I can't help but feel strange after my doctor's appointment yesterday. My doctor was ... something I have never seen before.

The way he said, "I don't mind seeing you again", after I asked if I could go back, was just ... he seemed to say it with a lotta emphasis, not just the simple, "Yeah, you can come back".

It felt strange.

Also, the fact I call him by his first name. I only met him yesterday, and he's letting me speak to him like we're best friends.

I can't deny how good-looking he is though; he's something different. I've not said anything to Alex about it – I wouldn't want him thinking I got a crush on my doctor!

He was so happy when I told him I was pregnant; he was over the moon. The way he looked at me ... you could see the excitement in his eyes.

Oh, I don't know. Since finding out I was pregnant, I've been all over the place. Literally, I'm over the moon, but ... something feels wrong.

"Our dream is becoming real little by little, baby," Alex tells me. I nod and smile faintly.

"I know ... but I'm starting to feel a little sick again."

Alex takes me into his embrace, stroking my hair gently. "What did the doctor say about that? It's just morning sickness, right?"

"Yeah, but the doctor said if it comes back too bad, I gotta go see him again. I might go see him today, actually. You don't mind?" I say.

Alex shakes his head. "Of course not. Go see him now. Do you want me to book an appointment or somethin'?"

I wave my arms frantically. "No! That's alright. I can just book one at the counter today. It's not as bad as yesterday."

Alex sits back in his chair, smiling. "Alright, Princess. Let me know how it goes."

I grab my coat and head towards the door, opening it, a gust of wind blowing my hair in front of my face.

"I will. Wait, I forgot something."

I walk back Alex's way and kiss his lips gently. It'll put my mind at rest; that Michael is just my doctor. Alex is my boyfriend. We're forever.

Walking out the door, I head to the doctors. I enter the building, and walk to the counter.

"Good morning," the receptionist says with an accomadating smile.

"Hi, can I book an appointment, early as possible please?"

"Sure you can! Name?"

"Uh ... Rebecca Summers."

"Oh, you were here just yesterday, I remember you coming in to see Doctor Jackson."

"Yeah, that was me ... does Doctor Jackson have any appointments early today?"

"Hmm, let me check." She looks at her computer, clicking and typing, then her eyes avert down the screen, obviously checking appointment slots, "He has 10:30am today, and 2:10pm later. I'm assuming you'll wanna go for the earlier time?"

I check my watch. 9:58am. Just over half an hour until that appointment time. "Yeah, thanks," I reply with a faint smile, and the receptionist types my name in the computer, to send some sorta notification to Michael.

Michael. Michael. Michael.

Just his name gives me light shivers. I don't even know why. He's a doctor. He wasn't even wearing his uniform yesterday, it was like ... a grey suit and black tie. Almost normal clothing.

"Take a seat."

"Thank you," I walk to the waiting area and take a seat by another girl. She looks about my age.

"I saw you yesterday." She taps my shoulder gently, earning my attention as I turn round to see her looking at me.

"Oh ... I don't recognise you, though," I say.

"That's no surprise. But you came to see Doctor Jackson."

"Uh, how do you know?"

"Because after he finished work yesterday, he told me about you. I'm Lisa Marie Jackson. I'm married to him."

Woah. Did I just hear that correctly? He's married? To ... her?

"Oh. I'm Becky Summers," I extend my arm and she shakes my hand gently.

I feel a little saddened now. Why? It's not like I like Michael or anything ... but ... I feel a bit weird knowing he's married.

"How come you're here again today?" she asks me.

"Oh, he told me to come back here if I didn't improve. I'm pregnant; I'm having morning sickness."

"Oh, that's nothing to come to a doctor for! You just gotta learn to live with it. That's his problem. He calls in all the female patients to see him again, cos he's a flirt. He'll flirt with any girl he meets. You keep clear; he might come onto you. Y'know, I think our marriage is dead. I should get a divorce, really. But I can't face the paperwork."

Why is she pouring her life story out to me? I'm only Michael's patient! And Michael, a flirt? So, all that, "I don't mind seeing you again" was just harmless flirting? Hmm, I don't know.

"Then, how come you're here?" I ask. Lisa looks down.

"I just came here with my friend. She has an appointment with another doctor. That's all," she says.

I nod in understanding. "Right."

I look at my watch. 10:25am. Wow, time goes fast when you're having ... fun? My name then flickers up on the screen.

"Oop, that's me. I better go. It's not often that a doctor gets people in early. Nice meeting you." I stand up from my chair, and walk towards the corridor.

Walking down, I search for Michael's room, finally coming to it. God, even seeing his name on the door sign makes my heart flutter.

I knock and hear Michael call. "Come in."

I enter the room, to see Michael's face smiling at me. God, his face, his everything, is perfect. No, Becky! You're better than this. He can only be a friend. You're in a relationship already, remember?

Michael brings out a chair for me to sit in. "Good morning, Becky. How are we today?"

His voice is so ... it's high pitched for a man, but it suits him well.

I swallow, and try to avoid eye contact, "I ... I've been feeling a little sick again," I say.

Michael places his hand on my chin, and guides my head up to look at him. "Hmm, you don't look too pale. Is this just sickness, or has it been weakness; dizziness; light-headed ... ness?" he asks.

He winks at me, which causes me to lean back in my chair, to avoid his touch.

Did he just wink at me? Even if he did, it was like two windscreen wipers crashing together – both eyes involved.

"No, just sickness." My voice is croaky, just a little. I feel nervous in Michael's presence, yet I don't know why. Probably hormones or something.

"Hmm, would you like me to check your heart rate?" he asks, near to a whisper.

Does he need to do that? I don't know; might be something a doctor's gotta do these days.

"Sure."

I wait for Michael to put his stethoscope on, but he doesn't. Instead, he places his ear to my chest.

Woah, this is ... uh, what?

He stays there for a good minute or two, before finally taking his head away from me.

"You got a good, strong heart beat. That's good," he says, as if he hadn't just done what he had just done.

I nod nervously. "Uh, thanks. Look, I met your wife out in the waiting room, uh, her name is Lisa Marie? I think?" I strain my eyes, as if that'll help bring my memory back.

Michael chuckles. "Yeah, she's a good girl," he says.

I nod, unsure on what to say, "So, do you want any medication for your sickness? Uh, cos you can if you'd like."

I nod again. "Sure, thanks."

I watch him write out a prescription. Even when he's writing, he's perfect.

And everything about him is sexy. Is there anything this man doesn't look perfect doing? I wouldn't say so.

He soon finishes writing the prescription, and hands me the green paper. "Here you go. Is there anything else you wanna say? You got ... fever ... or something?"

Woah, did he just ask that, with that much emphasis? Surely not.

"Uh, pardon me?" I demand politely.

"I said, you got fever or something?" he repeats, with a chuckle.

Then, the windscreen wipers crashing together make a brief return.

I nod in understanding. I have to admit, his winking is hot, even if he can't do it right. Damn.

"Oh, right. Uh, no, don't think so."

"Ah, well, if you ever get a fever, don't hesitate to call me." He writes something on a piece of paper and hands it to me.

"Here you go."

The writing is his phone number.

"Uh, thanks ... but why can't I just call the reception like normal people?"

"Because, the guys at reception take such a long time sorting appointments out, and whatnot. With this, you can just call me right up. Simple," he explains.

I nod and look at his number. Mostly the number 7. He must like that number.

"Okay ... well, maybe I should go ... but where can I go for this medicine or whatever? There aren't any pharmacies near where I live, remember?"

"Oh," Michael chuckles with embarrassment, and bites his lip.

Hmm, he's kinda teasing me now. He must know I'm finding him attractive.

Wait! Get a hold of yourself, girl! Alex, remember!

Michael looks my way. "I forgot that. Uh, okay. Maybe we have some of that stuff here. I'll go check for you."

He gets out of his chair, and walks out the room. I sit back in the chair, wondering what the hell is going on with my life.

Was that Michael's attempt at flirting? He asked if I had a fever; maybe he didn't mean it in a bad way. Nah, I'm just being stupid now. Lisa said he was a flirt, but I don't think that was flirting. Just harmless questioning. He's caring for my health, like any good doctor.

But, today he's wearing proper doctor's gear, and boy does he look good in it.

"Got some." Michael comes back into the room, holding a bottle, "There was some spare bottles in the resources cupboard."

He hands me the bottle. "Thanks ... uh, "Anti-Sickness" ... okay," I say, reading the side of the bottle.

Michael smirks. "I spoke to the receptionist. She just told me that the 10:45am and 11:00am appointments cancelled. That gives me another half hour of freedom."

"Cool, well, enjoy your freedom," I say with a smile, before standing up and walking towards the door.

I place my hand on the knob, and twist it a little. I'm stopped by Michael. "Will you be coming back tomorrow?" he asks innocently.

"I'm not sure. It really depends on whether I feel worse with this sickness. I'll see."

"Well, the meds might work. But, if they don't, come back tomorrow."

"Uh, sure. Thanks doctor."

"Michael," he corrects me.

I nod. "Sorry. I meant Michael."

I open the door fully, but just as I'm about to step out, Michael shuts the door on me.

"Michael, I have to go to my boyfriend. He's waiting on me at home; he's worried for me," I inform him.

Michael nods, "I assumed as much. Look, maybe you should take some meds now; let them kick in before you get back home."

"Good idea. Okay, I'll do that, then I'll go."

I take the bottle and open it, taking the little spoon. I'm glad it's medicine, rather than pills – I can't swallow pills when they're too big.

I swallow the spoonful of medicine, before placing the bottle back in my pocket. I didn't bring my bag with me; not sure why.

"So, now you're gonna go?" Michael asks.

"Sure am. I'll go say bye to Lisa, first." A smile forms on my face as I leave the room, calling back. "Thanks, doctor Michael."

"That's okay," I hear him call back.

I walk back into the waiting room. Lisa's still there. "Lisa," I greet, sitting back on the chair I had sat in before my name came up.

"Becky, hi. What did Michael say to you? Was it just doctory stuff? Or was it more?"

God, how many questions?

"Uh, he checked my heart rate.. in a bit of a strange way, but—"

"He leant his head against your chest, didn't he?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Cos that's what he does to all the female patients. And I bet he said, "You got a good, strong heartbeat, real good". Didn't he?"

"Something close to that, yeah," I say.

Lisa exhales through her nose, smiling, "I assumed as much. Then what? What did he ask you?"

"He asked if I got a fe—"

"Fever, right?"

"Yes ... but I said no."

"Girl, you shoulda said yes! Just see his reaction when you say yes!"

"Why?"

"He just gets very personal ... and flirty."

"Flirty how?"

"You'll probably find out, soon."

"He winked at me a couple times," I state, slightly changing the conversation topic, "Even if he can't wink properly."

Lisa smirks, "Ah, the windscreen wipers crashing together. That's the first sign he likes you," she says.

I decide to change the subject slightly, once more, "How come you're so okay with this?" I ask.

Lisa exhales through her nose, before sitting back in her chair. "Cos we both agree that the marriage is dead. He just sorta refuses to admit it. He knows it; he's said it once before, but we still play happy families. I'm still his good girl, as far as he's concerned. He comes home from work, smiles at me, pecks me once and goes off to do his own thing. I let him. I'm gonna tell him I'm having an affair, soon enough."

"You're having an affair?"

"Yeah, but Michael cares so little about our marriage, he would probably celebrate if he found out."

"Wow ... and, who's the guy you're having an affair with?"

"Hmm, he ain't that bad, I must say. He's gorgeous. Perfect. We're gonna have a future together ... just as soon as he tells his bird that he's having an affair, too."

"He's having an affair, too? Wow, that's rare," I say, chuckling. This is rather amusing. "So who is it?"

"Hmm, his name's Alex. Alex Measures!"

Okay, it's less amusing now.

Alex?! As in, Alex my boyfriend?

"Alex ... Measures ... " I mutter.

"Yeah, why?"

"Alex Measures ... look, I ... I gotta go. See you round."

Running from the building, I make my way back home. I have tears in my eyes and I feel like I've been punched in the stomach. All that about our perfect life, no. It was nothing but lies. Alex is a player, a liar, and a cheat.

I open the front door to my house, wiping the tears away before I enter the living room, a frown on my face.

"Hey, baby, how was it?" Alex greets me, coming in for a hug.

I decline it. "It was fine. Well, that was until I met this girl in the waiting room. Turns out she's having an affair with this guy. She's married to my doctor, who apparently, is a "Flirt". It was crazy!"

I'm putting on a fake amused attitude, but Alex can see something's wrong. "So, what did your doctor say?" he asks.

"Oh, no, I wanna talk about this chick I met in the waiting room! She was so funny, saying stuff like, "Oh, my husband is a flirt, I'll tell him I'm having an affair soon". So funny!"

"Well, that's good, baby—"

"Oh, no! It gets better! I asked her who she was having this affair with, and guess who she said?"

"I don't know, baby."

"That's interesting. What was her name? I'm tryna think. Oh yes, it was Lisa Marie Jackson. Ring any bells, Alex?"

He tries to stop himself from widening his eyes, "No, why, baby?"

"Oh, this really is funny! I can tell you where you may have heard that name. The girl you're cheating on me with! Isn't that just the icing on the hilarious cake?"

My voice has become sarcastic; I'm laughing, but I'm angry.

"No, baby—"

"Oh, don't "Baby" me! Save it for Lisa. I'm packing my bags, then I'm outta here. I'm gonna lead my perfect life with someone that isn't you."

"Wait! Baby, wait!"

"Hmm, don't think so. Goodbye, Liar."

I storm upstairs and start to pack my things. It then comes to my attention that I haven't thought this through very well. Where will I go, now?

I kneel down on the floor, taking my clothes out of the chest of drawers in my old room.

I take the paper Michael gave me from my pocket, smoothening it out with my thumb.

Michael's number.

Hmm, looks like I'm gonna have to "get sick" once again. I'm in need of a doctor. Specifically, a good-looking, perfect, sexy doctor.

Doctor Michael, I've got a fever.