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The Text north wist started ajilane last night, screaming its way through the trees. It has bright hout to the area thle morning that should b melted soon. The word is coll, blowing my sleeves and tipping at my skin Chitside, the trees sway in a certain lythan with the gusts of air Maybe
light bare wy. Dust the in my house. I think I will celebrate and get tale out for the occasions.
Starting a tutte later today than usual, I walk into the clinic. Autora is there, and the place is packed, filled whil mothers and their sich pops: rmmy noses, roughs, sore throats, and ears. All the lotte ones look miserable as they lay their heads on their parents‘ laps or shoulders, coughing and whining
De Valentine will be bow for most of the day, those poor pups are so susceptible to infections. They are just like laman children until they shift. That’s why the pocks will fight for physicians and toy nut thein with massive incentives and perks. I wonder what they offered him to come here?
At least these last five days have been quiet with everyone leaving me alone. Not even the burler made an appearance to my home. He kept away, probably te pride content and care to his moon. The thought disturbs me, but it is not as bad as it used to be I can deal with it much better. I can maybe really for once in all these years just shrug the feeling of
Teal Valentine is in one of the small clinic rooms from the muttled voice behind the door. His smile is still contagiones even though it’s not turned my way torch him out of the side of my eve, Laghing as he comes out of a room with a small pop, whose eyes look all glassy and cheeles of red fire. He hashishand on the mother’s shoulder, smiling at her about something I just stand there watching for just a second too long before his eyes find mine.
verytime he catches me watching him I feel he must think I’m stalkerish.
“Good morning, va” Our dialogue is kept painfully simple
morning, Dr. Valentine.” He goes into another small room where a patient is waiting for him, not even pausing for the words to come out of my
It’s like he closed the curtains on us, the production that barely even started. Our story just stopped before it really had a chance to begin.
Putting my bag down on my desk,1 take a seat. My cheeks are thushed trem seeing him. I’m still so very fond of his face, I just can’t shut my emotions off. Even though he told me that we should keep it professional, I just can’t help tantasizing about him and that kiss.
Friday, everyone is excited for the weekend, and I decided that I’m painting my bedroom. The color? Agreeable grey. The lady at the paint shop convinced me to buy it. I also bought this beautiful davet. It’s really a big fluffy cloud, a cocoon I don’t want to get out of in the morning. The cover for it is pomegranate red; the lady at the bedding store said it suited me
My Friday is a very quick half day; De Valentine’s in and out of rooms. I keep my door open. I can’t resist attempting to catch glimpses of his face. I can see the lines in his forehead, how he gives the prescriptions to the mothers. The stubble on his jay from at least six days‘ worth of growth, the slant of his shoulders, the war the top button on his collar is undone because it’s becoming too tight around his neck. For the smallest fraction of a second,I can
this eyes as they touch mine before he turns away
My last appointment is Kimberly, who’s chewing gum, looking like such a small juvenile. No older than me when I first shifted. She still doesn’t have her
dult features yet. Her hips are still so narrow, she needs more meat on her bones. This is going to be extremely hard on her.
“Come in, Kimberly.” Ismile easily to her, not showing any teeth, trying to calm her nerves down. I put my hand on her shoulder, a little rub of comfort.
The door to the clinic opens, and Clayton walks in. He’s looking right at me. He takes my breath away…he will always take my breath away. It’s what the moon wants, and he will always do that to me
Quickly leading her into the examining room, Ishut the door tight
“Sorry about him coming My mom’s gone with Kennedy, and Dad had this meeting this morning. I don’t drive yet, so he brought ine” She’s staring at the pictures I have put up with those newborn faces.
“That’s all right, Kimberly. Nothing to apologize for.” I try my best to sound believable.
“Let’s have a look at you, shall we? She climbs up on the table, pulling her shirt up to expose the slight protrusion of her belly. Her hand naturally starts to rub her tummy as all future mothers do. Taking her measurements, I notice that she’s falling shy of what should be her normal progression. With such a young age, this is the first warning sign that something is off.
“Kamberly, are you eating at least five meals a day?” She looks away from me, guilty. “Yes.
