Chapter 15: Mia Drama

In Baby's dimly lit office, the scent of antiseptic hung in the air, creating a nervous tension between us. I perched on the edge of the examination table, my heart racing in anticipation as he approached, his stethoscope casually draped around his neck.

"Alright, time for a listen." Baby's voice was calm and professional. He lifted the cool metal diaphragm of the stethoscope, placing it gently on my chest, just above my heart.

A shiver ran through my body as the chilly metal made contact with my skin. I could hear the steady rhythm of my heartbeat echoing in my ears, while Baby's brow furrowed in concentration as he listened intently.

After a moment, he removed the stethoscope and looked at me, his expression devoid of immediate concerns. "Your heartbeat sounds normal, steady. There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with your heart," he stated matter-of-factly.

"But, Baby, I don't feel well," I purred

His eyes narrowed slightly, annoyance flickering across his face. "What are you playing at?" he asked, a touch of exasperation coloring his voice.

A sly smile played at the corners of my lips as I leaned forward, purposely revealing some cleavage, and reached out, placing my hand gently on his. "Well, maybe I came to see you, Doctor," I teased. "I missed you. Isn't it obvious?"

His face softened briefly, his hand twitching under mine, before he quickly withdrew, returning to his professional demeanor. "You've already seen me at home," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of reproach.

I tilted my head, meeting his gaze with playful defiance in my eyes. "But I still missed you," I whispered. The tension between us hung thick in the air, the unspoken desires palpable.

Conflicting emotions danced in his eyes as he wavered between professional responsibility and personal longing. "It's unprofessional, and you know it," he murmured, his words laced with restraint and desire.

And then, in a moment that defied his own words, he leaned in, his lips dangerously close to mine. Anticipation crackled in the air, time slowing down as the barriers that kept us apart threatened to dissolve.

But before our lips could meet, he abruptly pulled away, a mix of regret and determination etched on his face. "We can't," he said firmly, regret weighing down his voice. "This is an office, and it's not appropriate."

Silence enveloped the room, heavy with unfulfilled longing and unspoken words. The space between us, once filled with promise, now held the weight of the unattainable. As I sat there, my heart aching yet understanding, I couldn't help but wonder if our paths would ever align beyond the confines of this sterile office.

After a moment of silence, I looked into my husband's eyes and spoke up. "Baby, it's not just because I missed you," I confessed. "I saw Mia get into your car, and it got me wondering. That's why I came to the hospital, to find out what was going on."

Amusement sparkled in Baby's eyes as he listened to my explanation. His lips curled into a mischievous smile, and before long, he burst into laughter, his chuckles filling the room. "Oh, you're too much," he teased in-between laughter.

I playfully smacked his arm, pretending to be annoyed. "Stop laughing at me," I mock-scolded, unable to keep the smile from spreading across my face.

Once his laughter subsided, I asked, "So, tell me, how did Mia end up working in this hospital? And please assure me that your relationship with her is strictly professional."

Baby leaned against his desk, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Well, Mia actually started working here about a year ago," he began. "She had just finished her nursing degree and was looking for a job. I knew her through a mutual friend and recommended her to the hospital."

He explained how Mia's passion for patient care and her exceptional skills had impressed the hospital administration, leading to her employment as a receptionist. He emphasized that their relationship was purely professional.

Satisfied with his response, I nodded, a sense of relief washing over me. "Thank you for telling me. I trust you, Baby."

He reached out, gently pecking me on the forehead. "I'm glad you do, love," he replied, his lips warm against my skin.

As I turned to leave, I glanced back at him. "I should get going now. Apologize to Mia for me, will you? I was a bit harsh with her earlier," I murmured, a tinge of remorse in my voice.

Baby nodded. "I'll talk to her and make sure everything is okay. Take care, and remember, I love you."

With a small smile, I walked out of his office, feeling reassured and ready to make amends. The hallway stretched before me, its sterile walls offering a sense of calm as I headed toward Mia's station, ready to mend any misunderstandings that had arisen.