Attending Physician: a butch-femme romance by Vivienne Hartt Quinn & Susan Corso

Author:Vivienne Hartt Quinn & Susan Corso [Hartt Quinn, Vivienne]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: butchfemme sex, butchfemme, romantic, queer
Publisher: DNP Press
Published: 2019-08-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 40

On the way to her house, and Gretchen’s, I got a brain dump of family history. Of the just-the-facts-ma’am variety. The gist:

Raven’s parents were long dead.

Gretchen’s husband, also.

No, Gretchen had never considered dating anyone else.

Raven was an only.

Angie’d been an only.

Gretchen and Raven had each other, and together they had Lucy.

I was the first woman Raven had brought home since Angie died. It had been a couple years since she’d been serious with anyone.

Can you say fraught?

In addition to the family litany, I also told Raven what I thought had happened to Lucy whilst we were stuck for ten minutes or so due to an accident—hence the thirty minutes, although I could not have told you at the time that there’d be an accident. She’d taken a nap, had heard from her mama that her Raven had a lady who was hurt, and that Lucy needed to see with her own eyes that we were both alright. Gretchen had to deal with it whether she liked it or not.

“That was succinct, milady,” Raven observed, driving skilfully past beautifully kept homes.

“There’s probably more to it than that, but that’s what came,” I explained. “Enough to let me know what we had to do. Which is the most I usually get.”

“You’re amazing, you know that?” Raven stole an admiring glance at me.

“I’ll take your word for it, sir,” I said.

“No, I mean it, babe. We have been all over the map since we met and you keep showing up in every place we’re needed. Fully present. Fully accounted for. Fully ready to go. I like that about you, Dr. Spencer.”

“I like you, Dr. Lange,” I said. I squeezed her thigh when I said it. She cleared her throat. “I know,” I said. “Soon, milord. Very soon.”

“I think I might have to hold you to that, milady,” she threatened.

“As long as you’re holding me, darling, it’ll be fine,” I said, and I knew beyond doubt that I’d spoken the truth. Something shifted in me right then. Something about a marriage that failed not equaling that I had failed. It takes two ....

We pulled into the driveway of an exquisitely-kept, small Victorian house, and I was enchanted.

“Oh, Raven, your home is gorgeous!” I exclaimed. “My favorite, too, Queen Anne. Oh, I can’t wait to see the inside.”

Well, I had to wait because at that split second, the huge, old oak front door swung inward and an absolutely precious little girl in baby pink, footed jammies flung herself through it, climbed one at a time down the front stairs backward as fast as she could go clinging to the railing, and launched herself at Raven who still sat in the driver’s seat.

Raven reached out the window and pulled the little girl in through it, wedging her between her chest and the steering wheel. I sat completely still watching their shenanigans—and were they sweet.

“Lady,” said Lucy. solemnly studying at me. Then she reached out her little hand and touched my bruised eye carefully. “Ow,” she said.

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