Second Chances

chapter five family

                          

I was about to leave too but Jason stopped me. "Hold on a sec T.J. I think I got this figured out." Before he could explain his theory the door open and a nurse told me that the chief of staff was looking for me. "I've to go; I'll talk to you guys tomorrow." I said leaving the room.

I sat in my vehicle the next morning rubbing my temple as thoughts of the previous night ran through my mind; making love to my beautiful fiancée before coming to work was amazing even though it made me late for work and put me on the bad side of the chief of staff but I still wouldn't trade those minutes with her for anything. She certainly knew how to drive me crazy with ecstasy when she wanted to.

My mom and sister also came to the hospital last night to pat me a visit but since I was already in hot water I couldn't talk to them for long but I really miss them and was happy to see them even if it was for a short time. Truth be told I miss my family but with my work and girlfriend I really don't get to spend much time with them.

I start the car and was about to pull out of the parking lot when my phone rang, it was Jason. "Hey man what's up?" I ask. "Hey T.J, you're not driving are you?" "Nope, I'm just sitting in my car."

"Alright listen, Jessie and I were talking and we think that since Kayla was also angry at you and she and Martin and Susan are like best friends, we think that she might have said something to them which caused them to have the impression that the baby's death was somehow your fault." "And you don't think I've asks her if she did; like a hundred times already, because I have and she keeps telling me no, she said she didn't, but I'm going to asks her again as soon as I get home."

Kayla opens the door for Miss Alice but before the lady could say good morning and move pass her Kayla block her and with her hands on her hips stare the older woman down. "So heard you were here yesterday complaining to Tyler, just what is it that you're trying to do?" Kayla ask glaring at the woman.

"I have no intention of arguing with you Miss Kayla so if you'll please excuse me, I need to begin my work." "Not until you give me an answer, don't forget you work for me too and if I say I want you gone then make no mistake you'll be gone, got that?" Kayla said angrily.

"That's where you're wrong my dear." I said in a cold tone from behind Kayla which made her jump. "The last thing you told me before I leave the house last night was that you were sorry for how you have been acting and that you'll apologize to Miss Alice when you see her next; funny thing is what I heard a moment ago didn't sound like an apology to me Kay." I said placing my bag on the sofa and giving her a cold look.

"I I'm sorry." She said softly. "Say it to her not me." I ordered. She turns to Miss Alice and after taking a deep breath she said. "I I'm sorry." Miss Alice only nods her head and walks away to begin her work. Kayla was about to walk away too but I stop her. "Not so fast, I need to talk to you about Martin." I said indicating for her to follow me upstairs.

It was six pm Sunday evening and Kayla and I were sitting at the dinner table with my family. At the head of the table was my father, standing at six feet, three inches and built as solid as a brick wall, Mr. Steven Jackson is the rock of his family and a force to be reckoned with, he is a license medical doctor, owned four coasters buses, part owner of a gas station and a apartment complex and who also is a license fire arm holder.

Next to him was my mother Mrs. Melissa Jackson, she is about 5 ft- 5inches tall, with a plump figure, a sweet round face, waist length black hair and very warm brown eyes. She was a certified pastry maker that baked every type of pastries known to man and because she is excellent at what she did, she got lots of orders and whenever she got an order that was next to impossible to complete on scheduled then she could always count on her family to help out. She had own a shop in the city but because she was there more than she was at home, she closed the shop and move her business to her house; the kitchen was extremely big so she still had a lot of space to do her thing.