The Professional Lover (18+) | [Complete]

29 : Pushing Him

A/N: Kids, please remember that we solve our problems with our words, not our fists. That being said, please enjoy this chapter about completely fictitious situations and people.

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Mickey's lips nip mine slowly. His breath is still labored when he pulls away. He stares me in the eyes, his expression calm with the hint of his sexy, lazy smile. He runs his fingers through my hair before he sighs and rolls over to sit up.

"Is there a reason you woke me up this early?"

"Are you complaining?"

I chuckle. "Not about the sex."

He smiles at me over his shoulder. "Mom's getting out this morning. Beth said everyone was coming around ten."

"Are you going try to do it?"

"That's the plan." He stands, rubbing his hands over his face and then through his hair. He sighs heavily. I can tell he's exhausted. We both are. Between worrying about his mom, the production schedule continuing at full speed, and this shitty hotel bed, sleep is the last thing on our list.

I roll over to my side. "I'm proud of you."

He smiles and leans over onto the bed to press a kiss to my lips. "I love you. But start getting ready, okay?"

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We make it to the hospital an hour or so later, and go down the hall to her room. "Hi, Ma," Mickey greets her as we walk in.

"Dickey," she says, holding her arms out to receive him in a hug. She squeezes him close to her and closes her eyes as she smiles. I want to cry they're so fucking cute. "And look at this gorgeous girl." She gestures for me to come closer.

"Hi, Mrs. Valentino." I hold my hand up to wave and she looks at me like I'm an idiot.

"You know we're huggers in this family. Come here," she pulls me to her breast and squeezes me with impressive strength. She takes my face in her hands and kisses my cheek. I've only been around her a handful of hours, but I love her. Even if I didn't owe Mickey's existence to her, she's also a joy to be around.

"I'm glad to see you're feeling better," I tell her.

She pulls me to sit on the bed next to her. "Almost back to normal. Once I get this fuckin' shit off my leg," she says, just like Mickey. It makes me laugh. She wraps her arm around my waist. "Do you really have to leave so soon, Penny? I haven't even had a chance to cook for you yet."

I chuckle. "Your son does plenty of that. You taught him well."

"Not well enough. If he was doing his job right, you wouldn't be so damn skinny," she appraises me with a frown.

"Then tell him to stop denying me carbs!" I tattle.

Her head snaps to him and her mouth drops open. He looks a little frightened. "Dickey," she scolds him. "This is the woman you love. You need to feed her more."