Chapter Three: Comatose

I pressed my lips together suppressing a moan. My nipples harden, pressing against the cup of my bra. I cross my arms, struggling to steady my heavy breath. His eyes follows my discomfort and nestled on my beating chest.

" Are you alright?"

" Oh no..." My mind screamed at him.

When Sylvester and I met, I was a cyber security enthusiast. But I knew nothing beyond Microsoft word and Excel. He on the other hand knew every byte and megabyte of coding, website development and so many things I couldn't imagine someone would create from scraps of metal. 

As a visiting lecturer assistant, I couldn't bring myself to approach him. When I finally did, I brought a proposal. If he teaches me well, I will marry him.

Just finding out his previous passkey melted my heart all over again.

He heaves a deep sigh. He must have thought I'm clueless or overreacting. 

" It's Diana's birthday."

I fought the urge to tell him, " you mean, my birthday." 

However I antagonised him, his presence, his cologne, the proximity between us...it shuts down my defenses. 

I remember the taste of his lips and the warmth of his body. Standing so close, yet so far from his embrace became overwhelmingly unbearable.

But it's glaring now. He's not acting. 

Somewhere in his mind, my memory is stored but he can't tell which of the twins he loved.

" Were you in an accident? No, it's not about that." I corrected the impression that I was thinking of my husband. 

His face hardens and he stared into space. " I don't know how it happened. All I was told is that I was in coma for two years."

My lips pressed together. " Two years. If he's Sylvester, how did he get out of the fire? Who's the man I buried?" I thought in a blink, but something else bugged me.

" This coma...when was it?" I quiz

He examines me critically, contemplative." It's seven years ago. I woke up five years ago. That's why I'm certain I'm not the man you imagine." He replied flatly.

They lied to him?! 

If he did, isn't it ridiculous that he should have a child about Kelvin's age. I sneered. " What happened to having a child about my son's age?"

He laughs, hands in his pockets. 

" Diana said it's IVF." He leans in and whispered as if he's sharing a secret with me. "But you don't have to worry. DNA tested positive. He's mine. That's all that matters to me." He blew close to my ears.

My cheeks flushed and quickly paled. It pierced my heart. How could she go to that extent just to have his child?

I snorted and turned away. A part of me believes he's a different man. Another part of me knows he's my husband. Or maybe that's who I want him to be.

I shake the thoughts off. Even if it's him, what can it change since he doesn't remember?

" That's alright. Thank you for coming to help my son. I am eternally grateful."

Right now, Kelvin is my priority. Nothing else. If I have to walk away from my past in exchange for my son, I would. Certainly.

I frown when I notice he's been alone. If he was going into surgery, Diana should be here at least.

" You don't have company."

" My guards are everywhere."

" I mean your family."

He glances towards me, hand suspended on the door knob. " If you're referring to your sister, I didn't tell her. She's a worry worth. I'm certain she would have dissuaded me." He remarked, and swaggered back inside.

I stayed outside, watching them from the window. Doubts crawled into my chest. I might be wrong. This man may be someone else. For all I know, Diana might have been sarcastic with what she said. 

But the passkey...it can not be coincidence that my sister's fiance is an expert like my late husband in the same field.

Diana was in a private college around that time. There's no way she could have known him seven years ago.

Someone is lying here. But it's not him.

If he's Kelvin's dad, my son have every right to be with his dad. All I need is evidence and I know just how to get it.

The surgery was successful and both of my boys are recuperating. I smile at the thought. I'm more positive than ever that Roman is Sylvester. I just need to get the evidence.

Hours later, the doctor came over to me, eyes laced with worry.

He takes me outside. The lines on his forehead was enough cause for alarm. I braced up. As long as the surgery went well, I will worry about the bill later.

" Madam, I think you should be aware, something is not right. They should be awake by now."

" They're just sleeping. How's that a bad thing?" I panicked. 

" We fear that the patient and the donor have gone into coma."

I dried up to the bones. It didn't sink in at once. But I tried to process it.

" It certainly isn't meant to happen. The surgery was smooth. The only explanation I have for this is that it's self induced."

" Are you saying that they just don't want to wake up?"

" One of them can't. It could be related to a past medical history. In this case, it would be the donor. In cases like this, if there was a gap in his memory the first time, his brain is using this opportunity to parch things up."

I felt my heart heal in an instance. It means that he could remember everything. We can be a family again. But..." What about my son? He doesn't have such a history."

His eyes sobered. " I know that I might sound crazy, but your son might be waiting for Mr. Roman to wake up first. I don't know how his brain is doing it, but I'm certain it's self induced."

" I have reached out to the people listed as his family. They will be on their way soon."

I nodded and went back inside. Holding Kelvin's hand, a tear escaped my eyes. " Do you really need him so bad that you could afford to get mommy worried? Just come back, honey. He will be alright. He will wake up. Whether or not he claims you as his, your father loves you."

I wipe my eyes, and drifted to my vibrating phone. The call had ended. I checked and it's from the HR of the branch of Big tech in Star City. I checked my email. I have been hired and they want me to start at once. 

I look at my baby boy and his father. I wouldn't leave their side for anything in the world. 

Working for Big tech has been my dream. But, nothing could compare to my boys. I leave the email and checked the other notifications. 

My eyes lingers outside. " Didn't the doctor say he contacted his family? Did he mistake me as his wife?"

I wonder if I was somehow listed as a family member because I'm his fiancee's twin. Jealousy nibbles at my heart. I shake it off and returned to their bedside.

I'm resting on Kelvin's bedside when I heard a commotion outside. 

" We need to see him. He's my grandson, and this is his fiancee." A hoarse voice barked at the doctor.

It piques my curiosity. I never met his family member in the two years of our marriage. As odd as it seems, I believed him when he said his family disowned him. We were both alike in many ways that I understood the need to keep a distance. My own family isn't accommodating either.

I get up and head out, knowing fully well my sister won't take it lightly seeing me here.

" You snake!" She lunged at me the instance I walked out. I dodged and her acrylic nails swooshed across my face. I feel a burning pain on my right cheek. I dabbed with my fingers. There's a trace of blood.

" Welcome, ma'am." I said to the grey haired granny. She looks at Diana and I and scrunched her face. " Please, come in." I moved away from the door. 

She nods and walked in with the doctors company. I face Diana, calm like the weather before a storm. We have scores to settle right now.