Page 83 of Manny's Surprise Baby
I didn’t know how to respond, and I opened my mouth to answer, but nothing came out.
“Why am I naked?” He asked as if he hadn’t already asked.
“Well…” I couldn’t seem to make myself tell him he was naked because we’d had sex. Maybe it was because he looked at me as if we were barely acquaintances. “You’re sure you don’t have a headache?”
“No.” He grimaced. “How did I get here?”
“This is your house, Seth.” My heart was banging against my ribs.
“My house?” He looked unnerved. “No. I’d know my own house.”
“I think we should see a doctor.”
He looked down at his underwear and jeans on the carpet. “Are those mine?” He pointed.
“Yes.”
“Would you mind turning your back so I can get dressed?” His face was pink.
I did as he requested, feeling sick to my stomach. Had he forgotten me for good? What the hell was happening? If he didn’t remember he’d said he loved me, he probably didn’t remember I was pregnant with his child. Hell, he probably didn’t remember he’d ever been with a guy even.
“Okay,” he said softly. He still looked pale and rattled, but at least now he was dressed.
“Seth, something’s wrong with you.”
He raked a shaky hand over his hair. “I can’t remember anything.” He swallowed. “I can’t remember anything. How did I get here?”
My first instinct was to call Colin, but he and Riley were on tour. I wasn’t sure what to do. I felt terrified that maybe Seth had had a stroke or something. Had I lost him? Had I lost his love? I felt light-headed at the very idea that everything I’d wanted could be ripped from me so quickly. I’d barely had time to savor his words of love before they were being taken back, replaced by a cool, blank stare.
“I think we should go to the ER.” I moved toward the door.
“Whose house is this?”
“It’s your house, Seth.” My voice shook.
“It is?” He grimaced.
“Let’s go to the ER.” I gestured to the door.
“Whose house is this?”
“Come with me, Seth.” I figured I’d treat him like a child for now. He didn’t seem able to retain any information.
Thankfully, he followed me out of the bedroom, looking around as if he’d never seen his own things. When we reached the living room, Emily was on the couch chewing on the end of her pencil and squinting at her math syllabus.
When she looked up, I said, “Emily, can you get your shoes on?”
She looked surprised. “Yes.” She slipped her tennis shoes on and gave an uncertain laugh.
I moved closer to her, and I spoke softly. “We need to take your dad to the ER.”
Her eyes widened and the color left her face. “What?”
“Something’s wrong. He can’t remember anything.” I glanced toward Seth, who stared at Emily as if trying to place her.
“Is this your house?” he asked me.
“It’s your house, Dad.” Emily’s voice wobbled.
