as the days stretched into 3 weeks he woke groggy.
had he really been hit by his wife?
he realized he'd done too much damage and as he opened his eyes he saw a boy being cradled by his mum.
what a sight to wake up to,he roughly said in an extremely dry voice "amy I'm sorry...I'm leaving to get help I promise "
her eyes widened as that's the first thing he said after what seemed like an age.
she looked at him and nodded passing him a lucozade, which he drank gratefully.
"Simon you can't do this anymore, I will leave if you ever I mean EVER, dare to hit me again.noah deserves better hell I deserve better. I love you but I hate that fucking narcissistic obsessive bullshit and I wont and underline wont put up with it.....i will move bk to my parents so sort it out I'm not as meek as you think.....I was just grateful to you so I put up with your shit"
he hung his head nodding at every word his eyes met hers and for the first time she saw tears and deep pain.
she softened coming forward and placing Noah so he could get a look at him
"would you like to hold your son?"
he put his arms out brushing her hand lightly
"thank you Amy, he's perfect mashallah. I understand what your saying and I wont let you down"
he broke into sobs talking to himself
"ya Allah I repent...,I hurt her and she gave me so much...,how can i redeem myself?"
he held his 3 week old son close crying like a new man as if born out of the coma anew.
she couldn't stand to see him hurting, so like a good wife she hugged him as he held her too.
maybe they'd be alright.....