I'll give it a go and in the words of JK Washer this is a "Quadrilogy." I don't know where we will end up but hopefully we will have fun getting there.
The Fourth and Final segment in the Confessions, Truths, Facts series.
Standard procedure that's what the Doc claims and I believe him. He's serious.
"Hey, I ah put some movies here I thought you might like and a few books."
He says, nerves are on the surface, real, exposed, and unlike anything I've ever seen before.
He rubs the palms of his hands on the side of his jeans where his hips indent. It's that sexy part of his ass. I want him to touch me.
"Thanks for the movies." I say without looking at the titles, " and the books." I add.
"Ah, Ferg suggested that I ah, that I get you a subscription to Netflix. He says they have a lot of stuff on there that you can watch on your laptop. He helped me out with it."
He flashes a grin like he's about to ask for his first kiss.
"Come here." I say and he does and I kiss him. He holds me and he's gentle, his big hands at the small of my back just below the pain in my back.
"Do I have a bruise? "
"Yup. It's a good one, too."
He holds me a little closer, wrapping his deceptively huge arm around me. He's so tough, so gentle, and so reassuring I never want him to let me go. I take in his scent treasuring that no one ever gets to see this part of him; the part that is only for me, the part that I am sharing with you.
"We're going to be ok." He whispers all weak.
"I know"
"I'm sorry" and I hear the gravity and the weight of it all.
"For what" I say because I cannot call the horror to my lips.
"For everything"
"It wasn't your fault." You and me we know it wasn't.
"I should have seen him" He owns this like he does everything. Everything.
"I didn't see him" I confess.
"You scared me" He's truthful.
"I didn't know what happened to you." It's a fact as my breath catches at the thought of losing him.
"He came out of the car and rushed me. He had a gun. I killed him."
I taste it.
"You never gave up" He says
The fear
"He pissed me the fuck off"
The anguish
"You were so strong and so sure"
The resiliency
"When my elbow hit the ground and I saw his fucking suede shoes all I thought about was if we were having a baby this can't be happening."
His palm strokes my arm.
"Walt we could have…"
"Shhhh, it's ok, Vic."
"No, but that fucker could have…"
"But he didn't. We're ok." I hold him tightly. I hold on because I don't want him to ever leave me.
I wipe my eye, "I promised myself I would tell you that I love you more."
"You do fine."
"No, no I don't. I love you."
"I love you" His voice deep and gravely and clear.
"I need to tell you more often" I say
"I need to show you more often" He says
"I'd like that"
"Me, too on both accounts"
"When are you going to start?" I ask
"When you're better"
"You don't have to wait that long"
"No?" His breath warm on my ear.
"No." I say resting my words on his chest.
"We're going to have a baby." I say the shock of it settling
He hugs me tighter. He's hugging us both.
"Come on. Off to bed. We need to follow doctor's orders."
"See, I said, you wouldn't have to wait long." I tease and groan.
He links his fingers in mine and leads me slowly to our bedroom.
"Let's get you comfortable." He kneels down and pulls off my running shoes and socks.
"Short socks, I know, but do you want to leave your sweats on or do you want shorts?"
"These are fine."
"You good with your running bra?" He asks and I can't help but think how considerate he is.
"Yeah." I wince.
"Side hurt?"
I nod
"We can do our breathing exercises."
"We?"
"We" He says surprised I questioned his commitment.
"Not having pain pills fucking sucks."
"I know."
He stretches his long lean body next to mine on the bed, his shoulder presses against mine, deep breath in through the nose, hold it, and out through the mouth. We do five rounds and I keep my eyes closed.
He rests his hand on my waist.
"Where's Linda?" I ask timing be damned.
"Ferg told me she left after meeting with her lawyer, made arrangements for John and went home."
"You owe me a weekend."
"I owe you a lifetime, babe."
"That too." I smirk silently ordering the pain away, "but I want my weekend first."
"As soon as you heal up."
"Something romantic."
"Yup."
I can feel him smiling; my eyes closed, his voice goes all buttery, "Get some sleep, and dream about how much I love you and what we are going to name our son.