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"Chop-chop, on your knees."
I was trying to play her, but she rocked my fucking world with her lips alone.
We walked out of my office thirty minutes later, and Rita looked like she was walking on clouds.
“Why are you smiling like the cat who got into the milk bucket, love?”
“Because I won.”
Like hell she did.
“I had you on your knees.”
“Don’t pretend you were not about to cry, Sullivan! You almost broke the chair with your shaking.” Ok, she won. “Do you think we’re bad parents for ditching our daughter to have sex?”
I never did that before. After Chelsea was born, her mother and I had drifted even further apart. Avery never felt like her body recovered from the c-section and put all the blame on the baby. That was a deal-breaker for me. A woman who did that to a child - my child - could never make me want her. She never did again.
I was crushed when Avery left, I truly was. I felt like I lost everything I’d ever wanted - a picture-perfect family - she stripped me of that and left Chelsea behind. I was a man who worked eighty hours a week. I had no schedule, no days off. I was scared that I’d fail as a father because I sure couldn’t fail as a doctor - if I did that, people died.
Rita gave me something. Not the family, because what was happening here was far from perfect. She gave me perspective. Avery was never completely mine; she belonged only to herself. And I was better off without her.
“What’s with the long face, papi?"
"Nothing, I'm just thinking about my surgery later. I'm sorry, but I only have twenty more minutes until I need to get up and start prepping."
"That's fine, I have to go back home to start dinner and paint a red wall in the hall anyway."
Simple words, and they went straight to my heart, but...
"Red wall?"
"What? You don't think a splash of color would be good for that boring hallway?"
"I mean...you could buy some flowers, hang a picture. A wall seems, umm, extreme."
"Fine, we'll talk about it."
I walked her to the long halls and into the elevator, and as soon as I punched the button for the ground floor, she was on me, arms chained around my neck.
"Rita, you're...but we can't do that in an elevator. Chief might like me, but let's not push it."
"I just want to kiss you."
"Can you swing by the hospital every day?"
She laughed, and when the elevator opened, we started walking again, but we had full body contact. I knew I was breaking some kind of PDA protocol right then, but if Zach could do it so could I.
Why was I following his example? I was supposed to be the one who kept him in check, not the other way around.
"You don't need to make dinner, love."
"Why, you're still scared to try my spicy food?"
"No, Rita, I just mean you don't have or need to do it. You're not a housewife, not that type anyway. I'd rather have you spend the time painting, pursue a hobby, find something you want to do outside the house, shit, spend all my money shopping. Whatever makes you happy."
She stopped walking and stopped me too by tugging my hand.
"Love?"
