My Woman His Wife Saga (49 page)

My wife was fully out of her coma. I didn't know if I was happy or sad about it, to be honest with you. Monica had my head boggled, and I was so pissed at myself for letting her get to me like that again. On the way to the hospital I found it weird that she didn't call me to let me know that she was home, but at the same time I was glad she didn't because I didn't feel like having to explain to my father-in-law why my phone was ringing this time of night and the woman on the other line wasn't a family member. I wasn't sure how much Jazz's mom had filled him in on the Monica situation, and I wasn't about to bring it up to find out. I didn't feel like being busted in my face about some bullshit again, so it was best to just let it go.

I was in a fog the entire ride, and I could not get Monica off my mind. So many thoughts were going through my head I was starting to feel sick.

When we got to the hospital, I was a mess. I was so nervous about seeing Jazz up and alert. Every time I'd been in her presence she was down for the count, and not able to talk. Her mouth was wired shut so she still wouldn't be able to say much, but I was sure that her attitude would do all of the talking if she could remember anything. Lagging behind a little, I followed her dad through the hospital and up to the intensive care unit where Jazz was being held. My palms were sweaty, and my heart was pounding in my chest. I was not ready for this, and I didn't know what to expect or how I would react.

When we got up to the room I could see the doctor attending to her. She shook her head either yes or no to whatever the doctor was asking her, and when he ran an ink pen up the bottom of her foot and her toes curled, I was suddenly relieved.
She might just be okay.
I entered the room hesitantly, and when we made eye contact I busted into tears. My wife was alive. This all could have turned out so differently.

I sat in the chair next to her, and placed my head in her lap. The tears flowed like a faucet, and when her hand caressed the back of my head I completely lost it. Would my kids have been able to keep going without her? Yes, Monica was a nice distraction for them, but she wasn't their mother. I was crazy to ever think another woman could raise our kids.

I looked up into her face, and she had tears in her eyes as well. I could tell she wanted to say something, but the wire was preventing her from talking. I started to get her a pen or something to write with, but I decided that we would have plenty of time to catch up. For now, she just needed to rest, and I would take advantage of her being quiet while I had the chance.

“Jazz, I'm so glad you made it through. The kids missed you so much, and we were all hoping that you would make it out okay.”

She looked at me with a puzzled look, and I knew that I had to at least fill her in on the basics. So much happened since she'd been gone, and I didn't know where to start. Did I let her know that I knew about the twin she got pregnant by? Although Monica gave me the number on her first visit I had yet to use it. I already decided that I would be calling them, but when would the time ever be right?
Do I hit her with the news that Monica is back in town? Do I inform her of Jordan's condition, because I'm sure that she would want to know that the kids are okay?
I just needed to say something to clear the air.

“You've been in a coma for about five weeks, but it was medically induced so that your brain would heal. You hit your head on the steering wheel pretty hard,” I told her as I held her hand. The tears flowed from her eyes and I could tell she was shocked. I felt bad even telling her, but I knew she would want to hear it.

“You look great though, and the kids are all okay,” I told her, trying to clear the air. I could see the relief on her face after hearing that.

I caught her up on the minute stuff that was going on, leaving out the incriminating details about Monica being back in the picture, and the sex we slipped up and had just hours ago. Jazz's father looked misty-eyed as well, and I just hoped that he would not tell her anything that would upset her right now. We still hadn't talked about how much he knew about Monica, but I was certain his wife gave him some details about her and why she was here. There was no doubt on my mind that once it all came down to it she would be pissed, but today we would have some peace.

 

 

I stayed up at the hospital well into the morning. Jazz's dad had left hours ago, and I didn't want to leave Jazz by herself. She was sleeping on and off, but I made sure that I didn't budge because I wanted to be there every time she woke up. The nurse gave me coffee and crackers to snack on, and that was pretty much what I survived on for the hours that I was there. All the hours in between I was in my head heavy and sleeping on and off.

I couldn't believe I slipped up and ran up in her without a condom again. What was I going to do if Monica turned up pregnant? I could check her getting rid of it off the list because she wasn't even about to do that.
Who knows? Maybe she changed over the years, and just might be up for an abortion this time around. Or if that isn't an option, at least keep it with her. The responsible thing to do would be for her to just flush it and keep moving.
I didn't even have to know all the details. As long as she wasn't bringing another child into the world at my expense we would be good.

What was I going to do about these kids? They'd already gotten a taste of Monica, especially the girls, and I knew they were going to want to know what happened to her. Kids can't even hold water without pissing the bed, so I knew they would tell their mom that she had been around. My dilemma was,
do I tell her beforehand, or do we discuss it once the cat is out of the bag? Jazz is off the chain, and I just don't feel like the bullshit that's surely going to come with it. Maybe with her mom present at the time of reasoning it will soften the blow.

Besides, her mom thinks that Monica was just there to see her son, and that part is true. She doesn't know that I got up in her guts and it was the best thing since sliced bread. I'm chalking it up to being a freak accident, because I'm sure that wasn't her motive this time around. It was something that just . . . well, happened!
Neither of us was really at fault, we just fucked up and gave into our urges. My heart was definitely heavy, and I had a lot on my plate right now. I just needed to figure out what to do next so that we could be moving along. The sooner Monica got back to Atlanta the better we would all be.

I dozed off sometime around seven in the morning, and the next time I opened my eyes I was looking at the doctor. I wondered how long he had been standing there as he made notations in Jazz's chart. I sat up, wiping the crust out of my eyes, waiting for the verdict.

“Good morning, Mr. Cinque. Glad you could make it over here last night. I'm sure your wife is happy you are here. Sorry we didn't get a chance to really discuss all of the goings-on with your wife when you first arrived.”

“I'm glad she's awake.”

“Well, she's pretty much right on schedule. We began weaning her off of the drugs that were keeping her asleep a few weeks ago so that she could slowly wake up with the least amount of pain. She may be out of it for a few days because of the dosage of pain medicine she will be given. Her jaw wire is scheduled to be removed by noon, and then we will take it from there. Your wife should be home within a matter of a few days.”

That was a lot to take in, but I was ready for whatever came next. Jazz was gone from the kids long enough, and the sooner we got into our new routine the better off we would be. She didn't appear to have any memory issues, and knew who I was. She had yet to talk though, so that would really be the determining factor. Things were looking up for the most part, and I was ready to tackle what was to come in the future. Whatever it was, and with the help of God and family, I was ready for it.

After the doctor finished up his progress report he gave me all the ins and outs of the quick surgery that would allow Jazz to talk again; then he was on his way. I called and gave the family the 411 on Jazz's situation, and I told Jazz's mom that I would take a cab back to the house once Jazz was out of surgery and stable. That way I could be home by the time the kids got in from school, and maybe by then Jazz would be up to seeing them. I knew they were missing her as well.

I was determined to get my life back on track, and move my family forward. I had to get Monica gone, and I had to make this work. It had to because if this didn't work I had no more options.

I lay there like I was asleep, but I heard every word that was said. The pain medicine that was being administered made me sleepy, so I was waking up for intervals, but I so had a bone to pick with him. He probably thought I was crying because I was happy to see him, but I was really just pissed that I couldn't get out of this bed and beat his ass.
He did this shit to us! Now I'm banged and bruised for no damn logical reason. Okay, maybe my texting and driving played a small part in it, but had he been on his game none of this shit would have happened. Point. Blank. Period.

I was in a coma for five weeks.
Five weeks! Like, for real?
I breathed a sigh of relief when he told me the kids were okay, and I was happy to be alive so I wasn't going to complain. I was, however, going to knock his ass clean out the first chance I got. He thought that my brothers got with his ass back in the day.
He ain't seen nothing yet.
I would make sure of it; he would definitely pay for this.

A few times during the night I woke up briefly, and stared at James while he was sleeping. It was a restless sleep nonetheless, and I wondered what else had this man troubled besides this horrible accident.
What happened while I was lying up in this hospital all this time?
I knew James well enough to know that he was leaving shit out, and he wasn't giving me the full story on what was going on with everybody. I was certain something went down while I was asleep, and I would definitely get to the bottom of it. As for right now, I just needed to get through today so that I could get the heck out of here.

There was a lot on my mind, and I didn't even really know how to bring it up. By the time I dozed off a few times and woke back up I was being wheeled down to surgery. To be honest with you, every time James would wake up I would close my eyes real quick and pretend like I was asleep until I actually fell back to sleep. I wasn't really ready to face him just yet, even though I was so mad I could spit fire. I didn't have the capability to curse his ass out just yet, and if he said something crazy I didn't want to miss out on the opportunity to read him his damn rights. Nope, he wouldn't get off that easy, so I would just wait. Hell, I'd been out all this damn time and didn't even know it, so waiting a few more days or so wouldn't make that much difference.

I had the weirdest dream while I was in surgery, and I was certain that my blood pressure had to have been sky high. It felt like it was so real, and it had me nervous. I was still shaken when I woke up, but I played it cool like it was just from the surgery. I wasn't in recovery for long at all, and pretty soon I was back in my room. It felt like I was asleep for days, but once I heard the voices in my room I was pretty sure that it had only been a few hours. It still hurt to move my facial muscles, and I tried to be as still as possible when I opened my eyes.

Shutting them quickly, I was sure I was maybe still in a dream because there was no way I was seeing what I just saw. Yep, that good old anesthesia still had me in a zone because there was no way this was happening to me so soon. I chanced a peek out of one eye and then the other, trying to focus either way. A sheen of sweat quickly appeared all over my body. I wanted to get out of the bed and run but I couldn't move. I closed my eyes and counted to ten only to open them and still see a nightmare. My husband was conversing with the twins, one of whom was my kids father. I still didn't know which one had actually gotten me pregnant, and had successfully avoided them up until now. What were they doing here, and did James know how we were connected?

I could have gotten run over by a bus at this very moment and wouldn't have cared. This was just too damn much at one time, and Lord knows I wasn't in the mood. I closed my eyes again, and zoned in on their conversation, and sure enough the cat had been let out of the bag. James found out that the twins weren't his. That wasn't even what intrigued me the most though.
Did he just say that Monica was in town and had come by?
Yeah, I had to have been hearing things, because there was no way God would allow both of my pains in the ass to visit all at once.

I chanced a peek again, but this time James saw me and immediately ceased the conversation, walking over to my bed with a straight face. Gone were the relief and the happiness to see me alive. Although he didn't have a look of death on his handsome face, he definitely didn't look happy. I looked him in the eyes with worry on my face, for the first time happy that I couldn't talk just yet because he would undoubtedly want answers that I couldn't give right now. The twins came to the foot of the bed as well, and they all had the same semi-pissed look on their faces. I could clearly see my twins in their identical faces, and it was weird that all three men favored so much, like they could be related.
How did he get in contact with them?

“Jasmine, I'm certain you know who these gentlemen are,” James spoke in a strained voice, like he was trying to control his anger. “We have a lot to discuss, but it won't happen today. We do have each other's contact information and once the time is right we will all sit down and hash things out. Okay?”

I slightly nodded my head up and down as best I could as tears streamed down the side of my face. Things were not good, and more secrets were flying out of the closet. James bid the men farewell, and sat by me on the side of the bed. It wasn't a loving sense of comfort I felt this time around, and all of the shade I planned to throw him was retracted.
Seems like I'll be kissing ass for a while.

I wanted to talk to my mom and dad, and I knew they would be here eventually. I was scared to stretch my jaw because it was still painful, and I wished I could go back to the day before I met Monica so that we could do things differently. I should have never agreed to that threesome. Things probably would have been way different and better between me and James now. My head hurt, and I just wanted to ball up under the covers and go to sleep.

Pressing the button to administer more medicine, I allowed the drugs to rock me into a fitful sleep. I was so not ready to deal with all of this, and I hoped by the time I woke up my family would be here. I would just avoid this situation with James for as long as I could, but I did have questions. Lots of them. I needed to know all the details, and, furthermore, where was Monica?