After a lazy morning in bed, they showered, grabbed a light lunch and checked in to the very posh hotel over looking Baltimore harbor. Holly suggested getting ready in the hotel suite. When Tracey stepped into the hotel lobby, she was awestruck by the polished marble floors, the works of modern art displayed through the hotel and awe-inspiring twelve foot waterfall which was the focal point of the hotel. It was if the entire building was shaped around the water feature. Standing next to the reflecting pool, Tracey watched the water cascading over the edge. She glanced at Holly who was speaking with the concierge. The man laughed at Holly's comment and continued to smile with his eyes as he stole a glance Tracey's way. Holly turned to look at her as well. When her eyes met the doctor's, she felt a shiver run through her body. She couldn't wait to be with Holly again. Not only did the hotel render her speechless, the look Holly was giving her was causing explosions in her southern regions. She couldn't wait to get to their room. Holly wanted this evening to be special and hadn't spared any expense.
Tracey was just as impressed with their room. On the fifth floor, the suite overlooked the harbor. A small sitting area just inside the door housed a wet bar and big screen HDTV. In a separate room, the master suite held a King size bed with red, brown and gold colored pillows and bedding. The bathroom held a Jacuzzi tub and glass encased shower with multiple jet heads at strategic locations. Off the bedroom, the large sliding glass doors led to a small balcony. Although it was February, Tracey ventured outside in the bitter cold to stand at the railing. Holly stood in the room and watched her as she leaned slightly over the railing.
"Don't lean too far. I really wouldn't know how to explain it." Holly commented as Tracey sent her an award winning smile. Tracey came back into the room, shutting out the cold. She wrapped her arms around Holly's waist and backed her to the giant bed.
"This is spectacular." Tracey covered Holly's mouth with her own. "You're spectacular." She cupped Holly's center through her slacks. She felt Holly jump at the contact. "Please tell me we have time." Tracey traced her fingers along the inseam of Holly's slacks. She added pressure when she felt her harden clit.
"Yes." Holly's strained breathy voice filled her ear. Tracey unsnapped the button at Holly's waist and slowly lowered the zipper. The sound seemed to echo off the walls of the large room. She went slowly, moving her hand along the moist cotton panties covering Holly's center. Holly's hips instantly lifted from the bed as she tried to make Tracey touch her.
"Please." Tracey skittered her tongue along Holly's neck and throat. She pushed aside the cotton material and entered Holly with two fingers. The wetness that greeted her made her groan. She had been with other women, but none like Holly. She wanted to come just from touching her. Her fingers massaged the swollen tissue, the pad of her thumb played with the bundle of nerves. She slowly drew her fingers in and out of Holly's center. Her pace increased as Holly's moans grew. Tracey bit down on the top of Holly's breast as she gyrated against Holly's body. Holly pulled open her shirt and bra for Tracey to gain access to her breasts.
"Fast..." Holly called out as Tracey greedily sucked at her breast. Taking it into her mouth, she played with the erect nipple, teasing it with her tongue and teeth. Holly held Tracey's head at her breast. The sucking pleasure of Tracey's mouth, fingers and thumb was strumming her dangerously to the edge of climax. "Harder!" Holly loosened her grip on Tracey's hair as Tracey reared up, abandoning the wet nipple. Gaining leverage, Tracey leaned on her free hand and pumped hard against Holly's center, she could feel the constriction of muscles around her fingers. She knew Holly was close to coming. She could hear the sound of skin slapping against her hand and forearm. She pumped deeper and harder, her lower body pressing against Holly's.
"There... there.." Holly's voice tapered off as she disappeared from her body for the moment. She felt the hot rush of moisture from her center, a female ejaculation. She had heard of them but never had one.
"Fuck!" Tracey screamed as she came. Her body collapsed on top of Holly's. It took a few minutes to recover. Tracey rolled on to her back, her hand still resting in the opening of Holly's slacks. "You okay?" She panted as she wondered what the hell had just happened.
"Oh yeah..." Holly cooed as she tried to catch her breath. She watched Tracey's wrist bounce up and down with the rise of her diaphragm. "That's a first." Holly felt the rush of heat to her cheeks.
"Was that?"
"I think so. It's the first time I've..."
"I'm the greatest!" Tracey lifted a hand and gave a fist pump in the air.
"Yes, you are." Holly rolled on to her companion and began to undo her pants. "Let me show you how much I appreciate you." Holly pulled her slacks and underwear off in one motion. She crawled between Tracey's legs, licking her lips. "You smell good." She lowered her head to the vee between her legs and let the tip of her tongue touch the swollen flesh. "I'm going to taste you." Holly positioned Tracey's legs over her shoulders and blew a hot breath on the pulsating flesh. "Do you want that?"
~
"I'm letting you know it may take a while." Tracey warned and went back to get ready for their night out. She wrapped a towel around her chest and examined her torso for any marks Holly may have left. She knew she left a sucker bite on Holly's shoulder. Her dress was a halter top that fell open to the middle of her back. She had a matching wrap to cover her shoulders and hoped that would cover any marks. Her lips were puffy in a thoroughly kissed fashion. She knew she would be sore but she didn't care. She wouldn't change the last twenty four hours for anything.
The burgundy colored silk dress she wore showed just enough cleavage. Tracey picked it out specifically for this evening. She wanted to let Holly know she was ready to move to the next level. She hadn't planned on sleeping with Holly before tonight. She just couldn't help it. She desired Holly too much to pass up the opportunity. Two strips of material ran from her neck and covered her breasts, the space between was open, with an amber pendant resting against her skin. The material gathered at the waist then fell to mid-thigh, silk stockings and matching three inch heels finished off her outfit. She wanted Holly to desire her. Tonight, she wanted to dress up and look sexy for the doctor. She couldn't wait to be seen on Holly's arm. Later she would savor the moment when she danced in Holly's arms. If the night followed the pattern of the day, she would end her evening under Holly's body, being ravished by her. She let out a small laugh, two hours ago she climaxed twice and now she could only think about Holly fucking her fast and hard. It was going to be a long night. She tried to reach behind her to secure the back zipper, but wasn't able to. Her pouting reflection stared back at her. She wanted to make an elegant entrance when she presented herself to Holly. Now she needed assistance with the zipper.
Sitting quietly on the couch in the other room, Holly stared at the television which was on but no sound came out. Lost in her thoughts, she wondered how long it was going to take for Tracey to ready. She had been warned but she didn't expect this. She was dressed and ready in twenty minutes. She took a little bit more time to work on her hair, throw on a basic coat of mascara and eyeliner. She didn't like lipstick since it made her mouth feel weird. Her outfit was a combination of old and new. She and Dr. Greg Walosky, her co-worker and friend went shopping for a new outfit, instead of the same old one she wore all the time. Greg found a metallic golden colored blouse which he described as fabulous and paired it with a new suit which Holly loved. The chocolate brown suit tapered her sides and slimmed her shoulders. The outfit looked great and made her comfortable. Never one to think of accents, she was grateful Greg picked out the jewelry she wore, a small gold band on her pinky finger, a gold rope chain and small hoop earrings. She looked at the clock on the television. If Tracey didn't get a move on, they would be late.
Tracey's high heels sank in the plush carpet of the suite as she walked into the sitting area. Holly was on the couch waiting, her left leg bounced with impatience. "Can you give me a hand?" Tracey asked as she watched Holly jump at the sound of her voice. She started to laugh and covered her mouth to hold in the enjoyment of scaring Holly. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to.." She stopped as Holly's face changed from fear to a quite different look. "What?"
"You're beautiful." Holly stepped closer. She lifted her hand to touch Tracey's face. "I am going to be the envy of every person we see tonight." Holly let her thumb trace her jaw line and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Tracey closed her eyes as Holly's lips touched hers. She had to get her need under control. They had plans tonight. She couldn't help the way her body reacted whenever Holly came close.
"Can you help with the zipper?" Tracey asked as her body automatically leaned into Holly's. Holly didn't respond but she did step behind Tracey. Warm, soft hands grazed her shoulders as a small kiss was dropped on the back of her neck, the hands wandering across the expanse of her back to the top of her dress. She felt the tug of zipper, then Holly placed her hands on her waist.
"Done." Was the soft whisper in her ear that sent the hair on her arms to full attention. "For now." Holly grazed her ear lobe with her lips. She stepped away quickly, afraid of where her thoughts were going.
"I suppose it would be upsetting to Simon if we stood him up?" Tracey said as if she could read the thoughts swimming through Holly's brain.
"I know. Allison would never forgive us."
"Ready?" Tracey asked as she threw her wrap over her shoulders and glided past Holly. She ran her fingers along Holly's forearm. "You look hot." Tracey commented as she looked over her shoulder, making sure Holly knew she was checking her out.
"It's going to be a long night." Holly muttered under her breath. She put her hand on the small of Tracey's back as they went to the elevator and into the lobby. The concierge who Holly spoke to earlier greeted them as they stepped into the lobby.
"Your car is waiting." His hand extended to the sleek black limousine idling at the front doors. The driver stepped out and opened the door for them. "Have a wonderful evening Dr. Graham, Miss Campbell."
"Thank you Daniel." Holly winked at him and followed Tracey into the back of the sedan. She slid next to Tracey who immediately placed a hand on her thigh.
"This is awesome." Tracey as she checked out the interior of the limousine. "You didn't have to do this."
"I didn't. Daniel arranged it. His son came into the ER. According to Daniel, I was the doctor who saved his life. I don't remember the exact case. There are a lot of people in and out. I told him he didn't have to."
"Is that what you were talking to him about earlier?" Tracey snuggled closer. Holly nodded and laced her fingers with Tracey's. "It's a nice surprise. This entire day has been the greatest day ever." Tracey gushed aloud. Holly laughed and kissed her lightly on the lips.
"Yes, it is." Holly held tight as the car pulled up in front of Tuxedo's. The line of customers ran outside the door. The driver pulled in front and the valets immediately stepped to the back door. The driver waved them off and opened the door for the women.
The waiting patron's peeked over each other's shoulders, trying to get a look at who was exiting the car. "Ready?" Holly saw Tracey's nod and stepped out of the car. She held her hand out for Tracey who was quickly at her side and staying close. One of the valets opened the door for them and in a few short minutes, they were in the warmth of the restaurant.
"Miss Campbell and Dr. Graham." The hostess greeted them with a smile as another employee asked for their coats. "Your table is ready. Chef Simon has asked to spend a few minutes with you if you don't mind." The elderly woman with fiery red hair led the way through the restaurant. Candles throughout the restaurant created a warm intimacy. There were a few customers who stopped eating to watch the striking couple walk by. "Simon will be out in a moment. Would you like a drink or the wine list?"
"The wine list." Holly said as she held Tracey's chair out for her. The red head nodded and set the wine list next to Holly's place. "Thank you."
"I'll be back in a few moments." The hostess turned from their table and headed into the kitchen. Unlike most of the tables, theirs had three chairs versus the standard four or two.
"Okay, I feel like Ashton Kushner is going to jump out any moment and say we've been punked." Tracey shifted in her chair, aware of the eyes looking her way.
"I'm enjoying this. I don't get out often and it's usually because Greg needs a date." Holly placed the linen napkin on her lap. She picked up the wine list. "Do you want some wine?"
"Yes." Tracey felt as if her nerves were in overdrive. She had never been treated like a VIP, ever. She was a high school Biology teacher. She didn't even want to look at how much the bottles of wine cost. She should have placed limits on the amount of money Holly spent this weekend. Between dinner and the hotel, Holly must have spent Tracey's monthly salary. "Don't get anything too pricey." Tracey's voice cracked.
Holly quirked an eyebrow at her companion and wondered what was going on. "You like cheap wine?" She saw the strange look that pass across Tracey face. "What's wrong?"
"It's just a lot of money. You shouldn't spend..." Tracey was cut off. "Yes, I should and I am." Holly covered Tracey's hand with hers.
"Do you know how long it's been since I've wanted to do something special for anyone?" Holly knew she had done more for Tracey than anyone else in her life. Even with Pam, she never had to wine and dine her. She never wanted to. "Can we settle one thing now?" Tracey looked up at her. "I want to do this for you, for us. If you let it go this one time, I promise never to do it again unless we want to. Is that agreeable?" Holly gave her a smile and pressed lightly against her fingers.
"Agreed." "So, do you still want cheap wine?" The snort from across the table was her answer.
"Good, because I think the chef would be offended." Holly gestured to the doors of the kitchen as a tall bald man with wide shoulders and waist approached their table.
Tracey turned to see Simon Wade walking towards them. She got to her feet to greet him. They had been paired up with Simon for Andy and Allison's wedding. They hit it off tremendously but hadn't seen each other since. Tracey knew once the couple had children, she would be seeing more of the chef. "Tracey Campbell!" He bellowed across the restaurant. He immediately engulfed her in his thick arms. "You are always a knock out. Sit, please." He whispered in her ear. Tracey sat down. The additional chair squeaked under his weight as he settled. "Who is this lovely woman at your table this evening? Hopefully the same one my sister was gushing about."
"It is. Simon, this is Holly Graham. Excuse me, Doctor Holly Graham."
"Please, just Holly."
"Something tells me you've earned the title of Doctor. Just like the title of Executive Chef, but I'd rather be called Simon."
"Simon, it is. Thank you for the treatment. The staff here has been wonderful." Holly saw the small look shared between them.
"Allison said I'd like her." Simon said. "I can't stay long but I wanted to visit with you. It's been too long."
"Any suggestions from the chef?" Tracey glanced at the menu then to Holly whose eyes lit up.
"How about I surprise you with something?" Simon got to his feet. "Anything you don't care for?"
"Are you kidding?" Holly laughed.
"We'll take care of anything you send out. I'm starving." She glanced at Tracey whose scarlet complexion matched the table cloth.
"Suggestions on the wine, Simon?" Tracey changed the subject quickly.
"I'll send something out." He gave her a kiss on the cheek and gave a wave to Holly.
They sat in silence for a few moments. The rumblings around the restaurant let the couple know they were again the focus of attention. "I think there are a few jealous folks in here tonight." Tracey smiled like the cat that ate the canary. "This was a great choice."
The bottle of wine arrived, a red burgundy pinot noir with a rich bouquet and complex blend of flavors. The silky taste danced across their palates. "Still want cheap?"
"Hell no." Tracey laughed. "Remind me never to be cheap again. Especially with wine."
Course after course of food arrived. Tracey was relieved that the portions were more of tasting samples. Simon sent out scallops wrapped in Kaffir lime leaves, a Banh cuon so tender and flaky it melted in their mouths, followed by the main course of a seared duck with a fig sauce. Dessert was a lemon-cherry parfait with chunks of sweet cherries mingled with the tanginess of lemon zest. Holly held her hands in the air when the wait staff approached with a silver covered tray. "Please, no more." She called out. Tracey shook her head as she scraped her spoon across her dish, trying to get the last of her dessert.
"If I knew no one would be looking, I think I would lick this dish." Tracey said as she popped the last bit into her mouth.
"From Simon." The waiter smiled as he stepped away. The staff conveyed the women's pleasure to the kitchen staff. In fact the entire evening in the dining room had been an adventure. As busy as it was, the dining room came to a stand still when the food was presented to the beautiful women who were guests of the chef. He walked away, knowing the other guests would be as surprised as the women.
"Go ahead." Holly pushed the platter towards Tracey. The gray eyes widened with mischief.
"I can't eat another bite. We're going to have to find some way to work off all this food." She placed a hand under her chin. "Can you think of a way to do that?"
"Stop. You've been very good and if you start now, these people may get a show they weren't planning on." Holly hid her smile with her napkin. "See what it is?" Tracey lifted the lid to reveal two red roses crossed together with a small note centered between them. Tracey lifted one to her nose to inhale the fragrance. She remembered the rose she found on her towel the night before. She hadn't told Holly about the incident. They didn't really speak that much about anything last night or this morning.
"You okay?" Holly asked. "You looked a little sad."
"Not tonight, I'll tell you tomorrow." Tracey handed her the other rose. "Thank you for a beautiful evening."
"Thank God Simon cooked." Holly smiled, knowing if she attempted to cook a meal Tracey would be better off going for fast food. "It's been a most enjoyable evening. Are you ready for some dancing?"
"I'd rather.."
"Miss Campbell?" They were interrupted by a tall man standing next to their table. Tracey did a double take at the man and realized it was Geoff Stanley. His daughter, Michelle was in the accident, and the one parent who threatened to sue the school. His stern blue eyes focused in on Tracey's cleavage.
"It appears as if you're the guest of honor here this evening." He continued.
"Mr. Stanley, nice to see you." Tracey tried to remain polite. She wasn't comfortable around parents while she was on a date.
"I hope you ladies are enjoying your evening. It's a shame to see two beautiful women unescorted on Valentine's Day."
"We're..."
"We're meeting our dates later. They were held up at work." Tracey quickly had a cover story for their lack of male companionship.
"If you're in need..." Geoff placed a hand on their table and began to lean down towards Tracey's ear.
"Mr. Stanley." Holly's voice grabbed the attention of the dark haired man. "You're family is looking for you." In the doorway a very agitated looking woman and a teenager on crutches glared their way.
There were a few awkward moments with the Stanley's at the restaurant. Tracey knew many parents would frown upon a lesbian teaching in the school system. In some states, teachers had been fired. Holly immediately sensed her discomfort and pulled away her hand away from Tracey's. "I'm sorry about the restaurant." Tracey apologized for the twentieth time. Holly squeezed her hand. "It's just..."
Holly leaned down and silenced her with her lips. The kiss slowly heated up. The awkward moment at the restaurant had both women questioning what the other was thinking. "I know your job." Holly filled in the blank. "I don't see how who you sleep with affects your students' grades."
"Some people freak out about it." Tracey let her hands rest on the waist band of Holly's slacks. The shimmering blouse under her jacket was opened to the center of her sternum. Tracey thought she looked good enough to eat.
"I thought schools were all about diversity and equality. I guess not." Holly said as she let her gaze travel over the crowd. "Shit." The word escaped as she caught the gaze of Pam Farmer from across the room. Her ex-girlfriend was dressed in tight leather pants and a white lace top.
"What?" Tracey asked as the expletive was released close to her ear.
"My ex." Holly stated flatly as she watched Pam walking their way.
"Happy Valentines Day!" Pam hollered as she approached and stood next to the couple. She leaned in to kiss Holly. Holly quickly backed away to avoid the EMT's lips. You've got to be kidding, she thought. The romantic night she was planning with Tracey was quickly spiraling out of control. Her ex-girlfriend dressed in skin tight black leather pants and the skimpy white lace blouse was drunk and trying to kiss her.
"Don't be a shit. Who's your friend?" Pam turned her pouting face to Tracey. "Hello." The sultry seductive voice Holly had become numb to filled her ears.
"Go away." Holly ground her teeth in annoyance. She felt Tracey tighten her grip on her hand.
"Easy Hol. I just wanted to meet your friend." Pam slightly slurred. "How about we go home and make it a threesome?" Pam's wobbly fingers reached towards Tracey's face.
"No." Holly shouted as she stopped Pam's hand from reaching its destination. "You're drunk and making an ass out of yourself." She saw the pissed look surface on Pam's face before she felt Pam's finger poking her in the chest. "Back the fuck down Pam." Holly growled.
"I was just verifying some info I got."
"What are you talking about?"
"Rumor was you're dating some hot chick." Pam glazed eyes studied Tracey for a moment.
"What do you care if I am dating someone? You sure as shit have no reason to question what I do." Holly barked.
"Guess they were wrong. Call me." Pam let her fingers linger for a moment on Holly's chest as attempted to dip them into Holly's cleavage.
"What the hell are you doing?" Holly pushed Pam away from her. "Leave me alone."
"Come on Holly, what's wrong? You used to like me?" Pam said as she put her hands on Holly's hips, trying to retain contact with the doctor. "Besides, we had some good times in the sack. Remember the night I let you..."
"Excuse us." Tracey grabbed Holly's hand and led them to the dance floor. "That is your ex?" Holly nodded, her eyes still blazing with anger. "You're lucky you found me." Tracey teased trying to defuse the situation.
"I'm very lucky." Holly agreed as she brushed her lips against Tracey's, nipping lightly at the bottom one. "Tonight is not turning out how I wanted it to."
"What matters is the end result."
"Oh yeah." Holly whispered in Tracey's ear, she could feel the hair on the brunette's skin pebble. "You like that?" The whisper was softer and closer as lips nipped at her lobe.
"Yes." The breathy whisper of a response was barely heard over the music. "Where do you want tonight to end?" Tracey pulled away to look into Holly's eyes.
"In your arms." Holly savagely bent her head and took Tracey's mouth with hers. The kiss was one of possessiveness. No one doubted Holly's intention to make Tracey's hers.
"Coach Campbell?" A young voice called to the teacher. Tracey slowly lifted her head to the see one of her players and another student standing three feet from them. "Fuck." This time the expletive came from the teacher. Standing three feet from the couple stood a small blonde teenager with her arm in a sling. Zoey Pope was underage and in a gay nightclub. Tracey closed her eyes and pinched her nose. How could such a great date turn disastrous so quickly? First, Geoff Stanley hit on her at the restaurant. Tracey freaked out and ran back into the closet so quickly, she forget Holly was sitting across from her at the table. There were stories about teachers who lost their jobs because of their sexual orientation. She didn't want to lose her job because of who she slept with. Now her student and point guard was standing in front of her.
"Good evening." Holly spoke up when Tracey stood silently staring at the young teenager. Holly recognized her as one of the players on the high school team. "It seems you've got us at an advantage."
"I didn't mean to bother you." Zoey began to walk away.
"Zoey." Tracey called. The teen stopped and turned around, her face averted, staring at the top of her shoes. "Wh.." She stopped when Holly put a hand on her arm. "It's okay, I'm just surprised."
"I'm sorry. Please don't tell my mom." The teen wiped at her eyes. Tracey went to the teenager and wrapped her arms around the teenage. "I'm sorry."
"No... no, it's okay." Tracey lifted the teen's chin. "It's okay. This is Holly, a friend of mine." Blue eyes swam in unshed tears as she glanced at the blonde. "More than a friend." Tracey corrected herself as she looked at Holly.
"Are you supposed to be here?"
"Malcolm's brother is the DJ and as long as we are eighteen and don't drink, he gets us in." Zoey looked to the slim black teenager watching them.
"Hello Ms. Campbell." He waved to his former Biology teacher.
"Malcolm." Tracey acknowledged him. Not only did she have one student in the club, she had two. She looked at Holly. The doctor shrugged her shoulders, there wasn't anything they could do. "Let's talk." She waved the teenagers over to an empty table in the back of the club. Holly stood next to the booth, ready to flee if the teacher wanted to escape.
The teenagers looked as if they were about to receive punishment. Big sad brown eyes glanced at Holly a few times as Malcolm fidgeted in his seat. He turned to the teacher when she began to speak.
"Well, it seems that we have a situation." Tracey folded her hands on the table in front of her. "I'm not out at school. If word gets around that I'm a lesbian, it may cost me my job."
"No." The teens said in unison.
"Listen to me. Maybe not a Bayview but there have been teachers who have lost their jobs because of their sexual orientation. It's a harsh reality."
"Ms. Campbell, we won't say anything." Malcolm started. "We understand what you have to do. There aren't many gay students at Bayview, or at least ones who admit it. You're one of the best teachers, there's no way they would fire you." Zoey finished. "Not everyone accepts homosexuals interacting with students, children. I need to count on you. I'm not asking you to lie, but I don't want to advertise my sexuality." Tracey's shoulders strained. She was emotionally drained. She felt Holly's hand caress her bare shoulder. She leaned into the warmth of the woman beside her.
"Maybe we should let this go. It's been a long night." Holly felt Tracey's head nod in agreement. "Do you have a ride home?"
"We're staying at my brother's apartment across the street."
"Be careful, please." Tracey slid out of the booth and into Holly's waiting arms. She felt like crying. She had been very careful over the years to avoid seeing her students in gay establishments or at pride events.
"Are you okay?" Holly whispered in her ear.
"Can we go?" She asked as she shook her head. Tracey wanted to go.
"We can do anything you want." Holly put an arm around her waist and led her to the car waiting outside.
~
Strange would the word to describe the twists and turns of the night. Tracey was standing at the mirror wondering how her evening changed in such a short time. The weird come on by Geoff Stanley at the restaurant. Running into her students at the club was something she never thought of. Holly seemed to understand why Tracey denied their relationship. She began to pull down her hair and let the curls fall to her shoulders.
"Hey." Holly stood at the bathroom door. She shed her jacket and her hands framed the door way. "Can I help?" Tracey's hands froze mid-air. She never had anyone ask to help with her hair before. She turned to look at Holly and nodded. Holly moved behind her and began to kneed the muscles in Tracey's neck.
"I'm really sorry." Tracey mumbled as she chin dropped to her chest.
"Stop." Holly said as she pulled the locks free from the pins. With each pin, she set them on the counter and let her fingers massage the tender flesh. "Nothing that happened tonight will send me running to the hills." She dropped a kiss on her neck. "Besides, I like you." She said as she kissed her skin again. "Unless you wanted to take Mr. Stanley up on the offer he was going to.."
"Absolutely not." Tracey turned to face Holly. "Maybe that's something we need to talk about."
"Sleeping with men?"
"No, silly." Tracey turned back so Holly could continue to with her hair. She felt very feminine as Holly's fingers worked the stiffness out of her hair. "Are we monogamous?"
"I don't want to see anyone else. Do you?" Holly stopped her task and placed her hands on Tracey's shoulders. Their eyes locked in the mirror.
"No." Tracey felt and saw the blonde relax. "I don't cheat Holly. Hell, I rarely go out." She turned and ran her hands through the soft tossed blonde hair then pulled Holly's lips to hers. "Let's go to bed."
"Do I bother with clothes?"
"Ha..." Tracey said as she reached for the zipper on the back of her dress. "You may need to help me though."
"Anything to get you naked."
"Anything?"
"Yes!" Holly said as she unzipped the back of Tracey's dress. She let her hands wander along her back and to her hips. "Anything you want. Just ask."
"Go get in bed." Tracey pressed her rear into Holly's center. "I'll be right there." She felt Holly's arms wrap around her pulling her closer. Her lips nipped on her shoulders and moved to her neck. Tracey did a half turn and pulled Holly's lips to hers. "Go now, I'll be right there." Holly kissed her again and practically sprinted to the bedroom. She heard clothes being flung across the room.
Tracey removed her dress and stripped the rest of her clothes off. She took the complimentary robe from the hook on the wall and slipped it on. She brushed out her hair and washed her face. She touched the corners of her eyes wondering when the crows' feet would appear. She had a few years until she hit thirty. She could feel the pending new decade creeping up on her like the falling grains of an hour glass. She brushed her teeth and stepped back from the mirror. She opened the robe to look at her body. Noise from Holly in the other room drew her attention. She wondered what the blonde saw when she looked at her body. Just the thought of Holly looking at her caused her nipples to tighten and her center to pulse. Yes, she wanted to be naked with Holly and make love through the night. Was it love? Or was it a pure sexual need. There was definitely an attraction. She flipped off the light and walked into the bedroom. Immediately, she noticed the bottle of champagne chilling near the bed. There were two bowls on a tray next to it. One held chocolate covered strawberries and the other had heavy white whips of cream in it.
"Daniel?"
"No, this is all me. Do you mind?" Holly asked as she sat up against the headboard. The sheet draped across her breasts. Tracey saw the large bruise she had given her earlier.
"No." Tracey stood at the foot of the bed. "I want something from you but, not at this moment." Tracey fiddled with the tie at her waist. She watched Holly's eyes as they watched her every movement like a hawk. Tracey undid the tie and let it fall to the ground. She wanted to toy with Holly and she enjoyed every moment. She held the robe together with a hand. She moved towards the tray and placed a finger in the whipped cream then into her mouth to taste. "That's really good." Tracey heard the groan Holly made. "Do you want a taste?" Tracey asked as she put a dollop of whip cream on the curve of Holly's breast and slowly licked it off. She felt Holly shutter at her touch. When her tongue touched the pebbled flesh, she felt Holly's hand at the back of her neck. Tracey pulled away before Holly could get a firm hold on her.
"Are you trying to kill me?" Holly groaned as Tracey moved to the end of the bed. Holly let the sheet drop as she moved towards the bottom of the bed. Her naked breasts bounced slightly as she moved to Tracey.
"Do you want me naked?" Tracey teased.
"Yes." Holly hissed out. Her frustration beginning to show as she unconsciously reached for Tracey.
"Why?" Tracey continued to tease. She had never been this vocal in this situation. Normally, she would be content to slip into bed. She liked this playful side that came out with Holly. The shocked glassy eyed look that came over Holly was priceless.
"Because I want to touch you. Taste you. Feel you." Holly moved closer, her hands reaching for the edges of the robe. She ran her fingers along the silky material and Tracey's skin. "Do you want that?"
In the mist of her teasing, Holly had turned the tides on Tracey. The teacher's eyes were closed, the nearness and slight touch were almost to much to handle. When Holly's hand slipped under the material and cupped her breast, Tracey felt her knees buckle. "Tracey, do you want me?"
"Yes." The whisper was more of a groan.
"I want you." Holly parted her robe like Moses parting the Dead Sea, letting it slip to the floor. She let her eyes and hands roam across Tracey's flesh.
Their mouths connected as Tracey threw her arms around Holly and melted against her. Falling to the mattress, she didn't want to tease. She wanted to feel loved and cherished.
Chapter 10
Tracey stabbed at the pork chop on the serving platter that Tommy held in front of her. Another Sunday family dinner was sans Holly. She wanted the doctor to meet her family and become part of the extended network that included her brothers' wives. When Tommy cleared his throat, she looked into the steel colored eyes that mirrored her own. "Sorry." She muttered as Tommy withdrew the platter and passed it on to Frank.
Last weekend was great, right up to the moment she asked Holly about her family. They were lying naked in the large king sized bed at Pier 5. In Holly's arms, she felt closer to her than any other human being. She wanted to know more about the woman who made her blood surge in her veins. She ran her fingers along the plane of Holly's ribs, noting how thin the doctor was as she could feel the contour of each bone. She had her head resting on Holly's shoulder. They were awake, enjoying the quiet morning, basking in the glow of the last forty eight hours.
"Tell me about your family." Tracey said as she kissed Holly's neck. As if the North wind had swept into the room, the temperature dropped as Holly immediately stiffened. Tracey closed her eyes, she knew she made a mistake. This was the subject she had stumbled on the night at Johnny's. She thought after some time, Holly would open up and give her some insight about her life. Instead, the cold shoulder was literately under her cheek.
"No." Holly's answer was quiet, but firm. Tracey continued her ministrations, hoping to clear the air of the tension now hanging over them. She could feel Holly withdrawing. Her limbs began to move, first checking the clock on the nightstand. Tracey waited for the dreaded work excuse that usually followed an awkward moment.
"Don't." Tracey spoke before Holly. She leaned up on an elbow. "If you say you have to go into the hospital, we might as well call it quits right now."
"What?" Holly's brown eyes widened in shock.
"You have to give me a chance Holly. Every time, I ask you something too personal or that makes you uncomfortable, you close up." Tracey brushed her lips over Holly's. "Don't shut me out. Please, I want to know you." Tracey placed her hand flat against Holly's sternum. "About you, all of it. I know there are somethings that are not easy or pretty."
"You don't know the half of it." Holly tried to roll away.
"You're right." Tracey let her escape from their closeness. "The issue is that I want to know about it. I won't judge you or your family."
Holly threw her legs over the side of the bed. Running her hand through the bedridden locks, she stared out the window across the harbor, a nervous gesture Tracey was quickly picking up on. Like the dark gray clouds rolling over the harbor, she wondered if they would be able to weather the storm of Holly's family. "Don't be so sure about that Tracey." The doctor's voice was even as she spoke to the window. Tracey pulled a blanket around her to ward off the chill she felt since bringing up the topic.
"Talk to me Holly." Tracey leaned against Holly's back wishing she could take back the words that caused this sudden change. "I love you." Tracey kissed her neck as she felt her heart break. Whatever hell Holly's parents put her through still had a firm hold on her.
"I don't know what that means." Holly confessed. She had people say it to her through the years. Mel, Greg and Rollins had told her they loved her. Her parents told her the same thing. Love to her was a free pass to hurt. Love meant betrayal. Love was nothing but pain.
"It means that I care for you. I will be there for you, support you, believe in you. When times get rough, I want to be the one you count on."
"And what if I can't?"
"We can work on it. I... I just want to share things with you. My thoughts, my future and maybe one day, my life. I know this is all new and fast, but Holly, I want you in my life." Tracey wrapped her arms around Holly's waist. When Holly pressed her hands against Tracey's arms, she had a spark of hope that one day Holly could return her feelings.
"This is new to me." Holly leaned back into Tracey's warmth. "With Pam, there were no words. It was a selfish relationship. Eventually, we didn't care what the other was doing." Holly laughed a little. "I think I was relieved when I caught her in bed with the nurse. It was an easy way out of the relationship."
"Do you want out of this?" Tracey felt the sting of tears as her voice cracked slightly.
"No...no..." Holly turned bringing their lips together and pressing Tracey against the mattress. "I want you." Holly slid under the blanket, sliding her thigh between Tracey's legs. "All the time. That should be a crime." Tracey put her hands on the back of her neck. "Time Tracey, give me time."
Time, the word had a plethora of meanings. Yet there never was enough. It never was the right time. There was a bad time or a good time. Time could never be mended, a stitch in time. Holly asked for time and Tracey was giving her it. As hard as it was, Tracey continued to show up at her parents alone. She looked at her brothers' families and they were all willing to meet her family. In fact, the only girlfriends her brothers brought home were the women sitting around the table. Had she wanted anyone else to meet her family? Not in a long time. She had friends her family had met. Piper practically spent the summers over the Campbell house playing basketball in the driveway. Tommy still teased Chris about the crush he had on Vonnie.
"What's wrong Trace?" Frank asked as he passed the bowl of mashed potatoes. His eyes never met his daughter's. It was a trait the Campbell parents had, eyes in the back of their head.
"Nothing." Tracey moved her fork through her peas, separating them into small contingents. Like a General lining up his troops, she lined up her vegetables on her fork.
"When is your season over?" Ellen asked sensing her daughter's mood had nothing to do with anyone at the table.
"We have districts next week."
"Good, I can take the kids to watch the game." David, her oldest brother said as he grabbed a roll from the basket in front of her.
"I wouldn't advise it. We are only playing in the districts because our record."
"Tracey, your team is really good. Don't let some bus accident four weeks ago get in the way of your achievements." Frank piped up.
"It was seven weeks ago." She continued, "Almost two months." That's when she met Holly. She slept with Holly two weeks ago. She was at the cross roads of time again. She was beginning to hate the word.
"Hey, are you still seeing the doctor?" Tommy asked.
"What is this? The Spanish Inquisition?" Tracey set her fork down and stared at the faces of her family.
"Pumpkin, we are just concerned. You hardly say anything and you're playing with your food like the twins." Frank reached a hand across the table and placed it on her arm. "If something is bothering you, we'd rather you tell us than ask a hundred questions. You've closed up."
"Don't get us wrong sis, we know when to leave you alone. The last couple weeks, you just seem sad." Tommy nudged her side.
"My team is probably going to get crushed in the district game." Tracey blew out a breath. "It's hard to lead them into the game knowing that the opponent has a better skill set and experience." She knew the girls were going to be disappointed by the second half of their season. Her seniors, Zoey Pope and Michelle Stanley sat on the sideline cheering the underclassmen on. Yet there was no way the team she put on the court could compete against the Largo Bearcats. "It's a tough way to end the season."
"And the doctor?" Tommy probed.
"Yes, I am still seeing Holly. I'd like for her to meet everyone but she has to work a lot." Frank coughed and it sounded as if he stifled a grunt. Tracey tried to catch his eye but he avoided looking at her.
"Well, I am sure she is a busy woman." Ellen folded her napkin and shifted in her chair next to Frank. This was the statement her mother had made for the past four weeks. There was a mix of verbal and non verbal agreements around the table. Tracey looked at the faces, they avoided looking at her. She knew where her heart was. Holly meant a lot to her and it was obvious from the reaction of her family members they were concerned with her relationship with Holly. She knew that if Holly were a man each of her brothers would find a way to confront the doctor by now. David cleared his throat and looked towards his son, Luke.
"We would like to go to the game. Do you have a problem with that?"
"No...I'd love for you and Luke to be there, just don't expect a win."
"Or a visit from the doctor soon." Chris added. The entire table fell silent. Tracey's mouth dropped open slightly.
"You know honey." Chris's wife Trish began. "I remember a time when you wanted nothing to do with my family." The slight raven haired woman spoon fed the two toddlers in the high chairs next to her.
"That's because..." Chris stopped mid sentence. "Sometimes, I forget what I great family I have. We have an advantage. We were raised in a family that loved us. We didn't have the hardships other families go through." He looked at his wife, then to his sister. "Tracey, sometimes, you need to show someone what it's like to have a loving family. There are people out there that only associate pain with the word family. If she cares about you, she will come around."
"I hope so Chris. I really do." Tracey answered with her head bowed. She didn't care what her family thought. Holly had a tough life and she wasn't going to open it to criticism.
"Give her time Tracey. If she's smart, she'll know what a good catch you are." Trish smiled as she shoveled food into the twin's mouths.
The dreaded word time held in the air for a moment. Tracey didn't want to agree. She wanted Holly at the dinner table as her significant other, an equal to her sister-in-laws.
"Thank you." Tracey let Trish know she appreciated the shared wisdom. There was still a doubt in her mind whether or not Holly cared for her. She had spoken words of love, yet Holly didn't know what to make of them. Chris was right. He knew Trish's family life was screwed up when he met her. It took a long time for Trish to go out with him. It was a longer road for her to agree to marry him.
~
"Look at that!" Rollins exclaimed. The nurse stood at the admission desk staring at Holly. Next to her, Mel and John wore bright smiles. Holly grinned as she walked behind the counter and placed the file she was working on in the bin.
"What's wrong?" Holly asked as she checked the board for any cases she missed.
"I think that is a genuine smile on her face. What ever could have caused that?" Rollins continued.
"Oh I think it's about five eight with dark hair and ...."
"A really great body." John finished. The dark haired man's face turned red.
"Back off Johnny." Holly lifted a warning finger towards the medic as she held back her smile. "Does it show?"
"You're radiating honey." Mel said as she stepped behind the desk to give her friend a hug. "The crappy part about it is I never get to see you." For the first time, she understood why she never saw her friends when they started new relationships. Mel gave her a hug. "Come on, let's grab some lunch."
"Nurse Rac...Rollins page me if you need me." Holly watched the glare cross the nurse's face as she walked quickly away.
"Oh, you're in for it when you get back." Mel looked over her shoulder as she fell into step with Holly. "Want to venture to the cafeteria?"
"Living dangerously now." Holly teased as she hit the stairwell.
"You should talk taking the steps so Rollins won't catch you." Mel groaned as she followed behind the doctor.
"I'll get it later for that Ratchet comment." Holly laughed as she pulled her frame up the hand rail along the stairs. "She started it. She teased me first." Holly explained as she made her way to the cafeteria. Mel stood in line with Holly, sliding their trays along the aluminum rails. Holly grabbed a salad and half a club sandwich. Mel picked out a chicken salad plate and a soda. Holly paid for both of their meals.
"Seriously, you look really happy." Mel said as she took a seat across from the tall blonde doctor. "If Tracey does this for you, then I am more than happy for you."
"I never thought." Holly paused, hoping she wasn't cursing herself. "I'd be this happy."
"It shows. You were never like this with Pam or what's that chick's name? The other doctor."
"Gosh...umm....Gabby." Holly remembered the classmate she dated for a short period of time. "She was a nice girl."
"She was. You blew that one."
"No, I was waiting for Tracey. I know that now."
"You're really smitten." Mel held up her fork and pointed it at Holly. She saw the redness creep up Holly's neck to her cheeks.
"So what about you? Anyone new on the dating front?"
"Got some things in the works. If anything comes of if I'll let you know." Mel said. Just then Holly's pager went off.
"ER. I've got to go." Holly went to Mel's side and gave her a hug. "Let's try to do breakfast Sunday."
"It's Easter." Mel corrected her.
"Whatever.." Holly said as she walked away. She flew down the stairs to the bottom floor of the hospital. She knew two feet from the end the hand rail hand had an indentation where the maintenance crew dropped a beam. This was her domain, this was her home. She opened the stairwell door to the ER floor space. Rollins stood at the desk, her stiff back to the stairwell door. Next to her was a tall young woman leaning on a cane. Holly filled the space next to the head nurse. Without a glance, Rollins said,
"You've got a visitor."
Holly surveyed the landscape of the ER looking for a familiar face. Maybe Tracey was going to surprise her. Instead her focus came back to the main desk. Standing at the heart of the ER was Michelle Stanley, hands on hips waiting impatiently for someone. Holly realized the teen was waiting for her. "Miss Stanley, how can I help you?" Holly asked as she stepped behind the desk.
"I need to see you." Michelle held her breath for a moment, the teen fidgeted and glanced around the hospital. She reached out a hand to touch Holly's sleeve.
"Okay, how can I help you?" Holly asked wondering why Tracey's student was standing in the ER asking for her. She picked up a file from the rack and flipped open the metal cover.
"I need you..." The teen dropped her voice to a whisper. "I need to be examined." The teen's face turned a bright red. Holly wondered if red was the color of the day.
"What is the medical issue you are having?" Holly raised her eyes to Rollins
who was gesturing towards the bay doors. Sirens filled the air just outside the building.
"Umm, I think I am in trouble." She stared at Holly who waited for additional information. "It's more of a female issue. Is there anyway you can see me?" The teen again looked around the ER.
"Michelle, I'm not that kind of doctor. I don't see private patients. I can recommend some doctors. but I wouldn't be able to help you." Holly quietly explained as she watched the lights of the bus flash against the cinder block walls of the Emergency bay. A few seconds later, the ambulance was visible through the swinging doors and windows. "I'm sorry." Holly said as she placed the stethoscope around her neck. She left Michelle standing at the desk as she raced to meet the entering gurney being pushed in by two technicians.
"Not as sorry as you're going to be." Michelle muttered under her breath as she turned to face Nurse Rollins.
The ample breasted woman stared at the teenager. "What did you say?" Rollins confronted the snot nosed teen who walked into the ER as if it was her own kingdom.
"Mind your own business nigger." Michelle said for Rollins ears only. Sandra had seen and heard it all. This girl was all about herself. Rollins looked the teen over and "Out before I call security!" Rollins ordered. The teen tipped her head back and laughed at the nurse.
"Don't worry, I'll be back." Michelle shoved the files on top of the desk to the floor, causing Musah to jump to his feet. "See what you made me do?" Michelle cried and immediately began to shed tears. Rollins looked towards the admissions clerk to see if he witnessed the actual events.
"Call security." Rollins repeated as she gestured to the camera that captured the entire incident. Michelle's tears quickly disappeared as she turned and left through the bay doors.
"Viper." Rollins said, still feeling the sting from Michelle's comment. She looked around the ER for Holly. She needed to tell the blonde how the girl acted when the doctor was absent. Rollins didn't have the time. She watched as Holly began to shout orders out in the room. They weren't given to anyone in particular, but this was how the ER worked. The doctors gave the orders and the nurses complied. If there was a less experienced doctor, the nurses would be vocal. With Dr. Graham, the staff followed orders as they were voiced. No one questioned Holly. She treated the nurses like a doctor. Their opinion counted. If a nurse had a concern with a patient's care, they were wise to voice it to Dr. Graham. They were equal in the eyes of Dr. Graham.
Three hours later, Rollins stood at the Admissions desk as a man with a salt and peppered colored buzz cut approached the desk. His quick glances around the ER conveyed the message of his search for a specific person. Rollins looked for the obvious bulges under the arm pit area or the covering of the waist band by a shirt or jacket. It was Wednesday, the slowest day according to stats of Emergency Rooms by some group who had the time to count the number of cases that smashed through the double doors.
"Good evening, welcome to Jessup Hospital. How can I help you?" Rollins stated her greeting, as if the man in front of her were a police officer or an inspector from the state.
"I'm looking for Doctor Holly Graham." The man stated as Holly ventured from behind curtain six where the young boy and mother still waiting on the CAT scan for his fainting episode during school.
"Do you have an appointment or can I relay a message to Dr. Graham?" Rollins had been in the ER for a long time. She had seen many patients family members show up in the department asking for the doctor who cared for the departed during the last moments of their lives.
"It's more of a personal matter." Frank Campbell smiled at the nurse behind the desk. "If you see Dr. Graham please tell her that Frank Campbell stopped by to have a moment of her time." He nodded politely and began to retreat to the parking garage.
"Mr. Campbell!" Holly shouted her heart beating a staccato rhythm. Her main concern was Tracey's well being. She knew the team had a game tonight and there was ice on the highways. "Tracey.. Tracey, is she okay?" Holly was breathless from the sprint she ran to catch up with the former military commander. His shirt crisply ironed and his slacks creased down the length. Even if he was out of the service, he dressed as if he was still in uniform.
"Okay?" His quiet voice was clipped. Holly stood in front of him, feeling as if she were undressed. The maroon scrubs she wore were wrinkled and stained. Her white lab coat had a coffee stain on the lapel. She hadn't planned on having visitors but today seemed to be the day for people to come out of the woodwork. The night was still young and held promise of more fluids permeating her clothes. She could quickly dash into the locker room and grab a fresh set of clothes. "I would say that depends on your definition of okay." His voice deepened like Scott Glenn's, the actor. Into the cadence which you wanted to trust but knew it may not be the best idea. "You see, my daughter seems to care for you a great deal yet, you don't give a shit about her feelings."
"Sir, I ..." Holly looked around to see if they were having a private or public conversation. "I care for your daughter."
"So then tell me Dr. Graham why do I see tears in her eyes? Why does she have to make excuses for your absence or your lack of interest in her family?"
"Can we go get a cup of coffee?" Holly suddenly felt like the teenager in her first college lecture, people staring at the young nerdy kid with out of date clothing and glasses thick as coke bottles. She went from one emotion to another. The thought of Tracey being hurt sent a surge of panic through her veins. When Frank confronted her about Tracey, she wasn't sure what to say or do. She had never had her girlfriend's family seek her out and confront her as to why she didn't want to meet them. This was the Campbells, Holly knew she was in for a whole different ballgame. One of their first conversations was about how important Tracey's family was to her.
"I think that is the wisest thing you have said so far." Frank nodded as he turned to the stairwell leading to the cafeteria. "Come on Doctor."
Holly's feet felt frozen to the floor. She had never felt the butterflies in her stomach as she did at this moment. She had held people's hearts in her hand and never felt such a fear. She followed a step behind the former naval officer. She knew Tracey's father retired after a spotless career in the military. His name was Frank. Her mother was Ellen and she had brothers, Tommy and there were a couple more. She just couldn't remember their names. She stole a quick glance at Rollins who was as gape mouthed as she felt. When the nurse's hand gestured in a shooing motion, Holly knew she had to follow after the man. Her heart was pounding as she reached the second landing. She caught her breath. Frank Campbell breezed into the cafeteria, heading to the coffee urn. The hot liquid steamed in a small cloud above his hands.
"How do you take your coffee Dr. Graham?"
"Black. Please call me Holly."
"Are you sure? This is your place of work and I wouldn't want to diminish your rank in front of your troops."
"These are my co-workers. I wouldn't act differently in front of them." Holly said as she accepted the cup of coffee.
"Are you sure?" Frank raised an eyebrow. "Sometimes when you allow your troops to know your weakness, you fail as a leader."
"Mr. Campbell, I assure you that I know my job. My staff respects me and trusts my judgment. As I am sure your staff trusted your judgment." Holly held her coffee and gestured towards the empty table by the window.
"Don't think I'm going to be easy on you Dr. Graham." Frank said as he sat in the chair across from Holly.
"Holly." She tried to get the stubborn man to call her by name.
"Dr. Graham." Frank continued.
"Why are you..." Holly didn't want to get in an argument with Tracey's father the first time she spoke to him. "Making this difficult? Please call me Holly."
"What type of father do you think I would be if I let you slide right in here and win me over with your title? With your money?"
"I never said anything about money."
"Yet, you get defensive about money." Frank countered. "If I know my kid, and I think I know her better than you, she doesn't care about the material stuff." Frank turned his coffee cup between his cupped hands. "What she does care about is her family, her students, and her friends. I will make the assumption that you are more than friends."
Holly felt the sip of coffee burn the back of her throat. She tried not to give any tell tale signs of her nervousness. Frank had come to the hospital to speak to her. Tracey didn't know anything about her father's actions. Otherwise, she probably would have warned Holly during the phone conversation they had earlier. There was sadness in the teacher's voice, but Holly dismissed it as disappointment for the season as the district game was tonight. If the team lost, their season would be over.
"My question for you Dr. Graham is whether or not you care for Tracey?" Frank leaned back in his chair, his arms open in a non-threatening manner. "Because you're hurting her without even knowing it."
"I care for her sir." Holly mirrored his position and studied him. "My intensions are not to hurt her."
"Well you are." Frank gave her no room for excuses. "As I see it. She's hurt when she looks around and sees her brothers with their families and she is alone. She's dated a few people, but I've never seen her look like she's missing something in her life."
"I didn't know." Holly's defenses were raised every time Tracey wanted to talk about family. She closed off when Tracey touched areas she wasn't comfortable with. She had asked for time. Maybe Tracey should have asked Holly to understand just how important her family was.
"What are your intentions towards my daughter?" Frank asked. From the startled look he received from Holly, he continued on. "Tracey seems like she wants to spend time with you. I hope you aren't messing with her."
"I enjoy being in her company." The smile that lit up Holly's face was contagious. "She's amazing. I'm in awe of what she does sometimes. Her patience with the students. Did you know she helped out at Carl's house after the accident?"
"Yes, I helped her clear the snow out of his driveway."
"I want to spend more time with her and see where the relationship goes."
"I have a request of you. If this thing between you and my daughter continues, don't come between Tracey and her family. We are a tough bunch of swabs and we do not take kindly to anyone treading on our decks."
"I know you are a navy family but what does that mean?" Holly was totally confused by his last statement. Her head cocked to the side as she watched his mouth form into a tight line.
"You hurt her, and we'll hurt you." Frank placed his hands on the table top and stood to his full height. "This conversation is between us." Frank turned on his heel and briskly walked out of the cafeteria. Holly didn't realize she had stopped breathing until he disappeared. There was no doubt Tracey's family loved her. They were looking out for her, protecting her. Holly let out a small whistle, now she knew not to piss off Tracey's father or her family. She let her shoulders fall and ran her hands through her hair. Sitting in the middle of the hospital cafeteria, Frank Campbell had warned her not to hurt his daughter. Maybe she should end it now. The pain that surged through her body just at the thought was excruciating. She let Tracey in her heart. She knew she cared deeply for the teacher. Tracey confessed her love on Valentine's Day weekend. She didn't know how to respond. Tracey deserved so much more than what Holly could give her.
"You feeling sorry for yourself?" Rollins voice brought her out of the haze she was dwelling in. "That man's a good soul. Lookin' out for his kin. Just like I'm looking out for you." Rollins sat in the seat Frank had vacated.
"I don't have a reference for anything like this." Holly was a bit dumbfounded. She never imagined meeting Tracey's father under these circumstances. She knew she would eventually have to meet them, but not like this.
"The man loves his daughter. He wants to keep her safe and happy." Rollins smiled at the doctor. "Not all families are like what we see here. Or like what you've been through Holly. Some genuinely love one another unconditionally."
"Unconditionally?"
"Yes, I like to think Leon and I have that. Four kids and twenty-eight years of marriage you would hope we have unconditional love." Rollins reached a hand across the table and covered Holly's. "If you have a chance at that Holly, don't let it slip away. Let her in. Talk to her. Tell her about your fears. Tell her about your family."
"She asked me and I closed up Sandra. I felt sick. I don't want her to think less of me. Once she finds out, she might."
"She won't. I've seen the way she looks at you. She will love you more because of it."
"But how will I know?"
"You have to learn to trust her. You have to try first. Don't let her go." Sandra squeezed her fingers. Holly squeezed her hand back.
"I'll try." Holly looked up at the over head lights. "I have to."
"Easter is Sunday. Maybe it's time to meet the family."
"I think you're right." Holly swallowed the lump in her throat. She was going to have to tell Tracey about her parents. She felt the tears rising just as they had done twenty years ago when she had nothing left. She didn't want to be alone anymore. She wanted Tracey to be in her life. In order to do that, she was going to have to be in Tracey's also.
"I'm going back down. I expect you to be there in a few minutes. Take your time if you have to. Maybe make a call." Rollins winked at her and left her to her musing her own.
"Thank you Sandra." Holly pulled out her cell phone and dialed Tracey's number. She looked at the clock. If Frank came to the hospital after the game, she knew Tracey would be at the gym still.
"Hi! I didn't think I'd talk to you again tonight. Guess what?"
"Hello...what?"
"We won!"
"That's great. I can't believe it. Congratulations!"
"We play again on Saturday." Tracey's voice dropped a little bit.
"Saturday? Aren't we having people over to watch the NCAA games?"
"I can call everyone and cancel."
"No, I will handle it. You'll be there after the game right?"
"Holly, are you sure? I know it's not..."
"It's fine. I'm glad you won. You can tell me about the game when I see you..." Holly placed her hand against her cheek. They spent nights at each other's houses but they weren't supposed to see each other until Saturday.
"Are you okay?" Tracey asked. "Did something happen?"
"No..no I just wanted to hear your voice." Holly smiled into the phone. Hearing Tracey's voice was like a warm blanket around Holly's soul. "I'll see you Saturday."
"No, Holly, I'll be at your house when you get home. Bye." Tracey hung up the phone and Holly sat in the middle of the cafeteria grinning like a fool.
"Don't blow this." Holly said aloud as she got to her feet.
~
Chapter 11
The doorbell rang twice. Holly moved from the kitchen to the front entrance hall. She stopped at the sideboard to check her hair in the mirror. Knowing what a huge basketball fan Tracey was, Holly suggested they have friends over to watch the Women's NCAA basketball tournament. There were multiple games on, but the Maryland game would be the preferred one to watch. Holly wore a red turtleneck, a gray University of Maryland sweatshirt, pair of jeans and a pair of black Doc Martin boots. The bell rang again and voices from the front porch questioned if they were at the right house. Pulling the curtain back from the sidelights Holly saw the stern face of Office Piper and Maxine Kendall. Tracey's friends were the first to show up and Tracey wasn't there to greet them.
"Come on Doc, I'm cold." Vonnie called into the house when she saw the curtain move.
"Sorry ladies." Holly said as she opened the door. "Let me take your coats."
Piper pulled off her leather bomber jacket and handed it to Holly. Taking in the interior of Holly's house, Piper turned around taking in the décor. "This is really nice. Did you buy it this way?"
"I wish. I did a lot of the work myself. Room by room, I redid it one at a time. The place was a mess when I bought it." Holly ran her hand along the banister remembering all the sweat, aches and splinters she went through.
"Is this one of the houses the city was selling for a dollar?" Maxie asked as she set the twelve pack of beer on the floor as she shed her jacket. The city of Baltimore had adopted a program similar to Washington DC. Dilapidated homes were sold to the public for as little as a dollar. The buyer agreed to fix up the dwelling and live in the residence for at least four years. Holly's home was once a flop house for drug addicts, hookers, and vagabonds. It took her a year before she could reside in the house but the investment was worth it.
"Same program but it was more than a dollar. The deal is you have to live in the house for at least four years. I've been here six." Holly took Maxie's offered jacket and went to the hall closet to hang them. "Come on in, make yourselves at home. Tracey had a game so she'll be here as soon as she can. There's food in the kitchen and the big screen..."
"Wow!" Piper's voice filled the air. "This is a nice kitchen."
"Like that. It was a great deal." Holly walked into the kitchen where Maxie was running her hand along the granite counter top. Piper was staring at the gas top range.
The women were both smiling. "What?" Holly asked.
"Tracey has got to love this kitchen." Vonnie said knowing her friend's love of cooking. "Has she cooked for you yet?"
"She's promised me but she hasn't yet. I'm keeping her to it." Holly laughed as she grabbed a piece of celery from the veggie tray. Maxie looked a little uncomfortable. She knew the bank VP still had feelings for Tracey. As an act of good faith, Holly was going to make an effort to be polite to her.
"So who have you invited to this shindig?" Piper asked as she popped a piece of cheese in her mouth.
"Mel, she's an EMT for the county. I think you may have met her at the hospital." Holly watched with interest as the cop nodded and stood in the kitchen with her hands on her hips. "Greg and Mark may stop by. I work with Greg and Mark is his partner. They are going to benefit dinner."
"Not much of a crowd on your side." Maxie commented as she wandered into the living room. The comment hurt. Holly didn't let it show, but she knew she had limited amounts of friends and no family.
"Don't mind Max." Piper commented as she turned to see Mel on the back porch. "She hates everyone. Looks like you have a new arrival." Piper opened the door and grabbed one of the bags falling out of Mel's hands. "Got it?"
Mel did a quick double take. The cop from the hospital was in Holly's kitchen. "Number 3."
"What?" Piper looked at her questioning.
"It's Tourettes Syndrome." Holly covered as Mel's face turned completely red. "She's only out on a weekend pass." Holly grabbed the other bag out of Mel's hand. Mel stomped her feet on the mat.
"Mel, this is Yvonne Piper. Piper, Mel Watkins." Holly nodded towards the auburn haired woman just as the front door bell rang. She knew Tracey would come in through the backdoor and never ring the bell.
Tonight, she wanted to show Tracey that she was open to being social, meeting her friends, entertaining them while she was at her game. Tomorrow was Easter. To add to her new found optimism, she was going to attend the Easter gathering at the Campbell house. The other item on her agenda was to open up to Tracey regarding her parents and what she had gone through as a teenager. If they were going to have any kind of future, she needed to tell Tracey about her family and to meet the Campbells.
Holly checked the window next to the door. There were two women standing shivering at the door. "Hello." Holly said as she opened the door. "Come in." Greetings were exchanged.
"Lori Williams." The smaller short hair girl with the beer under her arm introduced herself as she offered a hand in greeting. Holly recognized the name of the girl Tracey went to college with. "Wearing the bad hat is Brandi. She thinks that it helps her win at cards." The ugliest winter hat with oranges, purples and pinks sat on top of the heavy set taller woman, Holly noted as she shook Lori's hand.
"My grandmother knitted it." The woman protested. "Thank you for having us over." She took hold of Holly's hand as Lori dropped it. "We didn't know Tracey was dating someone let alone living with you."
"We're...." Holly almost said not living together, but in fact Tracey's belongings had begun to migrate to her house and closet. The idea had been in the back of her mind for weeks, but she was afraid it was too soon to take such a step. "Tracey had a game, so she is not here yet. There are a few people in the living room." Holly took their coats. "It's great to finally meet Tracey's friends."
In the great room, Holly introduced Mel to Tracey's friends. Immediately, Maxie slid close to the EMT and began to make conversation. Holly stood to the side, watching as every cell in her body wanted to scream beware to Mel, but didn't. She'd let Mel make her own choice.
"So you're friends with the doctor? How do you know each other?" Maxie took a sip from her beer. As soon as she saw the hazel eyed woman standing near the table empting bags she wanted to take a shot at hooking up.
"We work together at the hospital. I actually work for the county. My runs are usually in and out of her ER."
"She owns the ER."
"Not technically but she runs it. She's the best doctor they have." Mel wondered what was going on between Holly and Maxie. She didn't see them interact a whole lot, but the tension was definitely there. Instead, Holly seemed to keep a distance from Maxie. Holly interacted with the other guests without issue. She was a great hostess, replacing empty drinks, gathering plates, making sure everyone was set. The television was tuned to the NCAA Women's tournament games. The highlight of the evening was going to be the Maryland Terrapins verse the Duke Blue Devils. The rivalry was on going through out the years and in the ACC. Atlantic Coast Conference.
Holly walked into the kitchen to find Piper leaning against the counter drinking a beer. Cheers from the living room gave testament to a close game.
"You know Tracey is the best person I know." Piper said as she looked at Holly. "I hope you realize that." Holly knew the cop was trying to gage where Holly stood with her friend.
"I do. I'm very lucky to find her." Holly answered trying not to look at Vonnie who seemed to be studying her every move. Just as Holly was going question her, Piper's eyes darted to the door and softened as Mel walked in.
"You're a cop that walked by us a couple weeks ago." Mel said to Piper. "I work as EMT stationed on the Southeast side. I usually run the traumas to University."
"Wow Pipe, do you know someone everywhere?" Maxie said as she followed Mel into the kitchen. It seemed like Maxie had her sights set on Mel. "Have you heard from Tracey?" Maxie asked.
"Earlier. Anyone need a beer or beverage?" Maxie threw her hand in the air. Holly found the same brand of beer Maxie had in her hand and handed her a new bottle. Piper coughed and pulled a pack of cigarettes from her pocket. She held up the pack and pointed to the back porch. "There is a can to right." Holly let her know as she nodded and headed out the back door. Mel eyes watched the tall figure walk outside. Maxie stood waiting for Mel's next move. Holly saw Mel's eyes roll in annoyance. She was over Maxie's advances. She gestured to the small half bathroom off the kitchen. Holly hid her amusement, knowing Mel was avoiding Maxie. Maxie didn't know what to do for a moment, then turned around and went back into the living room.
Holly looked at the clock on the microwave. Tracey should be arriving soon. She added more veggies to the platter as Mel exited the bathroom.
"Please tell me it's safe."
"The coast is clear. Is she coming on strong?"
"Like a cat in heat. Man, I don't want to cause a problem but that woman needs to back off." Mel said loud enough for Piper to hear as she came back inside. Mel's face flushed beet red. Holly thought it was cute.
"Ladies." Piper said as she passed them on her way to the living room. Mel held her tongue until the blonde disappeared. Mel let the breathe she was holding out and slapped Holly on the arm. "Holly, you didn't tell me she'd be here!"
"She's Tracey's friend. I wasn't sure if she'd be here." Holly saw Mel's frustration. "Is there something I should be aware of?" Holly hid her smile, knowing the EMT found the arrogant cop attractive.
"No...yes.." Mel turned around the looked towards the living room. "Is she dating anyone?"
Surprised by Mel's question, Holly thought about conversations she and Tracey had about Piper. There was no mention of a girlfriend. Piper did go to Denver to visit a friend before Christmas. "I don't think so but I can..." Holly stopped as she felt cold hands slip around her waist. She felt the familiar weight push up against her from behind. She smelled Tracey's perfume. Tracey put her chin on Holly's shoulder.
"What's cooking doc?" Tracey pressed her weight against Holly's backside.
"Hey...I didn't hear you come in."
"I snuck in the front door." Holly turned to face Tracey and gave her what was supposed to be a quick kiss on the lips. Instead, Tracey placed a hand on the back of her neck and pulled her deeper into a kiss. They broke apart breathless. They stared at each other for a few seconds.
"Don't mind me." Mel said impressed by the affection the women had for each other.
"Sorry..." Tracey recognized the EMT from the photos in Holly's office and house. "You're Mel, right?" The EMT nodded. "I've seen your photo before. In fact, the night of the accident, I thought you guys were a couple."
"That's funny!" Mel laughed and slapped Holly again.
"Stop it!" Holly rubbed her arm. Mel's love taps were quickly becoming bruises. "Well, what was result?" Holly asked.
"We lost in overtime. It was a good season but it's over. Thank God!" Tracey kissed Holly on the lips again. Tracey smiled at Mel as the blush crept up her neck. "I have a hard time keeping my hands off her."
Holly put an arm around Tracey's waist and fed her a piece of cheese. "Mel has been asking about Piper." Tracey nodded as she looked towards the living room.
"Well Mel, she is very nice. Are there too many people here? I think I invited the entire softball team and some of the teachers and Carrie Ryder the coach from the team that just beat us tonight."
"Mark and Greg may stop by. I only invited Mel." Holly ate a carrot with ranch dip.
"We may have to spill outside or you need to get a bigger house." Tracey joked went to the fridge and pulled out a beer. "Any one need a drink? I'm going to mingle." She gave Holly's butt a pat as she went by.
"Holly, she's really.."
"Hot!" Holly said as she sucked the dip off her finger. "Back off there Mel." Holly joked. "She's mine."
"I can hear you." Tracey stuck her head back in the kitchen. "And you are correct."
"I would never guess that she is gay." Mel said leaning to look out to the other room. "I mean, it's not like you or I look gay. She is just really femme."
"What about you?" Mel leaned over the counter and looked at her friend. "Are you happy?"
"I am. It's so much more than I ever thought I would have with someone. Pam and I always had issues."
"True. It's good to see you happy. Come on, let's be social. Poor Tracey friends with a bunch of jock lesbians, I love it."
Holly followed Mel into the living room. Tracey was making conversation with Mel. Holly could see out of the corner of her eye that Tracey was watching her. She liked knowing that fact. She smiled and gave Tracey a casual look. They had not been together all week because of schedules. Brandi had on her goofy hat at the dining room table as a game of cards had broken out. She seemed to be enjoying herself as she raked the pile of money towards her. Outside, Piper was standing on the front porch smoking. Holly was certain that Mel would be disappointed with that factor. Holly sat down on the couch and Tracey sat down next to her. Tracey put her hand on Holly's knee.
"You do realize where you are sitting?" Tracey whispered in her ear.
"On my couch." Holly whispered back. She could feel Tracey's breast pressed up against her arm. "Oh you are bad." Holly said as she remembered the last time Tracey had been over the house. They made love on the exact spot they were sitting. Holly felt herself getting moist as she thought about it.
"I'm going up to change clothes. Get into something more comfortable." Tracey let her hand run the length of Holly's thigh.
"You're really bad. We have guests." Holly whispered. Tracey gave her a look and headed up stairs. Holly smiled and waited a few minutes then followed her upstairs to the bedroom. Tracey stood in the walk in closet, her shirt discarded on the floor. She folded the slacks she had had on over a hanger. She turned to face Holly who had just closed the door behind her. The sight of Tracey standing in the middle of her closet dressed in her bra and underwear sent Holly's blood pumping. She moved towards the teacher. Tracey placed her hands on Holly's waist.
Holly pushed her up against the wall as she brought a hard passionate kiss to her lips. She felt Tracey's urgency as their kiss increased. Tracey's hand quickly undid the button of her jeans. Her hand slid down the front of Holly's pants and her fingers probed the wet throbbing hood. Holly knew she would orgasm quickly as Tracey's touch sent her over the edge. She muffled a scream in Tracey's shoulder as Tracey's fingers slipped into her. Holly moved her hips against Tracey's hand and grew more excited. She needed to touch Tracey. She spun Tracey around so that her front was up against Tracey's back. Tracey's hands were pressed on the closet wall, her body between Holly and the wall. Holly ran her hand down Tracey's body along the curve of her breast, to the flat plain of her belly to the waistband of her underwear. She let her fingers tease Tracey, running her digits across the material covering Tracey's engorged muscles. She felt Tracey shudder as her fingers touched her clit. With her other hand she fondled and tweaked Tracey's breasts as they rocked together. Holly kissed her neck, as her hand slipped into the front of Tracey's panties. Tracey moaned loudly as Holly's fingers dipped and explored the contours of her center.
"You feel so good." Holly moaned into Tracey's ear as she nipped the lobe. She heard Tracey panting as Holly's hand worked against her center, her breath shallower and her moans louder. Holly knew she was close to orgasm. Tracey's body went ramrod straight as she reached her peak. Once her body came under control, Tracey spun around and kissed Holly softly on the lips.
"You have some effect on my brain." Tracey wrapped her arms around Holly's waist.
"You make me want to do things like...." Holly kissed her neck not finishing her sentence. Holly was still aroused.
"Like what?" Tracey pulled her closer to her just as there was a knock on the door.
"Hey, I don't mean to interrupt." Maxie called through the door. "But you got guests coming in."
Holly stepped away from Tracey and put a finger to her lips. Maxie knew she was interrupting and Holly prayed she wouldn't loose her cool. She stared at Tracey for a second as she backed out of the closet and to the bedroom door. The flushed look on her face let Holly know she wasn't the only one disappointed. She winked at Tracey. "Can we finish this later?"
"Without a doubt." Tracey smiled as she hid from view in the closet. Holly opened her bedroom door to see Maxie standing in the hallway, her hands posed on her hips trying to look past Holly into the bedroom.
"You're not interrupting, Maxie." She kissed Maxie on the forehead as she closed the door and brushed past her. "That will give her something to think about," Holly said as she headed downstairs.
In a matter of twenty minutes, the house went from half a dozen people to two dozen. Holly had seen some of these people before, but she wasn't sure where. Greg and Mark stopped in. Mark, an accountant for the school system, seemed to be quite at ease with the number of educators in the room. Greg and Mel stood in the front room talking. Greg had always wanted Holly to go out with Mel.
Holly tried to play hostess but when she would go to make introductions, she was usually scoffed off because everyone knew each other. Later, she was once again leaning on the kitchen counter next to Piper. Through the course of the evening, Holly noticed Piper keeping an eye on her. "You playing cop tonight or should I be worried about a crush?" Holly asked her as she handed her a beer.
"Cop," Piper smiled as she took a sip of beer. "Sorry, she's my friend." Piper said as Tracey could be heard laughing in the other room.
"Good. It means you care about her. You're watching out for her." Holly smiled as Tracey laugh echoed through the house. "I want her to move in. It's fast. I know that. I just want to be with her."
"I'm all for it." Piper smiled. "You guys are really good together."
"Are you messing with me? Playing good cop?"
Piper put her beer down and turned to Holly. "No, I think that if you and Tracey don't stay together, there is really no hope for any of us. I've known Tracey for a long time and she is one of my best friends. I've seen her date before. I've seen her hurt. I have never her seen her beaming. Doc, you make her beam." Tracey walked towards them with a big smile. "She makes you beam." Piper whispered in Holly's ear as Tracey wrapped her arm around Holly's waist.
"What are you guys doing over here looking all serious and stuff?"
"Not sure about the serious part, but there is a bunch of stuff." Holly said as she pulled Tracey closer.
"When are all these people leaving so I can take advantage of you?" Tracey winked at Piper and touched Holly's nose with her finger.
"You better stop or our friends will get a sight right here in the kitchen." Holly countered causing Piper to spit out her beer and laugh.
"That would turn some heads." Piper chimed in.
"Pipe, Holly said that her EMT friend, Mel was checking you out earlier." Tracey gave her a nod. "Not bad looking, I'd say yes." Tracey continued to say as she squeezed Holly's butt.
"You better be joking missy." Piper said to her. "You've landed a doctor." Piper walked off into the next room.
"Do you want to come over my parents house tomorrow? I was invited for dinner and they asked if you were coming?" Holly felt the apprehension in her body language.
"That would be great. I think I should meet them." Holly knew after Frank's visit, she needed to make an effort to meet her family. Tracey loved them and they were a big part of her life. Holly did not have family support and was happy Tracey did. "I'll feel nervous and nauseous, but I'm sure I'll survive."
"There are a lot of people here." Tracey turned and observed the guests. "You have been in the kitchen most of the night."
"I'm comfortable in the kitchen." Holly pulled Tracey closer. "I think we should think about getting a bigger house." Holly watched the color wash from Tracey's face. She immediately regretted saying it. "Someday.... we should think about that." Holly said as she walked into the living room to speak with Greg, wondering if she had made a big mistake.
The last of the guests, Maxie and Jessie left around 2:30 am. Holly was tired. She felt as if she was standing on eggshells with Tracey after the house comment. She had planned on asking Tracey to move in tonight once they were in bed. She wiped off the counter and pulled another full garbage bag out the backdoor. Tracey came in from the living room with more empty bottles.
"I keep finding empties." Tracey said as she put the bottle in the recycle container.
"More people showed than I thought would." Holly opened the back door and set the garbage bag outside. "Are you leaving?" She asked as she saw Tracey's coat in her hand.
"I don't know. I'm not sure." Tracey said as she sat in one of the kitchen chairs.
"What is going on? Was it the house comment? I don't know why I said it. You made the comment earlier about needed a bigger house. I just..." Holly sat at the table. "I said what I said."
"You got weird after that." Tracey said. "I'm not sure if you want me here. Or you think I want us to buy a bigger house. I don't want your money."
"I don't have money. I have debt, lots and lots of debt." Holly reached across the table and took Tracey hands in hers. Their fingers intertwined. "I got weird or quiet because you looked freaked out by the house thing." Holly closed her eyes. "I was joking, but I was serious too."
"Do you want me to stay?"
"I would love for you to stay. I want you to stay." Holly could feel the tears forming. She fought to hold them back.
"What's wrong?" Tracey could tell that Holly had reached another level of being upset.
"For so long, I was unhappy and lonely. It got to a point where all I ever did was work. I got some comfort from my job. You came into my life and I thought this is great. Tonight, I was planning on asking you to move in. I spoke to Piper earlier about it." Holly wiped away a falling tear. "I don't want you to think that the house thing tonight had anything to do with it." She wiped her eyes again. "I've wanted to ask, but I thought it was too soon. I just don't want to fuck this up." Holly pulled away and sat at one of the kitchen chairs. Putting her chin down, she rubbed her eyes with her hands. "You came into my life and I'm just waiting for something to happen and fuck it up." Holly wiped away a falling tear. "I don't care about a bigger house. I just don't want to mess things up with you." She wiped her eyes again. "I'm scared."
Tracey walked over and kneeled in front of Holly. She took Holly's face between her hands. "What are you scared of?" Tracey pierced her with her gray eyes. "Talk to me Holly." She rubbed the pads of her thumbs over Holly's jaw.
"That you'll leave." Holly said not proud of this moment in her life.
"I'm not going anywhere. I was lonely and tired of being with the wrong person. We are both worried about "time" and what other people think. I would have been skeptical if the moving truck pulled up the first week. I have friends and a family. I didn't have someone special. You are my someone special. When I'm at the apartment, I want to be here." Tracey pierced her with her gray eyes. "I want to be home. I want to be here." She looked around the house. "This is home to me." Tracey leaned forward and kissed Holly. Loving and gentle was the best way Holly could describe the kiss. The fears she had disappeared.
"I feel like a fool." Holly said as she leaned her forehead on Tracey's. "I'm sure this is not the first time or the last time." She saw Tracey's concern. "I have some issues. I need to deal with."
"Who doesn't?" Tracey stood and reached out for Holly's hand. "Come on, let's go to bed."
"Let me lock the house and I'll be right up." Tracey nodded and headed upstairs.
Holly checked the locks on the front and back doors. She turned off the light in the spare room and left the night light on in the kitchen. She stopped at the bathroom and washed her face. She blew out the candle on the counter. She was going upstairs and into Tracey's arms. A small smile appeared on Holly's face. She never felt like she quite fit in. Finally, she felt happy and as if she belonged. She belonged with Tracey. Things were going her way. Tomorrow, she didn't know how she was going to interact with the Campbells but she knew she would make an effort for Tracey.
In the bedroom, Holly noticed the light that Tracey left on low for her. She sat on the bed and looked at her lover. She leaned over and kissed her.
"Hey." Tracey said as she had dozed off. "Are you okay?" She sat up and leaned against the pillows. Holly pulled back the covers and snuggled close. Tracey turned off the light and pulled Holly's head to rest on her chest. Tracey's fingers stroked Holly's hair.
"When you talk about your family, there is so much enjoyment and love in your voice. I don't understand that. When you asked me about my family, I don't know how to answer." Holly said as she listened to Tracey's heartbeat.
"I know. Do you want to tell me?" Their voices were barely whispers. "I never want to bring it up, because I'm not sure how you'll react."
"I don't really have a family. I have my mother, but I haven't talked to her in years. I've been on my own since I turned sixteen." Holly leaned up on an elbow to look at Tracey's face. "My sixteenth birthday was spent in a coffee shop hiding." Holly settled back against Tracey's chest. "It's funny the things you remember. You probably had a big birthday party for your sweet sixteen."
"I did, but I don't remember anything from it." Tracey commented as she touched Holly's cheek. "Were you hiding because you were going through an awkward stage?"
"I wasn't the best looking teenager. Lots of acne, big thick ugly glasses and I was tall and skinny."
"Normal teenage angst, there are lots of girls that go through that." Tracey tried to understand where Holly was going with the conversation. "I'd like you no matter what you looked like." Tracey leaned over and kissed her lightly. Holly gave a small laugh and returned to her spot against Tracey's chest.
"It wasn't a stage. It was a life style for me." Holly ran her tongue along her front teeth as if she still wore the braces that corrected her teeth. "That's not why I was hiding." She felt the sting of tears in the corners of her eyes. "I never thought we were the ideal family. My parents slept in separate bedrooms and hardly interacted with each other. There were no family vacations or outings. It always was me and Dad." Tracey's hand continued to soothe away the pain she heard in Holly's voice. "I was always smart. I just didn't understand how freaky smart I was. I went to a special school for the gifted. When I was fourteen, I would take the bus to the public high school where my dad taught and get a ride home from him." Holly felt Tracey's fingers reach for hers. They laced their fingers together.
"What happened? I know you said your father is dead." Tracey heard Holly's breathing hitch as she started to speak, then stopped.
"I'm not certain. The truth never really came out." Holly confided. "There were times, where he would have to tutor a student or two after school. Time after time, I waited for him. He had different students but there was this one girl, Louise Richmond." The name felt like a lead weight in the room. "She was always in his office. I didn't pay much attention to her. She was nice to me in front of him, but as soon as he left, she'd call me names like dyke and freak. One day, my dad was out of the office and she began to make fun of me and talk bad about my mom, telling me it was my fault that my parents didn't get a divorced. She knew things that I had never dared to speak about." Holly's voice grew quiet. "And she was mean. She was beautiful on the outside but mean and ugly on the inside. I didn't know people could be like that until I meet her."
"I know exactly what you mean. Did she hurt you?" Tracey asked. Holly shook her head.
"Not me, my dad." Holly stroked her thumb across Tracey's hand. "A student accused my dad of an inappropriate relationship. When that happened, my entire life changed."
"Jesus.." Tracey said as she pulled Holly closer.
"They never released the juvenile's name, but I was pretty sure it was Louise. The sad part is, I think they were in a relationship. My thirty-five year old father was having an affair with his underage student. He was charged with gross sexual imposition of a minor. He was arrested by the sheriff and booked. My dad lost his job and the house."
"Oh my god. Where was your mother?"
"Gone. As soon as the charges were filed, she got a quick divorce and left town. I heard she took a transfer with the bank she worked at and moved to Chicago." Holly remembered walking towards her house as media vans and news crews surrounded the neighborhood. They were like vultures, trying to interview the neighbors and former students. "I didn't know where to go, so I hid in the coffee shop. I was left with nothing and no where to go. An attorney by the name of Jordan Norwood came into my life. She was pretty hot now that I think about it, and probably a lesbian."
"Did you have a crush on her?"
"Again, she was nice to me. I probably would have done anything she asked me to. When my dad killed himself before the trial could start..." Holly's voice was flat as she recalled the day Jordan Norwood told her about her father. "I became a ward of the state, because my mother was gone. Now that I think about it, Jordan was my first crush. She was a very bright and beautiful woman. She made sure that I was taken care of. I'm not sure how she came into the picture, I just remember her walking into the coffee shop and offering to help me."
"An attorney shows up out of the blue?"
"I think her partner worked at social services and somehow, the cause of a teenage girl became an important issue for her."
"She's the one who started the emancipation process?"
"Yes. She also got me enrolled and set up at college. I even think she had some say in me getting accepted into medical school. I haven't thought about her in a long time. We lost touch after awhile. It hurt too much to see her."
"Sounds to me like she had an important role in your life, she helped you during a time when you didn't know which way was up."
"She did." Holly felt the pressure in her chest begin to ease. The heaviness she always felt was fading away. "I should try to find her and thank her."
Holly let her finger tip run over Tracey's nipple. She watched as the bud hardened under her touch. "You're beautiful."
"You're looking at my boobs." Tracey chastised her and gave a slight tug to the blonde hair.
"Exactly." Holly said as she leaned over and kissed the hardened nipple through the material of Tracey's night shirt. "I love your body."
"Holly." Tracey wiggled a little bit under Holly's teasing lips and fingers.
"I know." She said as she leaned back her head resting on Tracey's shoulder. "Because he killed himself before the trial, I never knew if he was guilty. Always wondered what really happened."
This house was the closest she had to a home since she was fifteen. She didn't seem to notice her parents were never around, it was how it had always been. Her father Don stayed after school for meetings or to help his students. Her mother Rita worked as an investment manager at a bank. As the only child, Holly grew up basically on her own. When she was tested for school, she was placed in a gifted program. Her maturity and intellect had her by passing years of schooling. On occasion, she would stop at the public high school where her father taught. Most of the time, he was still with a student or two. She came to realize that every time, she stopped at his class room, the same girl was there. A few years older than Holly, the pretty teen was always wearing plunging necklines and revealing skirts or shorts. Holly wondered to this day what the truth of relationship between her father and Louise was. By the time she was fifteen, she knew her parents never slept in the same room. Sometimes not even the same house. Rita would be gone for days and rarely checked on or cared about what Holly was doing.
When the local newspaper ran an article on her father's accusation there was no hiding it. Don Graham was arrested on charges of having a torrid affair with his seventeen year old student. Although the paper never mentioned the minor's name, Holly knew it was Louise. Within a matter of days, he was fired from his job and the charges against him grew to include statuary rape and gross sexual imposition of a minor. The district attorney was going after the teacher. Unable to handle the situation or unwilling to believe her husband, Rita Graham filed for divorce. She wanted nothing to do with Holly.
Holly's life did turn upside down. No longer the ignored daughter, she was the unwanted daughter. Her mother packed her things and never looked back. Holly was faced with dealing with her father arrest, the media attention and the fact he was involved with a girl two years older than she was.
For the first time in her life, she didn't know what to do. The court appointed defense attorney for her father must have voiced his concerns for the teenager to his social services colleagues. When attorney Jordan Norwood came into Holly's life, it was at a time she longer trusted adults and couldn't relate to teenagers. Jordan advised Holly of her rights and what options she had available. She chose the route of emancipation. Jordan had the proceeding fast tracked, not wanting to subject Holly to the foster care system. As a legal adult, she was able to enroll in university and continue with her studies. Jordan Norwood did save Holly. It was Jordan who told of her father's suicide ten days before his trial was to begin. Holly didn't bat an eye. She thanked the woman for the update and went to class.
Her years at Kent State were a miserable blur. She received a scholarship from one of the endowment funds. Her college fund was seized during her father's trial. She had nothing. She lived with a professor's family, serving as a live in nanny for the two small children they had. Oddly enough, Holly found she liked the kids and the couple she was working for. The family she worked for usually spent the holidays in Europe, which meant Holly was homeless during these times. She managed to crash at a classmate's place, but she was usually alone. Occasionally, she would be dating someone who would ask her over to celebrate. She never quite fit in. She didn't know how to interact with others. Of course the question about her family always came up.
Tomorrow at Tracey's family's, there were going to be questions, lots of them. Holly had prolonged the meeting with the Campbell family for months and from the way Tracey approached the subject of meeting the family, the natives were getting restless.
"What happened with the girl?"
"I don't know. After, the house was sold and I've never gone back there." Holly pondered her past. "I always wonder if he was innocent. Then I think, why would he kill himself if he was innocent?"
"I guess it's something you'll never know."
"I guess not. I'm sorry for laying all this on you."
"What about you're mom? Did she even care what happened to you?"
"She wanted nothing to do with me. I went to college. When I got into medical school I came here and bought this house. Funny thing is, she came into the ER a few years ago looking for me."
"Did you talk to her?"
"No, I had nothing to say."
"Holly, please try to talk to me. Inside there is so much hurt." Tracey placed her hand over Holly's heart. "I don't want you to hurt anymore." There was so much damage done by her parents that Tracey didn't know where to start.
"I don't know. It's really hard for me." She turned to face Tracey. "This is the reason I stayed away from your family. I've been scared to meet them. Come on, Tracey, how many times have they invited me over, six or seven? What happens, I pick up a shift." Holly nuzzled Tracey's breast with her nose. "You were smart about telling me last minute."
"Busted. I know you have been avoiding it. They really want to meet you." Tracey knew her parents were about to revolt if they didn't meet Holly soon. She wouldn't put it past Frank to grab a shotgun and demand to meet Holly. "What did you do for Christmas this year?" Tracey thought how lonely Holly must be.
"Went to Greg and Mark's and I worked." Holly saw the concern in Tracey's eyes. "It's okay. I've been on my own for almost fifteen years. I'm used to being on my own."
"What about Pam? Did you have a relationship with her family?"
"I barely had a relationship with Pam." Holly kissed Tracey lightly on the lips. "What Pam and I were complacent. She though that I was a challenge so she tried to get me to go out with her. She is all about a challenge. When the challenge is gone, she finds a new one. That is why she put on the show Valentine's Day. A challenge to get me back, or try to date you," Holly started to laugh. "I thought I had issues."
"Come here." Tracey kissed Holly softly on the lips. She touched her gently on the face and ran her hand down her back. "We are going to be together for a long time. I promise you. If you do not want to meet my folks then it's okay."
"I do want to meet them. It's hard with memories and questions are asked and I have really no answers."
"Holly, they will love you. You don't have to answer any questions. I'm sure they won't pry. They are military born and breed. Do ask, Don't tell."
"You deserve so much more than I can give you."
"I'll take anything you can give me." Tracey pulled her closer and kissed her with all the love she felt. "I just want to be with you."
Chapter 12
Holly sat in her Honda CRV, her hands braced against the wheel of the six-year-old SUV. She sat at the stop sign two blocks away from Tracey's parents' house. She promised Tracey she'd be there at four o'clock. Slowly the clock on the dash approached three fifty five as Holly took a deep breath and checked for traffic. She continued towards the Campbell home. Around the corner came in view the home of a career military man, who with the help of his wife raised three boys and one amazing daughter. Holly shrugged at that thought. She had never been on friendly terms with anyone's family, including her own.
A therapist would have a field day with Holly. Especially now she was dating a teacher, her father's former career. Holly could no longer avoid meeting Tracey's family. If she wanted to continue to have a relationship with the teacher, she would have to subject herself to meeting the family. Tracey was close with her brothers. What were the names of Tracey's brothers? She knew the youngest was Tom. There was a Chris. The oldest was David. Her mother's name was Ellen. There was no way she'd forget Frank, Holly thought as she pulled in front of the Campbell residence. The house was modest and in an older development in Montgomery county. Tracey mentioned they had moved to the DC area so the kids could finish high school in one area and her father could finish his service to the Navy.
Holly pulled in front of the house. There were four cars in the driveway with a large RV that was parked on its own slab next to the garage. In the driveway, three boys and four girls played basketball. Holly cringed as the ball came off the backboard and hit the hood on a BMW.
"Hi." A little girl about six said as Holly walked up the drive with two of homemade apple pies.
"Hello." She answered back as she noticed she was the center of attention of the group. "Is your Aunt Tracey in the house?"
"Yep." One of the older boys answered. "Are you the doctor?" Holly laughed out loud.
"Yes, but call me Holly."
"Cool. I'm Luke." He pushed back his Raven's winter cap and took the plate from her hands. "Wow you're tall. You're not as tall as my dad but you're going to tower over grandma." Luke gave a smile that revealed a flash of his aunt. "Come on in. We're waiting for you. Nothing big but you know proper manners and stuff."
"How old are you?" Holly asked.
"Fourteen next month, you interested?" Holly stopped in her tracks. "I'm joking. The family's waiting." Holly looked at the younger version of Tracey. "Grandma has been talking about you since January. She's very excited to meet you." Luke walked with through the garage and into the mudroom.
"Aunt Trace!" He yelled as he hit the door. "The doctor's here." He popped off his hat as his brownish blonde hair stood straight up from the static electricity. There was a shuffle of shoes as he kicked off his sneakers next to the dryer. A smaller woman with grayish hair came into the mudroom.
"Luke, where are your manner's?" Holly knew that it was Tracey's mother. They had the same color eyes and the shape of her face mirrored Tracey's.
"Hello. I'm Ellen Campbell. Welcome. I've heard a lot about you."
"Thank you for the invitation. I apologize for not coming over sooner. Sometimes work gets in the way."
"That's right Tracey says you work a lot. You're not working now are you?"
"No." Holly said with a smile. Inside, she was working on keeping her nerves in order. Ellen was a small woman with grayish brown hair. She was close to five four in height. "I brought some pies."
"You didn't have to do that." Ellen took her coat. "It was very nice of you."
"I think Luke took the plate in."
"That Luke he's my oldest grandson, David's son." Ellen looked in the hallway mirror. "Do I look like a grandmother to you?" She pushed her hair back.
"No, I would've never guessed." Holly felt on edge. Ellen did look old enough to be a grandmother. Holly had seen grandmothers as young as twenty-seven.
"Ms. Graham, I hope you're a good doctor because you're not a very good liar." Ellen teased as she waved her hand and laughed. "I have five grandchildren, Luke and Mora are David's. Chris has three, Chad, and the twins, Lisa and Lauren. Tom has the one, Patrick. Most of them are outside playing. There are some neighbor kids in that mix creating havoc outside. I'm hoping that Tracey has children. Do you like children?"
"Kids are great." Holly knew that Ellen could see right through her lie. The older woman gave her a nod. Holly felt her stomach turn into knots and her head began to spin. Kids, kids, grand children... last night they were in a fight about living together. No one had said anything about children. Did Tracey want children? Did she want children? Where was this day going to take her? Tracey appeared in the room in front of her.
"Hey, I didn't know you were here. " She said getting to her feet and greeted Holly with a hug. "Did you meet my mom?"
"Yes, and some of the kids. Luke is a charmer." Holly felt odd just hugging Tracey. Normally they would kiss but in front of family the rules were a bit different. She felt Tracey let her hand linger on the small of her back.
"Yes, he is. He learned it all from his aunt." Holly felt her face flush at Tracey's statement. "Come on, I want you to meet my brothers." Tracey led the way from the kitchen to the family room of the house. There was a hallway full of photographs. Holly stopped to admire them.
"This you?" She pointed to a photo of a younger Tracey with a football helmet on and playing in a group of boys.
"Yes," Tracey pointed to the picture. "This is Tommy and that is Chris with my cousins Bobby and Phil."
"There are so many." Holly stood back and took in the wall of family photos. The Campbell children had various similarities but she was able to tell them apart. Tommy and Chris had hair the same shade as Tracey's. David was the only one with black hair like their father.
"You know that I have never thought of it that way. There are many memories on this wall. I walk by it all the time without even a second thought."
"You have to have a first thought to have a second thought." The deep voice came from behind Tracey. Holly looked in the face of a very masculine version of Tracey.
"Tommy, this is Holly." Tracey said. Holly knew Tracey was only a year older than her brother, Tom.
"Hello." Holly said.
"Hello. So this is the mystery woman you keep dishing me for." Tom put his hand on his chin. The nod of approval came slowly. "Well, I can see why." Tracey punched him in the arm. "Nice to meet you. I heard Luke say you brought pies?"
"I did. I've heard a lot about you."
"I've heard more about you I bet." Tracey punched him again. "Dad and David are watching the game. Do you like hockey?"
"Not really." Holly answered truthfully.
"Thank God. " Tom smiled. "I'm getting something to drink. Do you want anything?"
"No, thank you." Holly thought that if she started drinking at this point, there would be no stopping her. Tom went towards the kitchen.
"Are you okay?" Tracey asked her. Holly shook her head. "Come in here." Tracey motioned her to follow her into the bedroom. Holly let her composure slip once Tracey shut the door. Her hands covered her face and ran over her hair. She paced the floor.
"Deep breaths...breathe.... tell me what is going on?"
"I lied to your mother and said that she didn't look like a grandmother. Tracey I see women who are in their twenties who are grandmothers. She started with the grand kid thing and if you are going to have kids. Christ, I don't even know where we are going let alone kids." Holly sat down on the bed. She glanced around the room. "Is this your room?"
"Yes...Dr. Freak out." Tracey knelt in front of her. "You need to relax. There is nothing about this day that you can't handle. We should do it right now so that you relax." Tracey began to unbuckle her belt and pull her shirt from her waist band.
"Are you kidding? I can't. Not here." Holly squirmed away from Tracey until she caught the teasing in smoky gray eyes. Tracey was laughing at her. "I must rally care about you. Right now I'm having a break down and you are joking about having sex in your parents house."
"Relax. I'm trying to make you comfortable."
"Home is where I would be comfortable." Holly said as she leaned down and kissed Tracey's lips. The soft kiss caused a desire to rise in Holly. "I better not do that again."
"We can later when we are home." Tracey took her hands and stood up. "Are you ready to meet the rest of the swabs?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Nope."
"Then the answer is yes!" Holly said with a fake salute. Tracey kissed her, taking her face between her hands and kissing her deeply. Holly's desire began to stir more. Tracey brought her closer and kissed her deeper. They broke apart and stared at each other.
"This is my family. They mean the world to me. You are very special to me and they know that. If you do not feel comfortable, we can leave. Are you okay with this?"
"Yes." Holly took her hand and kissed it. "Thank you." Tracey gathered her up in her arms. She held her for a couple of minutes.
"Ready, take a deep breath." Holly felt like one of her patients. She took a deep breath. "Exhale." Tracey coached her. "Let's go before they think we are doing something that we want to do." Tracey winked at her as she led her towards the door. As soon as they walked into the hallway there was very short very pregnant woman with a little girl holding her hand.
"Someone didn't nap very long." Tracey looked at the little girl. "Mora, I though you were supposed to be sleeping." Tracey tussled the little girl's her hair as she put her thumb in her mouth hiding behind her mother's leg.
"Tracey, I'm dying. Your mother." The woman stopped and looked at Holly. "Hi. I'm Kelly, David's wife." Kelly stared at her for a minute. "I know you. You're friends with Dr. Walosky. I work in the Research unit."
"Yes..Yes. I know you. I haven't seen you in awhile." Holly said as she looked at the woman's stomach.
"I've been a little busy." She put her hand on her stomach. "I went to part time and now if they really need me I will go in." Tracey picked up the little girl and swung her on her hip. They headed into the family room. "David, this is Holly, Tracey's friend."
The tall raven-haired man got to his feet. He stood well over six feet. His features were chiseled and defined and his skin color was darker olive than Tracey's color.
"Hello, nice to meet you." David stuck his hand out. "Good to finally put a face with a name."
"Hon, Holly is friends with Dr. Walosky."
"Really, didn't he just get that big research award?"
"Holly gave his introduction at the benefit. " Tracey piped up.
"That's right. I remember you saying something about it but I didn't make the connection." Kelly moved towards the small sunroom off the TV room.
"Dad, this is Holly." Tracey made the introductions. As the short older version of David came into the room carrying a couple of beers, Holly felt her stomach twist and knot. His high and tight hair cut looked freshly trimmed. He eyed Holly over, then extended his hand.
"Frank, call me Frank. Here take this you probably need it." He handed Holly a beer. "Ellen is a little rough on the new ones. Right Kelly?"
"Let me tell you about it." The pregnant woman sighed. Holly felt a wave of relief rush over her. Frank winked at her. "It's very nice to meet you. I heard you took this one rock climbing. That had to be a challenge."
"It was fun." Holly realized these people were normal and trying to make her feel comfortable. "Right Trace?" She relaxed a bit as she realized she liked Tracey's family. She sat near Frank as they started taking about eco challenges and competition extreme sports. Frank had been a Navy seal and was very proud of the tattoo he had on his bicep.
"David's got some alligator on his shoulder." Frank complained and David laughed.
"Watch out Holly. He is going to bust out the stories any second." Tommy yelled as he roughed Chad's hair. "So it will be something about walking to school in the snow both ways up hill."
"Is he showing his tattoos off?" A voice asked as another shaggy brown haired brother popped his head in the room. "Does Holly have any?"
Speechless for a moment, Holly realized Tracey's siblings were teasing her. The latest addition had to be Chris. "No comment." Holly scooted into the corner of the couch. "What's with the tattoos?" Holly asked.
"Dad likes to say each tattoo should have a war story. Do you have any?" When Holly didn't answer right away, Chris continued. "I'll ask Tracey." Chris started to exit the room. "Just kidding." He came back in the room. "That's next visit." He teased the doctor.
The television in the family room still tuned to the hockey game, Holly became the center of attention as she was introduced to the rest of the Campbell clan. Frank managed to corral her into the space next to him on the couch, while Tracey and her sister-in-laws Kelly and Trish headed to the kitchen to help with dinner preparation.
"Do you think she'll be okay with dad?" Tracey glanced back at Holly sitting casually next to her dad.
"If Frank did to her what he did to me, she'll be fine." Trish said ignoring the strange look Tracey gave her.
"I'm going to bow out on kitchen duty." Kelly explained as she placed her hands on her lower back. "I'm having a rough time today." The eight month pregnant woman was moving slowly and having a hard time catching her breath.
"Kell, why don't you lay down for awhile? We can handle it. Besides, my mom is just going to tell us are in the way like normal."
"Take quick nap. We'll wake you for dinner." Trish commented holding open the bedroom door for her. They walked back to the kitchen, leaving Kelly to sleep in Tracey's bedroom.
"What did Frank do to you?" Tracey whispered to Trish trying not to let Ellen hear her question.
"He came to my parents house to talk to me." Trish confessed. "You know how it was when Chris and I started dating."
"Yeah..." Tracey thought back. Her sister-in-law came from an abusive family with drinking and drug issues. When Trish met the Campbells, she didn't know what to make of a family that sat down and ate dinner with conversations instead of heated arguments and beatings.
"Your dad came over and took me for coffee. He sat me down and told me that I had no choice as to who my family was." Trish wiped a tear away. "That I did have a choice as to who I let control my life. He asked me if I still wanted my dad to have that control over me. I didn't, but I wasn't sure how I'd survive without money or a roof over my head. I had a job but nothing that could support me while I went to school." Trish looked over her shoulder to where her children played in the yard. "Your dad paid for my apartment while I was in school." Tracey's mouth must have dropped open slightly. "Oh, I said no way at first. I've been propositioned by dirty old men who want an exchange of goods." She blushed. "He laughed. He told me to think about it and let him know by the end of the month."
"Did you tell Chris?"
"He made one stipulation, I wasn't to let Chris know. I took him up on the offer. Once I graduated and started to work, I tried to play him back, but he wouldn't take it. He said to put it in a college fund for our kids. Tracey, we weren't even married yet."
"You know my dad. He doesn't say a lot but when he does, it usually has a purpose." Tracey thought back to the past week with Holly. Even though they didn't see each other, she did spend the night at Holly's, but was gone before she got home from work. Through the night, she held on to Holly's pillow as if it were the doctor. "Do you think he paid a visit to Holly?"
"After the last family dinner, I think he did. She seemed a little intimidated by him when they met."
"Why wouldn't she tell me?"
"If Frank did visit her, she won't. Believe me, I know what it's like to have your dad tell you to keep the visit to yourself. She'll never mention it."
"Tracey can you make the salad? Trish, can you set the table?" Ellen asked as she breezed between the women. "Please tell me you got Kelly to lie down. She's been under my feet all day." Ellen blew her bangs out of her eyes and wiped her damp hands on the apron. "I love you kids, but sometimes you're just in the way."
"Oh we know mom." Tracey winked at Trish. "Kelly is taking a nap."
"Where is your friend?"
"Holly is being subjected to the Campbell men, so she'll appreciate the Campbell women." Tracey smiled, knowing Holly could hold her own with her family. "I'm going to be getting some tonight." Tracey whispered in Trish's ear. When her sister-in-law's face turned ruby red, she said. "What?"
"You've never talked like that about someone." Trish laughed. "I was beginning to wonder if even knew..." Trish stopped when Ellen came close.
"We all were wondering if you knew what it was like to have great sex." Ellen voiced what Trish was going to say. "Oh honey, we've all been hoping you'd find someone you really liked." Ellen pinched her cheek. "And it's about time. I would have a hard time if that was Maxine Kendall sitting in family room with your father."
"Mom!" Tracey was embarrassed, by the conversation going on around her.
"Face it Trace, you enjoy sleeping with that woman."
"I love it." Tracey smiled as she pulled a head lettuce from the frig. "I really love it." This was the first conversation she ever had with her family about her sex life. "I just can't seem to get enough of her."
"Now you understand the rabbit theory."
"Understand and practice...thank god we can't get pregnant." Tracey tipped her head back and laughed.
"Now I'm jealous. It took three kids for us to figure it out." Trish countered. Ellen chuckled.
"Took us four." She explained as she placed a hand on Tracey's shoulders. "I'm happy for you honey. It's good to see you like this." Ellen hummed and continued to set the food containers on the counter top.
"Anyone need help?" Holly stood in the doorway, her hand on the door jam. "Your family has an obsession with tattoos."
"They didn't." Trish said with a laugh. "Did Frank make his hula girl dance for you?"
"I didn't get to see the hula girl. I'm going to have to ask for a special showing." Holly saw the surprised look in Ellen's eye. "I'm teasing."
"She's teasing you Holly. Frank doesn't have any girl tattooed on his body and if he does, he's going home with one of the kids." Ellen huffed at Trish. "Probably Chris if I had to pick one." Ellen opened the oven and pulled the rack out. Set on top was the largest ham Holly had ever seen. "Tracey, can you get this?" Ellen asked her daughter to lift the pan to the stove top.
"Holly if you could, please let everyone know dinner is ready. Tell Luke and he'll round up the kids. Don't worry about Kelly. She is napping." Ellen smiled when the tall woman nodded and headed towards the noisy family room. "She's nice Tracey. I like her." Tracey kissed her mom's forehead and smiled.
"Thank you."
"Practice." She said when she caught Holly staring at her. By the time pies were cut and passed around, Holly was stuffed to the gills and debating about using the stepper when she got home. She needed to unbutton her pants to feel comfortable. She felt Tracey's hand on her knee and couldn't suppress the smile that appeared on her face. She enjoyed meeting her family. She couldn't remember the last time she felt like she was welcomed into a family. Just as she lifted her fork to her mouth, she heard the cry.
"David!" It was a muffled cry from the hallway that caused panic through the house. A flash of dark hair jumped from the table and ran down the hallway. Holly felt the hair on her arms stand up.
"There's something wrong." Ellen said with her voice rising in fear.
"Mom!" David's voice called out. Tracey got to her feet as did the rest of the adults around the table. She felt her heart pound. Kelly rarely complained with her previous pregnancies. Tracey wasn't sure if was because her sister-in-laws age, but this time around the pregnancy was taking a toll on Kelly. She stole a glance at Holly who looked very calm.
"There's a lot of blood." The words floated down the hallway to Tracey's ears. She felt a hand on her arm and found Holly standing next to her.
"Grab the phone." Holly said calmly and brushed past her towards the bedroom. Tracey nodded and grabbed the cordless from the kitchen wall. Holly made her way into the bedroom. Tracey stood at the door watching as the doctor squatted next to the bed. She placed a hand on Kelly's abdomen. There were quiet words exchanged. Holly nodded and lifted her eyes to Tracey's face.
"Alright everyone out!" Frank's voice boomed. He looked at Holly. "Except for you doctor." The room cleared out except for David.
"Can someone get my bag out of my car?" Holly held out her keys and Frank swiped them from her hands. "Thanks. Ellen can you get some boiling water and some linens?" Holly's focus went to David and Kelly. "You've done this before, right?" The couple nodded. "Same drill, just with a little twist." Holly gave the couple a small smile. "When I get my bag, I'm going to see what's going on with this one. As a precaution, I'm going to have Tracey call for an ambulance." She nodded towards Tracey who forgot she was holding the phone.
"It hurts." Kelly winced when another contraction hit her. Her hand was wrapped in David's as she bore down with the pain.
"I know this is going to be hard, but don't push..." Holly said as her medical bag was placed at her feet. Frank stood next to her huffing and puffing as if he was in labor. Holly slipped on a pair of gloves and began to examine Kelly. "Tracey." Holly called to her again. "Call and let them know we have a thirty four year old female in labor. The baby decided to come a little early and is..." She paused looking for the right word. "Backwards."
Tracey backed out of the room with the phone in hand. She pressed in the three digits. She felt someone next to her. Her father was white as a ghost. There was a trail of perspiration along his temple. His smile was faint.
"911, what's your emergency?"
"Hello..." Tracey didn't recognize her own voice. "I need an ambulance sent to 11238 Rosewood Lane. There is a thirty four year old female in labor. We have a doctor at the location but she said the baby is backwards."
"Okay....I've got an ambulance on its way. I need you to stay on the line with me. Can you tell me if she is having contractions? How far apart are they?"
"Dad, see if Kelly's having contractions and the time between them." Tracey held the phone against her chin and gave orders. Frank disappeared in the room and was back in a less than thirty seconds.
"They're every ten minutes and she is dilated at 5 cm." Frank called out. The operator must of have heard him because she repeated the stats in Tracey's ear. "She can't get a read on the baby but the mother's blood pressure is elevated."
"Did you get that?" Tracey asked the 911 operator.
"Yes.." The operator said as sirens were heard in the background. Luke went running down the driveway waving to the bus into the driveway. The teenager was worried about his mom.
"The ambulance is here." Tracey let the operator know. Frank opened the door and let the two person crew into the house. Tracey recognized the bald headed EMT from the bus accident. He held on to the stretcher, wheeling it past Tracey. Following him was his partner, Pam, Holly's ex-girlfriend. She gave Tracey a slight smile and trying to work her charm. It was a half a second before she realized who she was staring at. The expression on the EMT's face, along with the faltering footing led Tracey to believe Pam was a bit surprised by her presence. Tracey would love to see her face when she realized Holly is in with Kelly.
"Dr. Graham...." The male EMT called out when he saw Holly at the bedside. "Making house calls?"
"Richard, good to see you as always." Holly's eyes looked past his face and over his shoulder to the second member of the team. "Ms. Farmer." She commented when Pam walked into the room. "We have a frank breech. Kelly is a nurse in Dr. Greg's office. This is her third child. BP is elevated 135 over 90. Contractions are approximately stabilized at ten minutes. Dilated to 6cm. What week are you in?"
"Thirty weeks..." David called out before his wife could. "Is everything alright?"
"I can't get a monitor on the baby here but at the hospital they can do that." Holly pulled her stethoscope over her shoulder. "Did you know you were breech?"
"He's been really active the last couple of days. If I'd have known, I would've stopped it." Kelly commented. The beads of sweat were resting on her forehead. David wiped them away with a cloth. She smiled at him.
"Who's your OBGYN?" Holly asked. She stepped back and let the crew do their job. By the rigidness in Pam's posture, Holly knew the EMT was pissed. Her movements were clipped and she uttered one word responses to Rich.
"Dr. Levin, he's out of..."
"Townson. I know him." Holly looked at the monitor and to her watch. "I'm going to give Adam a call and let him know what's going on. Rich and Pam are going get you ready for transport. Do you have any questions?"
"Are you coming with us?" David asked as Kelly shook her head.
"I think the family will be right behind you and if you need me, I will be at the hospital. Your sister may have an issue with me working though."
"This is a family thing. Not a work issue." Kelly called out. "If she doesn't understand, then she'll have to deal with me."
"I understand!" Tracey came up behind Holly and placed her hand on her lower back. There was no way she was going to let Holly out of her sight with Pam nearby.
"I will go, but I'm not working." Holly said quietly as she pulled Tracey closer.
"Welcome to the family." Tracey said as she leaned in to kiss Holly on the lips.