RYDER (Slater Brothers 4)(6)

“Branna,” Taylor Carey beamed when I walked onto the delivery ward.

Taylor was cool. She wasn’t the type of friend I would confide in or tell my secrets to, because I didn’t know her that well, but she made the job interesting when we were on shift together. I liked her.

I lifted my head and wiggled my fingers. “Hey, Tay.”

Taylor lifted her arms over her head as she stretched and yawned.

My lip twitched. “Long shift?”

She nodded. “Busy night. There have been eight births in the last twelve hours since I came on shift at eight last night.”

I whistled. “Good for the mammies, babies and the staff. Quick labours benefit everyone.”

Taylor yawned, again. “They benefit the time passin’ for me. I can’t believe me shift is over already. I love when that happens.”

I grunted. “I can’t believe me shift is just startin’, I feel like I’ve gone twelve rounds with Mike Tyson.”

Taylor winced. “I noticed your eyes were a little puffy but I didn’t want to say anythin’. Are you okay?”

I nodded. “Just a touch of the sniffles.”

Lie.

Taylor frowned. “You shouldn’t have a busy mornin’ so you can be miserable here in peace. Rooms one and two are occupied and the women are only three and four centimetres dilated. I already noted their bloody pressure, temperature and pulse ten minutes ago so you’re solid on that for another hour before you have to check them again. Both are teenagers, so they should keep occupied with chattin’ until the others get here.”

I grinned. “I bet in an hour five or six women from the holdin’ wards will go into active labour and I’ll have me hands full.”

Taylor stood up and bumped her hip with mine. “That’s the job.”

“Aye,” I agreed.

“Is Ash on shift with you today?” she casually asked as she gathered her belongings.

I took her place on the chair behind the nurses station.

“Yeah, he should be here now,” I said as I seated myself. “We’re always on together, I can’t remember the last time I was workin’ and he wasn’t here.”

Taylor sighed, dreamingly. “I’m so jealous, he is gorgeous and so bloody funny.”

“Who is gorgeous and so bloody funny?”

I looked up when Ash spoke from behind Taylor and laughed when she spun around and almost knocked him out when her bag went airborne. Ash reacted faster than what seemed humanly possible and grabbed hold of Taylor’s bag before it hit the floor. He straightened himself then handed it back to her with a bright smile. I could see the tip of Taylor’s ears were red, so I could only imagine how flushed her cheeks were.

“We were talkin’ about Ryan Reynolds,” I said to Ash. “You know the actor who is the star of the new Deadpool film?”

Ash looked from Taylor to me and he nodded. “I know him, good actor.”

My lips twitched. “He’s gorgeous, and so bloody funny.”

Taylor turned to face me and her eyes were bugged out making me laugh. Ash looked between us, confusion marring his handsome face, but he shook his head and decided against saying whatever question was on his mind. He was a smart cookie.

“I’m gonna head off,” Taylor mumbled, avoiding eye contact with Ash who went into the break room to put his things away in his locker.

I grinned. “That amused me greatly.”

“I’m so feckin’ mortified,” she whispered, her cheeks still flushed. “Do you think he knew I was talkin’ about ‘im?”

I shook my head. “Nah, he wasn’t payin’ attention I’m sure.”

Taylor exhaled a relieved breath. “Okay, I’m gonna go before I say somethin’ else that makes me want the ground to open up and swallow me whole.”

I laughed. “See you.”

Taylor pulled a face then scurried off the ward. I got up and brought my bag and coat into the break room and placed them into my locker. I attached my phone to the clip on my trousers then I glanced at Ash who was leaning against the small kitchen counter with his arms folded across his chest and a smug grin on his face.

I raised my brows. “What’re you lookin’ at me like that for?”

“I know Taylor was talking about me, I was paying attention.”

I feigned annoyance. “You eavesdropper!”

Ash devilishly smirked. “So I’m gorgeous and so bloody funny, huh?”

I shrugged. “She thinks so.”

“And you?” he pressed. “Do you agree?”

I pretended to think about it and it caused Ash to scowl which only made me laugh louder than before. “I think you’re funny... so bloody funny,” I teased.

Ash gripped his chest. “And not gorgeous?”

I playfully rolled my eyes. “You’re alright.”

He sobered up and waggled his brows. “I’m a bit of alright?”

“Yeah,” I snorted. “You’re a bit of alright.”

“I’ll take it!” He cheered.

I cringed. “You’re too energetic for this hour of the mornin’.”

Ash pointed at the kettle. “You want a cuppa to wake you up?”

I nodded. “Yes, please.”