Hi guys, sorry for such the long wait but here's the next chapter. Please don't with hold reviews as punishment.
"I missed you Mama." A week after I had woken up it was my first day home and Eli had been glued to my side the entire morning.
"I missed you too Eli. Were you good for Angela and Popo?" He nodded his head.
"Where's Dad?" Apparently over these past few weeks Eli had grown more into the habit of calling Jacob "Dad", something I had no problem with.
"He and Uncle Sam are packing up his apartment so he can live here with us." Jacob had really been pushing for me to let him move in so he could take care of me full time. The only reason why I had consented was that I was hoping to use this as leverage when talk about his fast approaching tour eventually came up. Sam had called me the other day and told me Jacob was leaning strongly towards cancelling it, something I didn't want him to do.
"Will he sleep in my room?" Eli asked excitedly.
"I'm sorry superman but I called dibs when he first told me he was moving in." He scrunched up his face over-dramatically and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Dat's no fair Mama!" I held back my laughter.
"You know what I think would solve this problem?"
"What?" He huffed.
"Ice cream." In an instant my little man was happy again.
"Oh Mama, you're da bestest." He ran off towards the kitchen to find Angela and I texted her to let her know I had approved the ice cream.
Jacob moving into the house was not as disruptive as one might think, since the majority of his wardrobe and necessities were already in my house. I told him however to feel free to change one of the spare rooms into a man cave of sorts and another into an office, personally I was happy to find a use for some of these extra rooms. I had also given permission for a couple of the rooms to be renovated into a fitness/rehabilitation room for when the metal prison gets removed from my leg.
Two hours and one shared bowl of ice cream later Eli jumped to his feet when he heard the front door open.
"I go make sure it's someone you like." He told me before bolting out of the room with his arms outstretched to mimic superman. Soon enough I heard his little feet padding back into the room.
"It's Dad and Uncle Sam and Uncle Sam has a 'tack of folders dis big." He spread his arms as far apart as they would go. Sam did have a lot of folders in his hands, all of which he settled beside of me.
"These are all the applicants for the role of manager Bells." I had asked him to post something after I finally fired Michael. Somehow being asked if I want a movie to be made about my life a day after I awoke from my coma didn't seem very professional for me.
"Thanks so much Sam, I promise I'll pull through on my side of the deal."
"Fuck Jake, that hurts." A couple hours after Jacob and Sam were done unpacking he was apparently stimulating the muscles in my legs. What that really meant is while my one leg hung in a high tech elevation device (a sturdy loop of material that hung from a hook in the ceiling); Jacob poked and prodded my other leg.
"I'm sorry Bells but the nurse told me I needed to do this to prevent blood clots."
"Please tell me you only have to do it to this leg." He looked away from me before speaking.
"I'll be gentler on your other leg because it's healing but the nurse assured me the metal would prevent any of the healing from coming undone." I narrowed my eyes at him.
"If I can barely stand you doing this, how do you think I'll tolerate the other leg?" He shrugged.
"I'll just give you a couple of pain pills before I start on that leg, now stop distracting me." True to his word he brought me medication and gave it time to take effect before he started on the next leg.
"I want pie." Of course the problem with painkillers is that they don't create the most intellectual people.
"There's no pie in the house Bella, if you want something sweet you'll have to settle for ice cream."
"But I don't want ice cream." I pouted causing Jake to laugh.
"If you'd like I can get you pie tomorrow."
"Why can't we get it now?"
"Because all the pie stores are closed for the night."
"Well that sucks." I huffed still confused about why Jacob was laughing. I stayed quiet for a while until another thought entered my mind.
"I'm going to miss you Jakie." He looked up in confusion.
"What do you mean Bella? I'm not going anywhere." I raised an eye brow at him.
"That's a lie; you have a tour in like two months." His face went pale.
"I'm not going on tour until you're better Bella; I need to be here to take care of you." I shook my head, probably a little too hard.
"I can always hire a nurse but Sammy boy can't hire a new Jake."
"You don't know what you're saying Bells, you're high on painkillers. You won't even remember this conversation tomorrow."
"That doesn't matter because you will and you need to go on tour." He completely stopped rubbing my leg and instead came to sit beside me.
"Why do you want me to go away so badly? Are you mad at me Bella?"
"No you dummy, I love you and that's why I want you to go. Your dream is to be a rapper not a nurse."
"My dream is to be with you."
"And I'll be here whenever you call, text, skype and when you come back. Your opportunity to tour isn't going to wait for you though." Jacob shook his head at me slowly.
"You sounded really put together for someone who's supposed to be on horse tranquillizers." I shrugged.
"What can I say? I'm suffering from L.O.P." He looked confused.
"What's L.O.P?"
"Lack of pie." I told him before starting to giggle, who didn't know what L.O.P was? Geeze. Jacob, realizing I was in fact higher than the moon carefully undressed me then redressed me in pajamas. After positioning a pillow so my leg could lie comfortably he pulled up my covers and kissed me on the forehead.
"I'll go on the tour if it means that much to you Bells." I smiled contently and closed my fluttering eyelids.
"The doctors all say that it's good to walk on my leg, it's supposed to help it heal faster." I told a stubborn Jacob who wasn't wanting me to try and stand up.
"Bella the rest of your body is still trying to recover, I don't want you falling and fucking everything up."
"But I'm going stir-crazy Jake. If I have to lie in this bed for one minute longer I'm going to scream." He looked nervous and that was understandable, when it has come to me in the past few days Jacob has started behaving like a new mother.
"How about you hold out your arms and stop me before I can fall."
"Your legs are weak Bella, you haven't stood in weeks." I could tell he was running out of reasons for me not to walk.
"Please Jacob; I don't want to run a marathon I just want to walk a couple of feet." He sighed, his black eyes showing defeat.
"Fine but the moment you look unsteady, I'm putting you back onto your bed." I kissed him softly on the lips.
"Thank-you so much." Jacob took a step away from the bed, standing close enough so he could help me up but not too close as to be in my space.
I felt my toes graze the floor and took a breath before I adjusted my weight so I was standing.
"You're pretty wobbly." Jacob sounded stressed but I was too focused on getting passed the pain of standing to listen to him. Carefully I stepped forward with my good leg before attempting to move my other one, wary of the fact that the fixators kept in from bending. I took a couple more baby steps, supervised by my mother hen of a boyfriend before I held out my hand.
"Stay still Jake, I want to try something." It felt like hours as I slowly made my way the three feet between Jacob and me until we were standing chest to chest. Eagerly, I pulled his shoulders down so I could place each hand on the back of his neck. And then, I kissed him.
"What was that for?" Jacob asked once we had parted."
"Just because." I shrugged. Jacob grinned at me before placing me back in the bed.
"You know what would make this moment better?" He looked at me curiously.
"What?"
"Pie, I believe you promised some to me last night."
There you go, sorry for the wait!