The Secret Exploits of a SAHM – Chapter Eleven – A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

1 Feb

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A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

By D.M. Wright

I open my eyes. I find myself lying in a bed. It hurts to move. I hear a steady beeping sound. Hospital. I turn my head to the left. He is sitting beside me.

“Hey,” I whisper and smile.

He grabs my hand. “Oh, babe, thank god you’re awake. I’ve been so worried!” My husband stands and kisses my forehead.

“What happened?” I furrow my brow, trying to remember. The last thing I do remember is playing with the baby. The baby! My boys!

“Where are the boys?!” I try to sit up.

“Whoa, take it easy. They are all with your mom. They’re fine, honey.”

I relax. “So, what happened? Why am I here?” I pull at my IV line.

“You were in a car accident. You don’t remember?” He frowns.

“No. Were the boys with me?” I get worried again.

“No, you were alone.” He squeezes my hand. “It sounds like someone was trying to run you off the road. People are so crazy these days. There were no witnesses and the driver took off.” He kisses my hand. “I am just glad you are ok.”

I smile at him. “My head kind of hurts but I feel fine! We’ll see when I actually get out of this bed if the story changes.” I pat his hand. “I miss you. You work too much.”

“That is all going to change, baby. This accident has scared me and made me realize that nothing is more important than my family.” He stands to lean over and kiss me.

“I’m glad.” I smile. “I’m sad that this had to happen to make you realize that, but I am also glad it did.”


“You have amnesia.” The doctor reported. “Luckily, you remember everyone in your family. It sounds like it is just temporary. Your brain is making you forget the accident and has reset itself to a happier time. This happens in serious head injuries. I am sure you will remember eventually. Just don’t give yourself a headache trying to do so.” He smiles, shakes my husband’s hand and leaves the room.

“Excellent! Are you ready to go home and see your boys?” He smiles and helps me up.

“Yes, please!!”


“Mommy, I am so happy to see you!” My middle son runs over to me.

“Oh, baby, me, too! Let me look at you!” I can’t wrap my head around how much they have grown. “You’re SO tall! What did GG feed you while I was gone?!”

He giggles. “Normal food. You weren’t gone that long!” He shakes his head.

I am frozen with an unknown fear. My children are much older than I remember. And my baby! He is ridiculously larger than he should be. My brain must have wiped years from my memory.

I shake it off and hug my oldest and said fat baby. “I missed you guys!”

“I missed you, too, Mama.” My oldest smiles and I can see tears in his eyes. “And I missed Daddy. I am glad he’s home.”

I smile. “Me, too. He said he wasn’t going to work so much anymore. Isn’t that great?”

He nods.

“Who wants pizza for dinner?!” My husband shouts from the kitchen.

Screaming fills the house. The baby even yells from my arms, “Za!”

“I think you need to cut back on the Za, baby.” I poke his tummy.

He giggles. “Mama!”

“When did you learn to talk?” I whisper. I felt tears coming. I feel like I missed the best part of his life. And at the back of my brain is a tickle. I feel like I am also missing something else very important. But I can’t remember.


I am standing in the bathroom after a shower, examining my body. That car accident really did a number on me. There are bruises everywhere. I took a deep breath. I even have a faint pain in my rib cage. I will have to ask if the doctors mentioned any cracked ribs.

I put on my pjs and climb into bed. I am exhausted. Mentally and physically.

He comes to tuck me in. I see concern in his eyes.

“How you doing?” He lifts the blanket over me and sits next to me on the bed.

“I’m tired.” I yawn.

“I bet.” He kisses my forehead. “You get some good sleep. I am sure you will feel refreshed in the morning.”

“OK.” I smile. “I love you. I am so glad to be able to have you take care of me.”

“Love you, too, baby.” He grins.

I am out before he even closes the bedroom door.


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