Separated At Birth

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Matt's POV:

We arrived home from the burial site around 6:30pm, getting out of the car we passed through the pavements to the main entrance of the house, we walked in and closed the glass door behind us. From nowhere Carla started smiling, her reaction baffled me because I wasn't expecting that from someone who has been in a somber mood for the past two days. I looked at her face, wondering what was going on in her mind.

Could she be going nuts?

No, I don't think so; I told myself trying to get the thought out of my head “Carla honey, is everything okay, why are you smiling?” I inquired. She looked at me with a broad smile on her face as if she had remembered something.

“Tomorrow will be a good day,” she said, her grin widening. I was lost because I didn't know what was going to happen tomorrow.

“What do you mean by that?” I asked.

“Because tomorrow the baby will be coming home” She told me with excitement. I felt bad because I had forgotten about such an important thing, but who can blame me. With everything that has been happening, I forgot about the most significant thing in our lives, our daughter. I explained to her that I had forgotten about the baby with everything that had been happening.

We proceeded upstairs to our bedroom to change before coming down to the dining room for dinner. We sat down at the dinner table, where Miranda, our cook, had already set the table for us. The meal she prepared looked good. I couldn't help but salivate. She cooked Meatloaf, Macaroni and cheese, rice, beef soup and for dessert we had cheesecake.

***

Morning came by quickly, I felt as if I put my head on the pillow a few minutes ago. I slowly scanned the room and I noticed that my wife wasn't on the bed.

I guess she must be downstairs– I
thought

I decided to take a shower before heading downstairs. I found Carla waiting for me ready to go,“Morning honey,” she greeted me while checking for something in her purse.

Likewise, I returned her greeting, “honey, do you remember in the hospital you asked me what we should name the baby, but before I could say something I was interrupted by the nurse?” I asked, trying to see if she recalled the conversation we had a few days ago.

“Yes I do.”

Not knowing whether she would accept the name or not, I gathered some courage and informed her about the baby's name I have been thinking about, despite knowing that she wants to name it after Marie. According to her, it's a way of honoring her for what she has done for us. I understood we're she was coming from, but it just didn't sit right with me.

“I have been thinking about what you said regarding naming our child after Marie, I don't think it's a good idea. Why don't we name her Tiffany instead, what do you think?” I suggested, looking at her face trying to see any form of displeasure, but there wasn't any.

“Hurry up,” was all she said.

“Am not coming, sorry,” I answered. Her facial expression made my heart sink. I wanted to tell her how badly I would have liked to go with her, but that would have ruined the surprise her parents came up with.

“You're not? But…never mind,” She opened the door and left quickly. I watched as she walked to the car, her head low and her confidence diminished, I watched as Carlos opened the door for her, and before I knew it the car was no longer visible. I turned towards the garage to go and get my car keys. It's been a while since I drove a car. I have been used to someone driving me, so seating in front of the car felt strange. A few minutes later, I arrived at the airport.

***

On my way back from picking up the Smiths, something caught my eye, it was a beautiful dress for babies. I decided to pull over, I got out of the car and then entered the store where they sell baby clothes. As soon as I reached the section we're the dress was, I noticed a familiar face, grabbing the dress. I walked closer to where the person was standing so that I could take a good look at the person.

Where did I see her face before, aha

When she turned her face towards me, that's when I recognized her,“Dr. Hathaway, right?” I asked her, she looked at me for a while trying to see if she knew me, though deep down I knew she did.

“Mr. Jones, we met at the hospital” I reminded her, she didn't seem too pleased to see me and I wondered why. It was as if she were looking at her west nightmare.

“Oh! Mr. Jones, I remember you,” she said in a not pleased tone.

“So, what brings you here?” I inquired.

“I a-am here-to-” She stammered, as luck would have it, she was put out of her misery when another voice interrupted her.

“Hey, Amber, look at what I found? Think this will look good on our baby?,” The man whom I assumed to be her husband asked. He was five-feet-tall, muscular, had brown eyes, and black hair.

“Mr. Jones, this is Paul…my husband and Paul, Mr Jones,” She introduced us. She was hesitant to call Paul her husband, we shook hands, and I asked him to call me Matt.

“So you have a baby?” I asked her.

“Yes, Paul answered for her, a boy he was born–" Before he could finish his statement, my phone started ringing, I excused myself and I walked to a corner to pick up the call. It was my dad telling me that they had reached home and that I had to hurry before Carla reached home. Saying goodbye to Dr. Hathaway and her husband Paul, I went to pay for the dress and I proceeded to the car. I started the engine and off we went.

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