goodman Page A

one that I have been searching for the last twelve years.
    “This is Dr. Weller. He is a great associate of mine and I think he will handle your multiple pregnancy better than I would. He’s been delivering babies for as long as I have lived.” She just stares at the business card. Shit say something … anything . After what seems like minutes, I ask her. “Elizabeth, are you OK?”
    She looks up to me with those gorgeous green eyes of her, and the tears are just pooling in her eyes . FUCK!! “I don’t understand? Why do I need to see a different doctor? Do you think something is wrong with my babies? I want you to be my doctor. Ella says you’re the best and I trust her with everything I have, including my babies, which is all I have now. Why?”
    She pulls more tissues out of the box. Dammit, this is not how I imagined things would go. “Elizabeth, first off there is nothing wrong with your babies. I just assumed you would want a more experienced doctor. Don’t get me wrong I’ve done my share of multiple and high risk pregnancies … I just thought … shit … what I want to say is not coming out right.” Looking at her is breaking my heart. I just want her to smile; I want that glow to return that she had when she was sleeping. I want to take all this pain from her.
    “I don’t understand?” She says quietly and giving me a perplexed look.
    I can’t say what I want to say. It will scare the shit out of her. I will be the biggest ass if I say what is on my mind. Again, I am chicken shit and take the easy way out. “Elizabeth, I just wanted to give you an option in case you felt I wasn’t the doctor you needed or wanted. Nevertheless, I want you to know that I am here for you no matter what.” I walk around my desk and squat next to the chair she is sitting in. I take the tissues out of her hand and lay them on the floor. I grab both of her hands and hold them in my palms. “I was around a lot when you were in the hospital. Ella told me a lot about you, I feel like I know you, but then I look at you and I feel I know nothing about you. But I just feel … any friend of Ella’s is a friend of mine.” I hand her my business card and grab a pen off my desk. I write my cell number on the back of the card. “Here is my number in case you need something and can’t reach me after hours. I want you to understand that I am here for you, pregnancy related or not. Just don’t call me if you have a plumbing question, which is something to leave to the professionals.” There it is! She smiles at my ridiculous joke. Her green eyes sparkle as she looks at me. I pat her knee as I stand up.
    Taking my card she places it in her purse. She stands up and puts her hand out for me to shake. “Thanks Dr. Alexander, for all this.” As she holds up the folder and papers. “If you don’t mind I would like to remain as your patient.”
    Letting go of her hand I tell her that I don’t mind at all. I walk her to the reception area and tell her I will see her in two weeks. Before I go on to the next patient, I walk back to my office. It smells of her sweet pea scent. I pull out a bottle of Jack and take a few gulps. My nerves are still not calm, and I’m not sure if they ever will be having Elizabeth in my life now. Then I take a swig of water, from the bottle on my desk. As, I stand up to pull a piece of gum from my pocket, I watch from my office window. I watch her walk to her hot, red Camaro. I see that she is still crying, she has the phone to her ear. She throws her bag in, and steps into her car smoothly with ease. Within a few seconds she is gone from the parking lot. I leave my office, counting down the days until I see her again.

 
     
    It’s hard to believe that December has arrived. The year has flown by; the year that started off so magical, and has ended with heartache, despair, and anxiety. I’m finally out of my first trimester. It’s a week before Christmas. Do you think I have done any decorating for