Marcie And Leo Ch 136

One of the realities of Marcie and I would be that we would be there for each other. Ever since the friendship when we were there while our spouses were battling cancer, we were always there to back each other up. Every idea Marcie had after we married, I was there. In my mind, there was no idea that was not worthy of my attention whenever Marcie was involved. It was simply because she was Marcie, and she was worth it on so many levels.

One of the other realities when it came to Marcie was that there were times when I went with her to get checked out at her doctor. She always insisted on me driving so that she was able to get there and back safely. Sure, Marcie was a wonderful driver. She just didn't want to trust her instincts if the visit didn't go her way. It was one of those times when I was driving her to her doctor's that we were listening to music.

Since I was driving, we were listening to country. There was a newer song by Nate Smith where he was singing about a breakup that played.

"That doesn't sound that country to me?" she remarked.

I smiled as I kept driving.

"It's evolved, Sweetheart. It's not the same as when I was growing up."

"Who did you listen to growing up?" she asked.

I started rattling off artists like Ronnie Milsap and Lee Greenwood. It was then I could feel her gaze on me.

"Is that why you let me pick out your karaoke song?" she asked.

I blushed.

"I did it because I wanted to sing for you."

"Didn't you want to show off for the others in the bar?"

I shook my head.

"You chose the song. I did it for you."

I felt her hand run along my leg. Thankfully, or maybe not so thankfully, the exit for her doctor was coming on the Interstate. As I navigated towards the doctor's office, I could start feeling her nerves start to pick up.

"You have nothing to worry about, Amor," I said, trying to reassure her.

"What makes you say that?" she responded, visibly shaken.

"Let's see, you're taking your supplements. You are exercising and taking care of yourself and because I am confident."

I could feel a small peck on my cheek after we parked.

"You know Mitch never let me go with him to his doctor visits."

I looked at her. Then I nodded my head.

"Been there."

She wrapped her arms around me.

"He always drove me to mine though. He always said it was his duty to make sure I made it there and back safely."

I walked around to her side of the car to open the door. Marcie was wearing a flowery blouse with a pair of skinny jeans. Even though it was a medical visit, she still dressed well. I walked with her through the sliding doors and towards the desk. The woman behind the desk looked at us and smiled.

"Hello, Mrs....Oh my God. I almost called you the wrong name, Marcie," she replied.

Marcie smiled.

"It's okay, Janis. It's not like you see me that often."

"It's been like six months, right?"

As the ladies chit chatted, I could feel the eyes of others in the waiting room looking at us. It's not the kind of attention I like. One of the downsides of Marcie and I being married is although Marcie takes very good care of herself, she is still older than me. There are some folks who are polite when she walks into a room with me attached to her arm. The ladies in her gym classes know me. Most of the restaurants we frequent are polite about it. Yet sometimes we do get looked at in a weird way. It's not that I mind it. I enjoy having a hot woman that's out of my league as a wife. Still, the feeling of judging eyes does bother me sometimes.

"Leo, are you okay?" Marcie asked.

I shook my head before I looked into her hazel eyes and smiled.

"I'm okay, Beloved," I whispered.

Janis looked at me and smiled.

"Leo, I am so glad you are being a considerate husband for Marcie. Are you going to go in with her to see her doctor?"

I smiled politely.

"Of course."

Janis smiled before she spoke.

"Just to warn you, there might be one procedure you may not want to."

I looked at Marcie.

"It'll be okay, Leo. Dr. Woodson had been my doctor for a long time and knows me."

I nodded my head before she led me to a seat next to her. As we sat, I felt the eyes off me for the first time since we walked in. I felt Marcie's arm along mine and started to relax. It was a short wait. Marcie and I just chatted for a bit while we sat there. It was a little bit before we heard Marcie's name. The nurse used her maiden name which surprised me. As we both walked towards the door, I felt the eyes on me again. Once the door closed to the hallway, it felt better again.

We went to the scale area where Marcie slipped out of her shoes and was weighed. Then we walked into the room before she sat on the bed before she was handed a dressing gown. She answered most of the questions while the nurse was there. Once the nurse left, I started helping Marcie out of her jeans and her blouse before we heard the knock on the door. After a moment, her doctor walked in. She was looking at her charts before she looked at me.

"Oh my, I'm sorry. Marcie, who is this dashing man?" she asked.

Marcie laughed a little before she recovered.

"Maria, this is my husband, Leo. You met him six months ago."

"Oh yes. Of course. Hello, Leo. I apologize. It has been a while," she said, extending her hand.

"It's all right, Doctor. Marcie and I have just celebrated our second anniversary. So you only met me a few times."

"It's because your wife takes very good care of herself. Most of my patients visit me every month or three months. She's one of the only ones who is every six months. Has she been hounding you to follow better habits?"

I nodded my head.

"Good. I know some seem weird and such, but being healthy as a couple is so much better to support each other. Are you staying in the room the whole time?"

"If she wants me to," I answered.

"If the exam gets too graphic, you can always wait in the waiting area of you like."

I shook my head.

"I'll be alright."

The exam was a bit invasive I thought. Without an example to draw from except Marcie, I would not know half the things the doctor checked. It was with a smile that the doctor gave Marcie a clean bill of health, except the ailments she always had of course. As I was helping Marcie get dressed, she kissed me on my neck. I smiled.

"You're handling things much better, Leo," she whispered. "Looks like another six months."

As we walked hand in hand towards the exit, we stopped at the front desk so Marcie could schedule her next checkup with Janis. We were soon back in the car and headed home with Marcie picking the radio station. As her favorite song by Walk the Moon came on, she was all smiles.

"We need to go dancing again soon," she said.