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Will's POV

"I stink will... I just want a shower..."

"I know you want a shower, but we lost the cast cover, and you cannot get it wet..."

"It's hot, I have been sweating all day... I don't care if the cast gets wet."

"Wow, you're cranky..."

He just sighs and shakes his head:

"I am fed up... stupid cast..."

I can't help but laugh, and the look in his eyes shows me that that was not the response he was hoping for. It is 10.30 pm and we are getting ready for bed. In the past weeks his ribs feel a bit better and the cast will come off soon. Nonetheless, he is right, it has been warm and sweaty today, and I understand his frustration for not being able to take a shower. I crawl over the bed towards him, and sit on my knees behind him and help him take off his shirt. When I let my hands stroke his chest, he pulls my hands away:

"Don't Will... I mean it... I stink and I am sweaty..."

I let him go and stare at his back for a while. And suddenly I have an idea... I jump of the bed and walk over to bathroom to check the possibility of my idea before I share it with my grumpy husband. When I walk back into our room he is looking at me with raised eyebrows:

"What got into you...?"

"I am going to help you out..."

His eyes soften a bit when he looks at me and he shakes his head:

"You are sweet... but it's OK, you can't suddenly find that leg thing..."

"No I can't find the leg thing... but I can still help you out."

I stretch out my hand, gesturing him to stand up. After he is back on his feet I help into the bathroom and hold still before the bath tub. He looks at it... then looks at me:

"You want me to get into the bath? How is that any better than the shower?"

I smile and point enthusiastically at the tub:

"If I help you in the tub, when there is no water in it yet, and then we put your leg over the side of the tub so it will stick out... and then I will put the water in... and if you don't move or splatter about the cast will not get wet... and then before you stand up we will let the water out again."

"Wow, you thought this through..."

"I definitely did... so what do you say..."

"You are going to have to help me lie down though..."

"No problem."

We get to work and I help him out of all his clothes. Then I sit him on the side of the bath so we can lift his healthy leg into the tub. I help him stand up on his one leg, and then lower himself down into the tub. When I reach over to turn the water on, he pulls me towards him:

"As much as I like this... I think we can make this even better..."

"How?"

"You sit down behind me so I can lean into you... you can hold me..."

His dark brown eyes suddenly show his vulnerability, and a light red spreads across his cheeks. He looks away from my eyes for a second and when he looks back he smiles a little smile, asking me to take off him without saying the actual words. I stand up, take my clothes of, position myself behind him and reach to get the water started. He is lying between my legs and leans on my chest, and when there is enough water in the tub and I have been able to turn the water off, I carefully lay my arms around him. His head leans back against my shoulder and I kiss him softly on his cheek. His eyes are closed and he takes a deep breath. I take the sponge and the shower gel that I put in our reach before I got into the tub, and carefully start to wash his chest and his arms. He turns his head slightly so his face leans against my neck.

"This is perfect, Will."

I smile and tease him:

"Even with your leg sticking into mid air?"

We both look at his casted leg that is leaning over the side of the tub. He grabs my one of my hands and brings it to his lips:

"I love you."

He kisses my hand softly and I feel the butterflies in my stomach moving around. He always kisses my hand when he is happy, satisfied, and content. He often does is after we made love and we cuddle up together and try to explain to each other how great it was. We both know that there will be no sex yet with his ribs and his leg, but this feels intimate and close, and it makes us happy, satisfied, and content, and it moves me that he is showing that is his own unique way by kissing my hand. His eyes look up and search for mine. I look back and lean in to kiss his lips. When we pull back I whisper in his ear:

"I love you too."

"Will?"

"Yeah..."

"Sometimes... I am sorry when I am short with you sometimes... it's just... I wish I was better, you know."

"I know..."

"It's not an excuse though... to take it out on you, but..."

I lean in to kiss him again so he will stop talking. My kiss is firm and determined and when I let go he seems slightly overwhelmed.

"I understand... no need to apologize..."

His eyes are wide and dark when they look at me:

"Do that again please..."

I smile and do as he asks, using my hand to cup his face. His lips are soft against mine and his breath on my face makes me dizzy. I feel how he opens his mouth and I cannot deny his invitation. When I feel his tongue against mine I moan softly. A shiver runs down my spine and my right hand grips his hair. The way one of my hands is cupping his face, and the other hand is in his hair makes me feel possessive.. makes me feel strong and masculine. When we let go, slightly panting, he leans his face back into my neck and he softly says:

"I love it when you do that..."

"Do what babe..."

"Hold my head as if it belongs to you..."

I go back to sponging his chest as far as I can reach and enjoy how relaxed and soft he feels in my arms. And I smile when I hear his promise:

"When I am better I will make all this up to you... I promise... that massage is going to be out of this world..."

(...)

The cast has come off and we are now looking at the physiotherapy advices. I hear Sonny sigh and his lips are pushed together in a straight line.

"What's the matter baby?"

"I thought the cast would come off and I would be fine... but this..."

He points at the paper in my hand:

"This looks like hard work..."

I can't help but feel for him. He looks genuinely disappointed, and I really want to hug him and make him feel better. He pulls the paper out of my hand and shakes his head while looking over the exercises he is supposed to do. His right hand goes through his hair and I can't help staring at him. He looks up and catches my staring eyes. I don't even hide it from him, and neither am I embarrassed.

"You were staring at me..."

"I'm your husband... I'm allowed."

"But why... I still walk strange, and..."

"Oh shut up Sonny... your leg will be fine, you just have to stop whining and do these exercises."

He seems a bit taken aback by my sudden outburst and I smile at him apologetically. His eyes challenge mine without using words and I give in:

"OK... I was staring at you because you're beautiful... and when you touch your hair... your hair is my weak spot... there you have it... now get to work..."

He smiles his radiant smile and suddenly looks very smug. I smile and stand up to let him get started with his exercises, but stop when I hear his voice:

"Where do you think you are going."

I turn around and look at him:

"I am going so you can do your exercises."

"You have to help me..."

"What?"

"Common Will, exercises are boring, but I am sure we can make them a lot more fun if we do them together..."

"Was that supposed to be sexy?"

"Yeah... I know it failed... but please stay and help me do this?"

His big brown eyes never miss their effect. I sit back down next to him and decide to tease him :

"Wow, your father was right... you really need someone to look after you..."

For a moment I am afraid he will be mad at me for bringing up his father this way, but his eyes meet mine and I see a light sparkle when he says:

"Yeah, I guess he always knew I am a big baby..."

(...)

Today we move back home. Sonny has recovered and we have to go back to normal life, which means Sonny has to go back to work and I have to go back to University. We hug Adrienne close and she smiles a bit sadly:

"I'm going to miss you guys..."

Sonny pulls her back into his arms and I hear him say:

"Why don't we have a weekly dinner date mum? Every Wednesday we come here and we have dinner together..."

"I'd love that..."

"And mum?"

"Yeah Sonny..."

"If the house ever... you know... if it reminds you of dad and it hurts... then just call us and we can meet where ever you want..."

"Oh honey..."

They hold each other close and we all feel the emotions that suddenly come to the surface. Adrienne is crying softly, holding on to Sonny, trying to swallow away the tears. I see how Sonny is biting his lip and how he is blinking away the tears in his eyes. When they let go, Adrienne smiles and pulls me towards them:

"I am so glad to know that you two are alright... and happy..."

We both nod and when we look at each other we just smile. I look at Adrienne and repeat Sonny's offer:

"Sonny was right... just call us if you want to meet up."

Adrienne nods and we are on our way. When we walk into our apartment we both breathe in deeply.

"Home, sweet home."

Sonny's smile is wide and his eyes roam the room as if he wants to check whether everything is the same as how we left it. I walk over to him with a sudden urge to hold him. He hugs me back and I whisper:

"I cannot believe it... when we left here we were just going to London for ten days... and then the plane happened... and..."

I feel myself getting overwhelmed with emotions and I am suddenly crying. I feel how him arms squeeze me tighter around my waist and I just lean into his body. I feel emotions that I didn't even knew I had. All this time I have been strong, I have been taking care of Sonny, helping him when he was sad about his father or about his injuries, and now I suddenly realise he is OK and we are finally back home. I ask him softly while leaning my face against his neck:

"Tell me you're OK..."

"I'm OK honey... I'm OK..."

"I love you so much Sonny... so much... I need you to be OK..."

His hands are rubbing my back, his voice is soft in my ear and the feeling of his body pressed against mine slowly calms me down. I suddenly feel exhausted and when he leans back slightly to look into my eyes I see his concern:

"Babe, tonight I am going to look after you."

He points at the couch en before I know it I am stretched out with a remote control in my hand and a pillow under my head:

"Don't worry about our bags... I'll get them sorted... and then I will get some groceries and cook dinner. You just relax babe..."

"Thanks..."

I am too tired to protest. Being home and safe with the man I love makes me realise how much energy I have used in the past weeks. As much as I loved being there for him, I need to relax and let go off all the emotions I have held in during the past few weeks. I let him fuss over me and smile when he leans over to kiss me on my cheek. While I nod off to sleep he is busy getting us sorted. When I wake up I smell dinner and I sit up to look at him being busy in the kitchen. After a while he turns around to set the table and when he sees me he smiles:

"Hi..."

"Hi..."

"Sleep well?"

"Yeah..."

I stand up and walk up to him. My hands lock behind his neck and I pull him in for a kiss. I look deep into his eyes when I ask him again:

"Tell me your OK?"

"I'm OK babe."

My eyes never let go of his and I try to find the right words to tell him my deepest fears that I have pushed away from the moment I realised he was not holding my hand and I was alone with a paramedic in an ambulance:

"What am I supposed to do when I don't have you anymore... I can't live without you Sonny?"

His hands are around my waist and his eyes soften:

"Where is all this coming from baby? I am fine, the accident was weeks ago and you never talked like this... where is this coming from?"

I look down and am not sure whether I should explain it to him, afraid he might misunderstand. But he insists and his fingers grip onto my hips. I avoid his eyes when I try to explain my feelings to him:

"It's just... I wanted to be strong for you... you know... with your dad and then the plane crash and your injuries. I wanted to look after you, be your strength, be there for you. And I guess.. when we walked back into our apartment it suddenly hit me... I don't know... we are home and safe... and I suddenly realised what could have happened... I guess I need a moment to be emotional about it all."

He pulls be back into a hug and I hear his unneeded apology:

"I am sorry... I never saw... I never realised... I am so sorry, I should have been there for you more..."

"No Sonny... stop apologizing, I wanted to be there for you... and I was fine... It was just when we came back and... I don't know."

Being in his arms like this feels nice and I enjoy the way he hugs me close. His voice is determined when he says:

"Well then honey, now I am looking after you, OK?"

"OK."

We let go and I sit down at the kitchen table and wait for him to finish dinner. When he places my plate before me his hand is suddenly in my neck and he leans over me to kiss my lips. We have our dinner while discussing our upcoming activities, Sonny being happy to go back to work and I am happy to go back to University. After dinner I stand up to do the washing up, but he holds my hands:

"I am doing this, you relax..."

"I can do some washing up Sonny..."

"I am sure you can... but I got this..."

"OK then... I'll see what's on TV tonight then."

He just smiles and I am not sure what that smile means. But before I can ask his phone rings, so I get the TV guide and screen the channel listings. Hearing Sonny on the phone, doing dishes and just messing about makes me feel safe and at home. It feels how it should be and I resist the urge to stand up and hug him again. When he is finished he goes into our bedroom and it takes him a while to come back out. I wonder what he is doing but I am too comfortable on the couch to stand up and find out, so I just wait for him to reappear. When he walks back into the living room, he grabs the plastic bag he brought home from grocery shopping and returns back to the bedroom.

"Sonny..."

"Yeah..."

"What are you doing?"

"Just a minute and you will see..."

I remember the smile he smiled when I told him I was going to check the TV programs for tonight and I try to understand whatever is going on.

"Sonny?"

His face peeks out from behind the bedroom door:

"Yeah honey..."

"What are you doing..."

"Patience babe..."

"You know I don't have any... and you were smiling funny when I said about watching TV tonight..."

"Oh you saw that?"

"Yes, of course I saw that..."

"OK then, give me ten minutes."

I shake my head and check the clock to make sure I will not have to wait any longer than that. After eight minutes of waiting I hear his sweet voice:

"Will?"

I turn around and see him walk towards me. He pulls me up from the couch and walks me to the bedroom. Before he opens the door he looks at me:

"No TV tonight honey... because tonight I am looking after you..."

He opens the door and we walk into the most romantic setting I have ever seen. The lights are turns off, only the light of many candles colour the room. The bed is sprinkled with rose peddles and soft romantic music is playing in the background. Several bottles are displayed on our night stand and before I can figure out what they are for, I hear him say:

"I promised you a massage..."