Coma Chpt 1

Chapter 1: Mrs. Perry Foster

“And the winner for the best Hip-Hop artist of the year is...”
My anticipation swelled to an even higher level of extremity.
“Fluent,” my name rang over the loud speaker.
I slowly stood, accepting the thunderous applause that would surely cripple my ears for the next few days. I walked out into the center aisle and hesitated. I was almost certain that Ashton Kutcher would emerge from the crowd informing me that I had just been punked or something.
I just couldn’t believe I had actually done it. I, Perry Foster, had just won a Grammy Award. It was like a dream come true…

It all started about five years ago, in a small town named Kansas City, Missouri. I was young then, about nineteen, with a beautiful fiancé named Erica, and a job good enough to get us by.
I was employed at Commercial City, the number one jingle writing company in the area. Just about every local company turned to us to come up with a jingle to help boost their sales. I was what they call a scout.
I was responsible for finding possible buyers of our merchandise. It may sound like an easy job, but it can get frustrating. Partly because of the strenuous research involved, and in my case, it’s mainly because I wished I would be promoted to an actual jingle writer.
I heard some of the jingles that the writers came up with and I must admit, a lot of it is good, but still I think I could top most of it. I’ve been writing since I was in the first grade. It started out with poetry, and it eventually I evolved into writing short stories and even a novel. I was currently a jingle writer; it’s just too bad that my fiancé, and few friends, were the only ones who ever heard them.
I lived a pretty simple life, went to work everyday and came home to my wife to be. My life was as basic as could be, until the day I got married.

It was a sunny day in the spring; I was dressed in a traditional wedding tuxedo, standing at the alter with my beautiful bride.

Erica was my dream girl. She was smart, funny, understanding, and even though she was down to earth and straight forward, she was really sweet. She was a short caramel skinned work of art, with beautifully sculpted lumps and curves positioned in all the right places. She had long dark hair, thick, pouty lips, and a smile that could light up the room. Her eyes were a light hazel color that turned dark brown in the sunlight. She was absolutely beautiful.
I met her through a friend of mine; it was a blind date. Even though it was one of the worst dates I’ve ever had, we decided to go on a second one, then a third, and before you knew it we’d been together for nine months, the happiest nine months of both of our lives.

I stood there at the alter staring deep into the eyes of my future wife holding her hands in mine.
“I do,” I said as the minister asked for my final confirmation.
A smile lit her face as she also said, “I do.”

The reception was fun. We cut the cake, and everybody danced and had a good time. It was truly evident that we were made for each other, even our families got along great.
All of our nieces, nephews and little cousins played childhood games like hide go seek, hopscotch and duck duck goose. Some of the older kids played ball and jumped rope. The grown-ups listened to old school music, sipped wine, and some exchanged stories about the day they got married. After the wedding, we headed out for our honeymoon on a small island in Hawaii.
The plane ride to Hawaii was pleasant for the most part, except for Erica’s frequent trips to the restroom. She was a tad nervous; it was her first time on a plane and the motion made her feel a bit queasy. We had a one hour layover in LA, and then it was off to Hawaii.
Once we landed in Maui, an island in Hawaii, we took a helicopter tour of the city. The island was beautiful. We flew over deep, tangled canyons where inland waterfalls dropped hundreds of feet into the ocean below.
Our cabin was located near a beautiful beach, in which the soft sands were pleasantly littered with tropical trees, birthing tropical fruits and dancing to the tropical winds. It was the absolute perfect place for honeymooners to have the most romantic time of their lives.

We spent the whole afternoon relaxing in the sand, watching the sea, holding hand in hand as if unable to let go. We didn’t even say much, we just sat there enjoying each others company. It was during this time that it really hit me; I had chosen this woman to be with me rest of my life, and as I looked at her and she smiled back at me, I realized that I was more than happy with my decision.
As night began to fall, and the temperature began to drop, we cuddled up under a blanket and began to watch the stars. It was so romantic. Nothing else seemed to exist at that point; just us and those stars.
I ran my fingers through her hair and she whispered,”I love you,” in my ear.
I responded with a kiss that said the same; a deep, passionate kiss that conveyed my most intimate emotions. She ran her hand across my chest, down to my abs, tracing my six-pack with her middle finger. I pulled her closer and began to kiss on her neck and nibble on her ear. Before long we were naked, and even though there were other couples on the beach, we made hot, passionate love right there in the sand, underneath the moonlight.
It was a magical feeling. It was the first time I connected with a woman, becoming one with her the way that God intended it. The first time I pleasured a woman that I could rightfully call my own, my wife. As we laid there cuddling after this most sensual act, I realized that this was the best sex I’d ever had. Not because of the physical pleasure, but because of the bond it created between man and wife.
“Baby,” Erica called me softly, holding my hand and staring deep into my eyes.
“There’s something I should tell you, it’s really good news.”
“What’s up?”
“I’ve wanted to tell you this for sometime, but I wanted it to be at a special moment.”
“What is it baby, tell me?” I anxiously demanded.
“Remember how you always said you wanted a family… well now you have one,” she said, rubbing her stomach.
“You’re pregnant!!!” I exclaimed, beaming from ear to ear.
“Yes baby, we’re gonna have a child, you’re gonna be a father.”
A charge of excitement coursed through my veins like electricity in water. I wrapped my arms around her, grasping her with the intent on never letting go. In a way it felt like our child was already there; I could feel it nestled between the two of us as we embraced like never before.
“I love you,” she told me, blinking back tears of joy.
“I love you too baby,” and I held her in my arms, right there on that beach, until we both fell fast asleep.

The next few days were filled with festive meals, dance contests, hula-hooping, island shows, volleyball, games, and we even tried surfing. I must say, it’s a lot harder than it looks, but Erica got the hang of it fairly quickly. As for me, I never was good in the water; I couldn’t even swim, but it was fun to watch her in her little pink bathing suit.
Every night after the activities, we’d go back to the cabin and cuddle next to the fireplace. We’d reminisce about our day, and think about the long future we had together.

Just holding her in my arms satisfied me. Just watching the fire light dance as it illuminated those dark brown eyes of hers made me feel complete. It was almost like we made love without even having sex. I can tell she felt it too, because in her eyes, I could see her smiling.