Over Him... (Sort Of)

JADA POV

"Chris I'll be fine. Go to work" I smiled. He didn't believe me. Standing there he was debating if he should stay "I don't know". Rolling my eyes cause I can manage by myself.

Walking in our bathroom I stood there trying to remember where the brush was. Not wanting Chris to see this... I slightly closed the door. Cussing at myself mentally for not remembering.

If there's one thing that annoys me... it's not remembering small things.

He slowly pushed the door smiling "looking for something?".

Pushing pass him "no! Go to work!".

"Jada who are you trying to fool? Look I told you I don't think you're ready to be alone. That's why I'm staying home today. I'll work from home" he said.

I sighed "I'm trying! Very hard too!".

He smiled "I know you are! But for now it wouldn't hurt to have me help you. Now what were you looking for?".

"The brush.." I mumbled.

He walked into the bathroom and got the brush. Sometimes when this memory thing kicks in... I feel like a burden. He handed me the brush that I held in my hand.

"Anything else?" He asked.

Shaking my head.

"Well I'll be in the living room if you need anything. Don't be afraid to ask" he said. Watching him walk out the room I wiped a tear that slipped down my cheek.

Gianna looked at me "mommy is trying". She went back to playing with a toy that she had on our bed.

Hours later I put Gianna down for a nap in her crib.

Walking to go back to our room I passed a mirror and stopped to look at myself. Just staring at myself. I didn't like who I saw. It was the old me. I needed a change.

"Chris where are the scissors?" I asked. He turned to me "in our bathroom in the top cabinet".

I smiled "didn't want to think I could remember and then I get stuck".

"That's what I'm here for" he smiled.

Going into our bathroom closing the door. Taking the scissors I started cutting off my hair. Just tired of always having long hair. Feeling free when I felt weightless as the hair fell to the floor.

I didn't want to be old Jada. The Jada who made everyone believe she had it together. Or Jada the pretty one. Jada the pushover. Jada the one in the coma. Jada the one who didn't know she was pregnant. Jada the one who lost her baby.

Staring at myself not being able to recognize the reflection.

"Jada, I made you —" Chris stopped in mid sentence and just stared at me. He didn't say anything, he stood there.

"You like?" I asked.

Now what I didn't realize is that I was crying throughout this ordeal. Chris walked in and I was sobbing with scissors in my hand. Hence why he didn't move.

"Jada, look at me! Hand me the scissors" he said. Doing what he asked I slid down with my back to the sink. He ran over to me hugging me "are you okay?!".

Shrugging cause I wasn't sure what was going on anymore. "You just cut off your hair!".

I nodded "I feel free now. But it's a bob".

He looked me over "you look cute".

"Thanks" I blushed.

Chris looked around the bathroom with hair everywhere "so I guess you had a breakdown?. Coming from what you've gone through.. I guess so. But we'll overcome this too".

"When?" I asked.

"When the time is right. I know it must be hard for you. With your memory and all. But I'm here. I'm here to help and support. Don't be afraid to tell me anything!" He said. Helping me up he cleaned my face " mascara runs" I joked.

He smiled "apparently".

"Chris I'm sorry" I said.

"Stop saying sorry. There's nothing to be sorry about" he said.

I smiled.

"Now where we're these scissors?" He asked.

"Umm... shit!" I said.

He smirked "you'll eventually get it".

Later that night Chris had cooked dinner. Gianna and I were at the table. Chris put a plate of food infront of me and a small bowl on her high chair table.

"I know you are still trying to lose weight so I made you protein and greens" he said.

"Umm not sure if you noticed but I lost that weight in the hospital. I'm hungry!" I said.

He smiled "oh I've noticed. Wasn't sure if you wanted to continue or not".

"Well I want real food!" I whined.

He went to grab another plate with food on it "here you go".

"Ooo fancy!" I joked.

"You're welcome! Now eat up" he said.

"This food looks like something people in Paris would eat" I joked.

"Funny you say that. This dish is from Paris. Just wanted to see if you would like the food" he said.

"Oh... wait you are a prince over there... correct?" I asked.

He smiled "you are correct. I see the memory is improving little by little".

"I wish. But it's not. Like I've wanted a spoon for some time but I was too shy to ask where it was knowing I should already know this stuff" I said.

He nodded and got up to get me spoon "how about I label where things are. So it'll help you better?".

"I'll take anything to get me back to where I was before" I said. He nodded "I'll get on that tonight". There's about to be post it's everywhere in this house.