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"Why would I call you?" "Because I'm your husband." "Since when?" I murmured. "Since the day I married you," he said, frustrated. "Mmhmmm, that touching scene in front of the door to the NICU said otherwise. You're much more Dr. Bosemann's than mine. You made me part of a love triangle without my knowledge or permission." "She's a colleague." That made me laugh. "Do you cuddle and kiss all your colleagues and wish for what-couldhave- beens with them? Do you tell them you'll always hold them closely in your heart? That you miss what you had together, what you could have had if only you hadn't caved to your family's pressure?" "Jade, she's a colleague now. That's all." "Well, Malik, I would have preferred to be your colleague rather than your wife because you've given to her the words that you've never given to me. Not once. I chalked not talking about your feelings up to the way you were raised or maybe our culture, but the truth is, my glass is empty because you were filling up another woman's glass. You had nothing to give to me because you were giving it all to her."
"You don't get it. At all. You just don't get it, Malik. You have no idea what it's like to have everything you assumed about your life turn out to be a lie. You have no idea what it's like to have your husband care so little for you, have so little respect for you that he's seen -- in a public place -- hugging and kissing another woman he used to be in a relationship with. And he did this in the place he works, on the floor where his wife was recovering from a C-section and his premature son was in the NICU fighting for his life... So, no, I have no wish to share this time together with you. I can't even stand looking at your face, and just being around you and having to smell your cologne makes me sick to my stomach. I'm doing everything I can to get through this, knowing I'm stuck with you for the rest of my life, trapped in this dead marriage, and I have to make peace with our circumstances soon, but right now I'm simply trying to get to the point that I can at least be near you without feeling like I'm going to get sick."
"It was wrong to take comfort from her, but it also finally felt like goodbye when I stepped back and told her I had to go see my wife." "It was humiliating." "I am sorry for that, Jade. That wasn't my intent, and instead of thinking that day, I was running on emotions. I was feeling it that day, and I said some things that I'd pushed down for a long time." That hurt. That meant he'd pushed his feelings for her down for the entire time he'd been with me. "You never said it to her, but did you love her?" I asked. Pain shopping, anyone? Clean up in aisle eight. He hesitated so I knew the answer. That didn't mean it hurt any less when he said, "I did. I had feelings for her." "And me?" This wasn't pain shopping. This was needing to hear it said out loud so I could face it and move ahead and decide how my future would work. "Do you love me?" "I care about you, Jade," Malik's deep, resonant voice was as soft and gentle as I'd ever heard it. "But, no, I don't love you."
"There is no us. You made sure of that." "Please look at me. Please. We can still salvage this. We can still have a good marriage, still care about each other, still raise our boy together and maybe more children if we're so blessed." "Malik, the thought of you touching me makes my skin crawl so I wouldn't plan on any additional children between us."
Not being able to fix Jade's hurt was frustrating me, especially since I'd caused it. I'd hurt her through my carelessness. I hadn't considered my actions, hadn't considered the effect they could have, hadn't considered the way my once-a-week lunches with Brooklyn could be perceived by colleagues who'd known we'd been dating before I'd gotten married. The day in the hospital hallway outside the NICU was the absolute worst, the rock bottom lowest in a series of bad choices. Being upset, needing comfort was no excuse, yet I'd allowed it to happen with Brooklyn in front of the nurses and I'd lost Jade in the process.
"Every time I saw you, I no longer saw my husband, the man I loved. I saw the man who married me because I checked off all of his things I want in a wife boxes. I saw the man who was willing to marry me despite being in love with another woman. I saw the man in that hospital hallway with the woman he loved in his arms when it should have been me."
"What I'm saying, Malik, is that I'm willing to settle for the friendship and partnership you married me for, for the sake of our son. We'll be true partners this time since we both know the score this go-around, that we're both settling, and I'm even willing to be physical again eventually, only this time I won't read anything into it other than we both enjoy sex and there will be no emotions involved... Looking back, I can see that I set my expectations too high for our marriage by assuming that you wanted the same thing I did. I wanted love. You wanted a partner you cared about. With all that in mind, there's just one thing I'm asking for this time: I'm willing to give up on love and settle for what you can offer, but I want your fidelity. No more Brooklyn. No more lunches with a colleague you love. No more Brooklyn in your arms. You may not love me, but that doesn't mean you can't be faithful to me in all ways. Can you promise me that, Malik?"
I'm sorry that in a weak moment, I took comfort from the last person I should have. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you everything from the start. I'm sorry I didn't give you a choice before you agreed to marry me. I'm sorry I kept Brooklyn in my life. I'm sorry that her presence took my focus from you, where it should have been. I'm sorry I didn't cherish you and our marriage as I promised to. I'm sorry I ruined our son's birth for you. I'm sorry I wasn't the husband I should have been to you. It was a long list of things I was sorry for and still it wasn't a complete list. None of the I'm sorrys could begin to express the sick feeling that filled me for what I'd done. I'd been arrogant, assuring myself that Brooklyn and I could continue to be colleagues and nothing more.
I'd loved Brooklyn, I'd cared for her -- but not the way she deserved to be loved, and I'd allowed her to be a barrier in my marriage. There was nothing wrong with seeing an ex if it was strictly professional, I'd told myself. It was a way to hold back and retain my autonomy. So I'd kissed the top of Brooklyn's head, a gesture of good bye, of thank you for the comfort, but one I should have made years ago instead of pushing things down. I could not, in good conscience, keep this woman as even a friend or colleague. The kiss to the head shouldn't have happened.
"She caught me at an emotional moment and I said some things that I don't even know if I was truly feeling or if I was trying to placate her to avoid a scene... I'm not comfortable with emotions, Jade; they don't make sense to me like facts and statistics do. I was on overload that day, I was scared to death for you and Nour, and it felt like every emotion I ever had was right at the surface when I usually keep everything pushed down. And Brooklyn was there, saying things, but I do know that I never wanted a baby with Brooklyn. The important part of that was when I said it wasn't meant to be for Brooklyn and me."
"You weren't kidding that you messed up. For a smart man, you're some kind of stupid, little brother," he derided me. "I can't believe you'd hug that doctor and kiss her head in public -- or at all -- when you should have been by your wife's side, and I don't care that Jade told you to go see the baby! You should have stayed with her. What should have been the happiest day of your lives was already marred because Nour came early and his life was in danger -- and then you took comfort from your ex that same day? Malik, what were you thinking?" "I wasn't," I admitted, and had to blink back the sudden burning in my eyes. "There's nothing I can say, no excuse I can make or reason I can give for my behavior. For someone whose entire life is dedicated to causing no harm, I caused devastation that day. I hurt Jade, and trust me when I say that the look on her face is burned on my brain for eternity." "Good," my brother said. "I hope it continues to burn you. Maybe that was the wake-up call you needed."
"Malik, do you understand why I don't think we should have another baby?" she whispered. "Jade, I'm well aware of all of the ways I messed up our marriage to the point that you left me for four months. I know I hurt you with the things I said and did and with the things you saw and heard that day in the hospital. And I fully realize the way I ruined Nour's birth and his entire first year for both of us so we couldn't share him together. You have no idea how sorry I am about absolutely everything, so I understand that there's nothing I did that made you want to go through that again."
"I don't want Nour to grow up to be clueless, Nino," I said quietly. "I want him to grow up and do normal things. I don't want him to skip grades and miss out. Someday, when he gets married-- I don't even know how to articulate this -- but I don't want him to be like I was. I want him to be in love with his bride, right from the start, so he never hurts her like I hurt his mother. I want the apple to fall far, far from my tree. If I could wish for anything for our son, I'd wish he could be like Jade, not me."
"I don't expect anything from you, Jade, and I don't expect anything when I tell you I love you. What I expect is that you probably will never feel for me the way you once did. What I expect is to love you regardless of your feelings for me."
"I love you, Jade." Instead of the kiss I'd been giving him following those words, I gave him a new response that night. Something he hadn't heard in a long, long time. "I love you." I'd never been put on my back so fast, Malik looming over me. "I know I'm tired, but tell me again, so I know I heard that right." Laughing, I put my hands to his face. "I love you, Malik." "I didn't think I'd ever hear that again," he admitted before he kissed me. Then he leaned in and said in my ear, "I didn't think I deserved to." "You did," I said. "You worked hard for so long, Malik." "I won't stop," he promised me, and his eyes gleamed. With tears?