A Ruin Of Roses (Used to be: My Mysterious Husband)

THIRTY-EIGHT

𝙳𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗, 𝙸𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍, 4:𝟷8 𝙿.𝙼 𝚂𝙴𝙿𝚃 𝟷𝟷𝚝𝚑 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟾
[𝙿.𝙾.𝚅 𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴]

Time seems to stretch on endlessly as I sit by Jaxon's bedside, my heart heavy with worry and fear. The room is hushed, the only sounds being the faint beeping of the medical equipment and the rhythmic, peaceful breaths of Jayden, who sleeps in the bed next to Jaxon. His tiny fingers are wrapped around Jaxon's larger hand, as if seeking comfort in the presence of his father.

I watch them both, my eyes filled with a mix of emotions – hope for Jaxon's recovery, love for our son, and an overwhelming sense of anxiety. The waiting feels like an eternity, and every moment that Jaxon remains unconscious gnaws at my heart.

My fingers absently find my pocket, and I pull out my wedding ring, a symbol of our love and commitment. I place it on the table next to me, its presence a reminder of the life we've built together and the family we're fighting to protect.

"Please, wake up," I whisper softly to Jaxon, my fingers sliding to rest on his, seeking any sign of responsiveness. I hold his hand gently, feeling the warmth and texture of his skin beneath my touch. My thoughts are a jumble of memories and shared experiences, a testament to the depth of our connection.

Curling up in the chair as best I can, given my pregnancy, I close my eyes, hoping for a few moments of respite from the relentless worry that weighs on me. I take shallow, calming breaths, trying to find solace in the midst of uncertainty.

The room remains quiet, save for the rhythmic sounds of the machines and the soft, steady breathing of my son and husband. As I try to get some sleep, I can't help but hold onto the belief that Jaxon will awaken, that we'll be reunited as a family once more, and that the love that binds us will help us through this challenging chapter in our lives.

𝙳𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗, 𝙸𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝟷:𝟸𝟼 𝙰.𝙼 𝚂𝙴𝙿𝚃 𝟷𝟸𝚝𝚑 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟾
[𝙿.𝙾.𝚅 𝙹𝙰𝚇𝙾𝙽]

My eyes slowly slide open, and I'm greeted by a flood of bright, disorienting lights. I let out a soft groan as I try to adjust to the surroundings. As my vision begins to clear, I notice Jayden, his head resting on my chest. His innocent face, marred by a long scar running over his forehead, fills me with a mixture of relief and concern.

A soft whimper to my right catches my attention, and I shift my gaze to find Rose, seated in a chair next to me. Her hand is resting in mine, a touch that feels both familiar and comforting. I can't help but notice the wedding ring on the table next to me, a symbol of the love and commitment we once shared.

As I observe Rose, I sense her restlessness and hear her scared moan. It's clear she's in the throes of a troubled dream or perhaps a nightmare. I reach out and gently squeeze her hand, hoping to offer some reassurance and comfort, even in her unconscious state.

With a heavy sigh, she shifts uncomfortably once more, and a sense of foreboding washes over me. I can't shake the feeling that when she awakens, she might take Jayden away, leaving me once again. The uncertainty gnaws at me, and I'm left feeling torn between the past and the uncertain future.

My fingers instinctively find their way to the table, where her wedding ring lies. I pick it up and study it for a moment, a conflicted expression on my face. In this fragile moment, I decide that it's not worth waiting any longer to make things right.

I reach for my phone, which is conveniently plugged in beside me, and send a text to Jayce. "I need you to do something for me. Before you come to my room, I want to propose to Rose properly. Go get me a ring, please. I'll send you a picture of the one I want you to get her."