Saved By The Doctor (BWWM Romance) Read Online Free
Author: Tasha Jones, BWWM Crew
the bell ringing. She pasted that same, warm, mommy-smile on her face before the doors whooshed open and a swarm of students came pouring out. She couldn't believe a whole 'nother day had passed. In the next moment, she heard her daughter screaming, “Momma! Momma!”
Jackie looked down to find her beautiful Laila staring up at her, her caramel skin darkened by a day of playing and learning, her eyes wide, but tired. “Hey baby!” she cried, kneeling down so that she was on her level. There was something not so smart about pressing her knees into the dirty, Brooklyn streets, but those were old jeans, so she wasn't too worried about what would happen to her pants, or what the other ladies would think of her. “How was your day?” she asked, pressing her hands against either of side of her cheeks.
Laila pressed her little hands on Jackie’s face, mirroring the gesture. “It was okay. Did you bring me something?” she asked, her eyes widening even farther in expectation.
Jackie nodded, pulling the small baggie of cookies out of her small pack. “Here you go, babe,” she replied, handing her the snack.
Laila gasped. “Oh thank you so much!” she cried as she snatched the bag out of Jackie's hands and opened it. Laila was always so dainty until the moment she saw food. She was like her mother that way.
Jackie stood up as she ate, patting the top of her messy ponytail.
“How was your day, Momma?” she asked as Jackie grabbed her hand and led her to the corner. They weren't going to take the bus back because Jackie loved the idea of keeping Laila physically active in any way possible.
Jackie stopped at the corner, snapping her gaze in both directions to make sure the street was empty. She squinted her eyes, struggling to concentrate with so much going on everywhere. Most of the children had been reunited with their parents and were excitedly talking to them, and to each other. They screeched stories, their screams hanging in the warm air.
It wasn't until Laila snatched her hand out of Jackie's, screaming, “Ouch!” that she realized she was holding onto her too tightly.
Jackie looked down to find Laila rubbing her hand. She then turned her attention back to the street. The roads were slowly getting much busier as they were rapidly approaching rush hour. Cars raced by on green lights and barely stopped when they changed. Jackie reached down for Laila's hand as soon as the light changed again. “Laila, come on,” she muttered as the light changed once more and they were able to cross the street.
But Laila had another idea. She shifted her body away from Jackie, shaking her head. “No! I don't want you to hold my hand!”
Jackie rolled her eyes, her skin crawling because she knew all those other judgmental parents were staring at her. “Seriously, Laila. I need to get home, stop messing around.” Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the warning sign up on the pedestrian signal. They had about 18 seconds to cross the street. She grabbed her hand and turned around to keep walking, but she had only traveled a couple of steps before she felt a sharp tug yanking her back. “Laila! I'm not kidding. Let's go!” she demanded before turning around to walk again.
At twelve seconds, the screeching of faulty brakes sliced through the afternoon air. There was only one car sitting at the light, but Jackie turned just in time to see the car of interest gunning down the street. Jackie glowered at Laila. There was a thick crowd of people trying to get across the busy street to avoid being caught on the corner for an eternity. Instead of trying to force Laila to come with her, likely having to pit their strengths against each other, Jackie glared at her daughter, willing her to just do as she said so she wouldn't keep embarrassing herself.
Six more seconds had passed before Jackie gave up all sense of dignity and took her first step back in the direction of
Jackie looked down to find her beautiful Laila staring up at her, her caramel skin darkened by a day of playing and learning, her eyes wide, but tired. “Hey baby!” she cried, kneeling down so that she was on her level. There was something not so smart about pressing her knees into the dirty, Brooklyn streets, but those were old jeans, so she wasn't too worried about what would happen to her pants, or what the other ladies would think of her. “How was your day?” she asked, pressing her hands against either of side of her cheeks.
Laila pressed her little hands on Jackie’s face, mirroring the gesture. “It was okay. Did you bring me something?” she asked, her eyes widening even farther in expectation.
Jackie nodded, pulling the small baggie of cookies out of her small pack. “Here you go, babe,” she replied, handing her the snack.
Laila gasped. “Oh thank you so much!” she cried as she snatched the bag out of Jackie's hands and opened it. Laila was always so dainty until the moment she saw food. She was like her mother that way.
Jackie stood up as she ate, patting the top of her messy ponytail.
“How was your day, Momma?” she asked as Jackie grabbed her hand and led her to the corner. They weren't going to take the bus back because Jackie loved the idea of keeping Laila physically active in any way possible.
Jackie stopped at the corner, snapping her gaze in both directions to make sure the street was empty. She squinted her eyes, struggling to concentrate with so much going on everywhere. Most of the children had been reunited with their parents and were excitedly talking to them, and to each other. They screeched stories, their screams hanging in the warm air.
It wasn't until Laila snatched her hand out of Jackie's, screaming, “Ouch!” that she realized she was holding onto her too tightly.
Jackie looked down to find Laila rubbing her hand. She then turned her attention back to the street. The roads were slowly getting much busier as they were rapidly approaching rush hour. Cars raced by on green lights and barely stopped when they changed. Jackie reached down for Laila's hand as soon as the light changed again. “Laila, come on,” she muttered as the light changed once more and they were able to cross the street.
But Laila had another idea. She shifted her body away from Jackie, shaking her head. “No! I don't want you to hold my hand!”
Jackie rolled her eyes, her skin crawling because she knew all those other judgmental parents were staring at her. “Seriously, Laila. I need to get home, stop messing around.” Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the warning sign up on the pedestrian signal. They had about 18 seconds to cross the street. She grabbed her hand and turned around to keep walking, but she had only traveled a couple of steps before she felt a sharp tug yanking her back. “Laila! I'm not kidding. Let's go!” she demanded before turning around to walk again.
At twelve seconds, the screeching of faulty brakes sliced through the afternoon air. There was only one car sitting at the light, but Jackie turned just in time to see the car of interest gunning down the street. Jackie glowered at Laila. There was a thick crowd of people trying to get across the busy street to avoid being caught on the corner for an eternity. Instead of trying to force Laila to come with her, likely having to pit their strengths against each other, Jackie glared at her daughter, willing her to just do as she said so she wouldn't keep embarrassing herself.
Six more seconds had passed before Jackie gave up all sense of dignity and took her first step back in the direction of
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