Chapter 57 "Soulmates"

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A/N: (6 June 2017) Uhm. First, thank you so much for all the kind reviews, the sighs and enjoyment of Danny and Becca! I'm really happy you enjoyed that, since it was about time they got a chapter. Thank you beyond happiness! Glad you liked the music!

And then there is this chapter. I rewrote it uh, well, a few times, because it could have gone quite a few ways, but I wanted to tie the family together, and, uh, knew that uhm…see, I'm a fade to black when it comes to romance. I can write it, but I'd prefer to let you imagine a lot, because you will imagine what most satisfies you, whereas I might write something that just doesn't match your imagination. So! Here ya go! Hope you like it, and, I'll just stop there!

Till the next chapter! 😃

Chapter 57 "Soulmates"

(Friday, 30 December 2016, midnight)

Dr. Cornett had finished for the night, since it wasn't actually one he was scheduled to work. He had already hung his lab coat on his office door hook, and tossed his scrubs into the laundry down the hall. There was another set in his office, with his name embroidered over the breast pocket, his ID badge in his top left desk drawer. In a muted blue aloha shirt and khaki slacks, he headed up the hallway to Danny Williams' room, having heard through the hospital grape vine that Becca was with his patient, and that they had spent some time on the lanai, and almost every nurse he passed was looking wistful and vaguely distracted. He had heard murmurs of why, and was smiling on the inside.

The light was off in Danny's room, except for a nightlight that was always waiting to come on when it got dark, but the light from the hall backlit him and sent a sharp rectangle of illumination into the room, disturbed only by his tall silhouette. Danny was now asleep in his hospital bed, looking so relaxed and content, it gentled the kind face of his doctor. He liked this man. He had in fact come to more than like this man. He felt about him as he would a son. Which he would become soon.

But he was not alone in the bed.

Curled against Danny's side, but atop the blankets, was his fiancée, Cornett's daughter Becca, draped in a spare blanket, fast asleep, one hand resting on Danny's chest, over his heart. Dr. Cornett felt he could almost see them dreaming in unison, as soulmates often did.

It would be criminal to wake either of them.

He smoothed the blanket lovingly over Becca, and looked at Danny's readouts. He was doing very well. One more day and he could be released, if the test results he was awaiting came back as he thought they would.

With a fatherly smile, he left the room and made his way to the elevator. He hoped his wife and soulmate, Sarah, was still awake. They had not gotten to spend much time together in the past few days, and he wanted to make it up to her. He smelled the flowers he had taken from the florist shop's worth in Danny's room. He wouldn't miss it, but Sarah loved peace lilies, and Danny still had 5 other peace lily bouquets, let alone the other flowers. He couldn't wait to give these to Sarah, and maybe she would join him in the shower, and more.

When he pulled up under the carport, he saw Sarah silhouetted against the light of the open front door. She had heard his car, and was waiting up for him, in a … beautiful lightweight, low-cut nightgown that fit so well. The lack of robe meant the kids were asleep, and his heart quickened as he grabbed the lush bouquet, shoving it behind his broad back as he approached her. With a flourish, he presented his treasure to Sarah. "For you, my love," he said in a voice patients never heard, sensual and soft.

She grinned that unexpectedly devilish, impish grin she saved for special occasions, just between the two of them. "You are so busted. You stole these from Danny!"

"Uh …."

Sarah's voice was playful, her eyes sparkling in that way that sent zingers from the top of the doctor's head to his toes, and didn't miss anything in between. "This is the bouquet I picked out for Danny at the florist earlier today. I recognize the little … bent … stem … on … that … fern." She tapped the little fern lightly, and then turned smoldering eyes on her husband.

"… oh …."

In a husky, sexy voice she coo-ed, "I love you, Isaac Cornett." And she stood on tippy toes and kissed him until they had to break off to breathe. He scooped her up into his arms, and carried her inside the house, and after they cooperated on closing and locking the door, they both took deeper breaths and took up where they had left off.

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H50 H50 H50 H50

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Steve McGarrett was finding it difficult to carry out his primary purpose in this moment of life, which was to kiss the holy daylights out of Hannah Cornett without causing certain events to transpire that would cause him to break his word to Hannah's father, that he would not carry things beyond the point of no return. His difficulty was threefold: he really really wanted to go there, and so did Hannah, and her father carried a scalpel, so perhaps Steve's problem was fourfold, since that scalpel was becoming harder and harder to remember, since they had been kissing for quite some time, and a few articles of clothing had been shed somewhere in there, and Hannah was incredibly beautiful and Steve was pretty sure by a certain expertise she showed that she had ignored the scalpel before.

Which meant he had to do all the remembering, and he was male. And Hannah really really wanted to go there.

"Uh, Hannah?"

Much kissing, and not kissing that didn't quite require crossing the line entirely. But it was getting closer.

"Yes, Stiff?" Steve thought Hannah had the most enticingly beautiful breathy voice after this much kissing and the stuff that goes along with kissing.

"Uh!" Oh this was getting difficult. Steve finally held her at arm's length, which was hard to do with just one working arm, while she had two and was using them. "Hannah, I gave your dad my word!"

She stilled. "You mean you meant it? It wasn't just, you know, for show?"

Steve had to consider this carefully. Because if he told the truth, that meant he had to keep his word of honor that he would not deflower this entirely enticing and willing a soulmate, because truth be told he did not at this moment want to tell the truth.

Because they could both have what they wanted if he didn't tell the truth. Hannah was giving him permission for some prolonged deflowering.

But it wasn't right! He had given his word, and Steve, even under duress, where his fiancee's father was concerned, thought he should keep his word.

He hid behind the kitchen counter. Very much to Hannah's surprise. "See, uh, I did mean it. It's not easy to say that, given the eight-tenths of your clothes which are currently not on you, and my similar state, and I really love that thong! But I did mean it. Do you think we could, maybe, stop at 50% clothes and possibly employ chaperones or public places if that's what it takes to keep my word to your father, which only has your best interests in mind, and possibly my ability to father children, if your father was serious?"

Hannah twirled, showing off her thong and the rest of her, which was even better than that scrap of lace. "I'm glad you like it." She giggled, and Steve's briefs gave up and became shaped differently as she used her voice to best effect and breathily whispered, "Well, I guess we could go for a swim? We could swim and … talk?"

Steve turned around and grabbed a bottle of water, took a long hydrating swig, for something to do while his briefs got more shapey. "Yes, yes! Let's go for a swim! And talk!"

He turned back around when he heard the back door open, and was just in time to see the perfect back of a golden streak of an athletically shaped goddess disappear outside, and the two scraps of lace left behind on the carpet. Pink. Lace. Scraps.

"Oh," said Steve, and didn't think they were going to be doing a lot of talking. Or swimming. Another article joined Hannah's lace while Steve muttered, "Scalpel, be damned."