I thought about it for a second.
“Just your sexy self, baby.”
“No problem. I can deliver that. Fuck, I need to be inside you. I’ll be about half hour.”
“Till you’re back inside me?” I ask with a smile. Despite the fact I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus, I’m horny and despite the fact that my face looks exactly like I’ve been hit by a bus, Conner still wants me. We sort of got it on a little bit last night, but my ribs hurt and the nurse came in and told him she’d send him home if he kept making my blood pressure go up.
“I wish, baby, I wish. Half hour till I get there.”
“Okies. I’ll see you then. Love you.”
“Love you too, Metal Head.”
“Not funny, Conner.”
“Come on, babe, you know I’m hilarious.”
“Goodbye Conner.”
“Bye Meebs. Love You.”
I end the call with a smile and throw my phone down so it’s out of reach. As tempting as it is in my boredom, I’m avoiding social media. Reports on my attack are everywhere and the speculation about what had happened is varied, but most going with what the police suspect, that some crazy, stalker fan girls of Conner’s took things just a little too far.
The door to my room opens ten minutes later and the last person in the world I want to see walks in. Not my mother, she was here all of ten minutes yesterday, delivering her ‘if you live by the sword then you’ll die by the sword’ speech, before thankfully fucking off. My dad and my brother haven’t been near or by. Not that I want to see either of them… ever, if I'm honest about it.
Marcus walks toward my bed.
“Why are you here?” I ask.
“You’re my wife, I wanted to see you.”
“Well, if you were just to sign the divorce papers I wouldn’t be. Then you could save your concerns for someone that wants them and yourself a trip.”
He tucks his sunglasses into the front of his Ralph Lauren polo. As usual he’s wearing it the way I hate, tucked in, collar up.
“I want a paternity test carried out on the baby and if it’s mine, I’ll be fighting for full custody.” The room spins.
I laugh. I don’t know what else to do so I laugh at him.
“Conner Reed will not be going anywhere near my child, he will not be a part of his life. If you leave him, I’ll agree to joint custody, or you could just do the sensible thing and come back home with me.” I can’t believe what I’m hearing. It actually takes me a few seconds to stop just sitting and staring at him with my mouth hanging open.
“I’ll drag your name and his through the courts, Nina. I’ll do everything I can to prove that you’re an unfit mother. I’ll use every piece of evidence I can find. I don’t have to do a thing to prove that he shouldn’t be around children, just look at his track record. He can’t even keep the adults around him safe. Come back to me Nina and I’ll give you the life you’ve always wanted.”
“Are you out of your fucking mind?”
“No Nina, I’ve never been more serious.”
“What on earth makes you think that this baby’s yours? We tried remember, and thankfully failed. This baby’s Conner’s, so sign those papers and let us get on with being a family. He’s the life I’ve always wanted, being with him is what I want. I married you because I had no choice, but my heart always belonged to him, always has, always will. When will you get your head around that?”
I watch as his fists clench and unclench. His jaw twitching at a rapid rate.
“I want the paternity test carried out while the baby’s still in the womb. I’ve looked into it, it can be done. When it’s proved to be mine, I’ll go to court and get an injunction, so that he has to stay away from my child and, therefore, you will have to stay away from him.”
He’s insane, he’s actually certifiably insane.
The thing is though, I’ve got a whole stack of diaries at the house that I used to share with him, and if he were ever to read some of the entries I made after I miscarried, he would have all the evidence he needs to prove that I’m insane, or at least was.
My increased heart rate is making my head ache and I start to feel panicky.
“Get out. Get the fuck out of my room and don’t come back here again.”
I press the call button for the nurse, who appears instantly.
“Can you please show this man out Lisa and let everyone know that he’s not allowed in here again, under any circumstances.”
I try to appear as calm as possible. If he ever finds those diaries, we’ll be fucked. If he ever showed them to a court, I’d probably never be allowed within a ten mile radius of a child. I was lost, lonely and a whole lot depressed. They were just ramblings, but I made the mistake of writing them down.
Lisa nods and turns toward Marcus. “If you wouldn’t mind following me, sir.” He turns and looks at me and nods.
“You’ll be hearing from me, Nina… me and my legal team.”
I don’t reply. I can’t.
What if the baby is his?