Lindsay has the perfect life.
A doting husband, and
an adorable baby.
What will happen when the truth comes crashing down and she discovers everything is a lie?
Lorenzo is keeping a secret to protect himself and his son.
What lengths will he go...
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Lindsay POV
Tick, tick, tick. The room was so quiet and still, all I could hear was the clock as its hands slowly rotated around. It felt like at least 15 minutes had passed but when I looked at the clock only 5 minutes had passed. Why did time seem to pass so slowly when you were in a hurry?
Nicolas and I were finally getting discharged today and to say I was anxious but also excited would be the understatement of the century. I was anxious to not have the wonderful nurses at my service, I would definitely have to bring Nicolas back to see Laura and Tori. I was excited because it would just be nice to be home, even though I don't remember it, it would be nice to sleep in a regular bed and not be living out of a suitcase.
Lorenzo was actually off handling that. I was beginning to feel like my poor husband never stopped. Our hospital discharge couldn't have come at a better time, I could see the toll that all this back and forth was putting on Lorenzo. Everyday he was looking more run down and more sleep deprived then the day before. Hopefully he could get some rest when he wasn't driving to the hospital everyday and maybe I could convince him to take a couple days off from work.
I wasn't actually sure what Lorenzo's job was. I always forgot to ask. Truth be told, I was somewhat embarrassed to ask. What kind of wife am I that I don't know what my husband does for a living? He always dressed in a suit, but that could mean anything these days. Maybe he was a lawyer or an accountant or banker?
None of those really made sense though, with the amount of personal security he had I have never seen a lawyer or accountant or banker with men flanking them everywhere they went. And Lorenzo also had men that stayed at the hospital when he couldn't be here. Were those men here to watch over me? To watch over Nicolas?
I exhaled deeply, not sure if it really mattered what Lorenzo did for work. He loved me and Nicolas and that's all that mattered. I pulled my hair out of my face and into a messy ponytail and flopped my suitcase onto my bed and opened it. There were still clean clothes folded up, I moved a couple sweaters over and placed my toiletry bag in a corner. Before I closed it , I walked back to the bathroom, just wanting to double check my work. I didn't find anything. Perfect.
I passed by Nicolas who was sleeping soundly in his bassinet. He was not due to eat for another thirty minutes. Hopefully he will sleep through until I am done gathering our things.
I returned to my open suitcase and zipped it closed, lifted it off the bed and rolled it so it was sitting by the door. I exhaled a breath. One job done.
I grabbed Nicolas' diaper bag and took it to the bed. I placed a small size container of wipes and a handful of diapers in an end pocket. That left the main part of the diaper bag of Nicolas' clothes, blankets and a couple hats. I started folding all the little sleepers. Lorenzo had definitely gone overboard with Nicolas' clothing. He had so much clothes that he might not wear it all before he outgrew it. I finally folded the last sleeper that was blue and had gray elephants on it. Oh my heart, why were baby clothes so adorable?
