HURT FOR ME

Chapter Thirty-Eight - Departure

"There is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go."

- Tennessee Williams

Aaron Adair

The doctors had advised Olivia to stay a few extra days in the hospital for close monitoring of her levels and overall well-being. However, today marked the fourth additional day, and Olivia had grown frustrated and tired of being confined to the hospital.

A knock echoed through the room, and Kavanaugh appeared in the doorway, wearing a smile. "Hi guys," he greeted us warmly. "I can see you're both eager to go home." Olivia nodded emphatically, expressing her desire to leave the hospital. "My team and I have reviewed your progress, and we've decided that there's no need to keep you here any longer."

"That's great to hear," Olivia responded with relief, her voice reflecting her genuine happiness at the prospect of finally leaving the hospital.

"Everything looks perfect, both with the pregnancy and the tumors," he explained. "However, I would highly recommend coming in for weekly checkups," he suggested, his tone indicating the importance of regular monitoring. "Renal Cell Carcinoma, especially the type you have, can exhibit rapid growth at any time, and it's crucial to closely monitor its progress."

Olivia continued to nod along, eagerly anticipating the moment when Kavanaugh would hand her the discharge papers to sign, signaling her release from the hospital. After a few more minutes of discussion, he finally handed her a white sheet of paper, which she promptly signed. With the signed copy in his possession, Kavanaugh bid his farewell and left the room, allowing Olivia to finally begin her journey towards freedom from the hospital.

"Can you lock the door?" Olivia requested from me.

As Olivia prepared to change out of the hospital gown, I took a step towards the door, ensuring privacy by turning the metal lock to prevent anyone from entering the room.

She requested my assistance in untying the knots that the nurses had left in the gown. It took me a moment to carefully untie them, making sure not to pull too hard or cause any discomfort. Once the knots were undone, the loose gown gracefully slid down her torso, then down her legs, until it gently landed on the ground. In that moment, her beautiful and full shape was revealed, a testament to the journey she had been through and the new life she carried within.

"Jesus," I muttered softly under my breath, unable to contain my awe at Olivia's stunning appearance. Her response was a gentle giggle, adding a touch of lightness to the moment as she gracefully stepped out of the discarded gown, ensuring it was safely out of her way.

"What?" Olivia asked, her gaze fixed on me reflected in the floor-length mirror attached to the small closet in the corner of the room. Sensing her anticipation, I took a moment to gather my thoughts before answering her.

"I didn't think it was possible for you to become even more beautiful," I expressed, my voice filled with genuine admiration as I gently caressed her round stomach. "But seeing you carrying our child... it's an indescribable kind of beauty." My words illuminated her face with joy, and I couldn't help but respond with a loving smile. Planting soft kisses along her shoulder and neck, I conveyed my affection and appreciation for her in that intimate moment.

Her grip on my arm tightened as she let out a soft, pleasurable moan in response to my kisses. The intimate moment between us intensified as I continued to lavish attention on those spots, fully aware of the effect it had on her. Our close figures in the mirror only heightened the intensity of the moment, reflecting our desire and connection. However, as much as we were both enjoying the intimate exchange, a sense of urgency pulled us back to reality. Reluctantly, I pulled my lips away from her soft skin, allowing my breath to linger for a moment before focusing on assisting her in getting dressed.