Episode 4 ~ The Perfect Boyfriend
Updated: Sep 1
Amy hurried to the patio seating at her favorite restaurant, where her boyfriend of 4 years Nate Dorough was already waiting. Nate was a cardio-thoracic surgeon and one of the youngest Attending Physicians at Manhattan Trinity. He was perfect. Handsome and smart, Nate loved his work as much as Amy loved hers, which was good because a resident’s schedule could be grueling. He understood and as perfect as he was, he didn’t seem to know it. A genius, as in Mensa genius, he had finished high school a year early with two years of college credits under his belt., which meant he started college as a junior at only 17. Nate was in med-school by 19 and through his residency and then into a prestigious fellowship by 26.
Being a surgeon was the only thing he’d ever wanted to be, and he’d fast-tracked his way to having the 4th best record in heart and lung transplants. He was also the youngest and one of only 2 of the four still practicing which meant that at some point, he’d be top in the nation. The accolades never mattered to him. He focused on excellence, one patient at a time. Everyone loved Dr. Nate Dorough, most of all, Amy Craythorne.
“I’m so sorry I’m late,” Amy said as she shuffled to their table. He stood and kissed her cheek before pulling out her chair. He was always such a gentleman. He’d been raised in a big family. His father was a tall, adorable Irishman though Nate got his dark looks from his mother.
“It’s okay. You look pretty,” He admired. “How was your day?”
“Don’t ask. Milton is running me ragged.”
“That’s residency for you,” He said, “I ordered wine. Does that help?”
“Yes, you’re the best boyfriend ever!”
Nate smiled, “That’s so true. Hey, thanks for doing this a day early.”
Amy laughed,” I get it. Heart guy, working on Valentine’s Day. The symbolism is not lost on me.”
The waiter arrived with their wine. “Thank you, can we have a couple of minutes?” and then to Amy Nate said, “I have something for you.”
He produced a little blue box. The blood suddenly rushed to Amy’s ears. This was it. Her heart leaped. She’d learned over the last year or two not to get her hopes up. What she and Nate had, worked well as it was. They didn’t see each other a lot, but that was the job, right? She loved him so much and wanted nothing more than to spend her whole life with him. They just fit together so perfectly.
They’d be the perfect duo-doctor couple. Everyone she knew would be so envious of her perfect life. She trembled inside, trying so hard to contain it. It was important to, at least, seem a bit surprised. Amy had always thought Nate would be a little more creative than to pop the question on Valentine Day but at this very moment, she didn’t care. She’d been expecting, well hoping, with every major holiday or life event that he’d finally get it together and ask her to be his wife. It was finally here! She was already crafting her Instagram post in her head. “I said, yes” it would say with a picture of her beautiful ring. She could finally tell her mother and her bitchy sister where to get off. Slowly, she opened the box.
“Oh, Nate,” she gasped with anticipation. She’d actually rehearsed this reaction, once or twice or twenty times. Then, the blood pounding in her ears suddenly rushed to her face. She felt hot, embarrassed, and very confused. In the box was a glimmering set of emerald earrings. “Um, wow,” she said, disappointed. “They’re beautiful, Nate, thank you.
He was confused by her reaction. She’d picked them out herself months ago. He was certain she would like them. “They match the necklace I gave you for Christmas. Remember? They didn’t have them at Christmas time, but I ordered them. They arrived two weeks ago. Amy, what’s wrong? Are you feeling alright?”
“Of course, I’m fine,” she smiled. “They really are…” Amy sighed. No, she wasn’t feeling alright. In fact, she was sure she was going to be sick. “I’ll be right back.”