Page 53 of Wedding Plans

Chapter Thirteen

The following morning, Sienna stirred and stretched in bed, rested and relaxed. A few images from last night’s activities popped into her mind and she smiled. If it wasn’t for Dalia who would soon barge into her room demanding breakfast, Sienna would laze here for hours remembering Tyler’s tender passion as he’d explored her body and helped her discover his.

At first, he’d hesitated to touch her, reminding her she was still recovering.

“Babe, we really shouldn’t. I mean not yet, but—”

“Can’t you forget you’re a doctor just for a minute? Be a man, just a hot man.”

Boy, he could be a very hot man, even if he’d avoided vigorous moves that could’ve hurt her. Afterwards, he’d gathered her into his arms, and she’d slept.

Where was he now? He wouldn’t have left for his new apartment without her. She’d mentioned she wanted to see his new place, although she would be content to sleep in his arms every night.

Her daughter’s voice reached her, mingled with giggling and male laughter. Apparently, Dalia was having a good time with her new friend. Sienna slid out of bed, and stopped short, gasping at her nudity, compliments of her amazing lover.

With a soft chuckle, she slipped on underclothes and a comfortable sweatsuit, then pulled her hair into a ponytail, and opened her door, ready to take care of Dalia, who obviously was already being well taken care of.

“Morning, Mommy. Doc and I cooked French toasts. Delicious. Come and sit. You must eat to get better.” So ordered the mature little girl.

“Morning, Sienna. Did you sleep well?” Tyler came to her with a smug smile and wrapped his arms around her.

“Careful,” she whispered, tossing a glance at her daughter.

Ignoring her protest, he kissed her on the lips and the cheeks.

“Dalia doesn’t mind. She gave me a big hug this morning and told me something very nice.” He released her and turned her toward her daughter. “Dalia, tell Mommy your secret wish for Christmas.”

“I can’t. It’s a secret.”

“I won’t tell anyone,” Sienna promised.

“Okay. I asked Santa to keep Doc with us every day. I like to see him in the morning. We laugh together, and he makes good breakfast.”

Pleased with himself, Tyler chuckled. “You see, Dalia wants me here. How about you Sienna? I can help you sleep well.”

Her cheeks warmed. “She’s only three, but you’d better watch what you say.”

“You haven’t answered me yet. Did you sleep well? I mean, you’re not too tired?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“Yes, I slept great.”

“That’s all I wanted to hear. They don’t predict snow for today. We can go to my apartment after breakfast.” He uncovered a pan with hot French toast and moved the butter and honey in front of her.

The delicious smell invaded her nostrils. “This looks so good.” She helped herself and appreciated his hidden talent. “Where did you learn to cook so well?”

He laughed. “I owe it to my sister. Every time our mother asked her to help with the cooking Audrey grumbled. ‘Why me? Tell the boys to do it.’”

“Don’t tell me you obeyed her?”

“Mom insisted Tim and I should respect our older sister. She was an assertive pest since a young age.” He chuckled at his fond memories. “It served her well in her career. She’s a successful journalist now and works for a TV station.”

“I wished I had a loving family.”

“I’m sure your parents love you. They just don’t agree with you.”

“I thought you were a cardiologist, not a psychiatrist.”

In a decidedly good mood today, he burst out laughing. “Did I forget to tell you that I almost chose psychiatry as a specialty? I did three rotations.”

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