Free Always With You: Part One by M. Leighton Page A

the doctor was sewing him up.  Her tone seemed cheerful and relieved, so I was cheerful and relieved.  I tried to leave right then, but Gavin had a couple of issues he wanted to discuss.  He said it’d take five minutes, but somehow five turned into thirty-five. I’m only minutes from the hospital—finally—but that doesn’t make me feel any better.
    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 en d .
    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