She realized, as she sat and drank her coffee, how good it all was. The tiredness felt good, the surroundings, many friends waving to her and telling her how nice it was to have her back felt good, even the normally dismal coffee was good. Rosie Sullivan was a happy woman. That happiness was suddenly ramped up by the voice that proclaimed, at the side of her table:
"The world's greatest nurse!" he said standing there, wearing a lab coat and a stethoscope around his neck that together proclaimed him a doctor.
"The world's greatest surgeon!" she said with ease and a lilt in her voice.
"Matt!" she said with obvious pleasure, as she got up from her seat to give her brother, the doctor, a proper hug.
"May I join you?" he asked.
"Please!" she said.
"It's so good to see you back here, where you belong, love," he said then.
She got a tear in her eye and said softly: "It's really good to be back and great that they held the job for me."
"And why would they not?" he asked, "You are one of the best of the best, everyone in this place knows that. You've got a problem or a concern, you go to Rosie Sullivan. It's what makes the place as well regarded as it is!"
She blushed and then let out a sigh.
"It seems strange though, doesn't it?" he asked softly.
"Yes," she agreed. "That it's truly over and both of them in such succession!"
"And you were the greatest possible blessing to them in the world," He said.
"Oh, Matt," she went on, "It was just the two of us returning the great love that those two people gave us for a whole lifetime. It was the least that I could do. Taking time off to care for them was my pleasure. Although I wondered in the process if I'd maybe lost my skills."
"Not hardly," he said, "Especially from what I've heard around the place here. Everyone is talking about you being back and all the nursing problems going away as if my magic."
She giggled at that. "You're trying to make me laugh!" she accused.
"I'm trying to tell you how much I love you!" he said earnestly.
"I know that, love," she said, "And you were pitching in and taking care of Mom and Dad too, right along with me."
"When I could!" he said.
"No, no," she said then, putting her hand over his. "Nor more of that talk!"
They smiled at one another then and she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
"I did want to talk to you," he said.
She looked at him and waited for him to continue.
"I'm going to sign my half of the house and property over to you," he said simply.
She teared up immediately.
"Oh, Matt, that's so nice, and unnecessary," she said simply.
"Totally necessary," he said, "Call Gerry Reilly and tell him to get over there and take a look and get it back int shape."
"Sicking the Irishman on me now?" she said, laughing.
"Do you good!" he said, "He adores you!"
"He's my toy boy!" she said with a grin.
"He should make an honest woman of you, if you'd let him. And he's been patient," Matt went on.
"And you're his agent!" she said giggling. "But don't you worry; I'll take care of my Gerry Reilly, and give him the time he needs to get up the courage and make up his mind, and I will call him about the house. And thank you, Matt, for this. It's a great gift."
"I have half a mind to give you my half of the inheritance also!" he said.
"No you don't," she protested. "You put that away for Jay; put it in a trust. It'll give him a head start, when he's going to school and all."
"As usual," he said then, "The most sensible person in the room."
She laughed and said: "That's what they pay me the big bucks for!"
"I'm sorry," he said then, "I have surgery coming up this afternoon."
"And my lunch is almost over," she said. "I do think that after my shift, I'll go to the gym and run a bit. Do me good. I've been so sedentary lately."
"You've been busy for months taking care of Mom and Dad," was his statement, "And I think that you're an angel for it!"
"I love you too, Matt," she said, getting up to give him a hug and a cheek kiss, before he left.
Rosie Sullivan sat down again and took her coffee cup, and only a minute later her assistant, Wendy, appeared at the table:
"Ready for the grind again, Boss?" she asked.
Rosie laughed and said: "Yes, I guess I am. I'm not as tired as I thought I might be, just back and all."
"Wait 'til you start running, after the shift!" Wendy said and Rosie laughed and agreed with her.
Rosie Sullivan was 42 and radiant. She had entered that prime time of life for women, when they are at their shining best. She was tall, 5'10", which she got from her father, as had her brother Matt, the surgeon. She inherited from her mom the tendency to being large in the bust, 38c, and in the butt--the latter of which constantly chagrinned her.
She'd taken months off from her job to care for her parents in their final illnesses; she was even willing to give it up altogether if necessary, and was sure that she could get another nursing job, once her caring for her mom and dad was done.
It had been a long siege and one that put her to the test, her skills and her emotions but Matt, her loving brother, was always there to help, as was his beautiful Adrienne and their pride and joy their son Jay--Rosie's best buddy.
But that was done now. Mom had gone first and then her dad followed in quick succession. His was fairly sudden, unlike the wasting disease that had taken Rosie's mom. It was done and Rosie was thrilled to discover, when she went for an interview, that they had indeed kept her job for her at the medical center, and here she was back on the job, supervising and being the 'go to' person that she was known to be.
The offer that her brother Matt had made that day brought tears to her eyes. She loved that house, a huge old victorian, especially. It was certainly all the joyful memories of growing up there, and it was the lovely memories of her mom and dad that filled the place, but it was where Rosie felt truly, truly at home. She resolved to talk to him about it again.
True to her promise to herself, she went to the med center gym and changed into the running pants, a pair of tight black ones and a tee shirt for her chugging around the track.
She was better than two-thirds finished and contemplating a nice treat for dinner, when Matt entered the track area from the side door.
"Hey," she said slowing down and going to where he was.
"Hey yourself," he said.
"Surgery?" she asked.
"Fine," he answered, "Two this afternoon. Done now."
"Matt," she said, "I wanted to talk to you about the offer that you made this morning. I really, really appreciate it, and I want you to know that I'm fully prepared to buy your half of the house from you."
"Nonsense!" he said.
"You love that place and I know how much you want it. It's the least that should happen after the way you took care of mom and dad!"
She grabbed him then into a hug.
"I love you!" she said, "And I'm getting you all wet!"
"Hmmmmm," he hummed into her ear, "Wet nurse! Gerry Reilly should be here now!"
She hooted and said: "I love you no matter how much you taunt me! And now I'm going to take my big butt into the locker room and take a shower."
"Looks fine from where I'm standing!" he said.
She snorted again: "Men!"
"No," he said sweetly, kissing her cheek, "Simply a doctor's opinion!"
"Okay, I'm outa here!" she said, kissing him back. "We still on for tomorrow night?"
"Yes, if you don't mind.Adrienne and I have reservations and Jay is already plotting, since his favorite Auntie is coming."
"His only Auntie!" she said laughing and went into the locker room.
That evening she prepared herself a favorite dinner and, with a glass of wine, walked around the house.
"Mine," she said softly, "All mine!"
Then she raised the glass and said: "Thank you, Matt!" And, after a few moments of thought: "Momma, Daddy, we're all at home here!"
It was after that, that she got herself ready and called Gerry Reilly.
"Hello," he said softly with that special lilt of an accent in his voice.
"I know of a tall blonde," Rosie began, "Bit tits, big ass, hairy blond pussy, who is naked and steamy right now. Needs an irishman bad."
He laughed. "It is you Rosie or just one of my many admirers?"
"It's me and I'm leaving now; I'm going to the university campus as naked as I am and I'm going to find a slew of fraternity boys and get myself laid!" she declared.
He laughed: "You are a package, when the mood is on you!"
"Gerry, Gerry, Gerry," she cooed to him then, "I'll play nice, nice, and you know that where you're concerned the mood is always on me!"
"Fraternity boys out of luck then?" he asked.
"Yes, for the moment," she said, "But in 15 minutes maybe not!"
"Fifteen minutes it is then," he said, "And what do I get for hustling over and being your toy boy this evening?"
"Naked blonde," she said, "Big tits, big ass..."
"Lovely ass!" he interrupted.
"Don't interrupt me, when I'm being steamy!" she said.
"Sorry!" he said quickly, "Be steamy again now!"
"As I was saying: Big tits, big ass, naked blonde pussy all available and me kneeling, in said condition, right inside the door waiting to greet my special irishman with my cooperative mouth open!" she went on.
"I'll probably need a nurse by the time you're done with me!" he said.
"We provide medical services," she proclaimed next, "With our blow jobs!"
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