Chapter Forty-Five

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Willow sat on a gurney in the emergency room watching Brom usher Maia up and down the hallway. She'd spent the afternoon in the emergency room with nurses and auxiliary staff fawning over her. The little cretin was loving the attention until bedtime rolled around.

She became irritable and fussy. Falling asleep in such a strange place, with all the lights and noises was trying for Maia but Brom handled her outbursts with grace. He was much better with her than Willow had given him credit for. He knew just was to do to settle the anxious infant.

Maia yawned and sleepily rubbed her red-rimmed eyes. She placed her head on Brom's shoulder and nuzzled in close to his neck. His large hand smoothed languid circles on her back, lulling her to sleep.

When he noticed Willow watching, he gave her a thumbs up to let her know Maia had fallen asleep. Shortly after, a young man in his late 20s stalked up to Brom. He wore the long white coat of a physician and stethoscope around his neck. 

Willow could not make out his face but from his confident strides and heads turning as he passed, he must have been something. She focused on his closely cropped black hair and smooth deep brown skin. She silently wondered what he looked like. He shook hands with Brom and greeted him as Mr. Cromwell.

He went on to divulge the details of her case. "Your wife had a pretty nasty fall. So, we'd like to keep her overnight for observation. She appears to have a mild concussion but there is no swelling in the brain or bleeding that's observable at this point. We'll give her something to keep her comfortable in the meantime. I would encourage you to initiate fall precautions in that bathroom to avoid events like this in the future. I'll be rounding again in the morning if you have any additional questions. You have a beautiful daughter, you must be very proud," The man said smiling

"I am, thank you," Brom said squeezing Maia just a little tighter.

"Mrs. Cromwell was resting so I leave it to you to let her know what's going on."

"I'll speak to her. Thanks again" Brom gave him a firm handshake and started towards her gurney.

"What was that Brom?" Willow asked with wide eyes. The large blue and purple bruise covering one side of her forehead swelled to the size of a fist. Brom let out a chuckle. She looked like the Bride of Frankenstein, but she was still his Willow. He'd take her lumpy forehead and all.

"The doctor was just giving me an update about your results."

An incredulous look crossed her face, "Why is giving it to you and not me?"

Smiling, Brom's eyes darted to the left and right, anywhere but her glowing amber eyes. "He thinks I'm your husband."

Willow shook her head slowly, "Brom, now why the hell did you give him that idea?" She huffed, raising her voice just a few decibels. The effect of which was an immediate intense headache and a wave of nausea. She pulled a blue emesis bag to her mouth a heaved.

"Gotta watch that temper, Will. The man is just seeing what's obvious to everyone else but you." He leveled his intense blue gaze on her.

She shifted uncomfortably. "Don't call me Will." She sneered.

"Jesus tits on Christ. Woman you are stubborn something fierce," He chortled watching her defensive posture. She lay back on the gurney arms crossed, nose in the air, eyebrows furrowed with a sharp gaze that pin him down.

"I gotta work tomorrow afternoon, so I'll get Amber to watch Mai, but she won't be home till morning, and you need to stay overnight," He cocked his head in her direction.

"The hell I am! I am not staying the night!" She raised her voice again forgetting the pain that almost certainly followed each flare of her temper. When it hit her like a ton of bricks, she winced trying hard to hide her pain from him.

"Give it a rest Willow," Brom shrugged nonchalantly "It's doctor's orders."

"Nope, I'm going home." She started to shift the blankets and swung her legs over to one side placing her bare feet on the cold floor.

He stood in front of her, he placed a hand on her shoulder to halt her efforts. Willow dropped onto the gurney, sitting with an indignant attitude.

"Look, you either stay here or I'm babysitting you and Maia tonight, either way you are not staying alone." His insistence was starting to irk her.

"Fine. As long as it gets me out of here." She stood while he didn't move back. They were inches apart. A chill suddenly crept down her spine, the intimacy of their closeness was very unsettling. She tore her gaze away from him and grabbed her purse from the bedside chair.

"Come on Detective, what are we waiting for? The second coming?"

One corner of his lips pulled upwards in a charmingly lopsided grin. He held Maia in his arms as they left the hospital. He couldn't help but draw the attention of nearly every female and even some males as they walked the aisle toward the exit. '

Skirt chaser' she thought snidely.

When they arrived. Brom put Maia to bed in her room. Despite Willow's protestations, he opened bedding on the floor next to her bed making ready for the night ahead.

"Just pretend I'm not here." He said taking two of the four pillows on her queen-sized bed and adding them to his makeshift cot.

Rolling her eyes, "I frequently do." She had already showered and changed. She wore soft cotton long sleeve shirt and matching pants covered with teddy bears. Brom made a point to sneer when she first emerged from the bathroom.

"I'll go wash up. Try and get some sleep. I'll check on you when I'm out."

She waved him off and tucked herself under her fleece blanket. She hadn't heard when he turned the shower on, but she heard him shut the bathroom door and watched him as he moved towards her bedside in the dim light. 

He was bare-chested and wore grey pajama pants. His body was wrapped in hard chiseled muscle. His arms rippling with sinewy muscle. His body was a little thicker than Legolas'. She watched through hooded eyes while he rubbed lotion on his bare chest and arms. Her knees involuntarily squeezing together, heat pooling at her core. She let her eyes drift lower to bulge in front of his pants and the nicely round derriere.

'Ugh. I need to buy a toy. Even Brom is starting to look like a snack,' She censored herself. Closing her eyes, she drifted into a sound sleep.

"Willow," She woke blinking into the darkness of the room.

"What, Brom?" She groaned.

"I'm just making sure you're ok." He said with his warm large hand resting on her shoulder. She was on her side facing away from him she turned to look back and spoke to his figure cloaked in darkness.

"I'd be better if you didn't wake me up." He turned on the lamp, the sudden light blinding her momentarily.

"Here," he said handing her a pill and a glass of water. "I figured you might be in pain. I mean you look like you got hit by a truck."

"Jesus, Brom, don't you know you have to be gentle with a woman?" She said taking the cup and medication from him.

He leaned down close to her until his lips nearly brushed her ear. "Trust me you won't want me to be when its time."

"Ugh, Brom," She pushed him off. He went away laughing.

When morning finally came. Willow found she'd gotten a decent night of rest all things considered. She stretched her body feeling a soreness starting on the side of her head. As she pushed back, she felt a warm body against hers.

She reached back unsure of what she was feeling. Her hands found purchase on something thick, long and hard. She slowly turned around to see Brom sleeping behind her. They were practically spooning. She looked down horror-struck to see she had her hand wrapped around his morning wood.

She quickly released him and slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle a scream.

"Don't stop now. You were just getting to the good bit." A deep sultry voice said. Dark lashes fanned open above electric blue eyes and enthralled her.

Feeling awash with embarrassment, she responded haughtily, "Fuck you, Brom."

"I thought you'd never ask." He said attacking her lips with his own.

The sensation was so foreign that it startled her. She fought it at first and fought him but overwhelmingly wave of pleasure that hit her when their lips met was too much to ignore. His tongue slipped inside her mouth, provoking some of the most hedonistic sensations she'd ever felt. His hands sank in her hair. She relented and let her arms slide around his neck. When she felt his palm against her breast, something jolted her out of the fantasy.

She pushed at his chest creating distance between them, "Brom, that was a mistake. This isn't going any further." She left the bed and then the room, leaving him more determined and confused than he'd ever been.


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