The Mafia's Babies by Kaycee Romano (howl and other poems txt) 📗

"Well, you were going to sweet-talk and empathize with me until you got your way so I decided not to waste our time." She smiled sweetly, too sweetly. She felt an unfamiliar ache in her heart. An ache she did not want to feel, because in the back of her mind she knew why she felt it. And she also knew she did not have the right to feel it.

He saw her as a catch. A sexually attractive woman. Just like the previous men. It was only right to see him the same way. That way, everybody got what they wanted and nobody got hurt. Life was simple that way. She had once lived with her heart on her sleeve and she and everyone close to her knew where that had got her.

"I will pick you up at seven." He stood up, placing his business card on the table. "Text me your address."

And he was out.

River suddenly felt like she had made a huge mistake.

This was not good.

The excitement at first. Not good.

The ache in the chest when his face changed as soon as he heard about the twins. Not good.

Deciding to just go with the flow even if it's for one night. That must top the list of pathetic things she had done in her life.

She didn't think she could even look in her own eyes right now. This really wasn't the Dr. River Johnson, she knew herself to be.

"Ugh!!" She groaned into her palm.

She had counted the number of days that man was in the hospital.

She had eaten in the garden – something that she rarely did – and took more frequent rounds especially in the corridors he frequented, only to catch glimpses of him. And that was when he looked pale and tired and like a typical patient.

But now, with him having regained his previous glory, she really didn't know how she was going to deal with everything or resist his charms. She always knew there were some sparks between them but she had thought it was just her imagination, but now he had approached her.

But it wasn't good. Because nothing good could ever come out of any of these feelings. That man was dangerous. She was supposed to stay far away from her. Her old habits to get attracted to danger was going to be the death of her. And this time, she had two four-year old to care for as well, two kids completely dependent on her.

"Maybe I should chicken out?" She asked out loud.

And then after an internal battle, she came to the conclusion. "Maybe I should chillax and get a chicken sandwich. And get this 'dinner' over with."

With that resolve, she pocketed her wallet and phone and put on her shoes which lay next to her feet. Running her fingers through her high ponytail, she walked out of her cabin, heading straight towards the cafeteria for the lunch.

Now that she had plans for the night, she needed to quickly finish her rounds so that she could go to her mother's house to spend some time with the twins. They were going camping with their grandmother in the evening and would only be back next week so she really wanted to have some quality mommy-babies time with them before they left. Also, she had promised her grandmother that she would drive her to her old friend Nancy's house while the rest of the family were away.

Everyone were having fun. It was only her who was working and got herself in such a stressful situation to top it all.