The Surgeon: A Curvy Girl MC Romance
The Surgeon: Chapter 9

‘Samara,’ I whisper, brushing strands of hair away from her face. ‘Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.’

‘No,’ she whines, her bottom lip poking out. ‘It’s too early, Tate. Make rounds at a normal person hour for once.’

I chuckle, running my fingertips down the side of her face. ‘Scout’s already awake, angel.’

She cracks one sleepy eye open, her expression rife with suspicion. ‘Are you just saying that to get me out of bed?’

‘Is it working?’ I fight a smile.

‘Maybe.’

‘See for yourself.’ I lean to the left, allowing her to see the crib.

Scout’s strapped into her bouncy seat inside, her wide, solemn eyes locked on Samara through the slats of the crib. Ever since we stopped the sedation drugs two days after her surgery, she spends her time watching the world in abject fascination. Samara is her favorite subject of study. Whenever she’s near, Scout’s eyes are locked on her.

‘Hi, baby,’ Samara croons, instantly coming alive. She sits upright, her face lighting up with happiness. She rises to her feet, stretching her arms over her head. Her shirt lifts, showing a flash of her sun-kissed skin.

My dick throbs, demanding attention we both know he isn’t getting. Not today. It’s been a little over four weeks since Scout’s surgery. There have been highs and lows, good days, and days that worried the fuck out of me. There were days where Samara wouldn’t leave her bedside for even a second, too afraid something would happen if she stepped away. Hell, there were days I didn’t leave her bedside, worried as fuck something would happen if I did. But Scout…well, nothing stops Scout. She was born with a warrior’s spirit as fierce as her mom’s and a heart as pure as her aunt’s.

She’s the strongest little girl I’ve ever met. I’m so in love with her. My brothers give me all kinds of grief about it. I don’t care. Let them. I held this baby’s heart in my hands, painstakingly stitching her back together. You’re damn right I’m wrapped around her finger. I’d go to war for her, just like I would her aunt.

After four weeks, we’re finally going home. I can’t wait to get my girls to Silver Spoon Falls. I can’t wait to see Scout grow and thrive outside of the hospital. I can’t wait to fall asleep with Samara in my arms, our girl right down the hall. There are a million things I can’t wait to experience with these two. Mostly though, I can’t wait to have them under my roof, where I can keep an eye on them. Samara won’t let me stay overnight at the hospital with them unless I’m off duty, so the last four weeks have come with far too many sleepless nights.

I miss the hell out of my girls when they’re here and I’m not. They belong with me.

‘Good morning, my sweet, sweet girl,’ Samara croons to Scout, padding toward the crib. She lowers the side rail and then unlatches the straps keeping Scout in her seat.

Scout kicks her tiny feet, cooing softly.

Samara gently lifts her out of the seat and into her arms, cradling her close. Her nose skims along Scout’s crown as she inhales deeply, pulling that fresh baby scent into her lungs. She says she loves the way Scout smells because, no matter what she’s going through or how many wires or bandages she has, she always smells like a baby.

She’s wire-free now. Her bandages are gone too. Scout has blossomed over the last couple of weeks, shedding monitoring equipment piece by piece. We kept her a little longer than strictly necessary to make sure there weren’t going to be more setbacks or complications, but she’s finally out of the woods.

She’s growing before our eyes. Already, she’s a whole new baby, rosy-cheeked and filling out. Her tiny legs have rolls now that she’s feeding from a bottle instead of the NG tube that ran down her nose. She got rid of it for good two weeks ago.

‘Are you hungry?’

‘I fed her, angel,’ I murmur, stepping up behind Samara and wrapping my arm around her waist. I press a kiss to her shoulder and then her temple, loving the way she melts against me, allowing me to hold them. ‘We wanted to let you sleep for a little while.’

She hasn’t gotten much of that lately. No one ever does in a hospital.

Jules came and stayed with Scout twice to give us a break. The first night, neither of us slept a wink. Samara cried most of the night. It broke my heart. I know she needed it though, so I held her through it and let her cry herself out. When she finished, we just held each other until the sun came up. The second night, we made love most of the night. I took her again and again, until she was too exhausted to move.

Jules knew exactly what we’d been up to the next morning when Samara walked around Scout’s room like she’d been horseback riding. Her adorable blush every time she looked at me kept me from feeling like a complete asshole. So long as she’s happy, I’m happy.

‘Do you want breakfast?’ I ask Samara.

‘Mm, maybe just coffee,’ she says with a sweet sigh of contentment. ‘Oh, and a muffin.’ She laughs quietly. ‘And a banana.’

‘I’ll give you my banana tonight.’

‘Tate,’ she groans. ‘Not in front of Scout!’

‘Are you saying you don’t want it?’

‘Well, no,’ she says, looking at me over her shoulder like I’m crazy.

I shake my head, chuckling. ‘Didn’t think so.’ I press my lips to her forehead. ‘Why don’t you get dressed and start packing up? I’ll go get your breakfast, and then work on getting Scout released from this joint.’

‘Okay,’ she agrees, her eyes bright with happiness. Her gaze drifts from me to Scout. ‘What do you think, little one? Are you ready to go home?’

Scout coos again.

‘Jesus Christ,’ Cash mutters, glaring at the loaded wagon I wheel toward him. He rakes a hand down his jaw, looking mildly sick. ‘Do babies really need all this shit?’

‘Yep,’ I lie. ‘And you’re having two.’

Fifth snorts behind him but doesn’t call me on my bullshit. Samara doesn’t know they’re here yet. It’s a surprise. They all came to give Scout a proper escort home.

‘It’s a good thing you’re rich, brother,’ Giant says, slapping my pale best friend on the back before taking the wagon from me. ‘You want this shit in your cage, Hands?’ He jerks his chin toward my SUV, indicating what he means.

‘Yeah, thanks.’ Though where he intends to fit it, I don’t know. Between my mom and sister, Troian, Gloria, Jules, and the nurses here, the cargo hold of my SUV overflows with everything Scout amassed during her stay here. And that’s after we donated everything we couldn’t use.

I’m pretty sure my brothers are responsible for their fair share of the stuff we’re taking home with us…like the baby sized cut and pint-sized helmet. I’m not even sure where they found one small enough to fit Scout’s tiny head. They’ll never admit it, but I think they’re all wrapped around Scout’s fingers. They’re warriors at their core. Nothing riles their protective instincts more than an injured woman or child.

God knows, Scout and Samara riled mine. Falling for them was inevitable. Now, I get to spend the rest of my life loving them.

‘I’m going to get my girls,’ I tell Cash.

‘We’ll be ready, brother,’ he promises before sticking two fingers in his mouth and blasting a sharp whistle across the parking lot. ‘Giant, get that shit loaded. Everyone else, get ready to roll out!’

I leave them scrambling and jog back inside to get Scout and Samara. It takes five minutes to get back to Scout’s room.

I replace Samara standing at the window, staring out at the city. Scout’s asleep in her carseat, a blanket tucked around her.

‘Are you ready to go, baby?’

Samara turns to face me, a sweet smile lighting her up. ‘So ready,’ she whispers.

I hook my arm under Scout’s seat, lifting it gently from the floor, and hold my other hand out to Samara. ‘Then let’s get out of here.’

She crosses the room to me, her wide hips swaying. Instead of taking my hand, she rises up to her tiptoes, placing her lips against my jaw. ‘Thank you,’ she whispers sweetly.

‘For what?’

‘For being the best thing that ever happened to me,’ she says. ‘For being permanent.’ She tips her head down toward Scout, tears shimmering in her lashes. ‘For keeping your promise.’

‘Fuck,’ I breathe, my chest pulsing with emotion. ‘I love you, angel.’

She smiles at me again, bright enough to rival the sun. ‘I know.’

‘Tate,’ Samara gasps ten minutes later, stopping in shock when she sees my brothers lined up in front of and behind my SUV on their bikes. ‘What is this?’

‘This is Scout’s escort home,’ I say, smiling. ‘When wounded warriors return home, MCs escort them whenever possible. Our girl may not have fought for our country, but she fought her own battle, regardless. My brothers are giving her the honor she earned.’

‘Tate.’ Tears well in her eyes. ‘That’s so sweet.’

‘She earned it, baby. You both did.’ I slide my arm around her waist, pulling her up against me. ‘You did good, angel. Siobhan can rest easy now.’

‘Don’t you dare make me cry today, Tate Grimes,’ she whispers, tears already slipping down her cheeks.

‘Never,’ I say, pressing my lips to her temple. ‘My job is to only ever make you happy.’

‘I love you so damn much.’

‘Yeah?’ I grin at her. ‘Then let’s go home. I’m ready to show you my banana now.’

‘Tate!’ she cries, burying her face in my shoulder.

‘I’m kidding. Mostly kidding,’ I amend when my dick twitches in protest. ‘I’m ready to get you home so I can get you naked and convince you to marry me, Samara.’

She gasps, her head flying back. Her wide golden eyes meet mine.

‘You owe me forever. I intend to collect.’

‘Oh, I do, huh?’

‘Mmhmm,’ I hum. ‘Isn’t that how the fairytale always ends for Sleeping Beauty?’

‘Depends,’ she whispers. ‘Is there an apple in this one?’

‘I already told you, angel,’ I growl, nipping at her ear. ‘You’re getting a banana. Now get your pretty ass in the SUV.’

‘Whatever you say, Doctor Grimes.’

I swat her ass right there on the steps of the hospital, making her squeal with laughter. She breaks free of my arms and runs toward the waiting SUV, her dark hair flowing behind her, her laughter ringing out around us. God, she’s perfect.

‘Thank you,’ I say, casting my eyes up to the sky. I’m not sure if Siobhan can hear me…but I hope she does. I hope she knows her baby girl is going to be fine now, and so is her sister. I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure of it.

‘Let’s go home, baby girl,’ I whisper to Scout, following Samara off the steps of the hospital and into forever.