18. Sweet Dreams
Sweet Dreams
Amity
M y eyes flutter open, adjusting to the bright fluorescent lights above me. I hear a voice pulling me out of the fog my mind and body are lost in. Excruciating pain rocks my body when I move, but I know I want to be where that voice is. Then I hear several others saying my name, with an even brighter light being shoved into my eyes. Causing my head to want to bust open. I’m able to get my arm up to block my eyes.
Hoaresely, “fucking pineapples, get that damn light away from me.” I hear a deep chested laugh that pulls my attention to the left of me. Once my eyes fully adjust, I see him. I reach for his face. When my palm grapples the thicker than usual scruffiness of his face, I begin to cry. Blake’s alive, I’m alive. The whole night flashes through my mind quickly, sending a deep shiver through me.
“Are you cold,” I hear the nurse ask. I try to speak again, but my mouth is desert dry. Soon, a straw is inserted in my mouth and allows the water to wash the dry grit away. Once finished, I look up at everyone. My parents, several nurses, a doctor, and my Blake all surround my bed.
“How are you feeling?” The doctor asks.
“Like I just took part in a bull run and lost.” They laugh, but seriously, my head hurts like hell.
“Well now that you are awake and communicating, we can manage your pain medications more thoroughly. You have been asleep for many days, but we are all very excited to see you awake and present. I will order a CT to be completed by this evening to monitor and compare it with your last results. Please let the nurse know if you need anything, and I’ll be back around in the morning.”
“Thank you,” I say. Followed by all the thanks you for those around me. The nurse continues to take my vitals again while another injects more drugs into my IV. My parents shower me in hugs, and we chat about what has been going on the last several days. Blake has stepped out in the hallway to call Nash so he can let the girls know I’m awake.
“He barely left your side, sweetie. We have all been worried sick, but we have all been extra worried about Blake. He has not been handling this situation well at all.” I look at my mama in amusement, thinking when has Blake Holdings ever handled anything well outside of his control? Deddy lets me know he has been helping out with Nevada over at the ranch so he was not neglected. That life seems to have pulled everyone in a million different directions since that horrifying night. Soon they say their good-byes, and Blake struts in causally with his arms crossed. He stops at the foot of my bed.
“Amity, I’m going to say what I need to say. You are not going to interrupt me, throw anything at me or argue with me when I’m done. You understand?”
I raise my eyebrow in confusion.
“I need you to say you understand me, Amity.”
I’m immediately taken back with the sternness in his voice and figure I better play along. “I understand, Blake.”
He takes a deep breath before unraveling before me. “I swear to Heaven and Hell, Amity, you pull some dimwitted stunt like that ever again, I will tie you up myself and leave you in a cage. What the hell were you thinking? Don’t fucking answer that! I know what you were thinking, because I found your love letter to me. You think you are so smart and brave, but guess what, princess? I’m smarter and braver. You will never risk your life for me again. Understood?”
I’m still in shock over being reamed like an intolerant schoolgirl, but I nod my head yes.
“You don’t get to make life decisions without my two cents. One, if you thought I would let you just disappear without searching for you, you needed your damn head examined before all this bullshit. Second, if you thought I would handle your estate within a year of you not returning, another big NO. That would have meant I had given up. I will never give up on you or us. You, Amity Jean Mercer, are mine. When the time comes for your last breath, it will be mine also.” He pauses and stalks to the right side of my bed, hovering over me. “When you are released, you will be moving in with me. Your stuff is being moved as we speak, and you will place your apartment up for sale within the next two months. Then we have a wedding in a few weeks that will be carrying on as initially planned. From there, you will help me pick out a house with some land that we will move into as a family. In the midst of house hunting, we will be going on a month long honeymoon to Belize then over to the Islands of Antigua and St. Lucia. Once you spring free from here, you need to make a decision about your teaching job. I know you love your job, but I won’t lie, if putting a baby in you and conjoining you to me forever doesn’t get my dick hard.”
My thoughts are swirling until he gives me that charming smolder that melts my heart. He leans down, placing a kiss on my forehead. All I can say is I agree to every last detail. Honestly, it could be all the meds I feel taking effect that has my giddy and agreeable, but I have time to deal with some of this stuff once I’m feelin’ well enough to think. My heavy eyelids close as thoughts of settlin’ down and babies with Blake fill my dreams.
* * *
Four days later, I am finally being released home. I just hope today goes better than yesterday. Blake has been stuck to me like glue for the last sixty plus hours, and I need space. I threw the water pitcher at his head yesterday to reiterate I meant business. This was all after I had awakened with a headache and him asking if I was okay for the millionth time in a twenty-minute span.
“No, I am not fine. At what point did you think I was actually fine? When the flowers were being sent? Or when a gun was held to my head? Oh, let me guess, when I was laying in this fucking bed in a coma!” I had shouted at him right before the water pitcher went soaring into his head.
He called me a crazy bitch, I just shrugged my shoulders, then he stormed out of the room. He was back in two hours with a box of my favorite donuts, and we moved on. I was in a piss-poor mood. Like everything over the last month just toppled over me. Leaving me gasping for air in a hole I kept sinking in. I’m also not used to being waited on hand and foot, yet Blake is so doting, it’s making my skin crawl. I’m ready to be out of here, accomplishing life on my own two feet again. I’ve already talked to my director and decided I will head back to work in February. That gives me time to rest, get married, and go on this crazy long honeymoon with Blake. If and when I do become pregnant, I’ll continue to work, and then we can plan for the future then.
* * *
Blake
My girl is finally home in our apartment after what has been a month from the center of hell. Once again, Amity has persevered, but her loss of independence over this time is keen to the emotional rollercoaster she has taken. We’ve had our petty ass fights because I feel I need to care for her, she feels she has everything handled. Perspectively, she honestly does. I just need her thick skull to realize I’m not the enemy but the person who obsessively loves her and wants her to want for nothing. Again, neither of us are great at relationships. I keep that tidbit of information that I am her second, she is my first in my head. We honestly have no clue how to relationship. We only know how to do us, and I am completely content with that knowledge. This woman has turned my world upside down, my whole being belongs to only her. Now to remove all breakable objects she could potentially throw while she is sleeping.