The Doctor's Fake NannyBy: Tiana Cole
“Yes, Yvonne, I got the job. Try not to worry about me so much. I really will be okay. I’m a big girl. I know how to take care of myself.”
God, I hoped that was true. I had a history of being stubborn when I got an idea in my head and sometimes it clouded my judgement. I sincerely hoped that this was not one of those times.
“Well, just make sure he keeps his hands off of you.”
“What? Come on, girl, now you’re just being crazy.”
“Am I? Does he have a wife in that big old house of his?”
“No, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to go after me. I don’t think I’m his type anyway.”
“Oh, what?” Yvonne said with a scoff of disbelief. “Beautiful isn’t his type? Come on, Kayla. I don’t think there is a man alive who wouldn’t be attracted to you.”
I didn’t know what to say and so I laughed, just like I always did when I was uncomfortable. It wasn’t that I didn’t appreciate the compliment, because I did. I just didn’t know how to take it. I had always struggled a little bit with how to handle my looks.
Objectively speaking, I guess she was right. I had never had a problem getting the attention of men. I was five foot eight inches by the time I was fourteen, and the rest of my body quickly caught up to my height. I was always lucky with my figure. I had natural curves but never had to worry about my weight. I guess you could say I was blessed in that way.
My skin was exactly the color Sophie had described, a light milky brown. My dad had been dark but my mom had been fair skinned with green eyes, eyes I had inherited from her. I think that’s what got people. It was the color of my eyes combined with the color of my skin. I guess it stood out or something. It didn’t really matter all that much to me. I never felt like I had much of anything to do with the way I looked.
“Well, that’s very sweet of you to say, but I really don’t think I need to worry about things here. Besides, I’m not even living in his house. I’m living in his guest house. He has an entire apartment over his garage. It’s like, fifty times nicer than where I live.”
“Ugh. Of course he does. But that’s better than living under the same roof as him. I guess. Just be careful, okay? I mean, what if he recognizes you? Do you think he does? Do you think he will?”
I felt my pulse speed up and the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. I felt shaky and the saliva started to build up in the back of my throat. That was a difficult question to answer. Difficult for many, many reasons.
It wasn’t natural for a girl to have to watch her younger sister die. I felt like it was almost as difficult as a parent having to see their own child perish. Nikki was only five years younger than me, but she had always felt like she was somehow my child as well as my mother’s.
She felt like she belonged to me and I would have been happy to give her my entire life. I really would have, would have laid down my life for her own without ever having given it a second thought.
Nikki had always been so much more delicate than me, so frail. She was sickly from almost the moment she was born and my parents struggled for years to understand why. We hadn’t grown up with whole heaps of money and that made it a lot harder to get the answers they needed. Having money just made everything easier, as far as I could tell.
Finally, finally, when she was eighteen years old they told us that it was her heart. Her heart wasn’t working the way it should and it never had. That’s when my parents took out a second mortgage on their home so that they could go and get her a real, reputable doctor. That doctor just happened to be one David Wyatt.
Dr. Wyatt had been the next big “it” thing, the hotshot up and comer everyone said they would stake their life on. The problem was, my sister actually did, but instead of getting better she just got worse. It got to where I pretty much lived in that hospital with her. I made my own little version of home right there beside that hospital bed. And we talked.
We talked about the things she most wanted in life, the things she wanted to do once she was all fixed up and able to finally live a normal life. She wanted to go camping because she loved the outdoors but she had never been able to because her health wasn’t up to it.
I had never known that about her. I brought in a little tent and electric hurricane lamps with as many wildflowers as I thought they would let me carry in just so that she could have a preview of what our camping trip would be like once she finally got the cure she needed.
When Dr. Wyatt told my parents that he had a new medication that he expected to be just that, we were all so happy. Our family was going to be really and truly home, for the first time. I kissed her on the forehead that last night with a head full of all of the things we were going to do, all of the things we were going to be able to show each other.