180 days with my crush

Femi POV

MONDAY. Another antenatal clinic day for pregnant women. The gynecology clinic bustled with anticipation, its room filled with expectant mothers, nervous new patients, weary women seeking solace, and worried relatives who came to see or accompany their loved ones. Soft hues and calming paintings and colors adorned the wall with a gentle counterpoint to the whirlwind of emotions swirling within.

I walked through the sterile corridor, locating my office in the far quiet corner of the clinic. I entered my office and was embraced with warmth. The wall was adorned with informative posters illustrating the intricacies of women's and children's health. I looked at the framed diplomas and awards, a testament to my expertise, and I felt a sense of accomplishment. My desk, cluttered with patients' files, medical texts, a telephone, and a computer always served as a reminder of my service to humanity. The examination table was covered in a sky-blue drape.

I sighed, removed the stethoscope that was snaked around my neck, and sat on my chair. The events of the last few weeks played in my mind like a rewind cassette tape. My father's words of discouragement lingered in my thoughts like a haunting Melody.

"Being a doctor doesn't guarantee you any riches. Going to school is fine but being in business makes you a master over your peers. I've laid down the path; just follow," he'd said.

After spending 7 years in medical school, serving my father's land as a Youth corper, going for my residency, giving everything up at this point is like going back to point zero.

I've always loved the medical profession since I was very young and when I saw lots of medical doctors trying their best to save my mum's life, I knew that was my calling and now I have to give it up?

When I got my admission into the university, he was so happy for me, that I'd thought he would bury the dream of me succeeding his company. I find it hard to comprehend where everything started to go wrong. I might have been the only son but he still has daughters who could succeed him. My Sisters have always wanted that position but I don't.

When it was time to choose a specialty, I knew obstetrics and Gynaecology were the perfect fit for me, and fuck it if I was wrong.

Rachel's soothing words gave me the confidence to explain things to my father. Of course, he said he would think about it. The beautiful face of Rachel clouds my mind like a fog. Her loveliness was a mirage, beckoning me deeper into its captivating depth. Her features were a symphony, harmonizing in my mind and drowning out all distractions. The moment I set my eyes on her after Tommy's introduction, I was captivated by her radiance. I was indeed irretrievably ensnared. I felt myself hardened down south but I immediately ignored it. I knew she was the one instantly.

The events of that day blurred my mind and regrets filled up my heart. If I'd talked before that event, would she have been my wife by now? If we had met earlier, would she have loved me like I do? So many ifs, with no answer to my questions. It hurts to have an unrequited love, but it hurts less when I understand that the marriage is only for a few months. She must have been acting grumpy around me because she wanted to be sincere in the marriage.

I wish I was the one she's married to. If wishes were horses, I'd be the first to gallop away in the ride. She might have ignored me; I just felt I might be able to convince her if I was there for her. She's responsible, intelligent, and beautiful. If that wasn't what a man wants in a woman, I wonder what it would be.

After her friends found out she was married, I knew she was disappointed. It was a secret I'd have taken to my grave if a reporter hadn't reported it. She seemed to like the guy, Maybe because they were married. Mary promised to help when she realized I had genuine feelings for her, but I was scared. I don't want her with any man. After the issues days ago, I've tried my best to reach her but everything has been futile. I've called her more than a hundred times, but it seemed I've been blacklisted. It's so hard not to be worried... No, I'm always worried about her. Going to her school would have been too much even for a guy.

A rapt knock on my door brought me back from the pool of my thoughts. Before I could say a word, Nurse Adanma entered my office in all her confidence and glory. She smiled devilishly at me like she'd found her toy. I know she's had a crush on me forever, but I don't think I'd entertain her flirty advances this morning. I just wasn't in the mood.

"You look stressed. Do you need me to cover for you while you take a nap?" I didn't think a rest was what I needed; what I want doesn't want me.

"No, thank you. You should call in the next patient" She didn't look pleased with my response. She just squeezed her nose and left my office immediately. I think she got the information nice and clear. How she could think that I would love her baffled me. She wasn't bad, but she just wasn't what my heart wanted. I heard another knock

"Come in. The door isn't locked" I called out. A pregnant woman walked into my office and I knew the time to think was over. I delved into my work like the trained and certified doctor that I was.

"There's a fibroid growing with your fetus. I know the doctor who did the ultrasound already told you that" I informed her and she nodded her head in affirmation

"We will need to monitor you till you deliver your baby. And you should know that a caesarian section is what I will advise." I broke every word into bits by bits, in ways she would understand as a layman; after my consultation, I prescribed her drugs and explained how she would take them. She left my office with gratitude and I felt happy. I picked up the telephone and dialed the nursing station so that the next patient could come in. Less than 1 minute after I dropped the intercom, I heard a knock as I was typing some information on my computer. The heard the knob twisted and the door opened as I raised up my head. A vision of alabaster beauty glided into my office, her porcelain skin radiating an ethereal glow. With stately elegance, she found her way to the chair in front of my table and sat down

"How... "

"I know we have never met but I've heard a lot about you" every words rolled off her tongue in a rich manner

"You are Dr Femi Thompson Oyenuga" she said as a matter of fact and I could only nod my head in affirmation

"My name is Mia Richardson"

Holy shit... I've heard the name somewhere