The Doctor's Wife (A Sequel)

Chapter 2- A Lumpy Afternoon

XANDER'S POV

It's a sunny morning, and I’m driving my way to the hospital totally unplanned. I could have been "cuddling" with Emily on the dining table right now, or watching the latest season of Emily in Paris that she has been aching to watch on Netflix, but this on-call appointment just sent me out of the beach house right after my breakfast with her.

Leaving her looking so adorable with her lips jutted out like a little girl scolded by her teacher makes me want to crush a rock into pieces using my fist.

"Dr. Greene! A pleasant morning to you!" Nichola greets me in her usual cheerful tone as soon as I reach the nurse’s station.

"Likewise, Nichola. Where's the patient?" I shrug my lab coat on and hurriedly grab the chart.

"She has been waiting for you in your office."

"Alright, great. Let's go." I gesture for her to walk first.

"As much as I wanted to assist you, but the patient requested to be alone with you unless I'm needed." Her face contorts with disappointment.

Nichola has always been bathing with enthusiasm regardless of the patient, and that’s one of the things that I like about her. Nina seems to hate almost all my patients, especially the pretty ones. I wonder what she’s up to now...

"Okay, I'll call you up if I need you.” I responded.

During gynecological visits, there should always be a nurse with the doctor, especially because I'm a male, but the majority of my patients have always requested to be alone with me, whatever their reason is. I'll just call up a nurse whenever a minor procedure will be done in which I need some assistance.

I remember the first time I saw Emily in my office. Nina told me that the young patient is too shy to be naked unless deemed necessary. I initially thought it was just an alibi, but I was totally wrong. Her innocence had definitely captivated me.

I check the initial notes in Natalie's chart. It has been a while since I last saw this pretty model who planned to sue me and the studio because of her nude portrait which her father accidentally purchased.

Natalie Summers. 24 YO WF. Chief complaints: painless lump in the breast region.

I have the gut feel that this is nothing serious, but we’ll see.

I continue to skin over her chart to study her history until I reach my office. I slowly open the door and see her looking out of the window.

Apparently, she didn't hear my grand entrance. She’s seemingly preoccupied with the cumulus clouds on the perfect blue sky outside.

I blink as I notice her bare backside that failed to be hidden because the opening of the paper gown is from the back.

I avert my gaze away and walk to my desk. I drop to my swivel chair and prepare my welcoming smile for her.

"I wonder what inspiring quotes you prepared for me today," I called her attention, remembering how she helped me realize my feelings for Emily.

She immediately turns around and beams at me.

"Alexander Greene! You have kept me waiting." There's a playful smile on her lips.

I'm not sorry at all. She had also kept me waiting at that restaurant, so we're even now.

Natalie still looks the same, beautiful I must admit, only with a different hair color. The last time I remember, she was blonde. She looks sultrier in her darker hair which beautifully falls over her shoulders.

"Your appointment is unexpected. I usually work in the afternoon."

"Oh, sorry to disrupt your day… I have an important commitment in the afternoon that's why I came in the morning." She looks down and nonchalantly cups her left breast through the gown, "I'm just so bothered with this little lump on my left breast.”

My eyes drop down to her breasts, appraising her n*****s that seem so hard it is almost tearing through the gown that outlines them. The AC is not even in full blast.

"No problem." I stand up, walk around my desk, and sit on the edge of the table as I cross my arms in front of my chest. “I thought you changed your mind regarding your portrait issue."

She lifts her head with a sexy chuckle. "Now that you have mentioned it, I might as well think about it once again."

I uncross my arms and scratch my head. "I suddenly regret opening that up."

"I thought about going to a gyno and you’re the first one that came to mind.” she leans back on the wall while gazing intently at me.

"Well, you have come to the best one," I mutter with a confident grin. I may only be a few years in this career but I have already made a name for myself.

"I can tell that." she smiles. "I don't have any words of wisdom for you today unless you need it?"

My eyes lit up. "Not at the moment."

"I guess everything worked out fine with—what's her name again?" she tilts her head and digs through her thoughts, "Emily right?"

I let out an inspired smile. "Your memory is impressive, and yes, everything worked out really fine, and I couldn't be any happier."

"That sounds great!" A seemingly genuine smile swells out of her lips.

An ex-fling being actually happy for your love life? She should become the 8th wonder of the world, Bro!

"Well, shall we start?” I finally ended the conversation. For some reason, I want to get this over and done with.

I hear her heaving out a deep sigh before walking towards the examination table. She climbs up and positions herself carefully. I grab a white drape from one of the drawers and cover the lower half of her body.

"I have never thought that I would be half-naked in front of Alexander Greene once again, in a non-s****l reason," she comments in a serious tone with her eyes fixed on the ceiling, and it summons a soundless chuckle out from me.

I then grab a pair of gloves from the box and snap them on. "Can you lie back down and relax for me?"

"Sure,"

I position myself beside her and untie her gown from the back of her neck. I pull her gown aside, exposing her left breast, and half of the right one.

I have almost forgotten how perky her n*****s were, and those sprinkle of freckles across her round fleshes.

"Just put your arm right here…Yes. Like that." I place her arm overhead for the proper angle of her breast. I start to inspect it for symmetry and the likes.

Dude, do you remember that one night you f****d her? You fondled those t**s out like a horny teenage boy!

What the f**k? That was like eons ago, and I have already forgotten about it.

I take a deep breath and compose myself. f*****g subconscious. I try my best to be as professional as I can ever be as I start to touch her breast.

Her breath audibly deepens as my fingerpads start to move vertically up and down her breast as if I'm mowing a beautiful, soft lawn. Her n*****s seem to become even harder when I pass over one.

Actually, I'm already used to this kind of reaction from women. It's either I have these magic fingers, or my patients are just habitually horny.

Or maybe because the AC is on and it's a normal reaction to a cold environment?

"Since when did you notice this lump and has its size changed?" I start to ask questions while feeling the small, palpable mass on the outer edge of her left breast.

"Just yesterday. I was standing in front of my full-length mirror," she catches my eyes, and continues,"...naked, and decided to play with my t**s. And then I felt some grape-sized lump right here." She guides my hand over the spot on her breast.

My eyes darted on her lips, and I suddenly remember how she sucked my c**k like a pro.

"This one, right?" I validate the exact spot she's pointing at, pushing these irrelevant thoughts away.

"Yes, right there." she almost whispers.

I already have a diagnosis in mind, but I need another investigation to confirm this.

"I was pretty sure I had cancer, thanks to Google. I actually wasn't able to sleep well last night because of this," she adds, lounging forward to look at me with her worrying eyes.

Some people these days would just hop online and fish for a diagnosis when in fact it would just make them jittery and sleepless. The best thing to do with situations like this is to visit a doctor because it requires examinations and tests to properly diagnose a disease, and not just mere guessing and s**t.

I move to her other breast and begin feeling it, inspecting it, and as I pass over her n****e, I feel her breathing deepens once again, but I didn't dare to look her in the eyes. I don't know why this is making me uncomfortable, and for some reason, Emily in her pajamas wearing her sulky face enters my mind.

I need to get my s**t together so I can get this examination over and done with.

"I need to do a breast ultrasound to examine further and confirm my diagnosis." I blurt out after a few moments.

"Sure, do everything that is needed."

"Alright. I'm going to lower this blanket a bit so that I can apply the ultrasound gel." I explain my actions as I sit on the rolling stool, my hand reaching for the machine to turn it on.

"That feels surprisingly...satisfying," she comments as I start to squirt the gel on her left breast.

The way her eyes follow my every movement is making me a bit uncomfortable. I prefer it if she would just focus on the impressive design of my office's ceiling.

I then place the bottle of gel down and bring the ultrasound wand down on her breast. I move it around, purposely avoiding her n****e and stop right over the lump.

"There it is," I murmur with my eyes fixed on the solid mass on screen. "You have nothing to worry about, Natalie. What you have is benign."

"Benign? You mean, that thing after be-eight?"

A corner of my lips curves up as my eyes glaze at her cringey joke. "What you’re having is a simple Fibroadenoma and this is usually left alone."

"So you mean… it has nothing to do with cancer, right?"

"This doesn't increase your risk for breast cancer in the future. The growth of this harmless lump is most common in women your age, and usually related to hormones."

She lounges back and pulls out a sigh of relief. "Oh thank God."

After putting back, I put the lever back and walk around to grab some tissues. I hand them to her, and she sits up to wipe off the gel from her skin.

She continues to watch me in silence as I encode all my findings in the computer.

"I advise you to do a breast self-examination or attend a screening regularly. It’s very essential, Natalie, so you can detect the signs of possible breast cancer."

"I will definitely put that in mind, Dr. Greene. This lump would just disappear and I have nothing to worry about, right?"

"Most fibroadenomas stay the same size. Some get smaller and some eventually disappear over time. It can also get bigger during pregnancy and breastfeeding but usually reduce in size again afterward. But well…” I pause for a second. “For your peace of mind, you also have the option to remove it. The downside is…it will somehow distort the shape and texture of your breast. Think about it, Natalie."

I prefer if she would just leave it alone...right, Alexander?

I shut my eyes closed as I curse my f*****g inner thoughts.

"I see. I will definitely think about removing this..."

"Take your time." I continue to encode my findings when she again calls out my attention.

"I was wondering if you could just have a quick look. Since I'm already here, I might just let you check everything…"

With one eyebrow raised, I give her an appraising look, pondering whether she has some other motives aside from genuine care of her health.

I take a quick scan of her chart once again⁠—from her menstrual history to family history, drug use, and the likes, but everything is normal.

"Sure," I dismissively say.

I walk towards the table and step right between her legs, avoiding her leering eyes.

"Lie back," I sit on the stool and roll it forward on its wheels. I gently place each of her feet on the stirrups and elevate the stool so my face would level her p***y.

"I hope everything's okay down there…" she mutters.

I grab the edge of the drape and lift it all the way up to her abdomen. It looks like she just had her Brazilian wax a few hours ago.

I take a deep breath as I part her legs and visualize her p***y.

She’s wet as f**k, but not as wet as Emily during her first consultation with me. A smirk appears on my lips at the recall.

"I don't have any STD, right?" Natalie asks.

"Everything looks perfect, Natalie." I dismissively reply.

"From the outside? Can you check… further?"

My jaw tenses at her request. This woman starts to become a bit annoying. I spread her lips apart and get up from the stool to meet her eyes.

"Take a deep breath and relax,"

With my other hand on top of her knee, I slid two fingers inside her, and I swear I heard her subtly moaned.

I immediately pull away and say, "Everything feels okay,"

"Wait," she grabbed my arm before I could walk away. "Can you...double-check? Just to be sure?"

With an irritated look taking over me this time, I immediately sank two fingers into her p***y once again. I can see how her lips part as I go deeper, hitting a tender spot. Another moan, more audible this time, slips out of her as she clutches on the edge of the bed.

What the f**k is she doing?

I think this is enough. I have to stop it right now before things become out of hand.

Dude, what if she’s genuinely worried about her reproductive health?

Images of Emily purchasing a shotgun and shooting me start to play inside my head, though it’s totally improbable because my kitten is a total sweetheart.

Natalie is actually nice and I like her. We had our lunch that day and we both had a great time. She left me some advice regarding Emily and convinced me to go after her and we parted ways without any drama.

But this version of her today is making me cringe.

Without a word, I pull my fingers out of her and snap the gloves out of my hands before throwing them into the bin.

"Is it done?" she curls up, disappointment visible in her face.

"Yes. You worry too much, Natalie. Everything about you is pretty much healthy. Get dressed."

Before I could leave the room, she again spoke.

"I’m having a party with my friends at this really cool club next week, you might wanna join us. My last audition was pretty successful."

"Audition?" I’m suddenly curious.

"I got the lead role for a huge Hollywood movie, and that definitely calls off for a celebration."

I didn’t know that she’s actually a legit actress.

"That's...great! I'll check my schedule then I'll call you."

"You have my number, right?" she asks as she takes off the paper gown and covers herself with the blanket. The view is pretty similar to that morning after I f****d her in my bed, but things are pretty different now, way different.

"Yes, I do have it." I’m not sure if her name is still on my contact list. Either way, I can find all her information in her chart.

"Great. It was nice seeing you again, Alexander." She flashes me a radiant smile.

"You too, Natalie,"

I heave a deep sigh of relief as I finally close the door behind me. As I walk in the hallway, I suddenly have the sudden urge to call Emily and check up on her.

I dialed her number and it started ringing.

She immediately answers, "Hello?" Just hearing her voice calms my ragged nerves right away.

"Baby, I'm going home now. I miss you." I sweetly said.

"I'm here at school. I just took some stuff for the graduation ceremony. Can you pick me up? Right now? Please?"

I didn't know that she went to her school today.

My forehead creases. "Is everything fine?" I have a feeling that she’s not okay.

"I'll tell you everything when you get here. Just…come over now, quickly."

My heartbeat accelerates at her tone. Is my baby in danger?

I rushed to the elevator, and before I could slip inside, I heard Natalie’s voice behind me.

"Oh hey, forgot something?" I asked her. The elevator door closes again, so I have to f*****g wait for another couple of minutes for it to get on my floor again.

"Yeah, I forgot to tell you something." She looked serious.

I step back with a frown. It better be serious or else…

*****To be continued*****

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