Let Me Love You Again
Chapter 66

Brad

A month before

I wandered the halls of the hospital. I was in the ER area because I got a call about an oncology patient being brought into the ward.

The woman was sitting in a wheelchair and as soon as I got there, she started to compliment me and make me laugh. I pushed the chair towards the elevator and entered, then pressed the floor number I needed.

As the doors closed she heard someone shouting and then a figure who seemed to be known to run in front of the elevator but for before I could look better the doors closed.

I shook my head and I stood there while the woman kept talking and talking and talking. My cell phone rang in my pocket and I took it. It was a message from Sheila.

Is female.

he simply said. I miss a heartbeat and smile cheerfully, feeling that my day had finally improved.

Three weeks before

I pushed in the blonde again, holding her still folded on the table, before coming inside the condom with a grunt. The girl sighed when she came out of her, I couldn’t even remember her name. All I knew was that she made my eyes twitch a couple of times and it didn’t take me long to drag her into the nursing room and slam her on the table. Not that she had complained, on the contrary. She had been more than happy when she had taken my c**k in her mouth just before.

I put my pants back on and left a k**s on her head. I was a gentleman at the end, even though I had obviously used her.

“My break isn’t over yet, I’m going out for a smoke,” I said before I left.

The girl said nothing, so I went out immediately. I put a cigarette between my lips and went down to the parking lot of the entrance. Once outside I bumped into a guy with sunglasses and watched him relatively as I continued on my way.

Behind a car, I saw Marta. We had f****d a few weeks before and I had to admit that she was not bad. We could easily f**k more than once. She didn’t expect anything and I was more than okay with it this way.

I needed to take the edge off. In recent times, Sheila had become almost unbearable, and I understood that it was the hormones talking, but the last sentences she had launched in recent days I did not like.

Sheila didn’t want to be responsible. She didn’t want this child, she didn’t care. She didn’t have an abortion just because she realized too late that she was pregnant and that thought made me tremble with fear.

It would have been time to talk to my lawyer in the case, once she had given birth, she hadn’t changed her mind.

I leaned on the car, in front of Marta, while I was sucking smoke from the cigarette.

“Did you have fun?” she asked.

I blew the smoke away and looked at her frowning, “What do you mean?”

“I saw you running into the back room with Guenda,” she said

“Are you jealous?”

“No, but next time you can call me,” she winked. She winked at me and passed her tongue over her lips before sucking out her cigarette again.

I laughed and looked up at the entrance to the hospital, taking my cigarette to my lips, and there I saw her.

My body froze and I think my heart stopped.

Maya came out of the entrance, the rays of the sun illuminated her in all her beauty. Maya rushed into the arms of a man and jumped on him, surrounding his pelvis with her legs and neck with her arms before kissing him.

I watched them make love to each other.

After a few minutes, the man put her back on the ground and surrounded her shoulders with one arm. I looked at him better. The man had sunglasses, his black hair was ruffled and his lips reddened. He had a mocking smile on his lips while talking to Maya.

They came close to the car and broke off. The boy looked up and met mine. I looked over at Maya getting into the car and then I looked the other way, taking him back to the girl in front of me.

After a few minutes, I heard only the noise of the car being set in motion and then moving away.

*****

It had been an hour and I couldn’t get past the meeting I had had.

Now that I thought about it, Maya told me that she was from Philadelphia. Why didn’t I think about it before? Why didn’t I think about the fact that she would most likely go back to her hometown?

That meeting gave me new hope. Maybe I could make amends, maybe I could recover what I had lost.

It was my right, wasn’t it? I didn’t want Maya, although in my life I never imagined anyone else next to me, but maybe I could recover my son or daughter. I didn’t even know his name. Who he looked like.

I went into the elevator to go to the analysis department and pulled the phone out of my pocket. Thanks to some friends, I was able to get Maya’s cell phone. She seemed like she had a lot of people running after her, but everyone said she was happily engaged and she didn’t listen to anyone.

I didn’t care for it.

I wrote her a message.

I’m in Philadelphia and I’d like to see you again and talk.

-Brad

I closed my phone and put it back in my pocket, waiting for the answer as I left the elevator.

I went back to my work, trying to focus better but curiosity got the better of me. I found myself checking my phone every ten minutes, hoping to replace Maya’s answer, and each time I found myself disappointed.

Maybe I should have waited.

Maya would have answered for sure.

The rest of the day went on completely anxious, and when I pulled off, I immediately took my cell phone, hoping for the answer that had never arrived. It was night, and I’m sure he should have seen the phone and read my text.

I was going to write another one when the phone rang and Sheila’s name appeared. Without thinking twice, I immediately answered.

“Hey,” I said softly.

“I have another visit next week,” Sheila said immediately.

I frowned, “Is there a problem? Why so soon?” I asked, alarmed.

“I don’t know, the gynecologist wants to see me, I think it has something to do with the tests,” he sighed.

“What day?”

“Wednesday”

“OK I’ll be there”

I heard her sigh, “You don’t need to come?”

“I don’t care, I’ll be there anyway.”

“All right, so we can talk about something,” she said seriously.

“What is it?”

“I don’t want to talk about it on the phone, Brad.”

“But I do!” I snapped as I left the hospital.

“Don’t yell at me!” she immediately said, “I won’t talk about it over the phone!” then hung up.

I almost didn’t scream in frustration as I walked toward my car.