Chapter 93-Unbelievable

‘I’m your wife’ Those words have echoed in my head for the last two weeks. She said them then forced me to leave. I had more questions I needed to understand how I could have a wife and not remember her but she said we had a deal. She answered my question and I needed to leave. It was in that moment that I realized that not only could I not read her thoughts, but I couldn't use any sort of powers on her. It was unfair and I tried pushing the issue but she threatened to scream rape if I didn’t leave her room so I did. The walls of the old hotel were thin and I didn’t need that kind of attention. The possible embarrassment to Florence or her family wasn’t something I wanted to risk. Not to mention being caught in the hotel room with another woman; the very same woman she saw me talking to yesterday. That is something that would be hard to explain. But I was haunted by her face; the faces of those boys, which I now thought could be mine. She said I had gone missing but she didn’t say how.

“Cosa c'è di sbagliato Marc?” (what is wrong) Florence asked sleepily 

“Nothing. Go back to sleep.”

“Avete fatto che un sacco recentemente.” (you have been doing that a lot lately)

“Doing what?”

“Parlando in Inglese.” (talking in English) She replied sitting up rubbing her eyes. 

I walked over and took a seat on the edge of the bed. I knew she was worried but I couldn’t exactly tell her I had some woman claiming to be my wife.

“I’m going out for a walk.” I replied giving her a quick kiss on the top of her head.

“Marc?”

“I’ll be back in a bit. Go back to sleep.”

I thought maybe Amari was lying and was trying to play the blackmail angle but there was something in her eyes when she looked at me. She truly believed what she told me, even stranger is I felt some sort of connection with her. I had been having flashes since that day but it was painful. Each flash was accompanied with a major headache but I saw her on a beach in a wedding dress. 

I saw me in a nursery with a little boy. It made no sense but felt so real. I needed answers. I had to find her. With a wedding on the way I couldn’t have this unknown hanging over my head. I needed to tell Florence, but I didn’t want to upset her. Maybe I should just let it go. She left just as she said she would, and even though I couldn’t read her thoughts, her body language and words seemed sincere.

 What was I to do? Forget about her like she said, she hadn’t tried to contact me since leaving that day. But how could I do that if I had kids out there, at least two since I truly believed those boys were mine. Plus she was pregnant in that picture so I could have three children that I don’t know. 

“Damn it!” I yelled into the cool night air. 

I was frustrated beyond belief over the possibility that I have an entire family that I don’t recall. I never worried much about my memory loss before. I knew there were gaps of things missing about my human life but she assured me that was normal considering I was in a tragic accident. The woman that turned me said she did it to save my life then left me with Florence and her family to be cared for. For months I tried to remember my life before my change but I never could so I stopped trying and just enjoyed my new life. And it’s been a great one, the only thing missing was a baby. The last loss was hard on Florence since she was futher along that time, so much that she didn’t want to try anymore. She went back on the pill and told me to get rid of all the baby stuff. Breaking down the crib and repainting the room was all that remained and couldn’t bring myself to do it yet. I still held out hope that we would be successful one day.

There was no way I could tell her that there was some woman out there claiming to be my wife and possible mother of my children. I couldn’t do that to her.

“I have to forget about her.” I dropped down onto the bench knowing that was easier said than done.

Amari’s POV

“MOM!!” Finley yelled from the bottom of the stairs. “They’re gonna burn.”

“Yeah come on Grammy the timer went off already.” 

“I’m coming I’m coming.” I said running down the stairs with the baby monitor in hand. “I just had to but John down for his nap.”

Both girls followed me into the kitchen waiting on me to remove the cookies from the oven.

“See not burned.”

“Yeah well still they could have burned.” Kylie retorted as they both inhaled the smell of the chocolate chip cookies.

Since coming back from Italy I had been keeping myself busy with the family. I hated being alone so I surrounded myself with the kids and grandkids as often as I could. The triplets seemed to have warmed a bit towards me. Aric wouldn’t say what happened while I was gone but he did say that Bynni would be a very scary parent. They even allowed me a much needed hug when I got back. Mulo had paid for them to take drivers ed while I was gone since the one thing that remained constant was my fear of being in the car with teenagers. I called Dax to hear his voice and begged him to come visit soon. Seeing Dunham brought me to tears and I just told him it was jet lag when he questioned my overly emotional state. 

“So one more batch Mom?” 

“Yes sweetie go head and start scooping out the dough.”

I hadn’t seen or talked to Mulo since I got back. He hadn’t tried to contact me in anyway which I was thankful for. I’m sure he knew what I was feeling but didn’t intrude. I had a decision to make, one I had been mulling over since returning home. While I rather he not mess with my memory again, the knowledge of knowing Marcus was alive was eating at me. It was not only hard because of how much I longed to be back with him, but I was essentially lying to my children and that made me very uncomfortable.

“Grammy they’re ready to go in.”

I smiled at Kylie who had inherited her grandfather’s eyes as she handed me the cookie sheet. 

“Ok set the timer again. I’m going to go check on Ashley I think she was waking up as I was putting John down.” I commented hearing the gurgling noises come across the monitor. Quietly I crept into the nursery to see Ashley smiling up at me from the crib. John was still sleeping soundly so after a quick diaper change I took her downstairs. The girls were watching TV when I entered the living room. 

“Have you heard the timer yet?” I asked placing Ashley in the walker but it dinged before they could answer. “I’ll get them you guys keep an eye on her.”

“Sure thing mom.”

I heard the doorbell chime as I took the cookies out.

“Grammy!”

“Yes?” I said stepping into the dining room assuming she was letting me know someone was at the door.

“There’s some man here for you. And he’s lookin’ at me funny.” Marcus was studying Kylie intently probably noticing the resemblance to himself. 

“Kylie you know better than to open the door.” I scolded softly. 

“Sorry I thought it was daddy bringing the ice cream.” She replied with a shrug. 

“Go back and watch TV with Finley please.” I said turning her towards the direction of the living room. She gave a glance back at Marcus who smiled and waved at her. I waited until she was out of the foyer before I spoke to him.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I hissed. My stomach was in knots, he couldn’t be here. 

“I had some more questions.” 

“What the hell is wrong with you? How did you? What? Why? You can’t be here!”

“Still peculiar.” He replied laughing. “So in order of what I think are your questions, you can’t drop a bomb on a person like ‘I’m your wife’ then leave and not expect there to be more questions. I found you using google. I had a first and last name and property ownership is public record. You own a few but since the picture was taken in front of this house I started here and look I was right. The what and why have already been answered and I can be here if I am your husband.” He stood with a smile on his face daring me to challenge his responses. 

I couldn’t think straight. Dunham was due back soon not to mention the triplets and I couldn’t have him standing in my house.

“Don’t you have a wife, or girlfriend or something? I don’t see her being ok with this trip across the world to see some random person.” His face fell a little when I mentioned her. 

“Yes, Florence. I told her that I was getting part of my memory back and you had something to do with that. She was upset but she understood why I would want to get some answers as to who I used to be.”

“So you told her you were flying to LA to find a woman claiming to be your wife?” I asked skeptical that any woman would be ok with that. If anything she would want to come along, keep a close eye on whoever he was coming to see.

“Not exactly. I left out the wife and kids part. I didn’t want to hurt her until I was sure and had a chance to figure things out.”

“So who does she think I am?” I asked getting more pissed than surprised as he continued to talk.

“Um, family.” He said sheepishly.

“Family? Family could be anything, family could be sis...wait you told her I was your sister?”

“What? No. I just left it at possible family.”

Come fix this!

What do you want me to do Love?

You’re his maker or master or whatever make him go away!

But you wanted him back, so he’s back. And it doesn’t work that way.

Son of a bitch!

I told you not to go.

Really, you are going to give me an I told you so right now?

Sorry Love. And for the record I’m not his maker.

Then who is? I saw you bite him

I did but I didn’t do the actual change. I didn’t want that connection.

So if not you then?

A friend.

“Son of a bitch!” I yelled out in frustration. 

“Mom you ok?” Finley asked as both she and Kylie wandered out into the foyer.

“Yes sorry. Everything is fine. Go get a cookie they should be cooled now.” 

They looked at Marcus for a moment before running off towards the kitchen with Ashley following behind them in the walker.

“The one that called you mom, she doesn’t look like me.”

“That’s because she isn’t yours.”

“Sooo you cheated on me?”

“Um I thought you were dead so technically it’s not cheating.” I retorted rubbing my temples feeling a headache coming. “Stop it, you still can’t get in!”

“Sorry.”

“Look you have to go. If you give me your hotel info I’ll come see you tomorrow or something but you can’t be here.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so that’s why. My house, my rules.”

“Well actually it’s OUR house since according to the tax records you never took my name off of it.”

“I don’t remember you being this big of a pain in the ass before. Look my kids are gonna be home soon and they can’t see you.” I said walking over to the table to get pen and paper.

“How do I know you’ll come?” He asked as he scribbled down his information.

“Well since you are very good at stalker behavior, you know where I live so you could just come back so I’ll be there to prevent that from happening.”

“Ok.” He replied agreeing with my reasoning much to my relief.

“Thank you.” I said opening the door for him to leave.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yes I will be there tomorrow. I promise.” He gave me a warm smile before walking out to his rental car. I let out a sigh of relief as I closed the door behind him.

 “Grammy who was that?”

“No one dear. How are the cookies?”

“Yummy. We gave one to Ashley she was crying.” 

On cue she came rolling out of the kitchen covered in cookie crumbs. I was thankful they were all here to keep my busy. I walked over to pick her up and clean her face a bit. 

“Come on let’s go see if your cousin is up.” 

John reminded me so much of Aric as a baby. He sat in his crib quietly playing waiting on me to attend to him. I sat Ashley down so I could change his diaper. 

“A friend? Really like I would actually believe he has friends.” I asked and he just smiled in response. 

“It’s probably Marisol. That evil bi…um woman is always around. Even if I were to get him back, she would always be a part of our lives. Even more than she already is." I picked him up giving him a big squeeze. “He came looking for me. That has to mean something right? Oh what am I saying, he got a clean break from me and all my craziness. I need to let him have that like I tried to the first time. But I don’t know if I can send him away twice baby boy.”

 He wrapped his little arms around my neck giving me a hug as if he understood what I was telling him. I had no idea what I was going to say to Marcus tomorrow, but maybe the truth would be enough to send him away for good.

***A/N ok so I'm sure you are wondering who the heck Ashley is. Well she is CeCe and Trey's daughter. Here are a few bonus shots of the latest addition to the family ***