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Authors: Kate Allenton
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already be here yelling and scaring the nurses,” she said as she smiled.
The door burst opened. Mike stormed in and froze halfway through the door when he saw the good doc. His sudden stop made the people behind him bounce off his back. Emma hit him on the arm as she sidestepped her way past their brother. Abby’s lips tilted up in the corners. The scowl on her brother’s face should have been enough to scare the petite doctor, but it didn’t. Emma, Jake, Claire, Butch, and John pushed passed Mike, bumping his shoulder as they passed to enter into her now too-small hospital room. Her eyes got big, and her jaw dropped when she saw her son.
“Shit,” she muttered under her breath. Her gaze went from Sam to John and back again.
People were asking her questions, but her world narrowed to the two men that had consumed her life. Sam was now standing in front of his chair and had his gaze glued on their son. She watched in panic as they stared at each other. There was no denying the similarities between them. The room turned silent when everyone else turned to see what held her enthralled.
Abby cleared her dry throat. “Sam, I’d like you to meet John…our son.” His eyes went from John’s to hers, and Sam stepped closer. John held up his hand to stop his advance.
“Don’t be confused, old man. I don’t care who you are; you’re nothing but a sperm donor to me, but let me warn you now. I want you to leave my mom alone. You’ve been in town for less then seventy-two hours and look where she is.” He pointed to the hospital bed then clenched his fist. His face turned red as anger threatened to overtake him. She’d only seen her son like this once, over a girl, and she knew the outcome. Before any words could pass her lips, John advanced on Sam. Butch stepped between the two before John could come to blows and placed his hand on John’s chest.
“Jonathan Mitchell, he can explain. And I taught you better manners than that, young man,” she scolded from her bed. Unable to get up, she felt helpless in diffusing their first encounter. Her shoulders tightened as her hands clenched the sheet.
“This is all my fault,” she whispered.
Butch turned to face John. “Look, man, she doesn’t need this right now. Look around you.” He waved to encompass the whole room. “Dude, think about your mom. She’s hurt and doesn’t need this on top of everything else.”
John turned back to his mother, ignoring the older man. “I’m sorry, Mom.” He stepped to her bed and kissed her head. She grabbed his hand and pulled him close. This wasn’t going to be a quick fix. She leaned her head against his. “He’s got a good reason, kid. Give him a chance.”
John clenched his eyes closed and released a breath. “If you believe him, I’ll try.” That was the best response he could have given her. “When are they letting you out?”
Dr. Lister took that moment to diffuse the tension in the room. “In a few minutes, after I file a copy of her discharge paperwork.” Dr. Lister held out the carbon copy of it in her hand. Sam took the paperwork from Dr. Lister who smirked at Mike, and sauntered out of the room with Mike hot on her heels.
John advanced on Sam and held out his hand. “I’ll take those.”
“I’ve got them, Junior.” He folded and pocketed the papers.
John’s jaw twitched, and Abby could see him grinding his teeth. He dropped his hand to his side. “You won’t be here to take care of her. I will. Now hand them over.” He bowed his chest, and narrowed his eyes. Abby silently wondered if John would come to blows with his father.
“So much for trying.” Abby shook her head and rested it on the pillow.
“Kid…I’m not going anywhere.” Sam crossed his arms over his chest as he gauged the faces in the room.
Abby felt that emotions were all over the place. Butch stood in an identical poise, as did most of the others. The tension made the hair on the back of her neck stand on ends.
The door burst opened. Mike stormed in and froze halfway through the door when he saw the good doc. His sudden stop made the people behind him bounce off his back. Emma hit him on the arm as she sidestepped her way past their brother. Abby’s lips tilted up in the corners. The scowl on her brother’s face should have been enough to scare the petite doctor, but it didn’t. Emma, Jake, Claire, Butch, and John pushed passed Mike, bumping his shoulder as they passed to enter into her now too-small hospital room. Her eyes got big, and her jaw dropped when she saw her son.
“Shit,” she muttered under her breath. Her gaze went from Sam to John and back again.
People were asking her questions, but her world narrowed to the two men that had consumed her life. Sam was now standing in front of his chair and had his gaze glued on their son. She watched in panic as they stared at each other. There was no denying the similarities between them. The room turned silent when everyone else turned to see what held her enthralled.
Abby cleared her dry throat. “Sam, I’d like you to meet John…our son.” His eyes went from John’s to hers, and Sam stepped closer. John held up his hand to stop his advance.
“Don’t be confused, old man. I don’t care who you are; you’re nothing but a sperm donor to me, but let me warn you now. I want you to leave my mom alone. You’ve been in town for less then seventy-two hours and look where she is.” He pointed to the hospital bed then clenched his fist. His face turned red as anger threatened to overtake him. She’d only seen her son like this once, over a girl, and she knew the outcome. Before any words could pass her lips, John advanced on Sam. Butch stepped between the two before John could come to blows and placed his hand on John’s chest.
“Jonathan Mitchell, he can explain. And I taught you better manners than that, young man,” she scolded from her bed. Unable to get up, she felt helpless in diffusing their first encounter. Her shoulders tightened as her hands clenched the sheet.
“This is all my fault,” she whispered.
Butch turned to face John. “Look, man, she doesn’t need this right now. Look around you.” He waved to encompass the whole room. “Dude, think about your mom. She’s hurt and doesn’t need this on top of everything else.”
John turned back to his mother, ignoring the older man. “I’m sorry, Mom.” He stepped to her bed and kissed her head. She grabbed his hand and pulled him close. This wasn’t going to be a quick fix. She leaned her head against his. “He’s got a good reason, kid. Give him a chance.”
John clenched his eyes closed and released a breath. “If you believe him, I’ll try.” That was the best response he could have given her. “When are they letting you out?”
Dr. Lister took that moment to diffuse the tension in the room. “In a few minutes, after I file a copy of her discharge paperwork.” Dr. Lister held out the carbon copy of it in her hand. Sam took the paperwork from Dr. Lister who smirked at Mike, and sauntered out of the room with Mike hot on her heels.
John advanced on Sam and held out his hand. “I’ll take those.”
“I’ve got them, Junior.” He folded and pocketed the papers.
John’s jaw twitched, and Abby could see him grinding his teeth. He dropped his hand to his side. “You won’t be here to take care of her. I will. Now hand them over.” He bowed his chest, and narrowed his eyes. Abby silently wondered if John would come to blows with his father.
“So much for trying.” Abby shook her head and rested it on the pillow.
“Kid…I’m not going anywhere.” Sam crossed his arms over his chest as he gauged the faces in the room.
Abby felt that emotions were all over the place. Butch stood in an identical poise, as did most of the others. The tension made the hair on the back of her neck stand on ends.
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