Forbidden Prescription 2: MFM Ménage Stepbrother Romance (Medical Romance)

by Brother, Stephanie

  She stopped suddenly, eyes going wide, giving a gasp as her hand flew to her mouth like she couldn’t believe she’d said that. Then she turned and walked away, leaving me dumbstruck.

  I would never have expected that. But I supposed it made a lot of crazy sense.

  I couldn’t even blame her if it was that. The man was the love of her life, and she lost him and got stuck with me instead and then for me to grow up, and look like him… sometimes, I used to wonder whether having my dad be the one that survived would have been better. Clearly, Mom, in her own way, agreed with me. Only in her mind, I was the one that didn’t exist.

  The whole situation was unfair. It was unfair, to my mother, to my late father, to myself. Most people took it for granted that their parents were people too that had people they loved before they even had kids. I couldn’t ask her to stop loving Dad so much just because he was dead, and it was unfortunate that she still couldn’t see beyond him, even at her wedding, just so she could look at me and see me, not a ghost. I didn’t even need her to be proud of me; I just needed her to give a damn about me.

  Not that any of that even mattered, now. She wouldn’t want any more from me after this. Even though I’d decided not to visit her again not too long ago, and meant it and felt nothing, having her reject me so openly hurt a lot worse than I would have expected.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Abe

  Fuck.

  That had been a total disaster. Not for me and my brother, though. We’d both been caught in less than civil situations before, though Carl way more than me. We could live with getting caught naked in some woman’s bed.

  But Emma… she just sat there after her mother left, looking shell-shocked, and I knew it had hurt her, a lot, to hear those things from the only living relative she had. In a way, it made Carl and me lucky. Dad never blamed us for our mother leaving, though he’d mentioned plenty of times that she left because she didn’t want to settle down with children.

  After a while, Emma got up wordlessly, lingerie still barely hanging on her body and dripping with fluid from both of us, and took the dress we’d dropped on the floor. She didn’t put it on, wrapping the fabric around herself and turning to us, but she didn’t look up at us.

  Carl and I shared a glance. We both knew what was going to happen. As much as I couldn’t blame her, it wasn’t the outcome either of us wanted from today.

  I got up off the bed, my pants pulled up but the fly only was partly done up, and he followed behind me. But when I got closer, Emma took a few steps back, making me freeze. Something squeezed in my chest, and I didn’t like it.

  “Emma?”

  “I think…” she started, but her voice trailed off, sounding small and broken.

  My hands fisted at my sides. Sharon was now my dad’s wife, and my stepmother, and I wasn’t a brash, violent type of guy—that was Carl—but I wanted to follow her and hit her for making Emma sound like that.

  Emma ducked her face down so we couldn’t even see what expression was on her face, and sniffled, wiping at her eyes with her hand. The back of her hand didn’t come away wet, but she still wouldn’t look up.

  “It’s best if we stop seeing each other.” Her voice, when it came, was louder, firm.

  I knew it was coming, but it still hurt hearing the words. I stepped forward again, ignoring her when she moved back, holding her by the tops of her arms.

  “No, Emma. I’m sorry that this happened. We should… have been more discreet, it’s just not easy when so many people have their eyes on you. I’m… we’re sorry.”

  “No” she shook her head slowly. “It wasn’t just the two of you. I hadn’t decided to approach you guys, not until my mom said something that made me feel pathetic about myself again.” She cut off, gave a laugh, but it sounded more painful than anything. “She noticed I was watching you, though. I knew she was suspicious, and I did this anyway.”

  “We don’t regret what happened.” Carl didn’t have anything on but the brace, but he didn’t seem to care about his state of nudity. Emma glanced at him and then looked away. “It wasn’t the best way, but your mother knows now. So, what? None of us are going to be staying in town once they go off on their honeymoon.”

  “It doesn’t matter. You guys have a life to live, and I have mine, remember? My practice? I finished my exams, finished my internship a while ago. I am unemployed, in debt because of the student loans, and I’m pretty sure I don’t even have food at home.”

  She wrapped her arms around herself, hunching her shoulders. Her eyes were wet, but she didn’t cry. Still, I could tell if we just left her alone, she probably would. She might have been having problems with her mom, but hearing those words from someone that raised you must have still been hard.

  I also knew, that if we couldn’t convince her to stick it out with us, we would both lose her. Carl knew it too, when I turned to him, he was already looking at me. He nodded his head, and I wanted to cuff him again for leaving it all on my shoulders. Whatever ability he seemed to think I had, I wasn’t sure it would be enough.

  I had never been so terrified of anything in my life, even more than the accident; it had happened too fast for me to get to that point.

  I looked down, slid my arms from the tip of her arms, pulling them away from her chest, slowly. She did so reluctantly, but she let her arms drop, and I slid my hands down to hold hers. Instead of focusing just on words, I decided to let her hear my sincerity, willing her to trust me.

  “Emma, you’re a doctor with no job. We want you in our lives, not just to have sex. We both love your company, and that is kind of amazing because we don’t agree on all that much. We don’t want to lose you, and I’m afraid that if I let go of you right now, you are going to disappear.”

  “We want you to come with us,” Carl added, voice persuasive, “so we can be together all the time. We have a tour coming up, the first race is in a few weeks, and we’ll have several more lined up.”

  She thought about it for about a split second. “I feel the same way about you, too. But I put all this effort into getting a degree. You guys are going to be on tour so you’ll be moving around a lot, won’t you? how am I supposed to get and keep a job in that kind of environment?”

  I released one of her hands, keeping hold of the other, and touched her cheek. She didn’t move away, and I shifted my hand so I cupped her cheek, turning her face up so I could see her eyes. There was fear there, some lingering sadness, but I could also see hope, that raised my optimism a little.

  “Well, yes. But in the state we’re both in, recovering from a car accident, we really could use you. The job may not be particularly lucrative, but I’ve been putting cash away in investments since senior year of high school, and saving it all up. Even made this idiot do the same. We can definitely afford to hire you.”

  “And it would be super convenient having our own private doctor go with us. Accidents happen all the time, even when we’re not on our bikes. So, you wouldn’t just be wasting your degree coming with us on a joy ride.”

  Carl must have gone for the sheet, he had it wrapped around him as he came up beside us, wrapping a hand around her waist so she was where we both wanted her, between the two of us and with nowhere to run.

  “Just say yes, Emma. Please?”

  She blinked at me for a moment. Then her face crumpled, and I thought for a second she was going to cry. But then she smiled, though it trembled around the edges.

  “Okay.”

  Epilogue

  Emma

  There were things that had to be taken care of first.

  I still had my apartment, and some documents I needed to have with me. But when I voiced the concern, we just dressed up, left Libreville, and drove all the way to my place in the city. We all squeezed in my too small bed, and the next day, I packed away my life for the second time. I had about as much as I did when I left Libreville at eighteen, just a bag with clothes and my papers, only a little more added to each stack. I let Br
andi take care of everything else for me, and we promised to keep in touch.

  The boys and I went on tour, with me acting as their medical doctor. They weren’t kidding when they said they’d need me, so it wasn’t a waste of a good degree, at least. I was beginning to find it might have been the best decision of my life.

  The only damper on the whole thing was my lingering feelings from how I left things with my mom.

  It hadn’t seemed possible after the wedding, that we would have anything to do with each other ever again. It was still something of a shock, months after it happened.

  I made up with my mother. We were, more or less, friends.

  It was even more of a surprise when she was the one to call me, about a month after she got married. It was like something out of a fairytale for me. Mom saying she’d realized she was too hard on me, now that she was married and actively working on moving on. She cried through the entire conversation, and it was what made me truly believe her. My mom wasn’t the kind of woman that cried easily, that I’d ever seen, and when she did, it was always sincere.

  Neither of us mentioned what she walked in on, but when she asked what I was doing with myself, I didn’t hide from her that the boys asked me to go with them on their tour, and I agreed. She took it amazingly well.

  “That’s good, that they have you to look after them. Frank can sleep at night knowing they won’t die in some accident and he wouldn’t know it. Are you sure you would be happy with that life, though?”

  Before I could call her out on what exactly she meant, she went on, and I was stunned. “Won’t you get tired of never settling down in one place?”

  “We’re happy just going from place-to-place. I never got around much, remember? Even when I left home, I took a straight route to what I thought I wanted. I’m getting a new sense of life from all the constant moving around, and I like it.”

  Mom gave a wet laugh over the phone. “Well, Frank and I aren’t moving around, but I do get what you mean about getting a new sense of life. But what about when you have children, though,” she fretted. “Do you plan on having any?”

  “None of us have talked that far.”

  Although we probably should have. I wasn’t sure I wanted kids, but when I’d been at Central General, after witnessing a particularly gruesome scene, I’d walk by the children’s ward and see them sleeping like little, wrinkled angels, and I’d feel this longing to hold one.

  “But I promise I will talk to them when it becomes an issue. It’s not necessary to stay in one place even then, but yeah, having a home to go back to when they don’t have work would be great.”

  It was an issue a lot sooner than I would have realized, though.

  It was bound to happen, so I wasn’t all that surprised. We’d had unprotected sex plenty of times. Carl and Abe told me they were clean, and I trusted them as much as they trusted me when I told them I was, too. Of course, I had the added advantage of having looked at their medical records when I was their acting doctor at the hospital; I had mine with me, anyway, although they didn’t want to see it even after I offered. Once I left with them, we’d conveniently keep ‘forgetting’ to use condoms, and I wasn’t on any other birth control.

  Finding out I was pregnant was pretty much the highlight of my life. Even though I thought the guys would freak. They did, a little, when they came to find me on the floor and crying. But they were glad when I managed to explain it to them. I thought they even cried, just a little bit.

  We went back to Libreville just so I could tell Mom the good news. I was nervous, but it was perhaps the first time my mother had been happy for me, that I could remember. She didn’t even ask which of the twins was the biological father.

  If I’d had any doubts about her wanting me in her life, wanting me happy, they died just then.

  I still moved around with them, until they were done with their tour. They wanted some stability for a baby, so they found a house to rent while they searched for something more permanent, and we settled down as they wound down from another championship win.

  The guys were with me, one on each side when I went to the hospital almost to the day of the expected birth.

  Carl about had a fit when he got home to find me standing by the door, hands cradling my stomach and a bag packed by my side. His eyes were wide and he just stood there, frozen.

  “What…”

  Then Abe came in around him, saw the bag, and rushed to my side, immediately concerned. Their concerns were widely different, though. Carl thought I wanted to leave. Before I could even scream about him for thinking something so stupid, Abe had us both out the door and in a cab, heading for the nearest hospital. They both insisted on going inside with me to the delivery room.

  After hours of hard, grueling labor, I gave birth to twins, two baby boys.

  And I laughed because I figured my life was going to get overrun with Thomas boys.

  I couldn’t have been happier.

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  A Stepbrother Romance

  Chapter One

  “I am most definitely not an ice queen. I don’t care what anyone says.” I stood in front of my full length mirror, studying myself. As usual, I am reminiscing about high school. I graduated over two years ago, but I was concerned that the misery of those terrible years just might stay with me forever. I really don’t see why the other kids would brand me an ice queen. I really am a nice girl, right?

  So what if I choose to show as little emotion as possible? That doesn’t make me any less human. I do have feelings. I simply don’t give others the satisfaction of seeing them. To me that is a sign of weakness.

  My father always told me to never let anyone see my weakness because they might just end up using it against you.

  I watched as my gray eyes filled with sadness as they always do at the memory of my beloved father. It has been years since he has been gone—eight years to be exact. But the pain of his loss has not dulled with time, not even a bit. I miss him with everything that I am.

  It is because of such a loss that I became the way I am. I got so tired of the pitying looks from everyone that I built an impenetrable wall around myself, never allowing others to see what is really on the inside.

  But here I am feeling hurt over the things my peers said about me as a child. Particularly the boys, who I always turned down when they showed interest.

  “She has no feelings.”

  “She is too cold.”

  “Her pussy must be made of ice.”

  I snort loudly in the silence of my room. It figures that a bunch of immature boys would turn on a girl for paying no attention to their advances.

  At least high school is over.

  I let
out a deep sigh, when it hits me that I am in my sophomore year of college and not much has changed. I am still considered an ice queen.

  I am taken back to last night’s fiasco. After studying with a group of friends—or, rather, acquaintances—I was offered a ride home by a seemingly nice young man.

  I accepted, of course.

  To my horror, Mark stopped the car a block down from my house. By the time I realized what was happening he had already pounced on me like a tomcat.

  I pushed him off and asked him what the hell he thought he was doing.

  His response was that of surprise. According to him, I was giving off signs of serious interest in him.

  I was outraged. The only thing I remember doing is smiling at the guy once. One time! And it was only because he picked up my pen, which had fallen on the library floor. Fuming, I let him know how stupid he was to even think that I would be interested in him.

  He threw me a look of disbelief and asked me if I thought I was better than everyone else.

  Of course I don’t think that!

  But I don’t go for men—no, boys—who troll the library for female flesh instead of studying.

  I winced when I remembered how he pretty much told me that I am nothing but a cold-hearted tease and that no man would ever settle down with me, and he certainly did not use such nice words.

  I exited his car and slammed the door behind me. I had no problem walking the short distance to my house.

  I have heard those things said about me so many times; I am beginning to think they might be true.

  Well, not the part about me being a tease. I am positive that I did not lead him on in any way.

  I should have driven my own damn car. Then this whole incident could have been avoided.

  Mark’s words had cut deep, not that I would ever let him know that.