Kitten

Chapter 17: Reunited

Isabella's POV:

I could feel my world shattering right before me. My husband couldn't remember me, after all we went through and he didn't recognise the woman in front of him. He stared at me blankly showing all signs that he truly did not recognise me. I resented myself. He was in this situation because I wanted Nutella. He almost died and now lost his memory because I had run out of Nutella. I'll never eat that shit again.

"W-What? No, this can't be and I"-

"I'm joking".

My head flew up from the cold hospital floor to be met with James' cheeky grin.

"You what!!". James sat up in the bed and shrugged his shoulders.

"I couldn't resist baby" he winked.

"So you're telling me you know who am I. I'm not a stranger to you?".

"Of course I know who you are. How could I ever forget a face so beautiful". James opened up his arms with a shy smile on his face. Running to his open arms I threw my fists on his chest and arms.

"James, bloody, Richardson. I can't believe you'd actually do that to me. What is wrong with you" I growled through smacks.

He chuckled before grabbing my wrists and pulled my body down onto his. He winced slightly in pain but grabbed my face seconds after.

"I hate you so much right now. I might just kill you myself" I spat still furious that he would play such a sick joke on me.

"You're such a bad liar Mrs Richardson. Besides, you said such sweet things to me whilst I was out". James wrapped his arms around me as I laid beside him on the very small bed. His eyes were playful yet I could see the fear in his eyes.

"Oh yeah? Well I have some not so nice sweet things to say to you now, you fucking dickhead bitch ass"-

"Ahem".

I turned away from my stupid husband to look at the other people in the room I had forgotten about.

"I don't usually tolerate people joking about amnesia, but your husband gave the hospital a generous donation of £1 million on the acceptance of his little, act. But your husband is fine and well. He is making extreme progress, but I stress that it is important to take it easy and refrain from any strenuous activity for a couple of weeks". The doctor smiled at me awkwardly as I tried to sit up but James was relentless and pulled me back into his chest shaking his head at my struggles.

"Does that include sex?". I felt my cheeks redden hearing my husband question the doctor about sex. Typical James. He's just woken up from being in a coma and he already wants sex.

"Sorry Mr Richardson, that's a no to sex. For at least 1 month".

I held back a laugh hearing James growl lowly behind me, his grip on my hips tightening.

"But what if I lay there and Isabella does all the work, does that count?".

"Would be nice, for a change" he added, a sly grin on his face as he looked up at me.

I turned around and smacked James on the chest. He's outrageous.

"I um, will leave that answer to your wife. Anyway, all is good but I'd like you to stay in hospital for a couple of days. I know the police would like to come and question you when you feel up for it. Any further questions?".

"No. We are good" James grumbled probably still upset over the month sex ban.

"Thank you very much for all your help and support. Thank you for bringing him back to me". I turned my head around to stare at my husband who was already looking at me with nothing but love.