I have a knack for passing out

Wow. That wasn’t exactly what I was expecting. I was expecting a fight not an intense sexual session with my husband barely hours after losing consciousness from a small gunshot wound. Not like I didn’t enjoy the session, which I thoroughly did by the way, but like I said, I wasn’t expecting it.

“What the hell was that all about, Vin? I know men normally don’t talk but with something like this, you’d want to. I mean, I told you that I had slept with another man a week before we got married and you act like you could care less!”

“My darling, it’s kinda hard for me to explain. You’re my wife and I'm your husband because we love each other; we’re in love with each other. It doesn’t bother me at all that you slept with another man a week before we got married; we weren’t in a relationship for over a year. I didn’t expect you to be celibate nor did I expect you to NOT be in a relationship even though we didn't realize at the time that we were in love. You ran away from me because you were hurt emotionally, verbally, physically and mentally from two low life jerks. You were afraid to be hurt again. I understand that. If you want to seek counseling, let’s go. I’ll go with you – we can do this together. We’re a team.

I know you have trust issues and I don’t expect you to trust me over night. I haven’t hurt you since you were my student, I have not hurt you a year ago and I haven’t hurt you during our marriage. I can’t guarantee that I’ll never hurt you – we’re bound to hurt each other eventually but unintentionally. Our love is too strong to allow hurtful words to affect our marriage. I may not be the best at verbalizing to you how much I love you and that I’m more in love with you each day that we’re together; I show you physically how much I love you.”

Vince leaned down to kiss me softly. I couldn’t help but moan. I love how my husband kisses me. I reach around his neck, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.

“Vin,” I moan. “Come to bed with me. I want to show you how much I love my wonderful husband.”

Vince scoops me up in his arms and carries me back to bed. We spend the next couple of hours making love. After a while we fell asleep. A sharp pain in my abdomen woke me. I scream in pain, waking up Vince in the process. I felt a rush of fluid come out of my apex. 

“Baby, call Matt. Something’s happened to the baby!”

Vince calls Matt, waking up the poor man telling him to rush over to our suite. I turn on the light by my bed and look at the sheets. The sheets are soaked in blood. I feel woozy but thankful that I’m still in bed. As I move the sheets away, I hear Vince’s voice calling my name – he sounds so far away, everything looks hazy.

I lose consciousness for the second time in less than ten hours.