Save the Date (Modern Arrangements, #1)

"Okay and she may have damaged my lip and punched me in the gut, but those were for another reason."

Dixon couldn’t hold back. Holding his stomach, he doubled over laughing. James and Oscar didn’t even try not to laugh. They joined right in.

"Okay assholes, who else are we waiting on and where the hell are we going?" I slouched down in a leather chair.

"Marcus and Jeremy should be here soon," James replied.

"I’ve got everything set up for our first stop of the evening," Dixon boisterously chuckled.

"And where would that be, pray tell?" Oscar asked between sips of his beer.

"The Bunny Tail." Dixon wiggled his brow.

I shook my head and laughed. Of course Dixon would take us straight to the strip club. This night should prove to be interesting. After Marcus and Jeremy arrived, we were on our way.

~

Lilli

After Aidan’s message about the doctor appointment, I was a little irritated. But then I read his explanation that it’s a safety precaution for both of us. I decided to think of it as a decent gesture on his part.

I would prefer my own doctor but, clearly, I was supposed to go to the Iverson family doctor now. I sat in the waiting room for my name to be called.

"Lillian Snow," a small nurse appeared in a light blue scrub outfit.

Standing, I followed her to the small beige room. The all too familiar table with stirrups, overhead light, metal tray and inspirational posters decorated the room.

"Get undressed and put this on," she patted the light blue hospital gown lying on the exam table. "I’ll be back in a few minutes." She closed the door at her exit. I changed into the gown and waited for her return.

She returned and went through all the standards; temperature, blood pressure, questions, etc.

"You know, my friend mentioned something about a birth control pill where you only have a period every three months or something?" She nodded. "I would be interested in that."

"I’ll make a note and then you and the doctor can discuss it." She smiled before excusing herself, leaving me to wait on the doctor.

The doctor and nurse arrived later, conducting the whole exam. We discussed the pill and he wrote me the prescription, informing me that he could call it in to a pharmacy and it would be delivered. He guaranteed my privacy, which confused me. He realized this and explained.

"You are engaged to Mr. Iverson, correct?" I took a breath and nodded. "Well, I’m their family doctor because I can ensure your privacy will be upheld. I have confidence in the pharmacy I’m sending it to."

"I appreciate that but I can just pick it up today on my way to work." I really didn’t see the need for privacy in regards to my birth control pills.

He furrowed his brow.

"Um…well, which pharmacy is it, I could see if they will take the prescription from us and have it ready for you."

I nodded.

“Thanks.” I replied, giving him the name of a pharmacy close to work.

~

After a couple of days with the new pill, I was feeling a little off. Nausea, headache and light bleeding were just a couple of the side effects bringing about my bad mood tonight. Celia didn’t remember having such a severe reaction when she started the same pill.

Celia and I were really busy tonight. There seemed to be an obscene amount of people for a Thursday night. We’d been working our asses off when a loud group made their presence known.

"I’ll deal with them," Celia groaned. "It’s my turn and you are in no mood tonight."

"Nah, I’ll get them," Taking a deep breath in effort to clear my bad mood, I moved toward the end of the bar. "It’s the least I can do since I’m leaving you in a week."

"Don’t remind me." She pouted.

"Hey there sweetheart, can we get a round over here!" A tall guy with dark, spikey hair yelled.

Grabbing a bottle of Jack Daniels, I moved to stand before them. Sitting the bottle down, I grabbed shot glasses and lined them up.

"So, how is it I’ve been here before, quite a few times, but have never seen you?" He blatantly appraised my body.

"I don’t know." With a fake smile, I poured the whiskey. Closing my eyes, I gave myself a mental pep talk. Do not smash the bottle over his head. Do not smash the bottle over his head.

"Hmmm…" When he hummed, I opened my eyes. He was leaning over the bar looking straight down my top.

The crash of the JD bottle onto the top of the bar pulled his attention from my cleavage. His eyes then shot up to my face. A shameless grin spread across the smug bastard’s face.

"I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave," he yelled when I walked away. Twisting around quickly to scowl, he slammed his empty shot glass onto the bar. Turning back away from him, I repeated my do not smash bottle chant.

"This is really going to be fun tonight." Celia said sarcastically into my ear.

I rolled my eyes. "Nothing like overgrown frat boys getting loaded."

Fifteen minutes later, overgrown frat boy was definitely loaded.

"Sweetheart! Hey, baby!" His meaty hand slapped at the bar.

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