“And you, I know we didn’t put you back on the list.” He glowered at me.
“You don’t gotta talk to her like that. She deserves to be here just like the two of you do.” He whipped his head to Rome. “You’re not gonna speak up for your fiancée?”
“Mom and Dad just don’t want me overexerting myself. The doctor told me I need to take it easy.” His eyes were heavy now and his voice was low.
My shoulders fell. Just like before, he was defending and making excuses for his parents.
There was a knock on the door and a nurse stepped in. “I’m here to take you down for your scan,.” she said, bypassing everyone, oblivious to the tension in the room.
I stepped away from the bed and folded my hands in front of me, watching as the nurse prepared to push his bed out the room.
Once we were alone, his mom squared her shoulders and stood in front of me. Creed came and stood by my side.
“Rome just woke up from a traumatic experience. The last thing he needs is you two coming up here and stressing him out. He has a long road to recovery coming.”
“When the hell did I ever stress him out?” I asked, over the pleasantries.
“Excuse me.” She grabbed her chest and cocked her head back.
“Watch your mouth when you talk to my wife!” Deacon stepped forward.
“Your wife needs to watch how she talks to me. I’ve always been respectful to both of you, but the way you treat me is ridiculous. I mean, you couldn’t even call and tell me Rome woke up for God’s sake!”
Creed grabbed my arm. “We came up here to see about Rome. There’s no need for either of you to attack Nakyra for being concerned.”
“Rome will probably go back to sleep when they come back. So you two can leave.” His mom lifted her nose in the air.
“Can you at least tell me what the doctors are saying about him?”
“You heard the nurse, they’re still testing.”
I sighed and shook my head. I knew talking to his parents would get me nowhere. If I wanted to know about Rome I would have to wait until I could have a conversation with him myself.
“Let’s just go, Creed,” I said, finally. The last thing I wanted to do was sit here and argue with these two.
“You sure?” He stared at me with concern. “Don’t let them run you off.”
Marisol scoffed.
“No, it is fine. I will come back later. I am sure Rome needs his rest,”I signed to him.
Creed dragged his tongue over his top teeth and nodded slowly. “A’right, we can go if you’re sure.”
“I’m sure.”
Honestly, it didn’t even feel right being up here. It was awkward and I was uncomfortable.
The two of us left without saying anything else to Creed’s parents and they didn’t try to stop us.
“That was fun,” I mumbled when we were out of the door.
Creed chortled. “Yeah, if that’s what you want to call it.”
“I don’t know why I expected anything different.”
His arm went around my shoulders. “Don’t let them bother you. They’re both bitter and stuck in their ways. It is what it is.”
I knew he was right. I had dealt with them long enough to know that. It just bothered me how little they respected me.
