Page 33 of Pieces of Us

Kaylee touched her nose.

“Simon says touch your eyes.”

She touched her eyes.

“Raise your arms.”

She raised her arms, and I tickled her as she erupted in a fit of giggles.

“Simon didn’t say it.”

Her mother sat off to the side smiling while shaking her head. Kera Moring was the celebrity wife of the infamous Kamil “K Millz” Moring. It wasn’t often that I got celebrity clients, but I’d been caring for their children since their twins were newborns. Kaylee was their latest addition, and she was the cutest thing.

“Everything looks good, Mom. Her arm has healed nicely, and it doesn’t seem as if there are any complaints of pain, so she’s good to go.”

“Thank you so much. I swear if I didn’t love her father, I’d kill him. He lets our children do whatever they want when mommy’s away.”

I chuckled. “I’m going to act like I didn’t hear that.”

She smiled. “Please do. Besides, isn’t there like a confidentiality clause you have to abide by?”

“It stays off the record, Mrs. Moring.”

“Then you’re alright with me.” She winked and I laughed.

“I’ll see you all in two months.”

“Thanks. Say bye to Doctor Newson, Kaylee.”

“Bye, Doctor Newsome! Simon says open the door!”

I chuckled and pinched her cheek. “Bye, Doctor Kaylee.”

I opened the door and walked out. My pager went off, alerting me that I had another patient to tend to. I was glad my office closed early on the weekends. I was bone tired after turning up with Loon’s ass last night to celebrate my divorce.

I didn’t intend to stay out so late, but Loon ended up calling Ruger, who then called his brother and their entire biker crew showed up. Needless to say, we partied. I crashed around 1:00 a.m., woke back up around five thirty to sober up, then made it to my practice by 7:00 a.m.

I was still tired, but I was happy we were closing in another two hours.

I looked at the room number on my pager and headed to room six. Picking up the chart outside the door, I saw this was a new patient. I quickly read over it before putting on my mask and entering the room.

“Good morning, Ms. Megan. I’m Doctor New—”

My words cut, feet halted, and heart stilled. When she lifted her head to look at me, she shot to her feet, and I could tell her heart stilled as well. She looked scared, confused, and sad. For a long moment, we both said nothing. Our eyes were the only things conveying everything we wanted to say out loud.

I couldn’t believe this. After countless dreams, endless days, and nights of searching, Morgan Prescott was sitting in my practice with a teenager who looked all too familiar.

Chelsea said she had a three year old. This girl is thirteen, not three!

I didn’t expect her to have a kid…well,kidswith anyone other than me.

“Oh my God,” she voiced. “Nehemiah…It—How are you?” she asked.

I shook from my thoughts, finally able to acknowledge the love of my life.

“I’ve been decent. What about you?”

“I’ve been well.”

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