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Chapter 155: Love the one you're with
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Diagnosis: Love Chapter 156: Bad romance
NOAH"Juliet?" I called out as I stumped out of my bedroom. Sun beamed through the windows of the living room onto the tile floors and gleaming wood accents. The housekeepers had been here the day before, I remembered. That was why everything smelled so nice and looked even better. I'd been at physical therapy while they worked. Juliet had driven me there as she shuttled me any place I had to go these days. In the week since I'd lost to her at strip blackjack, she hadn't left me alone for longer than an hour here or there. But now, it seemed, I might finally be alone. On the kitchen table, a single sheet of white paper was covered with loopy handwriting. Honey Bear~I had to run into town for a meeting at the stadium, then I'm having lunch with Daddy-he's in town just for the afternoon, or I'd have insisted he come out to the house to eat dinner with us.
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ALISON"Dr. Wakely, I didn't know you'd be back today! How was your trip?" Gina, my office's assistant manager, appeared in my doorway holding a steaming cup of coffee and a pile of paperwork. "It was fine." I pasted on a smile that I hoped didn't look as phony as it felt. "Bet it was nice to be in California," Gina went on. "I've never been further west than Tennessee. Did you see any movie stars?" I shook my head. "Wrong part of the state. I mean, there might be a couple up in the Bay Area, but none who I saw. Besides, I spent most of the time either in the hotel or at the nursing home where my . . . relative lives.""Oh." Her face fell into sympathetic lines. "Yeah, that's right, I think someone told me that you were flying out there to see your family. I didn't realize that's where you were from. I thought you lived in the northeast somewhere before you came to Florida.""I did. Philadelphia." I accepted the papers she handed to me. "But I grew up in California. And yes, i
Last Updated : 2022-11-24Diagnosis: Love Chapter 158: Lies
NOAH"Was that the doorbell I heard?" I stepped out of the bathroom, using a towel to dry off my hair. It was longer than I'd ever worn it, I observed absently to myself. I should probably think about getting a haircut."What?" Juliet was perched on the bed, her pink robe wrapped around her, her face still flushed from the hot water. Or maybe it was more than just the water . . . as a reward for getting through a painful, challenging session at physical therapy, she'd joined me in the shower and given me an incredible blow job. "I thought I heard the doorbell ring right after you got out of the shower. Who was it?" "Oh." She frowned, and I saw a shadow of something I didn't recognize pass over her eyes. "No, it wasn't the doorbell. It must've been on TV.""Really?" I glanced at the huge blank screen that hung on the wall. Juliet's face flushed even redder. "I turned it off, okay? I was checking something on ESPN, and when I saw what I wanted to see, I clicked it off. Why are y
Last Updated : 2022-11-24Diagnosis: Love Chapter 159: Party time
NOAHNoah"Hey! Good to see you again, Noah!" Two of the rookies I'd only met a few times before I'd been injured greeted me as they came into the living room. Both were big guys, built like brick walls, and both looked so young I wanted to cry. When had rookies started looking like such babies? Or was it just now, that my time in the sun was over, that I realized this truth? I stifled a sigh and struggled to get to my feet. If I swayed a little, I hoped they'd think it was the injury and not the booze. I'd already consumed a copious amount today just to get through this fucking party. Lucky for me, Juliet was making sure I didn't take anything that I shouldn't when I was going to be drinking."Welcome." I stuck out my hand to shake theirs one at a time. "Glad you could make it.""You look good, man." One of the rookies plucked at the sleeve of the black leather jacket I was wearing. "I read an article about you online the other day, being with Juliet and everything. Nice work th
Last Updated : 2022-11-24Diagnosis: Love Chapter 160: Reconnect
NOAHI shook off that vague worry now, though, as Deacon and Emma climbed the porch steps. Emma's expression was guarded as she approached me, and I noticed that Deacon kept his hand on her back. They both stopped a few feet short of me. Emma cleared her throat. "Hello, Noah. You look-good." Her eyes roved down me, and one of her brows rose. "I didn't realize this was the kind of party where people could go shirtless."I tossed back my last swallow of whiskey. "Em. You look good, too." I smirked. "You should know that in my mind, topless is always an option when it comes to you." Ignoring her small gasp of outrage, I shifted my gaze upwards a little. "Deacon. Glad you could both be here today. Gotta wonder who's saving the world at St. Agnes while you're gone, though." I'd meant the words to be a light jest, just a little tease, the way we always joked around. But I could see from the way Emma's eyes flared that she wasn't taking it that way. "I'm happy you're feeling better, N
Last Updated : 2022-11-24Diagnosis: Love Chapter 161: Out of control
NOAHEmma and Deacon didn't stay very long after that-big surprise. Emma wore this pinched, uptight expression, and as soon as Deacon wandered back to the porch, glancing at both of us cautiously, she grabbed his hand and told him that she was ready to leave. But she got in one more parting shot before she took off. "Noah, I love you." She laid her slim, cool hands on either side of my face, staring into my eyes. "You really are my best friend, and I don't want that to change. But look at what you're doing. Look at the choices you're making, the life you're leading. It's a mess. It's not you. If Angela could see-" She broke off, either because of her own emotion or because she saw the pain in my eyes. "Noah, she wouldn't recognize you. I barely do. So please, please, sweetie, do me a favor and slow down. Think about all of this." She'd tiptoed up to kiss my cheek. "And don't forget to call me, because I miss you." I patted her back, mumbled something that I hoped sounded convinc
Last Updated : 2022-11-24Diagnosis: Love Chapter 162: Repercussions
NOAHI awoke the morning after the party to a cotton mouth, throbbing head, and a wrecked house. Well, it wasn't destroyed in the sense of what a home might look like after a high school all-night kegger, but there was trash in the kitchen and living room and on the front porch . . . dishes left all over, glasses and bottles everywhere, and a general sense of . . . mess.Yeah, it was a mess. Everything was a mess, including me. As I dropped down to sit at my kitchen table, reality crashed down over me, and it wasn't pretty. I'd spent the last months doing exactly what Coach Briars had said last night. I'd been throwing a temper tantrum, kicking and screaming against life because things hadn't gone my way. Now that I forced myself to really look at everything, I realized it wasn't just about losing football, either. It was . . . all of it. Angela being sick, Angela dying, being alone for so long . . . thinking that I could find my way back to normal with Emma and having those hopes
Last Updated : 2022-11-24Diagnosis: Love Chapter 163: Decisions
ALISON Alison"Well, Alison, no surprises here." Maggie Corning, the nurse-practitioner midwife who'd been handling my gynecological care since I'd moved to Florida, tapped the tablet in her hand. The results of my recent blood test were displayed on the screen. "As you suspected-or knew-you're pregnant, and my exam, along with the date of your last period, puts you at about eleven weeks along." She regarded me for a moment before adding, "We can do an ultrasound to narrow that down and confirm timing if you like, or we can wait a little while longer. That's up to you." I was still wearing the cotton examination gown and sitting on Maggie's table. Her midwifery practice was as holistic and sustainable as she could make it while still maintaining standards of cleanliness, and I always appreciated that I didn't have to sit around in a crinkly, uncomfortable paper gown when I visited her for my annual appointment. I also liked the fact that she saw herself as a partner in my health c
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Diagnosis: Love Chapter 192: Happily Ever After part 3
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Diagnosis: Love Chapter 191: Break
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Diagnosis: Love Chapter 190: Parenthood
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Diagnosis: Love Chapter 189: New life
ALISON"Congratulations, mama! You're at six. I think it's time to break your water and get things really going." It sounded like a great idea to me, but I saw Noah's lips go white. "Are you okay?" I asked, rubbing my fingers over the back of his hand. "You look a little green." He swallowed, his throat convulsing. "This is the only part I'm a little, uh, squeamish about. I watched that birth online, and breaking the water looked-intense." Maggie chuckled. "Stay up there by Alison and keep your eyes on her face. We don't need papa hitting the floor and suing the hospital." Noah did as he was told, watching me intently as if waiting for me to show some sign of distress. "Does it hurt?" he asked quietly. "The water part, I mean." I shook my head. "It feels a little weird, but not-oooooh!" I gasped as I felt the gush hit my inner thighs. "Okay, then. Eyes here, Noah. Come on. We're in this together." After that, it felt as though everything got a lot more serious. The con
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 188: Giving in
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Diagnosis: Love Chapter 187: Finally, at last
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Diagnosis: Love Chapter 186: Things you shouldn't ask
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Diagnosis: Love Chapter 185: Trust love
ALISON"Read me that last part again?" Noah and I were sitting in the nursery, surrounded by boxes, gift bags, and about a million pieces of a pine crib. He had spent the last two weeks focusing on the nursery. He'd painted the room a lovely pale yellow color, insisting that I stay with Emma and Deacon at the cabin for the two nights after he'd completed the first and second coats so that I didn't have to inhale the paint fumes. Together, we had selected the crib and the dressing table. Noah's mother had sent us the cradle that all of her children had slept in, and that was already set up in my bedroom.Now, with my due date less than ten days away, we were finally tackling the project of building all of the furniture that hadn't come pre-assembled. I squinted at the paper in my hand, trying to decipher the words."I'm pretty sure that this was translated directly from Swedish by someone who didn't speak English," I commented. "It doesn't seem to make sense.""Does it say at wh
