See part 1 for disclaimers
It had been nearly two hours since they had taken Michael in for surgery. I tried to sit down a few times, but I just couldnít sit there quietly awaiting news. So, I got up and started to walk around the small waiting room. Toby had stayed with me. It didnít surprise me, after all Michael is his son too. He sat in a chair quietly watching me as I paced the floor in the small waiting room.
"You should sit down." He said.
"No you are not." He said holding a hand out to me.
"Why are you being so nice to me?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"I kept him from you, I even tried to deny that he was your son when you confronted me about it. So why are you being nice to me?"
"Right now that doesnít matter."
"If you say so."
CJ had grown quiet after I had gotten her to sit down. Finally I was unable to stand the direction in which my thoughts were going, so I decided to talk to her.
"What was Michael like as a baby?" I asked breaking the silence in the room.
"He was very quiet. He didnít cry a lot." She said. "And I know what you are trying to do?"
"What am I trying to do?"
"Youíre trying to take my mind off of this by asking me these questions."
"Youíre probably right." I said.
"I know I am and itís working. What else do you want to know?"
I thought for a moment before answering her. "Was the pregnancy a rough one?"
"In the beginning it was a little rough because of the car wreck. And then facing what Josh had told me that you had said."
"If I hadnít said that what would you have done?"
"I really donít know. I felt that statement took the decision out of my hands so I donít know what I would have done." She said quietly.
"You know that you look very tired." I said.
"Yeah I am tired." She said.
"You should try to sleep." I suggested.
"I donít think I could sleep."
"You should at least try to rest some." I said and tentatively put my arm around her. When she didnít resist, I laid her head in my lap.
"You used to do this on Air Force One when we were married." CJ whispered.
"Yeah, I know." I said and started to stroke her hair.
"Youíre confusing me you know."
"Youíre acting like you did when we were married, and as soon as Michael is out of the hospital weíll be at each others throats."
"I donít mean to confuse you."
"I know that, but itís still true." CJ said and reached for my other hand.
Toby had been correct when he said Michael would be fine. He came through the surgery well, and I was able to go into his room to see him a little later. He was asleep and I only stayed for a few minutes. When I walked back into the hallway, Toby was still standing there.
"You didn't have to stay." I said to him
"Yes, I did. How is he?"
"Sleeping. The nurse said he would probably sleep through the night." I replied.
"Do you need anything?" Toby asked.
"I don't know. Could you take me home to pick up some things?"
"Yes. Have you eaten anything today?"
"No, I don't know if I could anyway."
"You need to. I'll take you to get something to eat while we are gone."
I watched CJ eat in silence. She has said very little since we left her house. Finally I was unable to stand the silence.
"I'm glad you are eating."
"I know that when you are upset you don't eat."
"Yes. May I ask you something?"
"Why are you being so nice to me? I really would have thought you would hate me because of what I have done."
"I don't hate you.
to be continued...