A Beautiful Mistake

by Ashlee Price

  Wait. Is he becoming possessive? If so, is that a sign that he loves me?

  That's the problem with falling in love with someone. You can't help but want them to love you back, and so you look for the slightest signs that they might.

  I place a hand on my forehead. I can't think about this right now.

  Suddenly, my phone rings. I take it out of my pocket and smile as I see Dustin's name on the screen.

  "Hello," I say as I hold the phone to my ear.

  "Caught you on break, did I?" He sounds pleased.

  "Yes."

  "Napping?"

  "No, but I was considering it. Why?"

  "Miss me? Maybe one of these days, when we run out of places here at the house, we should try having sex at the hospital."

  I roll my eyes. "Why did you call, Dustin?"

  "I was wondering if you wanted to go to the beach tomorrow."

  My eyes narrow. "When did you think of this, exactly?"

  "Just now."

  I look at my toes. I imagine them buried in sand. That would feel nice.

  "Okay."

  "Good." He sounds even more pleased. "Carry on, Doctor."

  Briefly, I wonder if he'll ever tell me he loves me.

  "Bye," I tell him.

  The line goes dead. I put my phone back in my pocket and close my eyes.

  I'm still tired, but the thought of a relaxing day at the beach is enough to make me feel just a bit better.

  I can't wait to relax.

  ~

  "This is nice," I tell Dustin as we take a moonlit stroll along the beach.

  The salty breeze blows through my hair. The soft sand, cool now that it's no longer baking under the sun, sinks beneath my feet.

  We lounged on the beach all morning. I soaked my feet in a bath after lunch and had my toenails painted while Dustin went diving. I watched him surf against the setting sun and then we watched it disappear beneath the horizon together. Then we had a lovely dinner, and now we're having a moonlit stroll.

  Now, this is what I call a break.

  "It's almost perfect, in fact," I say.

  Dustin turns to me. His eyes hold mine as he touches my cheek.

  "Well, I think I know just how to make it perfect."

  I know what he's thinking. I know that look in his eyes.

  Now? Here on the beach where everyone can see us, not to mention where I can get sand in... places that are hard to clean? He can't be serious.

  "Well?" He pulls me close. My breasts bump against his chest.

  He is serious.

  I'm about to open my mouth to protest when I hear a scream from a few feet away. I turn my head and see a woman kneeling on the sand with her hand on her pregnant belly. A man stands over her.

  Just like that, my doctor switch gets turned on. I run over to them.

  "Are you okay?" I ask as I kneel in front of the woman.

  She just lets out another scream. Her features are twisted in pain.

  I look at the man beside her, who almost looks like he's in pain as well.

  "Is she almost due?" I ask him.

  He nods. "We were supposed to go to the hospital on Monday."

  Shit.

  The baby seems to have other plans. This woman is already in labor.

  "Call an ambulance," I order the man.

  He just stands there.

  "Dustin, call an ambulance," I say. "This woman is already in labor."

  He takes out his phone.

  The woman grabs my hand. "Please don't let my baby come out yet," she begs me.

  "Nina is supposed to get a C-section," her husband explains. "She's scared to give birth the natural way because one of her sisters died doing it."

  Great. Just great.

  "I'll try," I say before turning to Dustin. "How many minutes until the ambulance gets here?"

  "They said fifteen minutes."

  Fifteen minutes? I'm not sure if the baby can hold out that long.

  I touch the woman's cheek. "Nina, if you don't want to have the baby right here - and I'd prefer it if you didn't, because the beach isn't exactly sanitary - do you think you can stop pushing for me? You think you can do that until we get to the hospital?"

  "You want her to stop pushing?" her husband asks in disbelief.

  I ignore him. He's not my patient. Nina is.

  She responds with a groan. I take that as a no.

  Shit.

  "I can't!" she wails as she shakes her head. Tears well in her eyes. "The baby... the baby is moving on its own!"

  I grip her hand. "Nina..."

  "Aaah!" she screams again.

  These contractions are coming fast. The baby is coming, whether Nina likes it or not. I have to get her on a bed.

  "Do you think you can stand, Nina?" I ask her.

  She grips my arm and tries but fails.

  I glance at Dustin. "Can you carry her?"

  He offers her his arm but she swats it away as she gives another scream.

  I look around. The nearest hotel is several hundred yards away. Too far.

  I look at her. Sweat glistens on her face. I see the silent plea in her eyes.

  Help me.

  I swallow. I guess there's no choice. The baby's coming, and it's coming right now. Right here.

  I look at the husband. "Give me your towel."

  He hands me the one around his shoulders.

  "Is the baby coming out now?" he asks in fear.

  "Yes," I answer as I spread the towel on the sand. I gently push Nina down on it.

  "No!" she cries. "I don't want to have the baby now! Not this way! I'm having a C-section!"

  "There's no time," I tell her.

  "I need my doctor!"

  "I'm a doctor."

  She looks at me.

  "Nina, I'm a doctor. I promise you, you and your baby will be fine."

  For a moment, she hesitates. Then her features contort in agony again. She lets out a scream, then gasps as she lets her head down on the sand.

  "Give me your water bottle, Dustin?" I request.

  He obeys.

  I wash my hands with the water. It's the best I can do.

  "Shine your flashlight on my hands," I order next.

  Again, he complies.

  I push up Nina's skirt and spread her thighs. I can already see the top of the baby's head.

  "Your baby's crowning," I say as I prepare to catch it. "It will be out any minute now. I just need you to push."

  Her husband kneels beside her and she grips his arm as she pushes. Her scream rings through the air over the sound of the rolling waves.

  More of the baby's head comes out.

  "Now, just one more push," I say as I cradle it. "Make it a big one."

  Nina nods.

  A louder scream rips through her trembling body as she pushes with all her might.

  Come on.

  After a few seconds, her scream of agony is eclipsed by a cry. Relief washes over me as I hold the newborn infant with both hands.

  "A girl," I announce joyfully. "A beautiful, healthy baby girl."

  Nina's sweat-drenched, tired face lights up with a smile.

  I hand her the baby and she presses it to her chest. The cord that connects them continues to pulsate. The placenta is still inside her, but I'll leave it to the paramedics to take that out.

  For now, she's fine. They're both fine.

  I wipe the sweat off my brow. "Congratulations."

  Nina touches my arm. "Thank you, Doctor..."

  "Montgomery," I supply.

  She gives me a warm smile. "I couldn't have done it without you."

  "Thank you so much," her husband echoes.

  I nod. "You're welcome."

  He kisses her on the forehead, then strokes his daughter's head.

  "Look at that. You didn't need a C-section after all," he says.

  Nina chuckles.

  As I watch them both, pride and joy well up in my chest. My own lips curve into a smile. This is why I lov
e obstetrics - there's no feeling of accomplishment like that of knowing you helped bring a new person into the world.

  A hand rests on my shoulder. I glance up and see Dustin. His eyes are also filled with pride.

  "Great job, Doctor."

  I squeeze his hand before pressing it to my cheek.

  Indeed, this is one of those times that I really do feel like being a doctor is a great job.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Dustin

  "Has anyone told you that you look hot when you're trying to save a life, Dr. Marian Montgomery?" I ask my wife when we're back in the car.

  Because that's what I thought when I was watching her trying to get that baby out earlier. She looked so calm, so tough, so in control.

  And the sight proved hotter than anything.

  Even now, my cock still aches as it strains against my boxers. Heat still courses through my veins.

  "No," Marian answers as she settles into the passenger seat. "How could I possibly look hot when I'm trying so hard to keep myself from shaking, when my forehead is sweaty and my hands are bloody?"

  I shrug. "Beats me."

  She snorts as she reaches for her seatbelt.

  I grab her wrist and look into her eyes. If she won't believe me, I'll just have to show her.

  I lean over the passenger seat and press my lips against Marian's. At first, hers remain still, but then, slowly, they push back against mine. I release her wrist so I can use my right arm to support my weight. My left hand grasps her chin as my lips clash with hers over and over.

  When her lips part, I slip my tongue in to mingle with hers. She moans. My hand leaves her chin and goes over her breast. My thumb finds her nipple through the layers of fabric and swipes against it.

  She pushes me away as she lets out a gasp. Her flaming eyes grow wide.

  "We're doing it here?"

  "Why not?" I grab her other wrist and press her hand against the bulge in my crotch. "I don't think I can drive like this."

  Marian glances past the windshield at the wall ahead. "But someone might see us."

  "Marian, there's no one in front of us."

  "And the cars beside us? What if their owners come?"

  "The windows are tinted," I tell her.

  She falls silent but still looks concerned.

  "You worry too much." I plant a kiss in her palm. "You did everything earlier. This time, let me."

  I kiss her again to distract her from her worries. When her fingers clutch the front of my shirt, I know I've succeeded.

  I break the kiss so I can pull her shirt off her, then I lower the passenger seat and move in front of it so I can lean over her. My eyes gaze down straight into copper pools.

  They disappear behind closed eyelids when I lower my face for another kiss. As I keep her tongue occupied, my hands slip beneath the cups of her bra. My fingers find her stiff nipples and twist them gently. She moans into my mouth.

  One of my hands slides down until it reaches the waistband of her pants. Thankfully, they are the soft, loose-fitting kind, with only a string keeping them in place. I tug on that string and it comes undone. I slip my hand beneath the soft cotton.

  Marian shudders as my fingers brush against lace. I stroke her through it and she moans. The lace grows damp. The scent of her arousal leaks into the air and my cock throbs in response.

  I withdraw my hand and pull her underwear and pants off. It's harder because of the limited space, but I manage. Once they're off, I turn to my own clothes. As fast as I can, I free my belt from its buckle. I lower my boxers and my shorts. My hard cock finally springs free.

  Marian lifts herself up and wraps her fingers around it. I draw in a sharp breath.

  I kiss her as I let her stroke me a few times, feeling myself swell even more with each stroke of her slender fingers. Then I grab her wrist.

  Carefully, I try to switch positions with her so I'm the one lying down on the passenger seat. Then I turn her around so she's facing the windshield. Her hand falls on top of the glove compartment.

  "Get me a condom, will you?" I ask her.

  I hear the compartment open with a click. She pauses as she looks inside.

  "It's just there," I say.

  Finally, she hands me one. The compartment shuts with the same click.

  I slip the rubber sheath on before grabbing her hips and rubbing my cock against the crack of her ass. Then I push her forward even more so that I can enter her.

  Marian lets out a sound between a gasp and a moan. I clench my jaw and grunt as I watch my cock disappear inside her inch by inch until I can only see the base of the condom. I pause to savor the sensation.

  "How's the view from there?" I ask hoarsely.

  Marian glares over her shoulder. "Very funny."

  "I'm just asking because the view from here is great." I kiss her cheek and place my lips against her ear. "And it's about to get better."

  I plant one more kiss on her shoulder before lying back down. With one hand, I grip her hip. I rest the other against her back and push her forward.

  I start jerking my hips and Marian's renewed gasps mingle with the sound of my thrusts. My cock slides up and down inside her hot passage. Her velvety skin grips me through rubber and the friction sends sparks across my skin.

  I must not be going fast enough, though, because Marian starts moving her hips. The sounds of slick skin slapping against skin and wet rubber fill the air inside the car. Beads of sweat form on Marian's back.

  I grab her hair and pull it back. Her gasps give way to soft cries and then a particularly loud one as her body begins to tremble atop me. Her hips grow still and her back arches. One of her hands grips my arm. I hear her nails rake across plastic foam.

  When she stops shaking, I start to thrust into her tight passage once more, finding it even tighter than before. I clutch both of her hips as I jerk mine faster. After a few thrusts, my back rises off nylon. A growl rumbles in my throat as every muscle in my body coils - and then they uncoil as the pleasure coursing through my veins rushes to a climax and my cock spills into its rubber scabbard.

  As I gasp for air and wait for my strength to return, I lean on Marian's back. My forehead, slicked with sweat, rests against her skin.

  "You really are insatiable," she whispers.

  I grin against her skin. I know I am. I can't seem to get enough of her - not her scent, not the feel of her body against mine or her heat engulfing me, not the sounds that escape her lips in spite of her efforts.

  "It's your fault," I tell her.

  "Mine?" She glances over her shoulder.

  "You, my dear wife, are a seductress."

  She frowns.

  And even then, I find her attractive.

  "Make that enchantress."

  Marian snorts. "I think I prefer to keep doctor as my profession."

  I chuckle.

  Now that I've regained my strength, I lift her hips and push her off me. She moves into the driver's seat and puts her clothes back on.

  I open the glove compartment and hand her the box of wipes.

  Marian stares at it. "Have you always had this?"

  "Not this particular box," I answer as I dispose of the condom I just used. "But I always have a box of unscented wipes."

  Her eyebrows crease. "Why?"

  I shrug. "To clean up... messes."

  I was going to say "to clean up after sex", but I don't want to remind her of my past habits.

  She seems to be thinking of them already, though, as she continues to stare at the box.

  "What?" I pull a wipe from the box. "Are wipes only for women and babies?"

  Marian puts the box on her lap and turns to me. "Tell me, have you had sex in a car before?"

  "Yes," I confess.

  No use denying it.

  "Outside a bar?"

  I shrug. "Maybe."

  "With a college girl?"

  I zip my shorts. "Hey. They flirt. I flirt back."

  "Ah."

  She loo
ks displeased. My eyebrows crease.

  "Hey." I put my hand on her cheek and force her to look into my eyes. "I never hid my... tendencies... from you. But that's in the past. Now, there's just you, my wife. The one and only Mrs. Montgomery."

  Her lips curve into a weak smile. "Right. It was in the past."

  "Damn right."

  I put my belt back on.

  "Just one last question."

  "Yes?"

  "You studied at MIT, right?"

  "Yeah."

  "And you worked there?"

  "That's two questions," I tell her.

  She sighs. "Just answer."

  "I worked at the robotics lab," I answer.

  "Up until when?"

  "Four or five years ago."

  Marian nods and falls silent.

  I put the passenger seat back in the upright position. "By the way, I'm thinking of going back."

  "Back?" Surprise rings clearly in her voice.

  "Yeah. Well, not back to MIT, but back to robotics. I'm thinking we can turn one of the offices at home into a lab. It's actually because of you."

  Her eyebrows arch. "Me again?"

  I smile. "Earlier, when I saw you doing your job, I was just in awe. I've always known you're an amazing woman, a great doctor. I just didn't realize how great until I saw you in action earlier. You were like a superhero. I was proud of you. I am proud of you."

  I place my hand over hers.

  "And I think I want you to be proud of me."

  She purses her lips.

  "Besides, it's high time I give my brothers less to complain about. Arthur especially. Not that I'm telling them anytime soon. Not until I've come up with another successful invention. Preferably one that will make me a few more millions, since we have a big house to maintain and all."

  Marian says nothing. She looks like she's in shock.

  Well, I don't blame her. I can't believe I'm saying all this after all this time.

  "I'm actually thinking of applications in the medical field," I go on. "Like a machine that can save lives or make the lives of doctors easier."

  I press a finger to her chest. "You can be the first to try it, Dr. Montgomery."