This choice: Waking up, you see your mom, Jennifer, there in the room • Go Back...Chapter #4Waking up, you see your mom, Jennifer, there in... by: takacube   It was more than a bit weird to be laying there, feeling your mom's presence in the room, and not finding the inner courage to deal with the very real problem that now confronted the two of you.
The doctors, after you somehow managed to calm yourself down, explained that over the past two weeks, while you were out, your mother had signed off on the idea that you would assume your father's life. To the rest of the world, Paul Connors had been the survivor of the crash but Tim, his eldest son, had died due to massive injuries. They had even gone through the farce of holding a funeral for you, or for Tim as the younger doctor had put it inelegantly, a few days before you had awoken.
"...and what about my family? Mom knows..but...?"
It had been a hard decision to come to and they had discussed the ramifications with letting your sister know about the surgery, ultimately leaving it to your mother to decide on whether Tabitha should know or not. The doctors, for their obvious lack of social tact and grace, had decided not to inquire further and rather turned their attention to tending to your care and left it at that. You had been somewhat grateful at the time, thinking that Tabitha would have had a lot to deal with over the past few days, but now, laying there, you wondered if having your sister's support would be vital.
Now, though, your attention was focused on the woman standing by the window. In society's view, you were not Tim Connors but Paul Connors, a 43 year-old man and married husband to the woman who had given you life, had changed and nursed you, dressed you and fought long and hard with you over the state of your room and your friends and making sure you didn't hit your sister on long car trips. She was now your wife, your lover...what else would she think, knowing who you were and what you had become? Would she even look at you the same way?
"Penny for your thoughts?" you whispered, loud enough for her to hear, and she turned her head to look at you. You saw the mixture of sadness in losing her husband and the happiness of not losing her son in the process, almost torn inbetween two worlds.
"It'll be tough..." she replied, moving away from the window and walking over to your bedside, your eyes taking in fully the sway of her hips and the innate way her body seemed to move, definitely something that a son would not pay attention to. "We'll make it work, some how..." She reached over and brushed your hair gently and smiled again. "Somehow.."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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