Nineteen, Brandon comes home.~•~•~☆~☆~☆
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Brandon
I said to my father. "Sam is my boy. Our baby boy. He's only a month old. Dad I have never met him, but I love him."
Lillianne rolled her eyes. She thought that I was such a drama king. She shrugged and went to get a wheel chair.
"Come on let's go. We can sort this all out at home." She walked to the nurses station.
Powell stood very still. He was a grandpa. He had a new grandson.
He asked me,"Are you telling me that you left your wife for Lillianne knowing that Delilah was pregnant, no wonder she was crying in the parking lot when she ran out of here."
Then I really got upset. I grabbed the phone and called Delilah.
She didn't answer. "Daddy, please go get my wife. I beg you. Please, I can't walk. Make her know that it was just a kiss, I didn't even kiss her back."
Powell could see that I was a little bit off, but he also wanted to get Delilah back.
She had a baby. His grandson. He was a grandpa. His heart swelled. He knew I probably did know that she was pregnant and left her any way.
I had made it very clear that I never wanted children. Powell would go after Delilah. He would get that baby.
He would have to pay Lillianne off. But he knew gals like her. She was a gold digger.
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Delilah
I finally made it home. The roads were plowed and fairly drivable. My feet crunched on the snow on my way up to the porch.
Georgia was getting Sam out of his crib when I came in.
I grabbed my boy. My hands were cold and he cried.
Georgia took him. "Your so cold. Go get warmed up and I will bring him to you."
I agreed. Georgia could see that I was upset. "Tell me about Brandon."
I was warming my hands at the sink. My phone rang. It was Powell.
"I need to talk to Delilah."
Georgia said, "One moment please."
She held the phone to me.
"Yes, this is Delilah."
" This is Powell. Brandon is refusing to go home with us. He is really being obnoxious. Can you please just come. Help us get him home, then you can leave. We just need a little help here, please Delilah?"
I heard Brandon in the back ground yelling. "Don't touch me, I'm not gonna go anywhere until Delilah gets back."
Powell gave him the phone.
"Delilah. please. I'm sorry. She kissed me, don't be mad. I didn't kiss her back. Please. You have to believe me. I only love you."
I held the phone out so my mother could hear my husband's tirade.
She nodded. "You better go. I can take care of Sam."
I frowned. I was fearful of Brandon taking Sam away from me.
I refused to go.
" I can't help you, I have a new baby, I'm sorry." I hung up.
My phone rang it was Lillianne.
"Delilah please, bring the baby. I can help take care if him while Brandon adjusts to our home. He will get his memory back once he sees our beautiful home."
I hung up. " No way in hell she's touching my son."
My phone rang again. I didn't answer it.
Three hours later....
A car pulled up to our farm house. It was an ambulance. They pulled a guerny out from the back and pushed Brandon up onto the snowy walkway up to Georgia's door step.
They knocked loudly. I heard Brandon yelling.
"Open the door, it's cold out here!" I opened the door. I saw him there so I shut the door and locked it, then left and went to bed.
The medics continued, they pounded on the door. "Mrs. Jonas, your husband is back. He needs to get out of this snow, please ma'am. Georgia got out of bed.
" For heaven's sake!"
Georgia opened the door. "For Pete's sake he doesn't even live here. Take him back to California. Son, you belong to Lillianne now. You asked Delilah, the mother of your baby for a divorce. You pushed her aside for a new wife. You need to live with your poor choices now."
Mother was very angry now. The medics were turning blue from the cold wind. They pleaded.
"Ma'am just for tonight, then you can sort it all out in the morning."
Brandon gave her the puppy eyes. She finally relented.
I stayed in my room. The medics put Brandon into grandma's bedroom.
He said,"I can't take grandma's bed. Where will she sleep. Just put me in with Delilah."
Georgia started to get teary eyed.
She told him it was okay. "Grandma passed away last year."
He frowned."Oh, I remember that. Delilah flew here for the funeral."
Georgia nodded. He said he was so sorry and took her hand.
The medics set him in the bed and gave Georgia a bill for the ambulance ride for five thousand dollars. She looked at the invoice and frowned. "Great."
Brandon was making a huge fuss. He called loudly for me. I came in holding the baby.
" Shhh.... he's asleep."
Brandon smiled. "Can I hold him, please?"
I nodded and helped him to hold his son. I frowned seeing the softness to his face.
"Brandon, I won't let you take him from me. I will run away. I will hide him from you. Promise me when you get your memory back, you won't try to take him from me."
I whispered," I will die, it will kill me."
He frowned," I would never do that. I love you so much. Please trust me a little. What kind of monster do you think I am? I'm getting tired of you treating me like I hated you. I never hated you. I don't know why I left you for Lillianne. I just can't believe I could do that to you. Did I know about the baby when I broke up with you?"
I shook my head."No, I was afraid you would make me get rid of him. You never wanted to be tied down with kids. You told me that many times."
He bit his lip. "Do you think people can change. Maybe I can change?"
I shrugged. "I'm warning you right now. When your memory comes back, you will hate me. I did something really bad to you. Something I don't want you to remember."
Brandon stopped listening to me. He was staring at his son as he woke up. His little mouth opened and he yawned. He was smitten.
I bit my nail. I dreaded seeing Brandon look at my son like this. I felt a lump in my stomach. This would end badly for me. I just knew that he would try to take Sam away from me.
He wouldn't get away with it. I would run and hide from him.
I shuddered. Brandon handed Sam over to me." He's hungry."
I put him to my full breast. The baby suckled. Brandon stared at me. I blushed and covered myself.
He shook his head. "I want to see. He is so strong. Look at him go." He laughed. "He is my son."
I saw the real Brandon then. I knew it was a matter of time. I remembered what the doctor had said. What Seraphina and grandma had said.
"Fight for your husband."
I left him to put baby Sam into his crib.
I went back to Brandon and tried to tell him again about our past. I grabbed his cell phone.
" Brandon look at this please." I pulled up some of our texts from Lilly Spark. He read through some.
"Is this the Lilli that kissed me?"
I shook my head. " This is me." I put my head down in shame.
" I was spying on you. I read your social media. I found out that you signed up for a site for married men to cheat on their wives. So I signed up to be your mistress. I became Lilly Spark. Look"....I showed him the texts he focused on what he had said about me to Lilly Spark.
He frowned. "Brandon there is more... The night I kept you, I dressed up in a wig, I tried to trick you to make love to Lilly Spark. To me. We got into a fight. I hit you with the lamp. I tied you up and hit you. I made you do it with me. One last time. I forced you."
I was crying now, sobbing.
" I wanted to get pregnant. I made you do it."
Brandon was still reading those texts. " I see why you think I hate you."
He saw all of his texts calling her ugly, frigid, a b***h. He looked away from her.
" Who's Antonio?" I looked down.
" Antonio and I met at a bar. He was kind to me at a time when you weren't. I slept with him. He said that he loved me. He lied....
You had moved on with Lillianne. I just wanted someone to love me. He is probably married to someone else now. He moved back to Italy. He was such a jerk."
Brandon felt like she punched him.
"Go away from me please. Leave now!"
I refused.
"You wanted the truth about me, I gave it to you. I was a lousy wife to you. I don't deserve a second chance."
His mouth dropped open. Then he shut it. "Delilah, I want you to leave me now, go to your bed."
I shook my head- no. He teared up.
" Delilah, I don't deserve you. I pushed you away. I did all this to you."
I expected him to respond as he did before. Pushing me away, hating everything about me, everything I tried to do to save my marriage.
He put his head back. "What else did I do? Was there physical abuse?"
I nodded.
He stared at me, brows lowered.
"Did I beat you, hit you?"
I shook my head. "Let's not go back there. It's not worth remembering."
" Tell me please Delilah, I want to know everything I did."
I put my hand to my throat. I swallowed.
He started to remember. Just a tendril of a thought. Seeing my eyes bulge as he wrapped his hand around my neck. Flashes of seeing me lying there, thinking I was dead. He shook his head.
"Delilah , I put my hands on you, your neck. I almost killed you. Is this correct. Is this a real memory I am seeing?"
I was quiet. The tears were big and hot on my face.
He threw his phone on the floor. He grabbed my arms, he saw fear in my eyes.
He softened his grip.
He said," I am not that man anymore. I promise you. He died in that car crash. I am not that monster. Please don't leave me, Delilah I need you, my heart will disappear without you, only you."
I nodded. "I am so sorry I tricked you, I hurt you."
He smiled, "A lamp to the head, you dragged me down the stairs, hit me? Did I enjoy any of it?"
I said, "Well, I bought a stun gun to subdue you, but the lamp thing was kind of an accident. I was thrown out of bed and grabbed at the lamp, it kind of hit you and knocked you out."
"I threw you out of our bed?"
I nodded.
"Delilah you did all of that to try and keep me, make me yours. You did all of that for me?"
" Brandon I said I was sorry, I'm so sorry!"
He grinned." I'm impressed, you must really love me, I knew it!"
I touched his mouth then and felt his lips. He had nice kissable lips.
He said, "I didn't kiss Lillianne back there. I only wanted you. How weird that I found a girl named Lilli .... Delilah, that's all behind us. Let's try to be better. Love each other. I will change. If I could make love to you. I would do it now."
He kissed me then and put his hands into my long brown hair. He was dying to do that since the first time he came to the farm with Lillianne. He was starting to remember things.
Brandon didn't know if he could change. He wanted this though, this family. His wife and son. He lay beside me in the bed. He made plans to win me back. To get it all back.
He needed to be able to walk again. His damn dead legs.
I got up from the bed to tend to Sam and brought him in for his feeding.
Brandon's phone started to ring. I found it on the floor and handed it to him. It was Lillianne.
I shut the door on my way out. I would give him privacy to figure things out on his own.
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