Jeff opened his eyes and yawned. He looked over to the bed and saw Amanda
reading a book. He titled his head. "Baby?"
"Yea?" she smiled back.
He didn't say anything.
"Honey why are you looking at me funny?" she questioned noticing the look of confusion on his face.
Jeff walked up to Amanda and cupped her face. He gently brushed his lips on hers and looked at her. She smiled and asked again, "Honey, what's wrong?"
"You're not dead."
Amanda's laughed. "Well no duh!"
She noticed that Jeff didn't even crack a smile. She frowned and touched his face.
"What happened Jeff?" she persisted.
"I.. I.I guess it was just a dream." He stammered.
"What was?"
"You died. And, and I didn't even get to say goodbye." He stated as a tear trickled down his cheek.
"Awww, baby. Look you can see I'm perfectly fine now. You don't have to worry. And besides, I would never leave you or Michael without saying goodbye."
"I know." He said as his lips curved into a smile. "It's just the thought of losing you scares me all together."
"But Jeff. We're all going to die sooner or later." She stated while holding his hand.
"I know. Listen I rather not talk about this."
Jeff walked over to the chair, laid back, and closed his eyes.
"Jeff what are you doing?" Amanda asked.
"Resting, I'm going to stay here with you tonight."
"Oh no baby. You don't have to. I'm okay here by myself. You should get some sleep." She smiled.
"Hell no! You're my wife and your demented ex-boyfriend has shot you. I'm staying here with you."
"Please baby. You need sle."
"Amanda, I said I was staying here with you and that's final!" he interrupted.
"Okay." Amanda surrendered.
Later that night Amanda was trying to sleep. But she couldn't. She was moving around restlessly. Jeff awoke to the noise she was making moving around in the bed so he got up and got in the hospital bed with her. He draped his arms around her and she soon fell asleep.
"Yea?" she smiled back.
He didn't say anything.
"Honey why are you looking at me funny?" she questioned noticing the look of confusion on his face.
Jeff walked up to Amanda and cupped her face. He gently brushed his lips on hers and looked at her. She smiled and asked again, "Honey, what's wrong?"
"You're not dead."
Amanda's laughed. "Well no duh!"
She noticed that Jeff didn't even crack a smile. She frowned and touched his face.
"What happened Jeff?" she persisted.
"I.. I.I guess it was just a dream." He stammered.
"What was?"
"You died. And, and I didn't even get to say goodbye." He stated as a tear trickled down his cheek.
"Awww, baby. Look you can see I'm perfectly fine now. You don't have to worry. And besides, I would never leave you or Michael without saying goodbye."
"I know." He said as his lips curved into a smile. "It's just the thought of losing you scares me all together."
"But Jeff. We're all going to die sooner or later." She stated while holding his hand.
"I know. Listen I rather not talk about this."
Jeff walked over to the chair, laid back, and closed his eyes.
"Jeff what are you doing?" Amanda asked.
"Resting, I'm going to stay here with you tonight."
"Oh no baby. You don't have to. I'm okay here by myself. You should get some sleep." She smiled.
"Hell no! You're my wife and your demented ex-boyfriend has shot you. I'm staying here with you."
"Please baby. You need sle."
"Amanda, I said I was staying here with you and that's final!" he interrupted.
"Okay." Amanda surrendered.
Later that night Amanda was trying to sleep. But she couldn't. She was moving around restlessly. Jeff awoke to the noise she was making moving around in the bed so he got up and got in the hospital bed with her. He draped his arms around her and she soon fell asleep.