Chapter Twelve
CHAPTER TWELVE
JAGGER “DEAN”
I had pretty much stopped using my road name around her family. She liked calling me by my given name and I liked hearing it. Her parents were finally convinced to get an extended-stay hotel across from the hospital. They moved her to a regular room with a couch that turned to a bed and an attached bathroom. I refused to leave her. I tried to stay out of the way when they needed me to, but I insisted on being the one to take her to the bathroom and bathe her.
The days passed slowly. Some days were better than others as she was healing and frustrated. One day she threw her food tray across the room. I looked at her and crossed my arms trying not to laugh at her temper tantrum. My girl was tough, but nobody would blame her for reaching a breaking point after what she had been through. She still has not told me what was done to her. I don’t know that I really want those details but I know she needs to tell me so she can put it behind her. Her parents come by once a day and stay for lunch. Her mother sometimes will stay longer. I know she is ready to be home.
“Where are we staying when we get to the farm because we both know I can’t get to my fucking apartment.” She scowled and looked at her leg. I paged for a wheelchair.
“Sir, why do you need a wheelchair?” the nurse asked me. I pointed to my girl who was about to blow her stack.
“She needs to be outside for a few minutes. Even if it’s just five to ten minutes she wants to scream and she can’t do that here. It will be therapeutic for her.” I told them. Becca’s mouth opened in shock, she started to protest, and I looked at her shaking my head no.
“Well as long as she doesn’t try to stand, I don’t see a problem. The fresh air will do her some good. You can actually take her up to the roof, it will be private.” She left the room, and I looked at my woman.
“I can’t believe you said that.” She blushed as she folded the sheet in her fingers.
“Am I wrong?” I asked her as I picked her up in my arms placing her in the chair and extending the leg for her then wrapping a blanket around her.
“No, I do feel like I need to scream. I think it would release some of the tension in my body.” She looked at me and gave me a small smile. “I love you so much Dean Michael Callahan.”
I pushed her outside and we sat in the garden for a few minutes. She took a deep breath and let out a blood-curling scream of frustration and grief for her leg, her career and her dreams. When she was done, she started to laugh hysterically.
“I don’t know why you put up with me.” She choked out looking at me. I pulled her chair to wear her back was to my front and wrapped my arms around her from behind. Kissing on her neck.
“Baby, I love you. We are getting married. In sickness and health ring any bells?” I slid my hand down under her blanket until I reached her clit and rubbed circles until she was moaning. I fingered her to a quick orgasm. Kissing her while to help keep her from crying out. I felt her body completely relax in the chair. “Better now?”
“Oh God yes, but what about you?” she asked me, looking down at my erection. “Maybe you can watch me jerk off later in our room. I’ll lock the door.” I wiggled my eyebrows at her making her laugh. “We better get back in before someone freaks out.”
“Yes Milady. Your chariot awaits.” She giggled again and I loved hearing it. Her pain was more spaced out now. Not as bad as in the beginning. The doctor was coming this afternoon to look at the site. Hopefully we will be heading home in a week. I had been keeping in touch with the builder of our house. It was almost done. They call in for extra help and put everything to the side to finish ours. It was about thirty feet from the back door of the main house. They would pave a walkway that was big enough for crutches or a wheelchair. The house was all one floor, open floorplan with washer and dryer in a little mudroom. There were three bedrooms. The master was the largest and we would have an adjustable king-size bed low enough to the ground for her to be able to get in and out easily enough. They had sent me a few pictures. I didn’t want to show it to her yet, I wanted to surprise her. Now, I was wondering if I should show her. It would give her something to be excited about and she could shop for bedding, towels etc for it from her bed. I texted her mother and asked what she thought.
Mom McCall:
That would be a great idea. That was she can feel like she in contributing. That will be important to her.
Me:
Okay, I’m going to tell her now. Thanks.
I studied my lady as I put her back in the bed and got her comfy. She wrinkled her nose at me.