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I need this.
“Yeah, let's go.” Easton helps me into my chair. Laurie was already over this morning and helped me in getting ready. Now that I can move somewhat, I’m able to do some stuff myself, but I still need her help for a majority of it.
Cara walks over with Wesley in her arms. She leans him down, and I gift him a kiss on the cheek. “Keep working on that tummy time, and don’t let your mom baby you too much.”
I smirk up at Cara, and she scowls at me. “He is a baby.”
“I know.”
“I hate you sometimes.” She growls.
“I know that, too.”
“It is a really nice chair.” She looks it over as I sit in it. It’s really comfortable, a lot more so than my other one.
“Feels good.”
“I’ll see you in a little bit.” She says, leaning forward to give me a kiss on the cheek.
She looks like she wants to say more. I know she wants to say the three words that will epically change our relationship. I know she said them in the hospital, but she was high on emotions then. I think she’s worried I won’t say them back.
Honestly, I’m a little worried I won’t be able to say them, either. It’s not that they aren’t true, because they are. I do love Cara. I love her, and I love Wesley, and I love this little family we’ve been building. It’s been slow, but I think we need slow right now.
I’m cautious because love has done us both dirty our entire lives, and this is the time it counts the most. I can’t fuck it up.
“Let’s go.” Easton says, giving a still grumpy looking Rose a kiss on the cheek.
I look down at the controls, and after testing a few out, I figure out how to turn the chair around, and I start moving.
I’m moving by myself.
I can barely explain how good it feels to be moving at my own free will. With my own doing, I’m able to move forward and go where I want without the assistance of others. It’s like I’m gaining back a piece of myself that my dad took from me, and that puts a smile on my face. A small one, but it’s a smile nonetheless.
Once I get to the side of his truck, Easton helps me in before loading the chair into the back. He installed a ramp back there shortly after I got home, and it comes into extra use now because this motorized chair is heavy as fuck.
He hops in, starts the truck and heads out. “Check the glove box.” He nods his head towards my legs.
I reach forward, popping open the glovebox and seeing a nice, fat blunt rolled to perfection. It takes a minute, but I’m able to grab the blunt and pull it out of the glovebox.
It’s been an adjustment. Trying to relearn how to do things is a struggle, but I’m improving. Even though my feeling was gone on my upper half for a little over a month, the process to relearn your mobility is like starting from square one. I’m weak, and somedays is hard to get a grip of things.
“Want to light it up?” He asks, pulling a lighter out of his pocket.
“You do it.” I know there’s no way in hell I’ll be able to flick the lighter. Passing him the blunt, he lights it up and passes it back to me.
“My bad.” He says through a cough.
I shrug. “So, what’s the meeting about?” I take a pull of the blunt, relishing in the burn in my chest as I exhale through my nose.
“Aziel and Lynx got in the other night. Gonna meet with them.”
I nod, and we drive silently the rest of the way to the warehouse.
When we get there, I’m way more blitzed then I should be when I head into a meeting. Easton unloads the chair and helps me into it. Hugo meets us at the door, giving me a massive smile when he sees me. “Jackson.” He reaches down and grabs my hand, and I give it a little squeeze. “I’m so glad to hear your improving. How do you like the chair?”
“It’s sweet. Thank you, Hugo.”
He smiles, and Easton holds the door open for me. “We’re meeting in the conference room.”
