Free Betrayed by M Dauphin

him in the eyes.
    “Good. I’m glad you felt the same pain I did.” I smiled and he grunted an approval, leaning down to kiss my hand around my IV. “Oh, and Tatum?”
    “Molly.”
    “Of course I forgive you.” The minute the words were spoken his shoulders relaxed and the pained expression on his face morphed into something a little lighter. A knock on the door brought us out of our moment and Trey walked in with a bouquet of flowers in a yellow vase.
    “Molly, your husband brought these in for you and asked me grab a vase for them. I think they’d look wonderful on the windowsill, don’t you? Sorry if I interrupted anything, I figure fifteen minutes was enough time to kiss and make up.” He winked at Tatum as he walked the flowers to the window. What the hell? Husband?
    “Thank you Trey.” I smiled as he glided out of the room and clicked the door shut behind him. Something told me he was waiting for just the right time to bring those in.
    “Thank you, Tatum. They are beautiful. But, um, husband?” I asked as I looked across the room at the yellow and white daisies basking in the sunlight.
    “Yea Sorry. I didn’t know if they let non family members in after visiting hours and I didn’t want to chance it. As for the flowers, don’t thank me, thank the old man in the elevator who felt sorry for me.” He laughed. “I was worried sick when I heard you were here, rushed over immediately. In the elevator I got to talking to this old man and he gave me his flowers to give to you. Said his lady was in a coma and wouldn’t miss them anyway.”
    “Well still. Thanks for stealing flowers from a sick person for me.” I laughed.
    “I’d make you take that back, but I’m not quite sure how to handle you right now.” He sighed. I knew he wanted to know. I wanted to tell him. Just…not yet.
    “Gently. Handle me very gently.”
    I was super tired from the medication I was taking to rid my body of …well. To clean things out. I curled up in a ball on my side and held on to Tatum’s hand for dear life as he slipped into a chair on the side of the bed. He came for me, yet again. I was starting to think he meant it when he said he wasn’t going anywhere.

23-           Tatum
    Molly had the doctor finally explain to me what happened to the baby. An ectopic pregnancy. According to the doctor, Molly is lucky more damage wasn’t done. The egg had attached itself to her fallopian tube and was on the verge of busting when she was rushed to the hospital. Hence the immense pain she was in. I understood, now, that the baby never had a chance. Tubal pregnancies never turn into something good. It doesn’t make it any easier, though. I had finally let myself be happy and get my hopes up, just to have them crash around me.
                  The only bright spot in all of this was that it forced me to come out of my reclusive cave and stop being an asshole to the woman I love. I am so thankful that she took me back. So unbelievably thankful. I’m not sure how I would have lived my life knowing that it was my fault I wasn’t spending it with the woman of my dreams.
                  While Molly was napping this morning I sent a quick e-mail to my dad. Tomorrow was Easter and I didn’t ever respond to my mother’s request. Shit. They say never piss off a Savage man, but it’s really the women I’m more afraid of. I make sure to include the drama and heartbreak from the last few days, hoping that they will understand our lack of appearance at one of my mom’s favorite holidays. I then shoot a text to the bakery owner to have some breakfast items ready for me to grab on our way home. If we weren’t going to have a proper Easter meal, we would at least be able to fill up on the best bakery treats in town.
    They are letting Molly go home today with a bottle of pills and piles of after-care instructions. Keep things simple, no partying, no excessive weight lifting, if she starts bleeding