“Vivian, if you weren’t taken, I would release you as my patient and make you my own. You are such a special woman and any man would be lucky to have you in his life. I would love that opportunity myself honestly,” I sat there staring at him. I was speechless, so I just let him continue. “I am the same age as your fiancé; I can take care of you and give you the lifestyle you want. Keegan has a sweet deal there. Regardless, none of that matters, since you are, in fact, taken. So, I think I’ll keep you as my patient so I can at least keep very close tabs on you, beautiful.” He kissed me on the forehead, winked at me, and walked out of the room. My contractions stopped.
I just sat there, still speechless. Where the god damn hell did that come from? He released me to go home a couple hours later and arranged for a ride to get me there. I was home before Keegan was home from his night off. To this day, I haven’t told Keegan about what happened at the hospital.
As I settled back onto my comfy spot on the couch, I booted up my laptop to look through my wedding folder. If we planned the wedding for the fall of 2010, the baby would be around six months old. That would be enough time to lose the baby weight and fit back into my gown.
Keegan arrived home roughly around midnight, happy, but visibly nervous—he had obviously just come back from seeing his sex buddy, Anne. He brought a fresh bouquet of flowers and a small jewelry box. I could tell he needed that release, but he was also terrified he had just ruined our relationship.
He leaned in for a kiss and put his hand on my jawline, while looking me in the eyes like he was studying me. “I love you, thank you for being you, Vivian,” he said as he kissed me passionately. He sat down with me and although he was clearly exhausted and needing a shower, he looked through the wedding folder of pictures I had amassed. “I’m impressed! You have over 800 images saved in this folder,” he said, pointing to the lower left hand corner of the screen. “We can do whatever you want for our wedding. You just let me know how much it is and I’ll take care of it,” he said beaming.
After realizing there wasn’t any real fallout, Keegan was absolutely beaming. It was like he had won the lottery of life. That made me feel good, to be part of that and to make it possible for him to feel this happy.
Anne and Keegan continued this no-strings-attached affair until after the baby was born. They did not stop seeing each other until her husband began having moral issues with the fact that I was now able to please my husband myself. The two respectfully parted ways—I was thankful for that. As happy as she made him in the bedroom, I just kind of wanted our life and our relationship to move forward.