Page 2 of This Is Law 3

“I feel like I’m ready to go home,” was his response, and it got both the female nurses to laugh.

“Aside from feeling like you’re ready to go home, what else are you feeling right now?” she asked.

He was being so stubborn that he didn’t even answer that question.

However, I did find myself smiling, once he was now able to answer the basic questions this time around like this birthday, the day of the week that it was, how many children he had, and things like that.

I thought that this man was going to wake up, and he wasn’t going to be able to remember anything.

Sevyn was stable, and the nurses left out, letting us know that a doctor would be in soon.

For the first time, it was just the two of us alone after all the shit that happened with Dominic.

I was scared, but I wasn’t scared of Law, if that made sense.

I knew he would never put his hands on me, and he damn sure wouldn’t do it while we were at this hospital.

The situation itself scared me. I felt like women will forgive men for shit that a man would never in a million years forgive us for.

Even after me knowing that it’s been multiple hoes that he fucked on me, I still pushed it to the side, and I still wanted my husband back.

Law found out about one little situation that I had, that didn’t even hold up the same kind of dirt as him and look how he reacted.

I feared that he wouldn’t want to work on us anymore, and all the hard work that we’ve been putting in all this time would be in vain.

I slowly walked over to the bed, and I sat down on the side.

I scooted as close to him as I possibly could, and I put my hand on his exposed chest, where they had the electrodes, monitoring his heart.

I put my hand on each of them, dragging them across, and as I was doing that, I could feel his eyes on me the entire time.

It’s almost like he was staring into my damn soul.

His gaze made me nervous, so I ended up removing my hand, and I folded them, putting them in my lap, and I put my head down, looking at my shoes, since I’d pulled my long dress up a little bit.

“Why that nigga out of all niggas, Soraya?” he asked me.

“Law, for real? Do we really have to do this here?” I turned my head to ask him.

“Where you want to do it at then? Either way, I have questions that I want to get answered, so it shouldn’t matter the setting,” he was calm in his response.

“But why you asking me that? I never asked you why you chose to fuck Gina, or the other hoes. I didn’t want to know the answer to that question, so that’s why I never asked you. I didn’t even fuck him, so why do we have to talk about that?” I wanted to know.

“Because I know you, Soraya. You not like a lot of these women out here. You not going to use your body as revenge, so the fact that you even came that close to fuckin him, it had to be a reason, right? I’m not buying that shit that you selling about meeting him at the bar and following him back to his crib.

That shit isn’t convincing to me. That’s not even the way that you move because you be so fuckin paranoid about every little thing.

I’m supposed to believe that just a couple of hours of you knowing this man, you were comfortable enough with him to follow him home, and all ya’ll did was kiss, and he undressed you? That makes sense to you?” he asked.

“It’s not supposed to make sense, Sevyn! Make it make sense to me why you fucked Gina!” I demanded. When I said that, he laughed while shaking his head.

“I wanted some pussy, Soraya. It’s no technicalities to the shit that I did. My wife hadn’t let me fuck in months, and I wanted some pussy. Gina was easy pussy. Her, and the rest of those hoes,” he said, and I nodded my head.

“You hear yourself? I’m supposed to be okay with that?

You expect me to be okay with hearing that my husband was out here fuckin other hoes because he needed pussy?

You make it sound so easy, and less complex when it’s you out here that’s doing the dirt, but when I did a little something, you need every little fuckin detail, and you need to have it make sense.

It’s not supposed to make sense. Going back to his house was dangerous on my part, but if anything were to happen to me, all fingers would point back to him because the bar that we were at, it had cameras.

Plus, I had my gun on me, so I would have been able to protect myself,” I let him know.

“I ain’t buying that shit. You been had eyes on him.

You been wanted to fuck that nigga. It just so happen that while me, and you were having marital issues, that nigga just popped up at the same bar as you?

Yeah, fuckin right. I don’t believe that shit!

” he was talking crazy, and I was just going to blame it on the fact that he still wasn’t in his right state of mind after passing out.

“Just like you had eyes for Gina, nigga. You went right for that bitch and fucked her. You probably was scouting that hoe out the whole time that we were married, waiting for something to shake up between me, and you, so that you could test her pussy out. Fuck you, Law!” I shoved his ass.

I wanted to wild out so bad in this hospital, but I could hear our therapist, Dr. Shepherd’s words in my mouth, telling me to watch my temper, learn how to keep my emotions intact, and that’s the only reason why I didn’t start swinging on his ass.

He was pissing me off because he was trying to sweep all the wrong that he’d done under the rug but make me out to be the bad guy when I didn’t even do half of what his ass had done.

“I didn’t even know who that bitch was. You knew who Dominic was, and that’s how I know that you been wanting to fuck him,” he kept going.

I wasn’t going to fight fire with fire, so I chose to ignore him, but it was hard, especially when he was accusing me of something that I knew wasn’t the truth.

He was mumbling all kind of shit up under his breath, while I sat here, bouncing my leg up, and down, fighting like hell to tune his ass out.

Eventually, the doctor came in the room with us, and he asked Sevyn a few questions.

He wanted to know if Sevyn had been under any kind of pressure, stress, or anything that would have led to him passing out.

The way that Sevyn was quickly breezing through all the answers, I could tell that he wasn’t telling the truth.

I know that he was hurt, and angry behind the shit that he’d learned about me, and Dominic, but I don’t believe that that’s what caused him to pass out.

It had to have been something deeper, and whatever it was, I felt like he wasn’t going to tell me because he was acting like a fuckin asshole right now!

The doctor told Sevyn that he wanted to just run a few simple test on him, and if everything came back fine, he was going to release him.

I wanted to beg the doctor to stay in the room with us because it seemed like every time that me, and him were left alone, bullshit kept popping off. I didn’t do that though.

The doctor eventually left, and I continued sitting on the side of the bed.

My phone had been resting in my lap, and it dinged.

The whole time, I could feel Law’s eyes on me.

I picked the phone up, so that I could see who was texting me, and it was a message that came in from Creed.

It was a group chat that me, Creed, and Legend were all in.

Creed was checking in, wanting to know how his dad was doing.

I immediately texted him back, letting him know that he was fine, and stable, and that after they ran a few tests on him, we would be on the way home.

“Who texting you?” Law asked me, and I laughed right in his face, wanting to throw this phone at him, and hit him upside his head with it.

“You’re trying to get a reaction out of me, and you’re not going to get it,” I stood up, dropped my phone down on the bed, and I decided to just go over to the wall, put my back against it, and I cross my arms.

The whole time that I was standing up, I was looking at him, and he was looking at me.

“So, what caused you to pass out? Because of what I told you?” I asked him.

“I don’t trust you love, so I’m not telling you,” is what he told me, and that statement enraged me, so I quickly removed myself from the wall, sped walked my way back over to the bed, and I came closer to him.

“You don’t trust me? Because I barely did back to you what you did to me, now you don’t fuckin trust me?

You sound fuckin stupid! If this the kind of time that you’re going to be on with me, please let me know love.

It’s still early. I haven’t made it to the cut off yet.

My uterus can be empty by the end of next week, nigga!

” I spat. He knew damn well what I was trying to say to him, and that’s why his yes bucked at me the way that they did because he didn’t expect me to say it.

“Ay, get the fuck from around me talking to me crazy like that. For you to even throw that shit out so confidently, you must have reservations on who’s child your carrying. That’s my baby, or the next nigga?” he asked me, and I couldn’t even hold the shit back anymore.

I picked my hand up, and I slapped the shit out of him.

I slapped him right on the side of his face, and no lie, it hurt me more than it hurt him because my hand was stinging.

As if that slap that I just put on him didn’t mean shit, he sat there, and ate it, clenching his jaw.

For him to not even react to the slap, say anything, or curse me out for putting my hands on him, that’s how I knew that he knew he was wrong.