My hand reaches up, and on some level, I must have known where I was injured because I go right to it. The moment I make slight contact with the spot, I flinch.
"Now I feel it."
"Don't touch it," Salvador says with a scowl, and I roll my eyes at him.
The doctor looks at me with wide eyes like he can’t believe I just did that to my husband.
"What happened?" I ask, wanting answers. Clearly I have none.
"You had a fall, and your head hit concrete. You've been out for a few days," my husband answers.
"You woke up once and were confused. I knew there'd be a good chance you'd have amnesia,” the doctor adds as he starts to check me over.
He removes the IV in my arm that I hadn't noticed, but there’s a machine still beeping. Yeah, my husband must be rich if he's got the doctors setting me up themselves in his home. Correction, our home.
The doctor goes into more details about why memory loss happens and explains my blow to the back of the head. There’s some medical jargon I don't understand, but the long and short of it is, I hit my head and lost my memory.
"I think that about covers everything," the doctor says and then looks to Salvador. He appears to be waiting for his approval, and when my husband nods, he packs up his things. "I’ll leave you to it."
Before he exits the bedroom, he hands Salvador a bottle of pills and then disappears.
“I’m having soup brought up. The doctor said to keep it light.”
I simply nod and stare at my husband. “Well, this is awkward.”
“Why do you say that?”
Salvador opens the bottle of pills and gets one out. He brings it to my mouth, and I let him put it on my tongue before he places the straw at my lips. It’s intimate but doesn’t feel out of place. If anything, I get a warm, fuzzy feeling inside of me.
"I don't know, this is kind of like a first date, but we're already married. You've got me in your bed already too." He lets out a low chuckle, and I smile. "There’s a flutter in my chest when you laugh. Is that love?"
"Possibly," he says, and I smile at him.
I must love him, and he must love me too. Why else would I be here?
Chapter 4
Salvador
“How are you feeling?” I ask Jema after I remove the empty tray of food. She ate well, and now I can see that she’s getting tired. Leaning over, I brush the hair away from her face and linger on her cheek.
“Better, I think. Maybe? I don’t know, but I think the pills are making me sleepy. How can I be tired if I’ve slept so much?”
“The pain meds can do that.” I roll up my shirt sleeves and nod to the bathroom. “I have the tub ready. How about a nice hot bath before you go back to sleep?”
“That sounds really nice, but I’m not sure if my legs are ready to work yet.” She wiggles her toes under the covers like she’s trying to test them out.
“You’re in luck,” I say as I pull the covers off of her. “Your husband is here to do all the work.”
“Oh.” Her cheeks flush the prettiest shade of red. “Um, is that something we normally do?”
“Yes.”
The lie comes easily because it’s not technically a lie. I’ve bathed her every day since I brought her home, but I’ve only been able to give her a sponge bath. This will be the first time I’ve gotten her in the tub, but if she’s worried about me seeing her naked, it’s a bit late for that.
The doctor offered to have a nurse brought in to do it for me, but the idea of someone else touching her so intimately wasn’t an option. If anyone was going to touch my bride, it was me. Even the doctor touching her while he was giving her an exam was enough to make me angry. I had thoughts of killing him for daring to put his hands on my beloved but then decided it would take too long to find a replacement. So I did what any husband would do. I threatened to break his hands and force him to watch me kill his family if anything happened to her. It seemed to do the trick.
“Then yes. I’d love to be clean. My hair feels gross.” She reaches up to touch the ends, and I shake my head.
