He shook his head. “I know.”
“When I’m strong enough to hear it, I’ll let you know.” He put his head down again. “I should have never expected you to be able to change for me. It wasn’t right for me to assume that.”
Ty looked up at me with the most hateful look on his face. “You had every right, Miranda. I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t want this life. There’s never been anyone else, I swe….”
I held up my hand. “Save it, Ty. Please, I just can’t hash this out right now. I’m still mad as hell and I don’t have the energy to do this. I need your support, so that we can take our kids home together. Just give me that, because I know you want the same.”
He shook his head, but just sat there sniffling for the longest time.
To avoid getting myself upset again, I turned my head away from him and closed my eyes, trying to only focus on being alive and the picture of my living, breathing twins.
Chapter 23
Ty
The first twenty-four hours had been the hardest for me to handle. They got a little easier when our family arrived. Colt was his normal, strong self, while Van and my mother in law seemed as upset as I was. Of course, my mother in law expected an explanation of why Miranda was driving to Kentucky without me. Thank God, Van was there to cover for me. It was bad enough that Miranda hated me for what happened, but I couldn’t have every single person I loved feeling that way too.
Van was great to have there. She’d been the one by my side when they didn’t know if I was going to pull through years ago. She kept her arm tucked into mine whenever she was near and always said something positive even when the doctor gave us bad news.
After they had resuscitated my wife, she still had issues. At one point, the doctor came out and talked to me about them being worried of her having kidney failure, and other complications from surgery. Thankfully, by the next set of tests her levels started going back to normal.
Once they got her moved into the ICU, also known as the intensive care unit, only one person was allowed in at a time. Colt managed to find a hotel nearby where they could all stay and get some rest. Of course, he offered it to me as well, but nothing could keep me from my wife.
Her mother and I took turns sitting at her bedside, just listening to the beeping of the monitors and praying to God that she would come back to us.
Conner and my mother were due to be there in the morning and with my mother in law being so tired, I told her to go get some rest at the hotel for a few hours. I think she took one look at me and knew I wasn’t giving her an option. I wanted to be with my wife and not even sleep could keep me from that.
I’d dosed off a couple times in between my emotional moments where I couldn’t hold in the tears any longer. Since the family had come, they had Izzy and were visiting the twins more so that I could be with Miranda. It was hard to choose between my kids and their mother, but I knew they were okay and Miranda wasn’t.
I was praying to God when I heard Miranda say my name. I wanted him to take me instead of her. The kids needed their mother. I couldn’t lose her and be strong enough to be good to them. The pain would overwhelm me, I just knew it.
As soon as I heard Miranda’s beautiful voice, I felt like I could breathe again. I knew she had been through Hell, but the idea of losing her was the worst pain I’d ever experienced. Her voice was like a beautiful song filling my ears. It was raspy and I could tell she was in pain, but she was awake.
I don’t even remember getting up and rushing to her side, but suddenly I was there, kissing her and looking into those beautiful crystal blue eyes. She looked so bad. Her hands and feet were swollen and her normal skin color had a white hue. It wasn’t just that she was pale; she was so white that she looked like a ghost. Giant circles set under her eyes and her lips were hard and cracked. Aside from all of that she had a tube in her nose, giving her oxygen and IV’s attached to one of her hands feeding her more blood.
I’d been so excited about her coming back to me that I’d almost forgot about what got her there in the first place. Of course, it only took us a short while to bring it up. I hated myself and blamed my own actions for putting her in the hospital. She needed to hear my side of the story. I had to tell her that I would never do those things with Heather voluntarily. I hated that bitch so much, for what she’d done to my family.
When Miranda asked me to wait to talk about it, I had to respect her request. It killed me sitting there in front of her having her think the worst of me. I don’t know why I’d assumed she would ever be able to trust me, but hearing Van say she did, gave me hope. At any rate, Miranda said she was coming home to me. She wanted to raise our kids together. It might not have been the perfect result I was hoping for, but I would take it. She would be with me, in our home, where she belonged.