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Chapter 116: Peace
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Diagnosis: Love Chapter 117: Happily ever after part 1
EMMA"And now I'd like to say a few words." Standing on the front porch of Anna and Jimmy Girard's farmhouse, my dad grinned broadly at Deacon and me. Next to me at the small table for two we shared, Deacon snickered. "Is this where your father tells embarrassing stories about you?"I elbowed my new husband in his ribs, making him go ooof. "Behave yourself. There are no embarrassing stories about me. I've always been the model of perfection you see here before you." Deacon skimmed his lips down the side of my neck. "Em, I love you beyond the telling, and to me, you're perfect. But the rest of the world probably doesn't see either of us the same way.""Hmmm. Why is that, do you think?" I turned my head to smile up at Deacon. "Why can't they see that we're the smartest, the kindest, and the most amusing two people on earth?" "I guess they're just not looking with the same eyes we are." His arm tightened around me. "Now shhhh. Dr. Baldwin's talking."I rolled my eyes. "Suck up
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 118: Everything happens for a reason
NOAH"Good morning. Noah Spencer. Wow." The man standing behind the large oak desk wagged his head even as he reached across to shake my hand. "I have to admit, I can hardly believe I'm standing here in my office talking to you. I'm a big fan."I let him pump my arm a few seconds as I managed a smile. "Is that allowed? I thought guys like you had to be . . . you know. Neutral. No biases or anything like that." Father George rolled his eyes. "I'm a priest, Noah, not a saint. Also, there aren't any rules about cheering for our favorite teams. It's not like I have any special inside sway to make my guys win. It's all up to Spirit in the Sky." He grinned. "Now, that's not to say that I haven't lifted up my share of petitions for Tampa on big game days. But I'm comforted by knowing that there are lots of ministers, priests, rabbis and imams-among other clergy-asking for favor for their teams, too. It all balances out, I think. Someone's got to win, and someone's got to lose, and in the
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 119: Closure
NOAH"I can only imagine. How did you cope with that?" "The only way I know. I just keep on putting one foot in front of the other. I've buried myself in football. I work out every day. I do whatever the team asks of me. I smile in public. And then I come home to an empty house, to the place where I see my dead wife around every fucking corner, and I get through the night time hours until I can leave again." I rubbed my hand over my forehead, where the seed of a headache was beginning to blossom."Have you thought about moving? It might be the kindest option for yourself," Father George remarked."No." I shook my head. "If I move away, I lose the last piece of Angela that I have left. Sometimes I can still smell her perfume in the closet. Or I'll dig into the back of the freezer and find a loaf of banana bread that she made and froze for me before she went to the hospital. Or-" I choked a bit. "I go into the room that was going to be the nursery for the baby we never got to concei
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 120: Origin story
ALISON"Hey there! Alison Wakely, right? Come in. Sit down." Closing the office door behind me, I approached the small seating area. The therapist was perched in a wing chair, her shoes off and her feet curled alongside her. She was young-probably a year or two older than me. My previous doctors had been in their forties or fifties, but since Brooke Slater came highly recommended and had agreed to see me despite a full patient load, I wasn't going to complain."Thanks." I glanced at the love seat for a second before I decided to settle in the wing chair opposite Dr. Slater. "I heard you joined Dr. Johanson's practice." She smiled. "He took care of my family for over ten years, and then my insurance company changed and we had to move to a group right outside Tampa. It's a pain in the ass, and I really miss that personal touch you get from a small-town family practice. Dr. Johanson even made house calls when my babies were small. He was a treasure." She sighed. "But you're not her
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 121: Heartbreak
ALISONI'd known it was coming, but still, the hurt stabbed into my gut like a sucker punch. I straightened, planting both feet on the floor to center myself before I answered her."Okay. What do you want to know about Tom?" "How did you meet?" "Ahhh . . ." I ran the tip of my tongue over my front teeth. "He was a fellow in the program during my last year of residency. All of us were in awe of him because he was so incredibly intelligent and very intense. We used to joke that he didn't really exist outside the med center. He didn't fool around, he didn't make small talk, and he wasn't interested in our personal lives. But even so, we all respected the hell out of him. He was a genius." "Sounds a little intimidating." "Totally. But one day, he asked me to help him with a study he was launching. I was shocked that he even knew my name, but he called me Alison like we were old buddies. Of course, I said yes. The other residents were jealous as hell, but I didn't care. Getting sp
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NOAH"Noah Spencer, you gutless coward. I am so pissed off at you. Why did you do this-or more accurately, why did you not do this? And I bet you're sitting there listening to this message with a smirk on your stupid face. UGH!!"Leaning against a wall in the locker room, I snickered as I listened to Emma's voicemail. She wasn't wrong-I did have a smirk on my stupid face. "Victoria is an amazing woman. She'd be perfect for you-she loves football, she's super smart, she works in the research department of a pharmaceutical company, and her passion is developing holistic medications for kids with cancer, for crying out loud. She's all about family, she wants to have a houseful of children, and last but not least, she's absolutely fucking gorgeous. She's a perfect match for your stupid sexy body and your annoyingly attractive face."Now I was full-out laughing. Only Emma could make a compliment into an insult. "So what I want to know is why you didn't call her. Or at least text her.
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NOAHI'd known Tampa's head coach for about four years now. When I'd been traded here from Houston, I'd quickly realized that Dale Briars wasn't the fatherly huggy bear that my previous team's coach had been; no, Coach Briars was all business, brisk and no nonsense. But I'd also found out that he was inherently fair-minded. He gave every player the best shot possible, and even when we screwed up, as we were all wont to do, he might have yelled his fool head off at us, but he also made sure we got the help we needed-and a second chance. I hadn't told my team about Angela's illness for quite a while. She'd been diagnosed early in my tenure with Tampa, and since we were just finding our footing in our new home with our new team family, she didn't want me to be known as the new guy with the sick wife. No matter how much I protested, she had been adamant. So for months, I struggled to keep a happy smile on my face. I didn't break down at practice, and I did my damnedest to leave all of
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 124: Kidnapped
ALISON"Uh-oh, I think we have a problem here." Stepping into the exam room with my shadowing NP and closing the door behind us, I pretended to consult the tablet in my hand, frowning. "I'm supposed to see Sadie Baxter in here, and I can't find her." Ignoring the woman sitting on the exam table with her arm around a small dark-haired girl, I squatted and peered beneath the desk, the chair, and the table itself. "I'm right here!" The little girl giggled, pulling her feet up and wrapping her arms around her bent legs. "No, that can't be right." I shook my head. "Sadie Baxter is a baby who cries when I try to weigh and measure her. She's not a big grown-up lady like you." "I am! I'm a big girl now. I'm not a baby." Feigning suspicion, I bent over and stared into the child's gleeful face. "Hmmmm. You do seem to have the same beautiful brown eyes that Sadie has. And that smile. . . well, it looks awfully familiar, too." I glanced at Jana Baxter. "And this is definitely Sadie's
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