We waited around for another hour while we made awkward small talk. I think both of us still felt unsure of where things stood or even what the goal was. Did I ask Jon to stay so we could be together? Or just so we could make amends and co-parent. To be honest, I wasn't sure. Part of me wanted us to figure out a way to be together but it seemed so impossible and I didn't want to get my hopes up.
Finally the nurse came back and said I could go. She had my discharge papers and handed them to me. Then she saw Jon and I almost snickered out loud when I saw her take him in. I mean, I couldn't blame her. Jon was a fine piece of man candy. Tall, dark, and handsome. What else could you ask for? Still, I found myself feeling a little possessive and had to choke down the jealous impulse I was fe
