Underestimated

Chapter 13

Dawson drove me to the airport on Thursday morning.

“I told you the last time that you did this that I didn’t like it,” he said, sitting in an airport chair beside me while I waited for my flight to start boarding.

“I told you to come with me,” I countered, just as we heard my flight called.

He carried my bag as far as they would let him.

“I love you. I’ll call you during my layover in Chicago,” I said, holding him tightly around his neck.

“I’ll be waiting. Hurry back to me. I love you.”

I settled into the window seat and stared out the tiny window, reflecting on where I was. I never met Ms. K in my life, but I owed her my life. I hated to think about living with Drew, having his baby, and never having a life of my own. I felt safer and secure in Misty Bay then I ever had in my life, and of course I was madly in love with my sheriff.

I did call Dawson and talked to him the whole forty five minute layover in Chicago, and then again when I was safely in my hotel room in Vegas. I walked down to the dining room around seven with Marsha, Sunny, and Wendy for supper. Star’s sister returned to my room with me. I loved Sunny almost as much as Star. She painted my finger and toenails with a neon green polish with black tips. It wasn’t my style at all, but I laughed and told her that I loved it.

The swap meet was just as epic as I remembered it from the last time, and there were even more vendors. I knew I would be paying for extra weight on the way home. It was only the first day, and I had seven catalogues of the neatest novelty items ever.

We went out for supper that night and had a blast once again. We had walked to the restaurant, and Sunny and Marsha had gotten a little intoxicated. Wendy and I told them both several times to quiet down as we walked back to our rooms.

The next day was just as much fun. I found a vendor of old-time candies and thought that it would make a perfect fitment for the shop, and I of course grabbed one of his catalogues. There were candy cigarettes, those necklaces that you had to bite the candy off, wax lips, and every flavor of jellybeans imaginable. I crinkled my nose at the thought of sardine flavored jellybeans, but knew they would sell, just because they were different.

The four of us went out for supper again at the same restaurant. I was the one that drank a little too much that time, but I didn’t care. I was having the time of my life, and I don’t think I have ever laughed that much in my entire life.

I said goodbye to Sunny, Marsha and Wendy and headed back to the airport with the rental car the following morning. Sunny and Wendy were staying another night. They wanted to catch one of the shows before heading home the next day. Marsha was flying out the same evening. I couldn’t wait to get home and see Dawson. It was crazy how much I missed him. If someone would have told me two years prior that I could be in love with someone the way I was with him, I would have deemed them crazy.

I parked the rental car where I was supposed to. I called Dawson just before boarding and told him that I would see him in eight hours. I had another layover in Chicago for an hour, but I was fine with it. I would be going to bed in his arms that night. That was all that I cared about. I told him that I loved him and was getting ready to board when I realized that I had the keys to the rental in my hand.

“How much time do I have?” I asked the lady at the gate.

I told her that I would be right back. I had ten minutes to board. I wished that I would have just taken the keys and sent them in the mail.

I rushed out to the parking lot to deposit the keys in the glove box of the car, where I was supposed to have left them. I was just crossing the crosswalk and like an idiot, turned when I heard someone yell.

“Morgan?”

I knew it was Derik before I ever turned my head.

Fuck…

What the hell was I supposed to do now? I panicked and sprinted to the rental car, started it and backed out of the parking space, trying to get out of there in the ridiculous traffic. I would catch the next flight. I knew they would track down every name on that plane if I would have gotten on it. I wasn’t chancing that. Every thought possible was going through my mind. What if he caught me? What would Drew do to me? I couldn’t go back there, and for the first time since I had met Dawson, I wished I would have given him his name or even mine before I became Riley Murphy. He had no way to find me. He thought that I was on a plane heading toward Chicago.

I kept a close eye on my rearview mirror. Derik was one car behind me. I could see him on his cellphone and knew exactly who he was talking to. I could hear Drew’s voice on the other end, telling him not to lose me. I felt like my world was crashing in on me. Everything that I had worked so hard for, for the past two years was hanging by a thread, all because I was stupid. I should have never chanced being there in the first place.

I was finally out of the airport traffic and into even more traffic darting in and out of lanes, trying to lose him. I had no idea where I was or where I was going. I wanted to call Dawson. I had to call Dawson. He had to be able to find me if I was caught. I reached into my purse to retrieve my phone and looked up just in time to keep from hitting the stopped bus. My purse and all of its contents landed on the passenger floor.

This could not be happening. It was like one of those movies that kept you on the end of your seat, waiting to see what happened. I went around the bus, and Derik was now right behind me. I shot back in front of the bus and took the next street to the right. I kept darting in and out of traffic, up and down different streets with Derik right on my tail.

I finally got out of the city enough to get some speed, still passing cars, illegally. I didn’t care. I would have loved for the cops to see me and stop me. They didn’t, and I was left to fend for myself. I was a few cars ahead of him when I came up on a sports car with the top down, full of young girls. They were yelling and having the time of their life, but they were driving too slowly. I knew I shouldn’t try it. I couldn’t see if anything was coming from the little knoll.

I darted around them, and I was right. I shouldn’t have done it. Neither I nor the city bus driver had time to react before my car was under his bumper. I don’t remember much after that. I could vaguely recall sirens, voices and the sound of a saw. I was hot. I was so hot, and I could smell smoke. Was the car on fire? Was I being cut out of the car? I didn’t know. I was drifting away. I felt my body becoming lighter and lighter as I floated into the dark.

I’m sorry, Dawson…

I didn’t know how long I had been there. I coughed and didn’t like the tube in my throat. The lights were bright, and I was confused. I gagged on the tube inserted into my throat as I tried to move my head.

The tube was being pulled out. That was why it was gagging me. I managed to get my eyes opened and saw a doctor, a nurse and a man that looked familiar, but I just couldn’t put my finger on who he was just yet.

“Mrs. Kelley, can you hear me?” the doctor asked.

Mrs. Kelley? Mrs. Kelley? I repeated over in my head unable to speak. That didn’t sound right. Was that my name?

I let my eyes close again and drifted back into the darkness. I don’t think I was out very long. I think the doctor had continued to call my name or somebody’s name. None of it made any since. I had no recollection of anything.

“Mrs. Kelley, can you tell me your name?” the doctor spoke.

I looked at the man who felt familiar, and he looked worried. Was he worried about me? Who was he?

“Where am I?” I asked.

“You’re in the hospital, baby,” the man who seemed to know me said. I pulled my hand away from him. I didn’t know who he was.

“What’s wrong with me?”

“You were in a bad car accident, but you’re going to be okay,” the man that thought he knew me replied.

“How long have I been here?”

“We have had you in an induced coma for five weeks now. You suffered a ruptured spleen, broken pelvis and a serious head injury. Your brain had swollen severely, so we put you into an induced coma so it could recover.”

“Five weeks?” I asked. I wasn’t sure why it mattered. I couldn’t even remember my name.

“Mrs. Kelley, can you tell me what your name is?”

“Who are you?” I asked, turning to the man who seemed to care about me.

“It’s me, Morgan, Drew. I’m your husband.”

What the fuck??? I don’t think so…

“I don’t think that is right,” I assured him.

“You might suffer some memory loss from your head injury, but I am highly optimistic that you will have a full recover. Memory loss is a common side-effect of serious head injuries. It is highly likely it will return in time,” the doctor explained.

I drifted back off. That was enough. I couldn’t take anymore. Maybe the next time I woke it would be over. Maybe it was just a bad dream. Yeah, that’s what it was. I will wake to my real life the next time.

I think I was out for a long time. The room was dark, and the same man that was there earlier was sitting in the chair. He jumped up when he saw that I was awake.

“Hey,” he softly spoke. I pulled my hand out of his again. It took every bit of strength that I had. My arm felt so heavy.

“You should leave. I don’t know who you are,” I demanded.

“I’m your husband, Morgan. We’ve been married for almost eight years.”

“I don’t believe you.”

He got my purse and showed me my Nevada driver’s license. The picture looked familiar but was it me? That didn’t prove anything.

Every time I woke this man was sitting there. Why wouldn’t he leave?

I don’t know how many more days I was there drifting in and out of consciousness, but every time I woke this man was there. He was there when I was moved to the rehabilitation center as well.

I was starting to come around and was awake more and more. This guy who claimed to be my husband was always there, always telling me how much how much he missed me being home with him.

Evidently I had just gotten home when I had my accident. Apparently I had been studying English Literature in France, and hadn’t even made it home yet or so I was told. I didn’t remember being in France either. I was scared, and I felt like my whole life had been erased. Why couldn’t I remember something? Anything? It was so frustrating. I felt a massive void, and despite the things this Drew character had begun telling me about my past, it was all alien. He said that we were getting ready to start a family, we lived in a beautiful mansion and that I loved books. It all sounded so superficial, and for some reason I didn’t believe him.

Each morning, I’d wake up hoping it would be the day everything would come flooding back. It was frightening and frustrating because each day was as strange as the one before. No matter how hard I tried, I had absolutely no idea who Drew was or how much we meant to one another. He seemed to care about me a lot more than I cared about him. He was always there.

I did start seeing less of him because he said that he had to work. I didn’t care if he went to work. I didn’t want him there. He still came every night, but sometimes it was a few days because he had to go out of town. He could have stayed out of town.

I spent three weeks in the rehabilitation center learning to walk and regaining my strength. Had I known that the doctor was going to release me to that man I would have contrived injured longer.

“Where are my parents?” I had asked when the doctor talked to me about going home.

“Honey, both your parents are gone,” Drew explained.

“Gone where?” I wanted to know. I knew that I was only twenty six. My Nevada driver’s license said so. Why didn’t I have parents?”

“Your dad passed away a few years back, and you never really knew your mom. She left when you were just a little girl?” Drew explained. He sounded sincere. I guess I didn’t have a reason not to believe him.

“What about brothers or sisters? Don’t I have any family?”

“Not really, Morgan. You and I were getting ready to start our own family, remember?”

No. you fucking idiot, I don’t remember.

Another familiar face picked us up from the hospital. I was wheeled out, and Drew helped me into the back seat. I was doing much better and could walk on my own, but moving into the car hurt.

Drew sat right beside me in the backseat. I wished that he would move over, and every time he tried to take my hand, I pulled it away. It just didn’t feel right to me.

I know that my eyes had to be wide open when we pulled into the long drive with a security gate. I read the sign above the gate.

‘Callaway Estates.’

Wow, was this where I lived? None of it looked familiar. The house was a mansion. I mean big enough to get lost in. This didn’t seem right either. I didn’t think that I had really lived there at all.

“What the fuck is he doing here, Derik?” Drew asked the driver, and then looked to me like he was afraid of scaring me or something.

“I don’t know, but I’m sure he has a right to be here whenever he wants,” the driver stated, and I wondered what that meant. Who were they talking about?

I saw the frail older man in his wheelchair waiting. Was he waiting for me? I didn’t know him either. There were three nurses with him. Was he sick?

Drew helped me out of the car, and the older gentleman pushed the joystick on his chair and came to me.

“How are you, Morgan?” he asked with a warm smile, reaching for my hand.

“I wish I remembered,” I smiled down at him. My hand in his didn’t feel like it did when Drew held it. This man felt genuine.

“We’ll help you with that. I’ve hired the two best nurses in the state of Nevada. They will make sure you get better,” he assured me.

“I’m very sorry. I know that I am supposed to know who you are, but I honestly don’t,” I explained.

“That’s not important right now. My name is Randal. Let’s get you better before we worry about that, uh?”

I smiled with a nod. He turned his chair and pretty much demanded Drew’s attention.

“I’ve got Terri and Melissa set up in the north wing. They will see to Morgan’s needs. I want her taken care of, and that’s an order. Do you understand?” he asked Drew.

“Yes sir. I will be sure of it,” Drew said, bowing down to the man. I wondered who he was and why Drew was so intimidated by him.

Randal Callaway didn’t come into the house with us and left with the third nurse.

I stood immobile once we were inside. Drew dismissed the two women and turned to me.

“Do you remember this place, Morgan?” he asked, staring very intently at me, probably trying to read my face and figure out whether or not I did.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized. I didn’t remember. I didn’t remember at all, and nothing about the magnificent home did anything to jog my memory.

“That’s okay. It’ll come,” he smiled, and I heard the Derik guy snort.

“I kind of wanted to talk to you about something,” I said to Drew.

He dismissed Derik, and held my elbow while we walked into the living area.

“I’ll be right back,” he said.

He did come right back and sat beside me on the sofa.

“What is it, Morgan?” He asked, turning his legs toward mine. I moved. I didn’t want his legs touching mine.

“I know that we are married, and all, but I really think I need to sleep alone for a while. This is all like very new to me, and I am having a hard time figuring out where I fit in.”

Drew smiled as a lady brought in two cups of hot tea. I didn’t recognize her either.

“It’s okay, Morgan. I have already moved your things to a nice suite upstairs. I thought you might feel that way.”

I smiled. “Thank you, but is there a bathroom up there. I realized as soon as I had asked that it was a stupid question. Of course, there were bathrooms up there. The house was amazing.”

“Yes, there is one in your suite,” he smiled.

I sipped the warm tea, but really didn’t want it. I just wanted to lie down.

“Do you mind if I go there now? I’m a little tired.”

“Not at all, you rest, and I will have some food brought up to you when you wake up.”

“Thank you.”

I held the rail going up the stairs and Drew walked beside me, holding my arm. I wondered why he put me in a room upstairs. He knew that I had a broken pelvic.

When I got to the top of the stairs, I stopped. There were so many rooms, all with closed doors. Drew didn’t help me figure out which one I should go into.

“Do you mind helping me out here a little?” I asked. It came out sort of cold.

“You don’t remember which one is your room?”

I looked at him oddly. “My room? I thought that you moved my things in here after my accident.”

“I did, I was just trying to help your memory along.”

How was confusing me going to help me get my memory back?

He opened the door, and I looked around. That room did feel maybe a little familiar, but I wasn’t sure if it was a good feeling. I almost felt like I was going to have a panic attack being in there, but didn’t know why.

“I’ll leave you to rest. If you need anything, just pick up that phone and hit one. It goes right to my office” Drew smiled.

“Thank you,” I smiled back.

I walked around looking at the room. It looked like he had taken all of my things from our shared room and brought them to that room. A jewelry box sat on a vanity, and I opened it to find some beautiful pieces. I walked to the walk-in closet, and none of the expensive clothes were ringing a bell. I ran my hand across the fashions and walked to the back of the enormous closet. I had more shoes than any one person could wear in a life time. I was rich. I was really, really rich. Okay. Maybe Drew was the rich one, but none the less.

I walked into the bathroom and was happy to see the jet tub that was calling my name. I started the hot water, and walked back to the bedroom to find comfortable clothes that weren’t so fancy. There were none. I had expensive nighties, not a cotton t-shirt in sight. I opened the underwear drawer and frowned, pulling out something that I thought was supposed to be panties, but wasn’t honestly sure. What was the point in wearing them?

That just wasn’t going to work. I wanted comfortable flannel pants, underwear that covered my ass, and a soft cotton t-shirt.

I walked over to the phone and hit the number one.

“Is something wrong?” Drew asked.

“Yeah, kind of,” I stopped talking when I heard my voice coming from his end of the phone. How was that possible?

“What’s wrong, Morgan?”

“Are you sure these are my clothes?” I asked. I didn’t hear my voice on the other end that time and blew it off as another side effect to my brain injury.

“Yes, I am very sure that those are your clothes.”

“Well, I would like some comfortable sweats or flannels, some normal panties, and maybe some socks. Didn’t I wear socks?” I asked.

“Not very often, you wore pantyhose mostly. I will send someone out to get you a few things.”

“Thanks, do I have a laptop?” I asked.

Drew didn’t speak. He kind of acted like I took him off guard for a second.

“You did have, it was in the car when you wrecked it.”

“Well, do you think that I could get another one?”

“Not yet. The doctor is afraid that too much eye movement will cause seizures. You have a television. You can watch that for a while if you want.”

“I don’t want to watch television. I wanted to do some research on my head injury. I would kind of like to know what I am up against, maybe find some stories from other survivors.”

“I’ll tell you what. You get a bath and rest for a while, and you can come down to my office and use mine for a while. Okay?”

“Why would I take a bath?” I asked. Why would he say that?

“Is that not what I hear in the background?” he asked. I relaxed.

“Oh, yeah, I guess it is. Sorry.”

The hot water felt amazing, and the jet streams were hitting sore spots that I didn’t know that I had. I think I was dozing off a little when I heard someone in my room.

“Hello,” I called out.

“It’s just me, Terri,” the one female called. “Can I come in?” she asked.

“Sure,” I replied, covering myself as much as I could.

“Mr. Kelley said that you were requesting some more comfortable clothes while you recovered. Mellissa went out to get you some things. I brought you some lunch,” she added.

“Thank you,” I replied. She smiled and left me to get out. The only problem was. I couldn’t get out. Every time I tried to pull myself up, the pain was unbearable and shot from my pelvic all the way down my right leg. Why the hell did I get in there?

“Terri!” I called out with no response. She was gone. Great, how long was I going to have to stay in there until someone came back?

I tried a couple more times with no avail. I couldn’t lift myself out. I wanted to cry. I felt so helpless, so alone, so lost, and now I need something for the pain. If I ever got out the bathtub.

I heard Drew call out next.

“Morgan,” he tapped on the door.

Great. I didn’t want him to be the one to come and rescue me.

“Can you go and get Terri for me?” I called out, not wanting his help.

“Why? Is something wrong?”

“No, I just need help getting out of the tub.”

He didn’t wait for a reply. He opened the door and was smiling at me.

“I can help you out, Morgan. We slept together for almost eight years. I’ve seen you naked before.”

I took a deep breath. I supposed he was right, and I was being obtuse. I smiled and nodded.

He took my arm and helped me out of the tub. I quickly grabbed the towel to cover my front. He was looking at me with pure lust. I knew that’s what it was. How could he look at me like that when I was hurt? I didn’t like it. I didn’t like it one bit.

“I’m good now. Thanks,” I coolly said, wanting him to leave.

I didn’t put on any of the clothing, and settled for the terrycloth robe hanging on the back of the door. I lifted the silver lid from my tray and actually felt a little hungry. I had turkey, mashed potatoes with gravy, corn and a roll. I sat on the edge of the bed and picked at it. I guess I wasn’t as hungry as I initially thought I was. I pulled pieces of the roll off, dipping it into my potatoes and gravy as I looked around my room. I felt like crying. Nothing seemed right. I didn’t feel rich, and certainly didn’t feel like I belonged there. Why couldn’t I remember who I was? I hated this, and only hoped that the doctor was right, and I would regain my history.

I covered my half eaten food and lay on the bed. I wiped a falling tear with my thumb. I didn’t understand. I could remember the words to songs, but not how I knew them. I could remember whole books that I had read, but not where or when I read them, and this place. I had absolutely no recollection of ever living there, at all.

I slept for a couple of hours, and when I woke I had a horrible headache, but was happy to see the freshly washed clothes folded and laying on my bed. I took two of the pain pills by my bed, went to the bathroom and pulled on the normal panties, a bra from the drawer, pink and green flannelled pants, and a simple white t-shirt.

I walked out and slowly descended the stairs. I felt every step as the pain shot up my pelvic and back. Why the hell would he put me on the second floor with a broken pelvic? I intended to ask him along with a few other questions.

“Where is Drew?” I asked the lady chopping up vegetables in the kitchen.

“I think he’s in his office,” the lady that I didn’t recognize explained. I looked at her, and she read my mind. “It’s the door straight across from the living room.”

I opened the door to the office and Drew was on the phone. He looked up with instant anger.

What the hell?…

I slowly lowered myself to the settee across from his desk. He replaced the irritated expression with a smile, telling whoever he had been talking to that he would have to call them back.

“Did you also forget how to knock,” Drew asked, annoyed.

“I don’t know. Did I always knock before I came into your office?”

“Yes, and I would appreciate you doing so in the future. I do conduct business in here. Is there something that I can do for you?” Drew asked with a smirk that I wanted to slap off of him.

“Yeah, there is,” I said, giving him attitude. Who the hell did he think he was? “Maybe you could show me some wedding or vacation pictures. Where did we meet? Did we always live in this house? Do I have any friends that I could talk to?”

“Must you walk around dressed like that?”

What?

I looked down at my comfortable attire. “Are you concerned with the help seeing me? Did I always dress in the fancy clothes upstairs to lounge around the house?”

“Yes. You did, and I would also appreciate you doing that as well from now on.”

“You’re surely not telling me how I should dress,” I asked in disbelief. Was this guy for real? Did I really stay married to him for almost eight years? No wonder I was in another country.

Drew got up and came to me. He took my hand and smiled a warm smile. “I’m just trying to show you what your routine was before the accident. Dr. Tharp says that getting you back into your normal element should help with your memory. You never dressed this way, Morgan.”

I pulled my hand away. “Can I use your computer now?” I asked. I knew he was just trying to help me regain my memory, but it was still frustrating as hell. I still couldn’t believe that I dressed in the fashions that hung in my closet on a daily basis.

“Sure,” he said, patted my leg and walked over to close out of what he had been doing.

I sat in Drew’s chair and tapped traumatic brain injuries on the keyboard. I looked back at Drew who was watching me. “How is it that I know how to type on a keyboard, but I can’t remember learning it?”

“I have faith. You’re going to remember every little thing that you’ve ever done,” he said with a cold face. I still couldn’t believe that I was married to this man. I mean, shouldn’t I feel something?

After about twenty minutes of reading things that Dr. Tharp had already told me, I leaned back, took an exasperated breath and rubbed my temples. My finger traced the L shaped scar from my injury, reminding me that I had no idea who I was.

Drew rubbed my shoulders from behind. Hmm, it felt good. I didn’t realize how tense I was.

“Just give it some time, Morgan,” Drew said.

“What about the pictures? Do we have any of those?” I asked, tilting my head for him to hit the crook of my neck with his magic hands.

“That’s kind of your fault. I have told you and told you that you needed to print the hundreds of pictures on your digital camera. You never would. It burned in your car.”

“What about our wedding pictures? Do we have those?”

“I wish you could remember this stuff. I feel like the bad guy here. You didn’t want a wedding. We ran away and got married.”

“How long did we know each other?”

Drew laughed, and I knew it was going to be bad. “We got married after spending three weekends together.”

I turned to look at him dumbfounded. What the hell was wrong with me? Maybe I didn’t want to remember who I was. She sounded pretty stupid.

Drew kissed the top of my head. “You were married to me for almost eight years. I think you would have left had we not been right for each other.”

“I was away taking classes in France, how long was I there?”

“That was all you too. I didn’t want you to go, but you insisted. You were there not quite two years, but came home often, and I would fly there to be with you when I could.”

“Why is my purse the only thing that survived the crash?” I didn’t understand that either. My camera, my laptop and all of my clothes had burned in the car, but my purse came out unharmed.

“It was on your lap. They assumed that you were digging for something in it. That’s why you hit the bus. You weren’t paying attention.”

I still didn’t understand it. I mean the scar above my eye along with the bigger one on the side of my head had to have bled. Why was my purse free of blood?

I sat up straight when I had an idea. I rested my fingers on the correct letters of the keyboard.

“Where did I grow up?” I asked. Maybe if I could find some pictures or my school or something it would jog my memory.

“I think that’s enough for one day,” Drew decided, spinning me away from the computer.

“Did I always let you decide what was best for me?” I asked, standing up. He didn’t move. We were inches apart.

“Always,” he whispered, and moved close to my lips.

I placed my hand on his muscular chest to stop him, although I have to admit I was staring right at his lips. “Drew, I don’t think I am ready for you to kiss me,” I said in a low tone.

He placed his hand over mine on his chest and smiled. “I’ll see you at dinner,” he replied and let me step around him.

“I want to see our bedroom, the one that we shared,” I said, turning to him before leaving.

“Okay, but it’s kind of empty right now. I moved my things into another room when I had yours moved. I couldn’t stand the thought of you not being in our bed with me.”

Well that was sweet. It made me feel guilty for being such a pain to him. I never once thought about how hard this was for him. I smiled, and he walked out with me.

Nothing. I didn’t recognize that room any more than any other one in the house. It was just another fancy room with expensive furnishings.

“Anything?” Drew asked, looking down at me.

I shook my head lightly.

“Don’t worry about it. Maybe you should just stop trying to remember and let it come when it’s ready.”

“Maybe,” I replied. “Drew why did you move my things to the second floor, knowing I have a broken pelvic.”

“Awe, shit Morgan. I never thought about that. That was your favorite bedroom in the house. I just thought you would feel better being in there. You said it was the best view in the house. You used to go in there and read a lot.” he explained with a sincere response.

I smiled. “It’s okay. My therapist made me climb steps at the rehabilitation center. It’s probably good for me.”

“Do you want to go rest before dinner?” he asked, placing his hand on the small of my back as we closed our shared suite.

“I think so, but I would rather just lie on the couch, I think,” I replied.

“The couch?”

I looked up to him. “I didn’t do that either, right?”

He smiled. “No, but if you want to do that, I will close the doors and make sure that you are not disturbed.”

“Thank you,” I smiled. I didn’t want to be in that room for some reason. It didn’t feel like my favorite room in the house at all.

Drew brought me a pillow and a blanket. “Do you want the television on?” he asked.

“No, I don’t think so. I kind of just want the quiet for a while,” I answered, snuggling under the soft blanket. Drew kissed me just in front of my ear.

“Have a nice nap,” he whispered hot words to my skin.

I drifted of staring at the beautiful portrait of Drew and me. I was wearing a beautiful evening gown and he was in a tuxedo. We looked happy. He was smiling down at me as I stared up to him.