Page 10 of Dom 5: The Finale
“You almost passed out from shock though.”
“I’m fine now.” I shrugged.
“No, you are better now wifey,” he corrected me, laying my clothes on the bed “That don’t mean you fine.”
I sat up slowly and reached for the sweater, but he handed it to me before I could grab it. “You know I can dress myself right?” I chuckled.
Dom wasn’t playing around right now. When it came to me and our child, he meant business. When it came to our child, I don’t think even I had a say so right now. “Can and should is two different things.”
I looked at him while I slid the sweater over my head. “You enjoy controlling me right now don’t you.”
He leaned against the wall and folded his arms, watching me with that look he always gave me. “I enjoy keepin’ you breathing Carmen. I enjoy making sure what’s growing inside of you gets a chance to breathe. Yesterday, that privilege was almost taken away from me. All because of a crack in security. We too strong to fuck up like that.”
My mouth opened, then closed, because what do you even say to that? Nothing. You pull your shit on and act like you’re not secretly pleased that your husband is acting insane behind you because this is far from where we used to be. I went from yearning his love and wanting more to actually having it.
When I was finished getting dressed, I sat back on the edge of the bed and reached for my phone. The screen instantly lit up like it had been waiting for my attention with missed calls from everywhere. The texts were stacked on top of each other so fast I couldn’t even see the top of the thread list.
My mother-in-law had called enough times to make me feel guilty. Candy D had left two voice notes and five messages, one of them in all caps. O’Shynn had texted me three times, each message colder and meaner than the last, which was her version of love. All she kept saying was she couldn’t believe this shit. Keondra had texted me a picture of Amour holding one of her dolls with a little confused look on her face and wrote,She said Auntie Carmen got a boo boo and she wanna kiss it.That one forced me to swallow a hard lump down my throat.
There were also texts from people I hadn’t heard from in years whether it was Judges, other attorneys, hell even former classmates from law school. My assistant sent me a paragraph about how God covers his strongest soldiers and I didn’t even have the energy to unpack that. Then there were the unknown numbers, the media requests, the emails from blogs and news stations asking for statements or exclusives or interviews like I was some woman who had just tripped in public instead ofnearly getting murdered in broad daylight. Why would they ever think I would give them an interview?
I placed the phone down and let out a deep breath. “The whole damn Miami is calling my phone now.
Dom looked over at me and slightly cocked his head to the side. “Carmen, I don’t know how many different times you want me to say fuck them people. I’m not trying to hear none of that.”
That made me smile because he was so serious yet so sexy and dangerous at the same damn time. “Before we leave, I’m going to see Kilo.”
He simply stared at me once again. “You have his mama’s number?”
“No.” I replied.
“I would say you can go tomorrow, but I’m gon’ let you do it all today ‘cause after this, you gon have to relax.” He told me adjusting his gun in the small of his back while making sure the back of his shirt completely covered it.
“Yes.” I nodded my head. “I understand master, I have to go now.”
He stared at me for a second. “Carmen.”
“Dom.” He already knew what that tone meant. “He took a bullet for me. I’m not going home before I go see him.”
He looked away for a second and then back at me. “Aight, but you not walking.”
I blinked a few times because my legs were just fine. “What?”
He didn’t answer. He just went to the door and stepped out. I already knew exactly what he was about to do. I knew before he even came back that he was about to piss me off. Sure enough, about a minute later he walked back in pushing a wheelchair. I looked at the chair, then at him, then at the chair again.
I immediately shook my head. “No, definitely not.”
“I’m not trying to hear that.”
My eyes were glued to the damn chair. “I’m not sitting in that.”
“I can promise you are… so we can stand here all day, or you can come on.”
“I’m pregnant, not paralyzed Dom.”
“And you just got discharged after going into shock,” he replied, rolling the wheelchair closer to the bed with that same damn tone and an expression I couldn’t read. “Sit down.”
I folded my arms across my chest damn near pouting and I’m not a woman who pouts. “I hate when you do this caveman shit.”
