From Sleep May Come: Contemporary Romance by Julie Miller

Prologue
     
    It hadn’t occurred to Michael that Samantha was cheating on him for the second time in one year. She got around quite quickly with her charming but seductive wit conversation skills even though she tended to have absolutely no care in the world. Though, it had not always been that way. The young nurse had been loyal to her man for at least half one year until she switched to “self- destruct” mode immediately once the marriage discovered that they were not able to conceive for the second time. If the baby boy had survived the choking of the umbilical cord disaster then he would have been named Kurtis Dave Randall. Dave was a main encouragement for the potential middle name association. Michael did not like the sound of the name, Dave for his son’s name but decided he would compromise only on Samantha’s behalf. Both of the two parties within the newly profound relationship laughed their brains out thinking about having a little Dave run through their open concept apartment. A baby usually meant no sleep, massively long headaches, lack of quiet peace and this was somehow incorporated into the adventurous factor. So the name Kurtis David Randall would stick out in its own unique way.
     
    After all, who was a loving husband to tell his wife that her stepfather should not be the middle name of their unburned child? Sadly, the entire marriage ran upward then downward until it reached a breaking point. Michael was more than willing to pay for three hundred dollar hour therapy sessions for his loving wife but four months would past and there was still to be no positive effects. Samantha now acted publicly immature as she got butt naked at the mall. She was unintentionally showcasing her firm small breast and tight buttocks to the world. The mothers of small children screaming while they alarmed the nearby officers that some attractive woman was dropping her bra and pink lace panties like no tomorrow. How lucky those officers may have felt.
     
    So it was a tiny shocker for Michael to receive a call from the local Fox Region County police station. He had thought that they must have mistaken the true identity of the crazy woman for his soul mate because his wife was a working nurse who never threw out her polite manners with decent ethical behavior. It was actually brilliantly hysterical to imagine a woman like his wife going remotely insane. However, Michael finally agreed to pick up the nude woman and he had come to witness that the woman was indeed, his beloved wife. No other counselors wanted to take on his wife’s case. They all suggested trying behavioral medications like Seroquel, Symbyax, Topamax, Trilafon, Zprexa, Tegretol, and Saphris, Risperdal. The reasons for not wanting to take on a case that involved a small attention span of a child wrapped in an adult body had been too deep of a case. The patient needed to be stable; the patient must not stand or jump on my desk in order for proper treatment, etc. The reasons were endless.
     
    Michael witnessed some of his patients on huge dosage counts who did not have the ability to be mentally sane without medications. He considered placing his wife into a behavioral health institution, in order for her to jump back into wellness. It upset Michael to the gut but what could he do? He had little control over the mood swings of his wife. He was not a psychologist.
     
    Michael concluded that Samantha seemed to have cheated only to deal with her emotions. And she eventually gave out as she began to stop responding to his efforts. She no longer cheated on him each month for a little fun venture because her sexual drive was not to be used for a treatment in regards to the son she had carried but could never have. A mother’s womb told potential adventure. The baby kicked almost like it was playing a game of soccer. The mission was to throw the ball into the goal! Win. Win. Once the ball stopped rolling so did the baby’s heartbeat.
     
    Many confrontations were