I close the door and lean against it with a heavy sigh. I look down at my stomach and press my hand against my baby bump. "Looks like it's just the two of us for a couple of days, baby girl." I sigh sullenly and smile when I feel her kick. I couldn't sleep the first night without Cole next to me. I missed him terribly, so I hugged his pillow and waited for him to call me. It was a nine-hour flight to Miami—he should have landed by now. It was past three in the morning in London. I jump when I hear my phone ring and answer it in a flurry. "Cole?"
"Hi baby." I sigh when I hear his voice. "I just got to the hotel. Please tell me you didn't stay up all night waiting."
"I couldn't sleep without you," I tell him, and I hear him sigh on the other end. "I got worried when you didn't call."
"I'm sorry, sweetheart, I wanted to call you as soon as I landed, but my phone signal is playing up over here." He explains, shuffling around. "You should get some sleep, honey."
"Noooo!" I scream, and Josh caught me as my legs give out as if someone just yanked the floor out from under me. Josh cradles me in his arms, and we both hit the floor. Aimee and Jo come running over to us. I keep screaming Cole's name over and over again.Cole wasn't gone. He wasn't.He promised me…he said he was coming back home. Cole wouldn't lie to me. "Josh…Josh, he wouldn't leave me, he wouldn't! Please say he's not gone. Please, tell me he's coming back. TELL ME!" I scream at him, sobbing, pushing at his chest. Josh cries, shaking his head."I wish I could, Shayla." He whispers, and I weep into his chest as he rocks me. Aimee and Jo both come closer, and they all hold me while I weep. Josh's phone rings and he reaches down to answer it. "What?" He snaps angrily at whoever it was on the other end.Josh looks down at me, sobbing in his arms. "Where? Okay....okay. Thanks." He heaves a sigh and nods before hanging up. "Shayla, hey, hey, they found him.
Hours went by with no word from anyone. My mother and brother came too as soon as Jo called him. Josh was pacing up and down the corridor anxiously while Sam leaned against the wall staring at the floor. My mother was comforting my mother-in-law, and I just sat there staring at my hands. "Shayla, let's go wash your hands and splash some water in your face," Jo suggests, and I shake my head numbly."Can we get you anything?" Aimee offers, and I sigh, closing my eyes. An endless stream of tears just kept rolling down my face."No." I untangle myself from the girls and stand up. My bladder was so full it was starting to hurt."Shayla, where are you going?" My mother questions and I tell her I have to use the bathroom, and she gestures to the girls to follow me. I stop outside the toilet and turn to face Aimee and Jo."Girls, give me a minute. Please?" I plead, and they nod in response. I needed to be alone for a bit. I walk into the bathroom and stroll into
"He's so broken," I whisper, tears of despair rolling down my face. "He doesn't...he doesn't look like... Cole." I look into Josh's blue eyes and sob. "He doesn't look like Cole!""Hey, listen to me." He lifts my gaze to him when I hang my head. "What did Cole hate more than anything when it came to you?""To see me cry," I whisper, and Josh nods."Exactly, so you're going to pull yourself together for him and your baby. Do you hear me? Because when he wakes up and sees the state of you, he's going to beat the shit out of me for not looking after you." I close my eyes and shake my head with a heavy sigh. "Let's go get you some air and something to drink. All right?""I'm not leaving him." I refuse, shaking my head. "I promised him I'll wait out here, and I am till he wakes up.""Shayla, Josh's right. Get some air. It will do you some good, Sis. We're all here, don't worry." Sam assures me. I look at Josh and the girls, who nod in response.I sig
"That's normal after the injuries you've sustained, son." The doctor utters, lifting his hand. "I'm going to check your reflexes. Tell me if you feel this." He adds, running a pen over his palm. Cole nods. "Wiggle your fingers for me?" Cole moves his fingers."Excellent. Do you feel this?" He brushes his pen over the bottom of his foot, and he nods. "Try to move your toes for me?" Cole moves his toes, and the doctor smiles, seemingly pleased. "Brilliant. Well, physically speaking, you're healing nicely, Cole. You will experience some discomfort when you pass urine the first couple of times—this is due to your ruptured kidney. One of your lungs was punctured by your broken ribs, and you have a hairline fracture on your skull. You have no idea how incredibly lucky you are to be alive. Someone up there must really love you. I don't know how you managed to fight through given the extent of your injuries, but we're all thrilled to see you up.""How long have I been in here?
"Cole, come on, one more bite." I shake my head with an agitated sigh, glaring at the forkful of food being shoved in my face."I don't want any more." I snarl, and Shayla glares back at me with those dark green eyes of hers. "I don't want it." I push it away from my face and roll my eyes."Cole, you need to eat so you can build up your strength. Come on, finish your food." She urges stubbornly, and I sigh, closing my eyes. I've never met a more stubborn and annoyingly persistent person in my life.How the fuck did I end up married to her?"Christ. Will you stop mothering me. I said I don't want it." I grit out, and Shayla exhales heavily, narrowing her eyes at me. "And while you're at it, you can stop glaring daggers at me too.”Shayla rolls her eyes, "Cole, the doctor said--""I know what the goddamn doctor said! I was in the room when he fucking said it. I don't need you to be persistently clucking around me. I get enough of that from my
"On our honeymoon." She answers, her voice barely over a whisper, and averts her gaze after holding mine for a touch too long.Shayla has her hands out to me to help me out of bed. I wince and groan when I feel a surge of pain in my ribs whenever I move. "You okay, bab--" She starts to say but stops hastily, catching herself before she calls me 'baby' yet again.She does that a lot.I was getting the feeling we would call each other that quite a bit. "Hold on. Your gown is untied." She sighs and reaches behind me to tie the strings together.Shayla's soft hair touches my cheek, and I turn my head when I smell something exotic and sweet. Where have I smelt that before? It felt vaguely familiar to me. "All right, come on."Pulling back, she holds her hands out. I frown and take her offered hand and stand up. I hiss when I straighten, and the pain catches my breath. "Slow breaths Cole, Doctor Bennet said to avoid deep and sharp breaths. Short and shal
I wander around aimlessly for a while before I go back to the house. Josh and the two girls had left, and the place was quiet. As I walk through, I wonder if Shayla left with them until I heard noises coming from the first floor. I follow the sound, making my way up the steps one at a time, groaning at the pain of my ribs. I stop outside the door when I hear the distinct sound of someone crying. I wouldn't even call it crying, no, it was sobbing, like when you're in absolute agony, and you can't catch your breath. It was Shayla. I press my forehead to the door and close my eyes, my chest got tight, and my breath constricted the longer I listened to her weeping.Something deep inside my gut made me push the door open and walk into the bedroom. Shayla was curled up on the bed in the foetal position crying, her whole body shaking with hoarse sobs. I feel like a real arsehole for hurting her. I walk to the bed and sit at the end, my head cast down while I stare at the floor. "I'm
Over the next couple of weeks, things went from bad to worse between Shayla and me. I was almost fully healed, my ribs only a dull ache. Our frustration with one another hit its peak. We were continually arguing and butting heads at home and work. I was yet to remember a thing about the last four years, and it was beginning to get on my nerves. I'm missing a huge chunk of my life, and I can't remember a single thing. There was one moment where I thought I remembered something, but it passed too quickly, so I wasn't sure if it was a dream or a memory.Frankly, the longer I'm stuck living with Shayla, the more baffled I am about why I fell in love with her in the first place-- or even married her twice, for that matter.She's so fucking stubborn; it's infuriating. For example, the other night, we sat in the living room listening to a couple of songs that seemingly held some special meaning to us. "Shayla, I do not remember any of these songs. This is pointless." I sigh,