Leaving

A week later he'd finally gotten over the fever and was well enough to go home much to his relief. He didn't even insist he'd stayed in a week too long. He was just relieved the septicaemia was over and he could go home to his son finally. He was so grateful that Emily had been by his side through it all and had a very important question to ask of her.

When they arrived they unfolded the wheelchair and he rolled his eyes. Emily tried to mask a smile that the Aaron she had fallen for was back even though she'd fallen deeper for him when she had seen him so vulnerable and fragile; a side that he rarely showed.

"I am not getting into that," he said.

"Aaron, it's only to the car. You know it's hospital procedure," she answered.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" he grumbled getting into the wheelchair.

"No, I'm enjoying seeing you back to the man I fell in love with."

He smiled tenderly up at her. "I'm in love with you, too."

She kissed his hair knowing she definitely wanted more later once he was home. She knew she'd have to wait for full action but maybe they could have a little once he was settled into his place.

She went behind his wheelchair and was about to push him when he glared at her. "I can push myself," he growled.

"Aaron, the whole purpose of the wheelchair is so you don't pull your stitches," she answered taking the handles and pushing him out.

He suddenly realised Carrie hadn't come today otherwise Emily would be pushing her wheelchair since her sister still had her ankle and arm in a cast. Had she asked her to stay at home so she could push him about?

"Where's Carrie?" he asked her catching her off-guard.

Suddenly she realised why he'd asked and answered. "She's at yours. She wanted to help get it ready for you as much as she could...And before you say it if she was here I'd still be pushing your wheelchair. I'd just get Jessica to push Carrie's."

He scowled at her and she just got him in the car as they'd reached it. She was impervious to his growls, glares and scowls. She knew he was harmless unless you were a serial killer then you had to watch out.

Once in the cab she climbed in beside him and he leant into her. She wrapped her arms around him as he sunk further into her. He was just so relieved to be finally out of hospital and heading home to his son and hopefully a future with Emily.

Remembering the question he wanted to ask her he turned to her and asked, "Marry me?"

Did she just hear what she thought she heard? Had he really asked the question she wanted him to ask most of all? Was he being serious? "Seriously?" she asked not letting herself get her hopes too high.

"Seriously," he answered nervous. "I love you and from what I've seen over the last week you've led me to believe you return my feelings. Please say yes. Emily. Please be my wife."

"Yes," Emily cried. "Yes, I'll be your wife."

He took her face into his hands and pressed his lips against hers. She kissed his back and soon they had their hands in each other's hair while they kissed more and more passionately.

Soon she felt his member raise his head and pulled back. "Not yet, darling. You're not strong enough and it wouldn't do to pull your stitches."

"Damn it! Emily, you're killing me!" he answered frustrated.

"Darling, the wait will only make it that much sweeter," she answered tracing her hand down the side of his face.