CRASH: Love in Scrubs

by C. Monet

But that low southern, thick drawl made my stomach do flips and my pussy purr.

Not fresh out of consciousness

“You save lives for a living and still look this beautiful after a car accident? Yeah, I’m in trouble.”

Oooop

“I’m sure you don’t. But then again, I don’t know if you’re single because you’re crazy or because somebody fumbled.” He paused, studying my face. “You crazy, MiMi?”

Lmaoooo

Not to mention she was acting delusional as fuck, We’d hooked up back when she was still working over at Central Side General.

She def switched on purpose

“The day was perfect, Ma,” I said, smirking. “Pretty sure I met my wife today.”

Ooooop

“Fine as hell, got an attitude, and loves her son. The kind of woman you bring home. Mark my words I’m bringing her home.”

Welp get ready mimi

I had no business looking at that boy's mama the way I was—it was reckless as hell. But she made it too damn easy to forget protocol.

Now you remember lol

A nigga ain’t never had a firefighter. And now I couldn’t stop wondering what that might be like. All that strength, that command, that stamina, wrapped between soft and toned thighs.

Just like a nigga

Her eyebrows were scrunched up, and I could tell she was about to try some reverse psychology on me. I was gonna let her. Happy wife. Happy life.

Ok happy wife happy life

“Yeah, she’s single, if that’s what you meant to ask,” he laughed as we worked through easy stretches.

Lmaooo

You did exactly what you needed to do. I would’ve been disappointed if you hadn’t checked him. I know my lady got some bark and an even bigger bite.”

My lady. Oh

If that’s how she wanted to play it, then that’s how we’d play it. She was about to find out that I went by actions, not words.

Get her

“I’ll go get our son,” I said, stepping back with a smile and a wink. “Don’t go anywhere.”

Not our son

But Malik didn’t give off reckless or fast, but something about him screamed he’d put me through a mattress and coach me through it. Real soft talk, locked eye contact, can’t-feel-your-legs-after type energy.

And you playing

“Yep. Nice to finally put a face to the group chat,” she teased, making me grin. My baby had me in the group chat? I felt like I’d made varsity or some shit.

Not the groupchat!

a project baby would always be a project baby.

Project babyyyyy

My brows furrowed, and I watched both of us instinctively reach for weapons, her from under the cushion, me checking my waistband. I shook my head and smiled. She got sexier by the gah’damn minute.

Oooop

“Watch your mouth,” I said thumping his ass on the lip.

Lmao why would he do that

“I want to be with you. I’m ready to see a man about a horse.”

Oooop

I was collecting them like J.Lo collected engagement rings.

Lmao sir

Rommy: Was it? I feel like I owe you some more, especially after that reverse cowgirl... let me stop before I embarrass myself. Oh, and the way you ate the dick up. I’m adding you to my accounts tomorrow.

Bahaha

“It was eat it, beat it, delete it, right?”

Ooooop

“I heard part of your phone call earlier. At Ms. Yolanda’s house.”

Uh oh

Shit, I’d fucked around and become a baby daddy.

Lmaoooo

Then there was the hurt of discovering that both Malik and my own son had conspired to keep secrets from me, making decisions about my life like they were in the mafia or something.

Smh like they tried to protect her ugh

Mr. Three Names himself is going to flip and expect a proposal soon after.

Lmao three names

“I didn’t want you stressing about affording it, but when we were in Alabama, he let me drive on some back roads when we went to the store. He made it clear it was only if you were cool with it.”

Malik being a father. She not used to help

She could pull a Halle Bailey and never speak on it until the baby took its first breath. It was her world.

Not Halle

“Damn, you put a mortgage on ma’s finger.”

Lmaooooo

“Oh yeah... I remember your fine ass.” Halo’s expression went cold instantly, which was odd; she was the one who asked me to hand deliver him. “I forgot about you the minute I left your house.” “Bullshit Halima,” Davinci said with that cocky grin, stepping closer. “I’m the only nigga in this room you see right now, ain’t I?”

Not the gov