Lost Memories...Lost Love Chapter Five

Chapter 5

Ronny was in the kitchen, preparing one of his best loved meal of fried tilapia, fresh green salad, and corn on the cob. It was one Bailey’s favorite dishes. He was so proud of his wife. Being strong enough to handle this situation with her ex like a lady, being able to still have a big heart enough to love him as her husband and best friend, and forgive the one the hurt her the most. He knows that she will always have a special place in her heart for the father of her baby. But he also has every reason to believe that she loves only him; if he didn’t believe in that, then he would have questioned the reasons behind her decision to marry him.

He also realized that being angry about what that man did will not make the hurt go away. All he can do is to continue being her rock, and loving her as a husband should. He’s secure in the fact that she would never cheat or leave him for JC. There was no doubt about it. But he had some other concerns of his own that he needed to share with his wife. The cough attack he had earlier was nothing to be left alone. He figured best time to discuss his health problem would be after the birth of the baby, after his son was born.

As he pulled the last piece of tilapia out of the pan, the phone rang. He turned off the fire and went to answer it. It was his brother Chris.

“Hey, yo what’s up man?”

“Nothin’, waitin’ for wifey to get back.”

“Where she at? Ain’t she due any day now?” Chris asked.

“She had some business to handle. She should be back soon, I’m fixing her favorite dish.”

“Yo fo’real tho, y’all both two lucky souls to have found one ‘nother.”

“Thanks man. I know. She’s the best. I can’t wait to see her.”

“Man you in love! That’s what’s up! I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks bro’. Hey we should get together with the rest of the family for a big family dinner before the baby comes.”

“Sounds good. Do you have a name for the baby yet?”

“Anthony. Anthony Vorheez Kemp.”

“Strong name! I like that. Yo, look I just called to say what’s up. Give me a call ‘bout the family dinner. Did you talk to Bailey about your situation yet?”

“No, and I don’t plan to, not yet anyway. I do not want her upset right now. She has been through enough with this baby. She cannot afford to be worried about me and the baby. I will tell her. Don’t you worry.” Ronny said defending himself.

“Awright man, I just wanted to check. If you need any help, just let me know. You know I’m here for you. Look, I’ll holla at chu later.”

“All right Chris. Give Sheryl my love, man. And remember, I will be the one to tell her, just not right now.”

“All right.”

Ronny hung up the phone and then went into the kitchen to finish preparing dinner. As he placed the salad in the refrigerator, and put the corn on the burner, the phone rang again.

“Hello?” he answered.

“Honey, it’s me.” Bailey answered. “Who were you talking to? I’ve been trying to call you for the last couple of minutes?”

“I just got off the phone with Chris, honey, I’m sorry. I finished cooking the fish. I put the corn on a few seconds ago. Everything will be ready by the time you get home. Are you hungry?”

“Uh-huh. I’m on my way now. I just got on the expressway. I miss you.”

“I miss you too. How’d it go?” Ronny asked.

“It went okay. I told him. He panicked a little at first. He’s worried that his wife will find out.”

“As well he should.”

“Ronny, now we agreed.”

“I know Bailey.” Ronny became quiet.

Bailey looked in her rear view mirror as she changed lanes. She noticed cars behind her changing lanes as well. She still hadn’t noticed the blue pick-up.

“Ronny? You still there?”

“Yeah. I’m here. So everything’s squared away between you two? We won’t be talking about that fool any more?”

“C’mon Ronny, no we shouldn’t have any conversations about JC any longer. We can put all of this behind us now. I’m through with him for good. This is our baby, our son.” Bailey took a quick look down at her stomach as she felt the baby kick. “Oh, he must have heard me. He just kicked again.” Bailey exclaimed.

“Well hurry home. I miss you two.”

Just as he spoke those words to his wife, the blue pick-up that had been following Bailey from the diner pulled up next to her car. She took a quick glance to her left and saw the vehicle. The windows were dark, and the rims appeared to be brand new, due to their shiny exterior. Her window was all of the way down, so the blaring music from the pick-up made it difficult for her to hear Ronny on the phone. So she began to roll up the window, and then turned on the air conditioner.

“Where are you?” Ronny asked.

“I’m on the expressway, I told you. Some DH is riding next to me, blasting his music all loud.” Bailey complained. She still had no idea that the truck was after her.

“Be careful.” He said.

“I will.” She replied. Just as she pulled up ahead of the truck, the passenger side window rolled down slightly. She never had a chance to duck or swerve out of the way. The next thing that she heard were loud popping sounds, like gunshots and the sound of the metal in the car bursting from the bullets busting through her driver side door. The glass shattering against the side of her face and she screamed she proceeded to drop the phone.

“Bailey! Bailey!” Ronny shouted into his end of the line. He paced around the room, calling her name not knowing what to do. He could only imagine what was happening to his wife. He felt helpless, when suddenly he thought of his cell phone. He quickly ran to get it from the upstairs bedroom. He dialed 911.


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