Sorry I haven't updated this in so long, I've actually been working on this a little bit here and there since Dec. of last year when my 37yr old husband had a really bad stroke.

He is currently home, still paralized and I have to do everything for him now as a fulltime caretaker. I'm still going to therapy and as of my last visit, had to have a crisis plan filled out and put into place because i am not doing well at all.

The stress on top of trying to keep us from winding up in debt and paying the bills and crap is really getting to me big time.

The link to my go fund me page and my online shops to earn money to help pay bills and for medicines and such are on my profile page. Anyone willing to help- we would greatly appreciate it.

I also have been doing some writing on Vocal media. It's mostly poems that I entered into a contest to win money- but I don't really have a whole lot of options since I'm disabled myself.


Finally managing to center his thoughts a little bit, he slowly stood to his impressive height and slowly, so as not to frighten his future mate, made his way over to the female and sat down on the edge of the bed where she was laying so as not to jostle her or anything and softly asked, "What's your name sweetheart?" in some effort to both distract her from the pain that she was in, and to learn something- no, anything about her, really.

Green eyes that had once been closed, automatically popped open and looked at him warily. Causing his heart to twist savagely in his chest since he knew that expression all too well.

That was the look of someone who had trusted and loved and been betrayed.

He knew that look and was familiar with everything that went hand in hand with it thanks entirely to Vinny's long lost mate, whom had been captured by rats during the war on their home planet and experimented on and brainwashed into thinking that she herself was a rat, and attacked them.

She lost her life in the conclusion of the attack, but at least Vinny had been able to reach the part of her that was still there in her mind and she had died herself rather than someone she wasn't.

Vinny, for all his joking around and playfulness still mourned her loss as if it were yesterday.

Deciding to see if he could coax his future mate into telling him her name, Throttle introduced himself. "I'm commander Throttle Thornboy. What is your name?" He asked again as he reached out and carefully brushed a few stray strands of her silken hair back from her face.

She frowned at him for a moment and started to open her mouth to speak when the giant reappeared tossing and catching a small bottle of pills with one gloved hand.

Abruptly she closed her mouth as the big guy said almost cheerfully, "These here were a little bit of a bitch to find. Especially since I had to translate every word on the bottle just to know what the hell it was. Not to mention the recommended dosage for someone her age and weight. But I managed. And now I can finally take care of our girly." He finished the last bit of the sentence with a wide grin that showed off his sharp teeth as he popped the lid of the bottle and rattled out three tablets and then held them out to Throttle.

His brother took the small tablets and carefully examined them for a moment before then slowly, and cautiously holding them out to his little mate. No need to startle nor scare the likely already overwhelmed female anymore than necessary. He thought to himself as he waited patiently for her to reach out and take the small tablets from his hand.

It took her several moments, but she finally started to do so. Slowly, very slowly, almost as if she were afraid that he might take hold of her arm and never release her or something- until finally her small slender fingertips ghosted over his palm and the tablets disappeared.

She placed them in her mouth and swallowed them as he settled his open palm on his thigh and waited several heartbeats before deciding to try learning her name again since his question before had all but been ignored. "Will you tell me your name please?" Throttle asked again, trying to hold back the strange feeling of desperation that was beginning to well up within him.

"Not supposed to give my name to strangers." Was all he got from her. Which he supposed was her kind's equivalent of one's name, rank, and serial number. Which was irksome to someone trying to gather information on their own future mate. However Throttle didn't let himself appear bothered by his little mate's response to his question.

He understood from his studies of earth culture that the whole- don't talk to stranger's thing- was taught to human children as a safety precaution when they were very young and vulnerable to the horrors of the world. As a way of protecting them and their innocence.

Throttle could appreciate this practice. And could see it's many merits. However right now it was being used to keep his mate's name from him... And he didn't really like that fact.

He made a thoughtful humming sound as his tail twitched for a moment. The slight action belying his agitation while simultaneously catching his Little mate's undivided attention. Catching her green eyes watching the movement of his tail curiously. Holding it out to her experimentally he asked, "Do you wanna touch it?"

She made an oddly endearing little squeaking sound and jumped a little bit as he flicked his tail back and forth in front of her face and nearly laughed as she tried to make excuses not to before finally giving in to her curiosity and reaching out and gently taking the tip of his tail in her small hands and pet it.

Throttle would be lying if he said that he didn't feel an unusual spike in arousal at the way that her small hand began to gently pet his tail. Fluffing the baby fine fur along it's tip with her fingers and then carefully smoothing it out again as he asked her if her ribs were feeling any better while she was distracted enough to let things slip.

She told him that her ribs were fine. She was still uncomfortable, still had trouble breathing a bit but as long as she didn't accidentally puncher a lung and start choking on her own blood then she should be fine in a few weeks. Besides, she let slip, it wasn't the first time that she'd ever had busted ribs and it probably wouldn't be the last time either.

She didn't seem to notice the eerie way that he went totally still, his scarlet eyes narrowing at her from behind his shades before he tried asking her again what her name was. Thanks to the fact that she was still distracted, she managed to let her name slip before finally catching onto his tactic and looking at him wide eyed in stunned disbelief before shoving his tail aside and then lying down facing away from him.

Everything in her body language told him that she was upset with him, though he didn't quite understand the reason why. It didn't however stop him from reaching out and gently brushing her long hair back from her face before then getting up and quietly moving himself to sit on the floor with his back to the bed where he would spend the rest of his night simply watching over his little Mya.