Love So Soft (Kelly Clarkson)
"So Dr. Lopez, what do you want to do now that you are officially done residency?" Quinn asked as she tossed my grad cap behind me.
We had done the whole celebration of my surgeon status with Papi over video chat, I had allowed Felo to stalk me around the hospital telling them that I was going to be his fellow in a few months.
Now though, it was just me and Q in a hotel room overlooking New York City, since my building was being fumigated.
Again.
"Get a better place...with you." I said. It had been two months of us fucking, cohabitating at mostly at my place but a few times at hers.
She hesitated as she looked in my eyes, her fingers frozen on the zipper to my gown.
"You want to live with me?"
"Well, yeah, officially...like your shit and my shit...together in one place." I shrugged. "Besides, I gotta get ready for this spawn of mine." I said rubbing my growing bump.
"Got a place in mind?"
"Depends...are you saying yes?"
She leaned in and kissed my lips.
"Fuck, yes."
"Great!"
I want to say that we had amazing sex and Q rocked my world but the truth was that, my pregnant ass was tired and I wanted nothing more than a hot fudge sundae, reality tv, and cuddles.
So that's exactly what I got.
"Are you sure?" I asked when Q handed me the room service menu and told me to go nuts.
"Yes, I do have a career and practically spend zero money, I can swing room service for the night."
"Dope, say less." I said picking up the phone and immediately launching into my order. Quinn just stared at me with wide eyes as I rattled off half the menu before I glanced at her. "Want anything, babe?"
"That wasn't for both of us?" I pouted, feeling fat. "Right, baby on board...can you just get me a BLT and a diet coke?"
While we waited for our food, we took a shower where we did in fact fuck around.
Quinn was at my mercy as I sucked her clit between my lips. She was grinding on my face, giving me the best of her and I was just luxuriating all up in her.
It was the best.
And I didn't want anything else but her.
When she came down for the fantastic orgasm that I gave her, she held her hands out to me so that I could stop kneeling on the gross shower floor.
She licked her wetness from my face and then left a trail of kisses to my lips.
"You love the way you taste...don't you?" I asked.
"On your skin...I love the way that I taste on your skin." She said all sweetly.
"Marry me." I said to her and she went stiff and pulled back.
"What?"
"Is it nuts? I mean we have known each other since we were six. You were my first everything. I mean...look how good we are together. Sure my divorce isn't final for another month but that doesn't mean we can't start planning our lives together, right? I love you and you love me and you make me feel all soft and gooey, and shit. I need to make sure this kid has the best life and you are the only person that I could see raising a family with...like for realz. Britt was all sweet and good but I would have worried that she'd forget the kid on the changing table or something. With you it's like adult and real, and like forever. Which none of us really have, as evidenced by-"
She cut off my rant with her lips pressing into mine.
And when she pulled away, I went to talk again but she kissed me again until I was breathless and room service was at the door.
I stood there in the shower waiting for an answer and she just smirked.
"Grab a robe, let's get our grub on."
"Is that a no?" I asked as I followed her out of the shower and into white fluffy robes.
She grinned at me and then swung the door open.
In came two guys with rolling carts.
Quinn tipped them and then shut the door behind them, a smile still on her face.
I watched as she lifted a small dessert cover and there on a plate in the middle of the table was a ring box.
"No fucking way." I said to her as I looked at the box that was opened to a gorgeous diamond ring that was eerily familiar. My hands trembled as I picked up the box and looked at my mother's engagement ring that I used to try on when I was a little girl. "No way...Q...no way?!" I squeaked as the tears came. "And here I thought...I was rushing this...us. Papi...he gave...no way! Is this like real life?"
There was a slip of paper in the box and I read it, smirking because of course. I smiled at her as she explained herself.
"I asked him a while ago and he brought the ring today, resized to fit your finger. He even offered to pay for the wedding, as long as I promised him that I'd become a Lopez."
"Will you?" I asked.
"What?"
"Become a Lopez." I said and then moved over to her, dropped on one knee and presented her the box.
"What?"
I handed her the slip of paper.
That could only mean her since I was born a Lopez.
For the woman that is brave enough to become a Lopez.-The O.G. Dr. Lopez
"That sly devil." She said and then held out her left hand.
I slipped the ring onto her finger and it was a perfect fucking fix. I kissed her hand and then looked up at her proudly.
So maybe technically I was now married to one woman and engaged to another, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
Quinn was my family.
My home and I wouldn't trade her for a million other blondes.
We called Papi and he clapped his hands, did a dance in his scrubs, and then told us to break the news to Britt and Celia before telling another soul.
And they were wise words.
Maybe we should have done that right away but then I was ending the call and crawling down the bedspread, planting myself between my fiance's thighs.
Then maybe she was gripping my hair and moaning my name.
And we might have possibly gone into a food coma after that, gorging ourselves on enough food to feed a family.
But I was a full fledged doctor now and it was just what I ordered.
As we drifted off to sleep though, I got a message from my sister.
"Chicken shit...I have been waiting to act offended that you are marrying my ex but you never called. Call me in the morning so I can at least pretend to cry. I love you both and humbly offer my services as your flower girl. Call me back pendejas."
I played the message for Q and she grinned.
"Well...that just leaves Britt, I guess...either she is going to weep or offer me more sex advice."
"Which one is worse?" I asked her and she rolled her eyes.
"The sex advice obviously...because then I'm going to have to tell her that I just gave you seven orgasms...then she'll weep anyway. It will be a whole entire mess and who wants that."
"Are you saying that I should tell her?"
"Oh, baby, yes. You are her soon to be ex wife after all."
"Fine, chicken shit." I said and she cackled.
The call with Britt went in neither direction, she just reciprocated with news of her own.
"Oh great, maybe we can have a double wedding."
"Uh, those are lame." I said. "Besides, who are you marrying."
"KitKat...did I not tell you?"
"Oh you have a nickname now for her...sweet."
"You never did sound good when you're jealous."
"I am NOT jealous." I argued.
"Okay, sweet cheeks, whatever you say."
"I gotta go, B. I just wanted you to know."
"Cool. Thanks."
I'm not sure if I hung up on her or she hung up on me but the call was over in seconds.
"Did you hear her?" I said to Q and saw that she was eating the remnants of my sundae.
"Yup, I bet if you called her back right now, you'd hear her crying."
"No way."
"As a person that has always been skilled in causing others to cry, I know deflection before a sob session. She is lying about her own engagement and is upset about ours."
"No way."
"I dare you to video chat her."
"What? Why would I do that?"
"Because you have a soft spot for her and if you don't check in on her, you won't sleep, which means I won't sleep and I would really hate that."
"Fine."
Quinn, of course, was right.
A quick callback, rendered a red faced Britt trying her best to smile for me.
"Are you really engaged?" I asked her and she shook her head.
"No."
"You said I should move on." I said.
"And I meant it...I guess, this just...it shuts the door. I told you, once you started dating, I'd know we were done but now you're like getting married and if it's not me...well Quinn is perfect. She gets you. I totally approve, it's just high school Brittany's dream is kinda going to shit."
Q paused in her inspection of the leftovers, "Did she just curse?" She mouthed to me and I nodded. "Wow." She muttered and went back to picking fruit off a plate.
"I'm sorry, B."
"No, I moved on first...like three times...I get that we are finished. I just...it hit me hard. I will be okay."
"Promise me."
She held up her pinky and I held up mine, we bent them like we were swearing to each other. Then she wiped her face and blew me a kiss. "I gotta go. Make sure you send me an invite...okay?"
"You got it, B!" I said and she grinned.
"Good. Now go have amazing sex. I taught Q everything I know."
Q understandably was rolling her eyes and huffing as I ended the call.
"Well you heard her, Q...come give me great orgasms."
"Was seven not enough?"
"Do you not know me at all, Q ball? I'm crazy greedy and competitive...I believe I've only given you four. So I will catch up and then you can try to top me."
"Sounds like a plan."