Divorced! Now what?
Chapter 158

Chapter 158

Bethany POV

Tomorrow is my wedding, and I am still getting ready.

Here I am at the hospital, checking the data I have received on the child and Mr Green. Both are doing excellently, and the new compound is better than I had hoped. Both bodies have accepted the new heart as part of them and are pumping the much-needed blood around the body as needed. Mr Green has raised his exercise level, and his heart has responded to it. I was unsure if I had programmed it right, but everything appeared to work like a normal heart would. I did not need to tweak anything. I was so pleased with the results Mr Green was producing and that he was getting fitter and stronger daily. He looks like he is putting in the effort. Some people find it hard to break old habits, but Mr Green seems to be on the right track. His dedication to doing better will make the heart's results look good, which makes my research look good in the long run. That sounds a little selfish, but it is a fact.

'Theo,' I called out, finding him engrossed in his work in his office. He glanced up, his eyes reflecting a mix of weariness and determination. Unaware that he had left his door ajar, he seemed to be lost in a world of his own creation.

'Come in, take a seat. I was going over some last-minute changes before we had a few days off. I have left so much work for Robson to do, and I need to catch up. He has put a great crew together. I only know a few hospitals with this many doctors on call, all private hospitals. As tired as Theo was, he never failed to look good to me; his eyes shined with joy, and he smiled at me often.

'I have linked you in on the latest report on the little girl. I am happy for her to go home, but it is your call!' I said, trying not to sound too excited, in case he had a reason to keep her longer.

'You are right, and she is doing remarkably well. I think her parents are still there. Do you want to come with me to give them the good news?' Theo stood up and walked to the children's room together. The parents were playing Monopoly with her, and it looked like she was winning.

'Hi. I called out as I entered the room. The little girl's eyes lit up when she saw me.

'Dr Bethany! She exclaimed and nearly sent all the Monopoly pieces flying off the bed. I giggled at her excitement at seeing me. It is rare for me to come to the wards after I have signed them over to Theo unless he needs me to; only one doctor should be the attending doctor to avoid confusion. Besides, I can see all I need on the computer. However, seeing her glowing face makes me feel good inside. I am usually so busy once the patient moves out of my care that catching up like this is excellent for a change. 'You are looking well,' I replied, giving her a gentle hug. She had opened her arms for one, and I did not even hesitate to return it.

'She looks amazing and has bounced back faster than any other operation.' The mother crowed, and the father nodded in agreement.

'That is why we are both here. Sweetie, how would you like to get out of here?' Theo asked, and the parents stared in shock while the child screamed.

'Yes, Both Theo and I chuckled as the little one started to try to get undressed.

'Wait, let me unhook you first! Theo chuckled as he fought to remove the monitors from her as she tried to remove her pajamas. This monitor was so others could see how she was doing, like a regular heart monitor. I have an app for the artificial heart. They do not need to see the graphs and results I am getting, and I cannot risk someone who does not know what they are doing hitting a button and damaging the heart.

Theo finished the discharge paperwork, and we both stood and watched as the little girl was wheeled down the hallway. A number of staff members clapped her to the elevator and did not stop cheering until the lift doors closed. I was almost in tears at the staff's response. Seeing a healthy-looking child leave after being so sick was a good moment, and everyone thought she would not see her next birthday.

Robson promised to attend the wedding tomorrow and gave us an extra day off to celebrate our new life together. He had also booked us two nights at a retreat that he and his wife enjoyed and thought we might like it too.

Theo refused to leave me alone. He said they had already had a buck night and did not need to go again, and as we were already living like a married couple, being away for one night was one night too long. I was not going to argue; I was in enough of a panic as it was to be arguing about not being together the night before the wedding, which seemed too much to be bothered with.

The wedding dress was ready after another long day of Kitty making me put it on and take it off again. Something only she could see was not sitting right, and she would make me keep changing into it until whatever she was trying to fix was fixed. The two bridesmaids were more content than I was, as Kitty fussed over their dresses, too. I am glad we did not have a large wedding, or Kitty would have made an even larger fuss, I am sure.

It seemed the wedding would be larger than I had thought, as Dad had a few of his friends from work coming, and soon, nearly fifty people were attending the ceremony. Hank called in some caterers, refusing to let Kitty make all the food as she had been doing more than enough, getting the chairs and tables set up and organizing loads of flowers. And yeah, the backyard where we were holding the wedding was already transforming.

We had pizza for dinner. Too much wedding stuff was in the kitchen. Even though Hank had told Kitty to do nothing, she still made some finger food and other little things, and the cake sat proudly on the table, waiting to be taken outside tomorrow. We all laid about in the lounge room, watching some sappy movie that Kitty chose, refusing to allow the sports channel to be on tonight, saying we needed a movie that would put us in the right mood: How Four Weddings and a Funeral followed by A night in Seattle and lastly Ghost, was going to put me in the mood to get married was beyond me, but it had the other ladies all in tears, so I guess it got them in the mood.

The girls painted their toes and fingernails as they watched the movie, chatting away as they did. Kitty was even on the floor doing her nails. I lay on the lounge, snuggled up to Theo, not wanting my toes or fingernails painted. I would only have to remove them when I went back to work. Nail polish could be a better mix in the research lab.

Dad and Pam left first, followed by Felicity and Sam. Cindy and Margaret would stay the night, and I think Hank had asked them to keep her out of the kitchen and trouble. We had caterers arriving at ten. The marquees were erected yesterday, and some tables were set up for food and drinks. Rows and rows of chairs faced an arch decorated with flowers. We would stand under the arch as we said our promises to each other. I still need clarification about standing under the arch. If we were to be doing it together, four people would not fit under it; we could be on the other side of the arch and use it to go through once we are wed. I will wait for the celebrant to say something, as I do not want to disappoint Kitty, who spent hours putting all those flowers on it. It would make an excellent photograph. I suggest using it for that reason to Theo, once the wedding is done. He would like that too, and it would be on show so that Kitty could see all her hard work on display on the mantle.

Theo and I headed to bed before the last movie finished. I was yawning all through it, and Theo kept chuckling, his body bouncing as he did, bringing me back from almost dropping off. A nice long shower together with some kisses and cuddling, but no further. He had said a couple of days ago that he thought it would be nice to wait till after the wedding to be intimate again; I was not sure how different that was from not seeing me on the night before the wedding, but who was I to argue? Some things never make sense to

me.

I am wired to be different.

I can't wait for tomorrow and the wedding day. All this hype is getting to me; I need this to be over; these butterflies in my stomach are worse than when I did my first heart operation using my prototype.