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Chapter 21 – Anything For You

Randy

My eyes shot open, and I winced at the far too loud beeping of my alarm clock beside me. I leaned over and hit the snooze button, a sigh of relief leaving my lips as I turned over, burying my face in the pillow. I could see the light seeping through the curtains, and I knew I couldn't lie around much longer. I had to be up and ready for my therapy session in a few hours time... the one that Ella would be attending with me.

My eyes opened up once again, and I pulled myself up into a seating position, the sheets pooling around my waist as I ran a hand through my hair. The previous day ran through my mind over and over, and I didn't know whether to smile or sigh. Of course, I was happy that I'd made progress with Ella. She was back home, and that was all I ever wanted... but now that she was home, it wasn't quite what I expected. I knew I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up when she said yes to coming back with me, but I couldn't help being disappointed when she didn't want to stay in our bed. When she didn't want to kiss me...

But of course she didn't want any of that. Did I honestly think she was going to jump into my arms as soon as things started to improve?

Shaking my head, I threw the covers off and stood up, stretching out my aching limbs before I made my way towards the en-suite. It was barely 7am, I didn't want to wake Ella just yet, but I knew she'd be pissed if I gave her barely any time to get ready. Puffing the air out of my cheeks, I opted on a quick shower... then I'd face the always difficult task of waking Ella up.

Half an hour later, I was stood outside of the spare bedroom, my eyes trained on the closed door. I didn't know whether I was supposed to knock, or if I could just walk in. I'd put this off longer than I should have. After my quick shower, I'd suddenly decided to pack up my things that I needed for the day, then tidy up the already spotless bedroom. I groaned at how damn complicated everything was now.

Shaking my head, I reached for the door handle and opened up the door, peering around it to make sure it was safe. My gaze fell to the small figure under the covers on the bed, and my heart skipped a beat as I stepped into the room, silently shutting the door behind me.

I stood still, waiting till Ella stopped moving around before I quietly made my way towards her. I stopped beside the bed, perching on the edge of it as my eyes never left her face. She was so beautiful. I didn't know how I had gone so long without realising that.

And I couldn't believe that I'd hurt her.

I closed my eyes, vowing never to even get angry with her again... and if I did, then I was going to be the one that walked away. It would kill me to do so, but if it would be the best thing for Ella, I'd find the will to do it.

With a sigh, I leaned over, brushing strands of her hair from her face. She began to stir under my touch, and I dropped my hand to her shoulder, noticing for the first time that she was wearing one of my t-shirts. A small smile appeared on my lips, my eyes trailing back up to see that she was now awake.

"Randy?" She asked, her voice groggy as she tried to shake away sleep.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to wake you... it's just, we have to leave in around an hour and I thought you'd want to take a shower and what not before," I shrugged, suddenly realising that I was still holding onto her shoulder. I quickly pulled my hand away, not wanting to make her feel any more uncomfortable than she already did.

"Hmm..." She scrunched up her face, looking cuter than I'd ever remembered, before she sat up and smiled my way ever so lightly, "Yeah, I do. Thank you."

"Sure," I nodded her way, standing up from the bed and scratching the back of my head awkwardly. Ella stared my way expectantly, and it took me far too long to realise that she wanted me to leave, "So, umm... I'm gonna head down and make some breakfast. Would you like anything?"

"Pancakes?" She asked, and for the first time since she'd been home, I saw a glimmer of the old Ella. I grinned her way, amused that the thing that had gotten the most reaction out of her was food.

"Anything for you," I smiled her way, not overdoing it any further as I span around and left the room.

It didn't take me long to find all the ingredients I needed to make pancakes, so by the time Ella made her way downstairs, freshly showered and dressed in ripped light blue jeans and a white fitted tee, I was already placing them onto plates.

"Something smells good," She sat down at the breakfast bar, and I walked over, placing the pancakes down in front of her along with a bowl of fresh fruit, "This looks great. Thank you, Randy." She peered my way, the same smile appearing on her lips as earlier, the one that had made me realise the old Ella was still in there somewhere.

I sat down across from her, staying silent as we ate, but my mood was suddenly much improved. Maybe, just maybe, things were finally becoming right again.

"So, we're here..." I sighed, pulling the key from the ignition before I turned to look at Ella. Her eyes were fixed on the large building before us, and I smiled to myself as I climbed from the car and walked around to the passenger side, opening up the door and holding my hand out towards her, "Ready?"

"Umm..." She looked down at my hand like it was some kind of alien. I had to refrain myself from sighing. So much for things getting better. I was about to move away, not wanting to make things even more awkward between us, when she reached out and took a hold of it, "Sure."

I helped her from the car, my eyes wide from the fact that she actually wanted to hold hands, and I looked down to see her sending me an amused look. I squeezed her hand happily, sending her a quick grin before I led her inside.

"Hey Sandra," I smiled politely at the brunette behind the reception area. After our not so perfect first meeting, I'd managed to make her think a little more highly of me over the past few weeks, "I'm here for the usual."

"Hi Randy, it's good to see you," She smiled in return, momentarily looking at Ella before she spoke again, "You can head on in, a few others are already getting started with Carter."

"Alright, thanks," I nodded her way, before I span around and made my way through the familiar double doors, not once letting go of Ella's hand.

We stood still for a few moments, Ella taking in our surroundings, and me taking in nothing but her. My eyes travelled from her ponytail, to her perfectly toned body, to her gorgeous blue eyes. And then those lips...

"Randy?"

I jumped, turning quickly to see that Carter was stood directly in front of us, an amused smile on his face, "I'm glad you could make it..." He turned to look at Ella, a frown appearing on his face, and for good reason. I didn't even think he knew I was married. Ella hadn't exactly been easy to talk about the last few weeks, "And you must be..."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Ella smiled his way, never forgetting her manners as she held out her hand towards him, "I'm Ella... Randy's wife."

"Well, Ella, it's nice to finally meet you," He shook her hand, and I mentally reminded myself to thank him later.

"I was wondering if it'd be okay for her to help out today?" I spoke up, smiling lightly as she took a step closer to me.

"Of course," Carter nodded, quickly looking around the room to make sure everyone was okay before he pointed towards one of the many blue mats that graced the floor, "If you'd like to follow me, I'll help you get set up and you should be ready to go."

I nodded his way, the pair of us following him and taking a seat on the mat. I felt Ella squeeze my hand lightly, and I looked down at her, sending her the smallest of smiles. I couldn't put into words how amazing it felt to have her there with me. I'd finally have the chance to show her just how much I'd changed since the day she'd left.

"So, I think it's time to start with some light weights today, if that's okay with you?" He asked, waiting for me to agree before he continued, "Great, well I want you to do as many sets of ten with these as you can before it starts to get uncomfortable. Whatever you do, don't overdo it," He handed me perhaps the smallest pair of weights I'd ever seen, and a chuckle left my lips. I frowned his way, wondering if he was joking, but all he did was raise an eyebrow my way, "Yeah yeah, tough guy. You're laughing now, but wait till the hour is over." He laughed in return, before he turned to look at Ella, "Okay Ella, after each two or three sets, depending on how he feels, Randy's shoulders are going to be full of tension. If you want, and only if you feel comfortable doing it of course, you can give him a quick massage to help loosen them?"

"Okay... I can do that," Ella sounded reluctant, but she nodded his way.

"Alright," Carter smiled, noticing that someone else had just entered the room, "I've got to deal with everyone else, but I'll be back soon to check on you. If you need me, just shout," He began to walk away, but then paused, turning to look at us once again, "Things are going really well now, Randy. You're well on your way to recovery. You should be proud of yourself."

I waited till Carter was out of earshot before I turned to look at Ella, my smile widening as I spotted the look on her face.

"Recovery, huh?" She spoke up, a small smirk appearing on her lips as she walked around me, placing her hands on my shoulders.

"Yeah," I nodded, starting with my first set of weights. Even by the end of them, I could feel the burn from barely using my muscles for so long. I let out a sigh of relief as I finished the first two lots of ten, suddenly realising what Carter had meant by only using small weights, "I've been working harder than ever these past few weeks to get back to the old me," I spoke up quietly.

"Well..." I felt her hands gently run along my shoulders, before she began to gently massage them, instantly dulling the pain, "Carter said that you should be proud of yourself... and if it helps, then I am. Proud of you, that is." She spoke, and for the first time, I didn't bother trying to hide my happiness. Why would I, when things were finally going well for us again?