Thirty. Delilah is expecting. ~♡
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Brandon
I was feeling anxious. I asked Delilah if she was ready to go three different times.
She smiled. "Quit worrying husband. We will be on time."
We were driving to the doctor's office. Delilah had scheduled an appointment with the neurologist to check my spinal swelling and because of the two seizures I had.
I didn't want any bad news. I was progressing so slowly.
Baby Sam was watching daddy as he rode along in his car seat. He let out a loud scream of excitement getting my attention.
" What is it son? You don't want to be tied down in that seat. I don't like that feeling either. But how bout a little game?" I smiled.
I gave Sam a toy that made a wrinkling sound. Sam focused on the toy and grabbed it to his mouth.
"Good job boy!"
I visibly relaxed around my boy. I wasn't thinking about myself when I was doting on Sam.
Delilah was realizing that Sam and I were a pair. I needed Sam just as badly as she had. We both needed someone to love and cuddle. He was such a daddy's boy.
Delilah pulled up to the parking lot. She went to the back to get my wheel chair as I unbuckled Sam's car seat straps.
I pulled the baby to my chest and kissed his head. Delilah opened the door.
"Delilah, I was just thinking. I love you both so much. If the doctor says I am in this chair forever, I will figure it out. I promise I won't give up."
Delilah rubbed my hair and straightened it out. She knelt down and kissed Sam.
"Brandon, when it's just you and I against the world, it feels perfect.
When other people get involved, that's when we get all messed up." She smiled with a glow that I had not seen in a while.
" Lilah girl, you look so beautiful today. I've seen you look this way before. You're glowing. I feel a sense of dejavu."
She grinned at me.
Delilah took the baby and put him in the front pack. She gave me the sliding board. I was getting used to transferring to and from my wheel chair.
I wheeled myself. Delilah held the door open.
The nurse came out and led us back to a room.
" Hello, I'm doctor Wolfe, nice to meet you."
I liked him already.
" Can you fix me doc?"
He smiled. " Let's get you up on the table and I will assess you."
I pulled myself onto the lowered table. The doctor checked me from head to toe. I had feeling in my foot. The doctor was encouraged by this. "Tell me, how is your seizure activity?"
" I haven't had any since I started the medication. I feel tired all the time though."
Dr.Wolfe nodded. " I'm going to cut the dose down. If you have any seizures we may need to bump it back up.
I also want you to continue with physical therapy. What is your home exercise program?"
I looked at Delilah. "I make love to my wife often."
" I see, how long has this been going on?" He asked.
" I want to judge your progress." he added.
Delilah said," About 5 weeks."
"Hmm. Do you have regular menstrual cycles Mrs. Jonas?" He asked me.
She nodded." I do." then smiled.
Dr.Wolfe was doing the math.
" When did you last have a cycle?"
Delilah said, "About 2 months ago."
I looked at her then.
" That's it. The dejavu. When I visited you the first time at the farm. You had that glow. You wore those overalls. I thought you were getting chunky."
She nodded. " Yes, and was I chunky?"
" No, you were pregnant with with my baby." I said.
" Doc. I got my wife pregnant without feeling it at all !" I laughed.
Doctor Wolfe grinned.
" Brandon, I believe you will make a full recovery."
I started to cry. Delilah started to cry. Sam started to cry. We all hugged in a family circle.
"We are having a baby!" I said.
Doctor Wolfe ordered a CT scan for three months from now. He was very pleased with my prognosis.
" Delilah, let's go celebrate." I said. We went to a steak house and got a delicious dinner. Sam had his bottle while I cut Delilah's steak and fed it to her.
I kissed her hand and looked into her eyes.
"My love, we we are having a baby. I'm so excited."
Delilah nodded,"This time you get to see what your wife is like pregnant." Her eyes twinkled.
I finished my food and paid for the expensive meal. The waiter came back and said,"Sir, I'm sorry but this card has been declined. Would you like to try another one?"
I looked at Delilah. "Dad threatened to cut me off. He was real mad."
Delilah gave the waiter her card.
"It's fine." She smiled.
I said," I need to support my family some how."
Delilah said,"We will be fine. I have my savings and my retirement if I need it."
" I think I will talk to Adam and see if he needs an unhandy handyman." I said.
" Brandon, we have everything we need, just concentrate on your health."
" I'm tired of just thinking about me. I want to think about my family. Delilah, I'm a family man now. " I grinned.
Delilah pulled into the driveway. There was a car parked out front. A Black SUV.
A balding older man got out.
" I'm doctor Gerry Westman. I'm looking for Brandon."
" I'm Brandon, how can I help you?" I smiled.
" I came at the behest of the court. There has been a petition for conservitorship for you sir. I have been tasked to evaluate you son."
" My dad?"
" Well come in. Let's do it." I said.
Delilah felt very uneasy. The doctor asked me a series of questions. He turned to Delilah and asked her about any violence or behavior changes.
" I love my husband. He would never hurt me." She said.
The doctor nodded and asked her about the seizures. " I have some information that Brandon changes when he has seizures.
He gets disoriented and violent. Is this correct?"
Delilah smiled," My husband would never hurt me."
The doctor put her down as a hostile witness. He finished his evaluation and drove away.
I had a feeling I needed my own expert. I called Adam and asked him if he could loan me some money for an attorney.
Adam agreed. "No need for the loan. I will send my lawyer. Don't worry, I pay him very well."
Delilah knew Adam was a very rich man that lived a fairly modest lifestyle.
She was proud of me for reaching out to him. We wondered what would happen next.
Powell Jonas could be very controlling.
I was making plans to fight him.
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