Felix (New York Players #4)

by Lulu Moore

“Hello, I’m Doctor Marks, Orthopedic Attending.” I greeted them, before looking at Felix, whose face was contorted in pain. I brushed his hair away from his forehead, feeling his clammy skin. “Lex, it’s Molly.” He looked up at me, the cerulean blue eyes I knew so well, focused on mine, clearly full of pain. His pupils weren’t overly large, and I gave a silent thanks that it was unlikely he had a head injury. “Molly?” he grunted. “Fuck. It fucking hurts. Make it stop.”

“That being said, I was there the first time you saw her, so I will always have your back.”

“I think if there’s the smallest chance you could find love like I have, then you should go for it. Guys, love is awesome, you gotta just go for it.” He clasped his palm to his chest, right over his heart. “Emerson is my person and Molly is your person, and Jupe – what’s her name?” “Whose name?” “Your hypothetical love that you lost?” Jupiter closed his eyes with a long sigh. “Marnie.” “Marnie is your person, Jupe. And we can work on her once we’ve fixed Felix. Everyone deserves love.”

I wasn’t really listening to her, except for the part where we’ll just blame Drew. Because that was genius and accurate.

How many cells does the brain contain? And for an extra bonus point, how many of mine are currently thinking about you? (Answer – all of them)

“Chérie, that’s natural. You’ve only known medicine and now things are changing, but that’s not a bad thing. Change always feels big and scary, but I raised you to be a strong, intelligent woman. You can do this, and you deserve to find happiness outside of this hospital.”

Because after yesterday, after experiencing the perfection of her body pressed against mine, her legs wrapped around my waist as my tongue leisurely explored every inch of hers like we had all the time in the world, my dick was like a race car in pole position, engine revving, waiting for the flag to drop.

“Okay, first off, I don’t know where this attitude has just come from so do you think you could dial it down a notch? And second, how did I never realize you’re cute when you’re pissed?”

“It’s a boy,” he sniffed, before breaking into full blown sobs. “I have a son.”

“While we’re not taking any questions at this time, I can confirm that Molly and I are together. And we’re leaving. Happy New Year, guys.”

“Happy New Year, baby. This is the start of all the rest of the New Years, because from now on, I want all the New Years with you.”

It had been a while since I’d spent my entire day off in bed. It had been never since I’d spent my entire day off in bed having sex.

“Hey, think we can fit in a quickie?” “No. My vagina is closed for maintenance. You’ve ruined me. And how has your dick not fallen off?”

“Hey, Mol, you sure you don’t want a piece of me before I go under? You might want to wipe a bit of that drool off though.”

“As long as you’re my number one fan, then that’s all I care about.”

“I’m in love, love you, Doctor Marks.”

“Oh my God, I’m in love. Who was that?” Huck announced loudly, his arms stretched out wide as he walked in, joining us at the table. “Who?” “That insanely hot female in your driveway?” He leaned back in the chair, putting his feet on the table. I promptly knocked them off. “Who?” “Blonde chick? Tight, tight ass. Yoga pants.”

We started to move off when Nora put her arms around Coach, kissing him on the cheek. “Okay, I need to head off. Bye, Dad, see you later.” “Bye, baby.” Dad? Baby? Well this was an unexpected turn of events.

Happy Valentine’s Day, Mol. The first one of forever. I love love love you. Felix xxx P.S. Do you know how many times a day the human heart beats? About one hundred thousand, and all of my heartbeats are for you <3

“Oh my God, you’re so cheesy.” A toothy grin beamed out at me. “Are you telling me that’s not the truth?” “I’m telling you, you’re a cheese ball.” “Good job you love cheese then, isn’t it?”

“Stop fucking saying you’re sorry! I’m sick of hearing it. Stop fucking apologizing for loving your job! And stop fucking underestimating me!”

“You think I don’t know that our lives will revolve around your job? That you won’t always come home when you say you will? That when we have kids, I’ll be the one on diaper duty and doing the school drop off? I get that. I’m not the one changing lives here, you are.” Her bloodshot eyes bore through me. “We’re having kids?” “Yes we fucking are! We’re a family, dammit, and that’s what I see in our future. Don’t you?”

“I’m trying. I don’t like failing, and I didn’t want to fail at us. My heart aches all the time from loving you, and if we don’t work out, then I don’t know if I can cope with that.”

“I’m not retiring because of you. I love hockey, it’s been my life for as long as I can remember. It connected me to my grandparents, and it saved me from my parents. It brought me to you. I love hockey, but I don’t love it as much as I love you. My accident shook me up, but it also brought me you, and I don’t know how long it would have taken us to find each other without it. And that shakes me more. I’m not retiring for you, it’s just time for me to retire, but that doesn’t mean I’m not also doing it for us.”

“It’s always been you, Mol, since the first time I saw you standing outside the locker rooms twelve years ago. And maybe we’ve been doing this all wrong, or I’ve been doing this wrong. Maybe you didn’t trust us to get through things or trust me to stick around because you thought I needed to catch up with your feelings, I don’t know, but I was already there. And now I know for certain where the rest of my life is headed, I want it to start right now. Hockey’s not my future, you’re my future. So no, we don’t need one of those charts after next year, because I’ll just fit around your schedule.”

Lex, you’re my future too. You’ve always been my future. I love you so much. I love love you so, so much.”

The smile I adored made an appearance, his face creasing up in happiness, soothing my aching heart and drying up my tears like sunshine after a storm. Because the storm had passed and we’d survived. And were stronger because of it.

“Marry me, Mol. Marry me and have my babies.” Her eyes opened wide. Even in the dark I could see the gold glinting. “What?” “Marry me. I love, love you, so fucking much. I want you to marry me.” Her hand pressed against the side of my cheek with a soft, whispered sigh. “Yes. Yes I’ll marry you and have your babies. But can we go to sleep first?”

This life wouldn’t be for everyone, but it’s ours, and for us, it’s perfect. I don’t want to change a second of it. The next chapter’s about to begin. And I can’t fucking wait.