by Vicki Green
I hear water. No, fizz. What is that? I open my eye to see my man pouring a coke. He looks like hell, what the fuck? I try to roll over but pain shoots everywhere. “Ohhh,” I moan. He moves to me and gently helps me get comfortable. “Wha, what’s going on? Why—”
“Shhh, love. There was an accident.” My eye widens, my heart starts to beat rapidly.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. What is that? I look at the doorway and a nurse rushes to the side of my bed. I can’t see what she is doing but I look down as she grabs my wrist.
“Shane?” I ask pleadingly. I start feeling drowsy. “Shane?” I fade into darkness again.
I smell food, and my stomach growls. My eye opens to see Shane next to me in bed, eating. Damn, that smells good. I try to get up but don’t get far. I groan and wince. Shit, my whole body hurts.
Shane leans down and kisses my nose. He moves some hair back from my face and kisses my mouth. “Fuck, you scared the shit outta me, love. I’m so glad you came back to me,” he says so full of love.
I swallow and cough. “Ungh” I groan, holding my side. He reaches over me and pushes a button, the bed starting to rise. “You tell me when to stop, if the pain gets too much. I don’t want to hurt you,” he tells me. I raise my left hand and he releases the button. He takes something off the table next to me and places a straw to my lips. Oh heaven, water. I choked down most of it and lay my head back. My right hand moves up to the left side of my face and feels something cover it.
“Shane, what happened? I can’t remember. What’s on my face?” I ask, panic starting to rise within me.
He takes my hand away from my face, kisses the palm, and places it against his face. “You don’t remember anything?” I shrug, shaking my head slowly. “We were at the coffee shop, you went to go to the restroom and—” My body begins to tremble as memories start becoming clearer.
“He— He grabbed me, took me away. I— I couldn’t— I tried— Oh, my God, Shane! Our baby!” My hand leaves his face and lands over my stomach. I close my eye and start crying. He leans back and puts his arm around me, readjusting us.
“No, sweetheart. The baby is fine, just fine, just like their mom,” he whispers. I look up, through my tear filled eye and smile. I can feel the cloth covering the side of my face getting wet. His hand rubs my hair as he kisses my forehead. “Yes, love. Thank God, you’re both fine.”
My heart won’t stop beating fast. “Paul? Where is he? We need to leave. Please we need to get away from here!”
“Shhhh, no love. He’s dead. Shhhh. Please calm down, sweetheart. It’s ok now, he won’t ever harm you again. You don’t have to be afraid anymore.”
I kiss the tear on his face and cuddle into him, letting out a huge sigh of relief. I take deep breaths, and my beating heart begins to return to normal. “Are you ok, darling? Your arm is all bandaged,” I say gently touching his arm. “And, your cast looks new?” I’m so confused. I do remember most of what happened now, but not everything.
The doctor came in and checked me and let Shane stay in the bed. Weird, but a wonderful hospital. He tells us that I had a ruptured spleen, which he had to remove, and it will take a few weeks to heal, and I should see my doctor as soon as possible. Not only for me but also for the baby even though he assured us the baby is fine. He said we could leave probably in the morning, depending on how we are both doing.
A nurse came in shortly after bringing me some food and more for Shane. I’m sure he worked up a hearty appetite chasing a crazy man and being hurt again. My poor man.
I dozed in my lover’s arms after our stomachs were full while he flipped channels on the T.V. keeping the sound down low. He explained he would tell me everything once we are back at his dad’s house. I am fine with that and in no hurry. I’m just so freaking tired and so happy that we are all safe together.
Morning comes too soon, and I am woken by a nurse checking my vitals. Don’t they believe in rest here? Shane is still asleep, his beautiful face right next to me. Sigh. My gorgeous, sexy man.
The nurse leaves and Steven walks in with Emily. It’s like a revolving door. I put my fingers to my lips asking them not to wake Shane. My man needs sleep. They nod and pull up chairs by my side of the bed, quietly. He places his hand over mine, careful of the I.V. “How are you doing? The baby? Shane?” He whispers.
I smile. “We’re just great. All of us.” I look at my man and back to Steven. “He needs rest. He does so much protecting me, our baby. He needs some tender loving care and I’m afraid I won’t be much help for a while.” Shane sighs and turns his head the other way, still asleep.
“Oh, we’ll take care of him. I called Buck and Jesse and told them what happened. Jesse wanted to get on a plane as soon as possible but I told him no, you’re ok and we are taking care of you. I told him you would call him when you can.” I grin. I feel so loved. I can’t believe I have a wonderful man and his loving dad that love me. “Buck told me to tell Shane not to hurry to come back, take all the time he needs.”
Emily rises, leans over and kisses my cheek. I see her wiping her eyes with a Kleenex once she is seated. “We were so scared when Steven got the call from the police. I’m just so glad you’re all are here and alive.” She pats my leg through the railing of the bed. “Now, you just don’t worry about anything. I mean it, sugar. I will be there to cook, clean, do laundry and will take care of anything you or Shane need.” Now I’m crying. She is so sweet and caring. Like the mother I wish I had. “Oh, what’s wrong, dear? I didn’t mean to upset you.” She looks at Steven, worry in her eyes.
I watch as Steven’s hand leaves mine and takes Emily’s hand. “No, No. I’m not sad, not in the least. You both just make me feel so loved.” I sniff and she hands me a Kleenex. “Thank you. You don’t understand. My dad has always pushed me but not really believed in me, in my dreams and my mother? My mother who won’t even let me call her mom. No love there, at all. At least she’s never really shown me love like a mother should. So, yes, I’m crying because I feel so loved right now.” My Kleenex is taken from me, and I look over to see Shane smiling at me, so I smile back. He wipes my tears and kisses them on my face.
“I love you, my wonderful, brave girl. And don’t you ever forget it.” He kisses me again.
We all got to talk for a while until the doctor and a nurse come in and ask Emily and Steven to leave so Shane and I both can be checked out. The doctor says my vitals are getting stronger, but that it’s critical that I take it easy for the next few weeks. He removed the gauze over my cheek and tells me to press a warm wash cloth on my eye to help with the matting that develops as it heals. He tells Shane that he needs to slow down and take care of himself or he will do more damage to his arm and leg, causing severe issues. He also removed his stitches from his forehead and told him to apply vitamin E oil on it to help it from scarring.
We get our discharge papers and are wheeled out to the front of the hospital. Shane didn’t even put up a fuss about having to ride in a wheel chair. I think my man is exhausted, poor thing. The orderly has to help both of us into the back seat of Steven’s car. I’m already dozing as we pull away, in my man’s arms. I think he is too.
I am jolted awake as we stop in the driveway at the house. Steven opens my door and helps me out. I feel like a walking zombie. He walks me all the way upstairs to our room and helps me to sit on the bed. Shane comes in slowly, with his limp, which is worse now and sits next to me.
“Shane, I hope you and Allie don’t mind but I would love to help her get into her pajamas and into bed. You’re hurting, I can tell, and need to be careful yourself.” Emily says to us. Shane opens his mouth to speak but Emily stops him with her hand. “I know you want to take care of her and do everything but I insist. You will not help her if you can’t get yourself healed properly. I used to be a nurse, it’s been several years ago, but I remember everything to do to help.” She looks at me and smiles. “Is it ok, dear, if I help you. I would really love to.”
I look at Shane an
d shrug. “It’s kind of nice to have another woman around.” He kisses my lips and stands. He limps to the dresser, grabs some pajama pants and heads towards the door.
“I’ll just change in the bathroom downstairs and talk to the ole man for a bit. You ladies take as long as you need.” He winks at me and shuts the door behind him.
Emily comes over and starts helping get me undressed, smiling the whole time. “That’s some fine man you have there.”
I wince as I move to pull my arms out of the sleeves of my shirt. “Seems like he came from the right tree, I think.” I smile back. We laugh and talk as she helps me to the bathroom, where I do all my business and she helps me into the bed. She fluffs my pillow behind me and gets a glass of water to take my pills. “Oh, can you also get my prenatal vitamins from the bathroom?” I ask. After I swallowed that huge pill, I am set. Now all I need is my man.
Chapter Nineteen
“Dad. I want to marry Allie here, before we leave. I’ve never felt so strongly about something in my life. I don’t want to wait.” Dad and I have been sitting in the living room for quite a while, my bad leg up, foot resting on the coffee table. “We could get married on the beach right behind the house.”
“Son, I would love that, but do you think that’s what Allie wants? What about getting her family and friends here? It’s really short notice.” He looks at me with love and concern.
Taking a drink of my coke my thoughts flash through my head. The day I met Allie, the first time we made love, finding out we were gonna have a baby, her lifeless body in the van. “I’m gonna talk to Allie in the morning.” I shift a little to look him in the eyes. “We’ve been through so much, so much time wasted. I’ve thought of nothing else the entire time in the hospital, dad. I can’t— I can’t wait. I know it’s just a piece of paper and we are together anyway, but I want her to be officially mine. I love her so much.” A tear drips from the corner of my eye. Man, when did I get to be such a pussy? I wipe the tear quickly and see him smiling. “It’s the drugs, damnit!”
He laughs, but quickly turns serious. He lays a hand gently on my battered arm. “Son, I’m so very proud of you. I’m sure I have never told you enough, but I couldn’t be more proud. You’ve made quite a life for yourself, so self-assured, protective of those you love. You’re a strong man. I would be honored for you and Allie to be married here. You know Emily and I will do whatever we can to help.”
More tears start to fall and I let them. “Fuck, ole man. You’re killing me here,” I chuckle. We both start laughing and continue to make plans.
We wrap up our discussion about 1:00am, giving each other a man hug, and I head upstairs. Let me tell you, it’s really fucking hard to tip toe when you have a bad leg. Glad I had already changed into pajama bottoms, so I was able to just climb into bed. I carefully moved my girl into our favorite position, placing her arm over my waist and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning came way too fast. Shit, my body needs rest, and I stayed up too late last night, but it was fucking worth it. It was great to spend some time with my ole man. Our bodies had moved in the night, and I was spooning my girl, my hand around her breast. Ah, home at last! I doze off and woke to my girl playing with my fingers, the only part that isn’t casted. My head is buried in her hair, so I take a big sniff. She giggles. Best. Sound. In. The. World.
“I bet I smell just heavenly.” She giggles again. “I need a shower, so bad! I can’t take a bath for a couple of weeks and will have to be careful in the shower. But, I can’t wait to get clean.”
I smell her hair again, inhaling deeply. More giggles. “My love, you smell divine to me.” I sniff again and fondle her breast with my fingers at the same time. I get a loud moan for that. Even hurting, I still turn her on. I fucking love her!
“I will help you with your shower, my love.” She has certainly got the giggles this morning. I love it! I wish I could help her in other ways in the shower but I know I will have to be very careful with her and just do what needs to be done. We have so much time for everything else I want to do to her, with her. I grin against her head.
She turns her head a bit to see me. “What are you grinning about, my sexy man?”
I laugh and kiss her bad cheek, lightly. “Mmmm, I was just thinking about all the things I am going to do to your body, once you’re all healed.” I squeeze her breast to get another moan out of her, and I am not disappointed.
“Ohhh. Darling, my lips aren’t hurting in the least.” I move over her more and our mouths connect. I suck on her tongue, her moaning into my mouth sets me off more. I tweak her nipple until it’s fully erect. Fuck! We have to quit or I’ll end up hurting her.
“Love, I thought I would never in my life say this, but we need to stop.” We both laugh and settle back down. “I need to use the restroom, and then I’ll be back for you and help you get clean.” I kiss her head and slowly get out of bed. Standing, I try to stretch, cracking all my bones in the process. My cock is at full attention so I am careful to try and conceal it as I walk to the bathroom. I can’t get to the bathroom fast enough.
After relieving myself, I take my hard cock in my hand and begin stroking it. FUCK! My head goes back. Eyes closed, and I pretend that it’s Allie’s hand and mouth. It grows harder as I begin pumping it faster until the juices start squirting into the toilet. Ah! Fuck I needed that!
After I clean myself up and wash my hands, I return to my love and get her undressed and covered her stitched up side with fresh gauze and some plastic. I had placed a small stool in the shower, so I carried her naked body in and placed her on it. She smiles up at me, her left eye now opens a little with the warm water. The aroma fills the shower as I lather her hair with her lilac shampoo. After rinsing her hair and applying her cream rinse, I get to work on her beautiful body. I take my time with soaping her breasts, her back and her fucking hot pussy. She moans the entire time and my cock is hard again. Fuck! I get her all rinsed off and the cream rinse out of her hair quickly after that because I know we can’t go where we both want to right now.
After drying her off gently, I carry her back and set her on the bed. I make quick work of dressing her in one of my comfortable t-shirts, at her insistence and a pair of her sweat pants. I hand her her pills and a glass of water and kneel in front of her after she’s done taking them.
She looks at me with shock on her face, tears in her eyes. “My love, I can’t wait, I don’t want to wait. I want us to get married here, on the beach, as soon as you are healed. I love you. Marry me! Marry me here.” I wipe her tears away and kiss her cheek. I cup her chin and look into her watery eyes.
She nods and throws her arms around my neck and smashes her mouth to mine. We kiss deeply for a few minutes until she pulls away. Her smile tells me everything and my heart beats with the love she gives me. “My family, our friends, what if they can’t come?” She questions.
I tuck some wet hair behind her ear. “Then we will just get married again later. I have no problem marrying you twice in my life.” I kiss her sweet lips and she smiles against my mouth. “I will marry you as many times as you want. Just marry me now.” I bend and kiss her stomach, tenderly. “What do you say, little raspberry? You want mommy and daddy to get married here?” I look up at my girl who has her hand over her mouth, crying. I kiss her tummy again and lean into my girl’s face and whisper, “Raspberry said yes, pretty fucking loudly.” She starts laughing and kisses me again, her tears making it a very watery kiss. Fuck, I love it!
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We eat a great breakfast that Emily cooked for us. Wow, she must have gotten up pretty early to get here and have it ready by the time Shane carried me downstairs. It was so yummy. I miss home cooking.
Once Steven and Emily leave for the coffee shop, Shane and I spend most of the day on our phones. We figured we would need a month for healing and getting things set up to be married on the beach. My mother wouldn’t answer my call, so I left a message. Figures! My dad was at least a little r
eceptive after we talked for an hour. He was very concerned about me, after telling him everything that had happened and wanted to ensure I was ok. He asked if he could give me away at the wedding, which made me cry. Jessie, Cassie and the twins will be there too. They had me on their speaker phone and Cassie told me she would come early to help me get things ready. I love my sis-in-law. Lana said she would come early too as well as Stella and Brenda. Stella said that her sister would run the Café while they are here.
Paxton? Well, Paxton screamed in my ear to the point of deafening proportions. I may never be able to hear again. “I’m your maid of honor, right? I mean we are BFF’s and I know you want someone who will be the most gorgeous standing next to you.” I roll my eyes. Shit, not that again. I thought I’d gotten over that, but it’s hard not to do when speaking with her.
“Of course, you’re my maid of honor. You’re my bestie, but you’re not allowed to look more beautiful than the bride, silly,” I tell her. She proceeds to tell me to ‘get over it’, and that she can’t help it.
Shane catches me rolling my eyes as he walks into the living room, and I get a smirk. He shuts off his phone and sits next to me, his arm going around me, pulling me closer. “Everything going ok?” He asks kissing my lips.
I don’t want to release his mouth but finally give in. “Yes and no. Dad is actually coming and wants to walk me down the aisle. Mother won’t even answer my calls. Everyone else is coming.” I kiss him again. “I love you so much.”
“Mmmmm.” He moans as we kiss again. I can’t help it. I can’t get enough of my sexy man. “Your mother will come around and if not, her loss. I love you too, so much.”
After the most wonderful lunch that Shane made us, we both go upstairs for a much needed nap. I awaken feeling so rested, my man still sleeping, and decide to check my emails, Facebook and write some on my second book. There is a small desk in his room that has a window overlooking the ocean. I decide to go right into writing while things are so fresh in my mind, before I check anything else. I write about all that has happened recently thinking I will go fill in the early things later. I don’t want to leave anything out.