The Good Doctor 21
At three o’clock in the morning Pete got a call from
the hospital. He whispered. “Babe, I gotta go!” My
hand fell from his warm body as he slid out of bed, dressed
quickly and hurried to a cold car. I rolled over and went back
to sleep……………..for twenty minutes
I can’t sleep without him. How did that happen? I tossed
and turned and finally around four o’clock, I got up
and showered. The house feels so empty when Pete is gone and
Jase is still asleep. I could wake him up. I could tell him
that it’s later, he wouldn’t know. No! I can’t
do that! I sat at the kitchen table and finally laid my head
on my crossed arms and fell asleep.
I open my eyes. Jase’s chin is resting on his hands
and his black hair is all messed up. He’s staring at
“Whatcha doin, Dad? How come you’re
sleepin in the kitchen?”
I yawned. “Waitin for you to get up.” I
reach across the table and touch his nose with the tip of
He looks at me oddly “Me?”
I yawn, lean back and stretch and then
stare for moment at my little boy. I’m totally tired. I hold out my arms
to him and he scurries around the table and climbs onto my
lap. God I love him! “Yep youuuuuuu.” I bury my
face in the crook of his neck and he giggles. I lift my head
and smell his hair, it moves like downy feathers across my
face. He feels thin and warm in my arms. A little dynamo, the
life force is glowing, incandescent.
I whisper in his ear. “Should we make breakfast, Kiddo?” We’re
dressed in regulation breakfast making underwear, mine are
blue boxers and Jase’s are bright red briefs. I don’t
want to ever let him go.
“Yeah, Dad, let’s make breakfast.” He jumps
down from my lap and runs to get the bread for toast. As he’s
putting the bread into the toaster he asks me. “How come
you call me Kiddo, Dad?”
I’m getting the eggs and heating the frying pan. “I
dunno. Well………maybe it’s cause my dad
used to call me Kiddo. Funny………..he doesn’t
do that anymore but he used to, when I was a kid. Maybe that’s
it, kid equals kiddo or………………I
dunno, maybe not. Seems to me that it’s an Irish expression.”
“Did you like it when Grandpa called
I sprayed the bottom of the frying pan
and started cracking eggs into it. “Yeah………I guess that
I did, Jase. I guess that it made me feel closer to him in
a way, although I don’t know why it would but yeah I
think that it did. Why, don’t you like it when I call
He didn’t look at me but concentrated on the toaster. “Yeah,
Dad, I like it a lot when you call me Kiddo.” His voice
got softer. “It makes me feel good.” Little kids
are so honest, it’s all right there on the surface.
We glanced at each other quickly and
suddenly we both smiled. I walked over to Jase and kiss his
forehead. My right hand
gently cups the side of his head. “I love you more than
anything you know.”
“I love you too, Dad! More than
“Rose, I still don’t see why you’re so down.
You’ve been whining all morning, you’re getting
“Sweetie, I’ve got two fucking
winding machines down! That means that a hundred people are
sitting in my factory
talking about the television shows that they watched last night.”
“So where’s your maintenance
“Who the fuck knows? Probably doin
each other in the back seat of my car.”
“Honey, the one thing that you don’t
need is more inspiration. How are you coming with the commitment
“Well, I guess that I’m not
really sure but pretty good I think.”
“Eric, you sound like you work
for the government. Could you be a little more specific?”
“Well my mom is handling all the eating and entertaining
stuff and Pete is……………..well,
I dunno, he’s talking to my mom about all that stuff.”
“And you’re what? Standing
around looking pretty?”
“No, Rose! I’m involved in the whole thing! Pete
is bringing home catalogs tonight so that we can pick out invitations.
You make it sound like I’m not involved, like I don’t
care.” This woman pushes all the buttons! But I finally
decide that I feel sorrier for her than I am pissed at her
and she is a good customer.
“Are these the winding machines
my dad sold you like right after the First World War?”
“The very ones, Sweetie! And, as I recall, your dad
told me that they’d never break down.”
“Rose! I’m thinking that my dad probably figured
that you be buying something updated before the century ended.” She
started to speak but I cut her off. “Okay, okay, Rose.
The thing is that Aaron, the guy that does some of my repair
could probably fix those if you REALLY don’t have a maintenance
“Well, Eric, the fact of the matter is that one of my
guys is on his honeymoon, which by the way is ludicrous considering
how long those two have been shacking up together and the other
one is down with the flu. So if you think your guy can help
send him on over. But for God’s sake do it fast!” I
was writing out a note to Ellen and waved her in while I was
still talking to Rose.
“Okay, calm down, Rose. Ellen is taking a note out to
Aaron now. Give em like thirty minutes. You sure you don’t
have those guys tied up in your office so that they can be
used as sexual playthings?”
“Honey, I get palpations looking
at the pictures in Time magazine! A sexual plaything would
put me into cardiac
I’m warming up Chicken Scarpariello in the microwave
and beginning to sauté blocks of cold Polenta as my
very tired doctor/boyfriend drags himself in through the door
from the garage.
I smile at him and lift a questioning
Pete drops his briefcase and walks over
to me and wraps his arms around me from behind and rests
his chin on my shoulder. “Fuck
I’m tired!” He never swears! Well, hardly ever.
He glances towards the microwave. “Geez that smells good!”
I smile as he nuzzles my neck. “Just one minor creation
from Helen Cortland’s World of Italian Cooking.”
This is always a little touchy but I
gotta ask. “So
everything go okay this morning, the emergency thingy?”
Somehow I can feel him closing his eyes
tightly. He sighs very softly and I can feel his belt buckle
pressing into my
lower back as he tightens his arms gently around me. “Tough
pregnancy, tough birth.” He kissed the side of my neck. “Where’s
Jase?” Jase heals everyone. It’s funny because
I do the same thing. Anytime my day was been total shit the
person I need to connect with is Jase. It’s like he makes
“He’s with my mom. Actually they should be here
any moment. This was her day to pick him up.” She’s
different with Jase, different than she is with me, more tolerant.
And amazingly she does understand that I want to raise Jase
the way that I want to raise him and she seems to respect that,
well, to a degree.
Pete turns me around and kisses me on
the mouth and then moves his tongue in to play with mine.
I pull back and then kiss
his chin. Pete says. “Tonight…………I
just want a quiet evening with you and Jase.” That’s
the kinda night that we always have and I give him an odd look.
He smiles lopsidedly. “I wanna lay on the sofa with my
head in your lap.” His day must really have been a bitch
but he’ll tell me about it when he ready. Anyway I like
it when he’s like this, I love comforting him.
His right hand comes up and brushes my hair off of my forehead
and he kisses me again.
God, I love you!” He’s like continually kissing
me, like he can’t get enough of little ole me. His day
really must have been a bitch.
He starts chewing the side of my neck
and I’m on the
verge of shooting into my blue boxers when I hear my mother’s
car door slam. Fuck!
I pull away from Pete very reluctantly. “I
love you too, Babe but the cops just pulled up.”
“Oooohhhh!” He groans and pulls me quickly back
to him and kisses me. Damn he’s strong! “Later………I
really need you.” I don’t think that he means sex
necessarily but maybe.
Jase bursts into the house with a very
tired looking grandmother right behind him. He barrels into
Pete with his arms raised. “Up,
Pete!” Pete scoops him up and for the first time since
he got home he looks genuinely relaxed.
Jase has got his legs wrapped around
Pete’s waist and
he’s leaning back with no sense of fear that he might
be allowed to fall.
Pete asks him. “So young man, how
did you spend your day?”
“We went shopping, Pete!” My
mother is leaning against the counter with her shopping bags
lying dropped at
She waves a hand in my general direction. “Your son
is gonna kill me! I told him, I said Jason, stay with Grandma!
You think he did that? He was up, he was down, he was on the
escalator, he was hiding.” She looked at me and shook
her head. “He gets this from you! This is exactly what
you did when you were his age.” She shrugs. “For
that matter it’s practically what you do today.”
Mom shrugs greatly and pushes off from
the counter. “I’m
going home. I need the rest. Cooking for your father is a walk
in the park compared to this.” She shakes her head slowly
all the way out to her car.
I walk over to where Jase is being held
in Pete’s arms
and kiss him. “So you had a great time with Grandma?” He
paid no attention whatever to what we adults were saying.
“Yeah, Dad! We did all kinds a
“Did Grandma have a good time?”
Jase nods. “She said that she has
the best time with me! We had treats!”
“Did Grandma get tired? You know
sometimes you wear her out.”
Jase shook his head slowly. “Nope, Grandma’s
strong! She beat me to the toy store! We had a race.”
I looked at Pete and slowly raised an
eyebrow. “I rest
my case, she’s psycho.”
Pete kissed Jase’s forehead and lowered him to the floor. “Inconclusive!
People often exaggerate. Aaaaaannndd, in you mom’s mind
maybe it seemed like it was the way that she described it.” Jase
had taken off for the family and the TV so Pete pulled me to
him and kissed me again. “She loves you. Like me.” I
lean my head against his chest, his pecs are solid, like the
rest of him, he’s a solid guy. I want to fuck him, I’ve
been thinking about it all day but I don’t tell him that.
I know that it’s not really his favorite thing but I’m
certain that if I can just get him to relax with it a little
more than previously we can make this work.
Jase was lying flat on his stomach with
his head propped up in his hands soaking up electrons in
front of the television.
He might as well be on another planet, he’s probably
being turned into something from another planet by all those
electrons but he seems to like it.
Pete is also lying on his stomach but
he’s on the sofa
and his head is in my lap. He’s changed clothes and is
in jeans and a tee shirt. Pete’s right arm is around
my back and his left hand is on my knee. He’s watching
television in kind of an off again on again way and often he’s
twisting his head around to talk to me. Every time that he
turns his head his blond hair feathers out against my pants.
His jeans are old, faded and soft and are kinda riding up his
butt. Most of the time when he comes home from work he hops
in the shower and then just slips into these old jeans, no
underwear. Coooomandoooo! The sight of it and my thinking about
it are making me hard and I figure that at any moment he’s
gonna become aware of that but it never seems to happen. With
my left hand I’m lightly rubbing his back and like always
I’m surprised by how much muscle is there.
“I get to touch you.” Did
I actually say that?
“Huh?” He twists his head
around and gives me a questioning look.
I feel stupid. “Ahhhhh, you get to touch me too!” How
did I get into this? “I mean it just hit me that we kinda
physically belong to each other. Like we can touch each other
any time that we want to, it’s not like you can do that
with a stranger……….usually. I already knew
that but I guess that somehow I hadn’t really spelled
it out in my mind. I don’t think that I really meant
to say it though. It just kinda came out.” He’s
probably wondering where is car keys are. God I’m an
I lower my voice to the point where I’m positive that
Jase won’t hear me. “It’s like at night when
you hold my balls while we’re going to sleep. I like
that. I like it that you feel that you can do that, that because
we’re a couple and you’ve got that right, it makes
me feel…………..safe.” I sigh. “Am
I making any fucking sense?”
There’s a smile in his voice. “Yep, I think so.” His
left hand slides up my leg until his fingers wrap around my
hardon. Oh my!
At about eight-thirty Jase has gone from
lying with his head propped on his hands to lying there spread-eagle
with his head
turned to the side. He’s out cold. Little boy tired.
Pete and I get up and carry Jase to his
bedroom. Nothing really wakes him up when he’s like this, even if he starts talking
he’s still asleep. We take off his pants and sweat shirt
and put him to bed in just his underwear. He’s flopping
around like we’re undressing a rag doll. It won’t
kill him not to wear his pajamas for one night, although my
mother would probably disagree.
In our room I flip the lock on the door
and we undress. The first player to make an appearance is
my hardon, which has
been waiting in the wings all evening. The thing about a hardon
is that it’s either there or not and its meaning is very
Pete has been watching me and smiling ever since we started
He walks over to me and wraps my dick
in his fingers. He’s
still smiling and his cock is poking me in the abdomen. “I
do know what you want to do with that you know.” His
face is brushing mine our breath is intermingling.
“Yeah?” He kisses me and
jerks my cock a little.
He whispers. “Wait here for second.” He walks
over to the bed and pulls back the covers. His body is glowing
from the soft light thrown by the bedside lamps. His back is
a V of muscle, his legs and butt strong and lean. Without looking
back at me he lies down on the bed on his stomach his face
turned to the right, his right leg slightly bent his eyes shut
and a small smile on his face. Finally he opens one eye and
says. “Now would be a good time.”