Chapter 38
Starting to sweat was not a good thing. Sweat means fever which means infection. Closing his eyes he could see his training officer in the CIA. One bad fucker who knew how to push men over their limit and still have them meet expectations.
"Diego, you little piece of garbage, why are you here?" The sergeant waited for an answer. "What is your reason for being here, who sent you here?" Again, the sergeant waited.
"Little man, are you going to answer me?" Finally, his stick went up, and came down on Diego's hands resting on the table.
A blood curling scream came out as Diego felt at least three knuckles crack and heard them being broken. He then felt his collar get pulled from his shirt, he couldn't move his hand, he was sure most of it was broken.
Now, up against a concrete all he heard was that the voice again. "Why the fuck are you here? Can you handle this? I don't think you can handle this. You can't protect yourself. How are you going to protect the government? HOW? ANSWER ME!"
Huck finally opened his eyes. It wasn't his sergeant that had him up against the wall, it was Olivia. Feeling the sweat coming down his face, his clothes beginning to soak through, Huck did what Huck never does. He began to cry. He shook his head rigorously while it was up against the wall. "NO, NO, NO, I CAN'T DO THIS!" Huck wasn't sure now if he was screaming at Liv or his Sergeant, he had no fight left in him. Why did he choose the hand grenade?
"Do it, do it now." Back to the Sergeant's voice now. "I said now."
Before Diego could respond, his eyes began to burn, a deep painful burn and his body was dropped from the wall. He had to land on his feet and stay upright or he was toast, he knew that. "AHHHHHHHH" he lifted his hand to his eye, but it was broken, he couldn't do anything but contain his balance.
"Walk ten steps forward, grab the knife and cut the cadaver on the table, cut the left hand off, Diego, you have one minute."
Hearing the timer begin to tick, Diego let his fears go, the adrenaline of cutting something taking over his body. He couldn't see, his eyes had been pepper sprayed. This was a drill given to recruits to test stamina. He squinted, seeing a blurry handle on the table and he followed the blur.
He grabbed the handle and turned. Diego could barely see the cadaver, but he looked at the blur again. Why was the cadaver standing up? This was a trick, Diego thought.
He grabbed the wrist of the cadaver, and he held it up against the wall, pulling his hand back, ignoring the pain of the broken knuckles. Suddenly he saw the wrist clearly and her face came into view.
Huck's hand stopped in mid air. "NO! I won't do it, I won't." God, he was soaking, shivering, please take this all away he was silently pleading to himself.
A tender voice came through. "You won't do it, Huck, you can't do it, you love her, love Grant, too much."
"I loved you too." Huck squinted again. "I couldn't save you and now I can't save them. I don't even know if the grenade did its job. I AM A FUCK UP!"
Abby's red hair glistened in the light Huck saw. She came into view, blood all down her face. "Oh God, you see, you see, look what I let happen to you."
'You didn't let this happen, it happened, now you have them. They need you now. Take care of them Huck. Don't listen to that man." Abby pointed to the other side of the room.
Huck saw his former Sergeant standing there mad as hell with his arms crossed. Huck looked down and saw the wrist of the cadaver, a clean cut. Despite his broken hand and his pepper sprayed eyes, he did it. Through the fever, the hole in his leg that was infected, he did it. He accomplished the goal. He looked down at his leg.
"Oh no." He went to reach for it.
Abby took his hand. "You're fine, you're safe. You did what you had to do, you have to get some rest now, because more danger is on the way for Liv and Grant. Who's going to protect them?" Abby's hand went up and finally Huck felt the cold he was so longing for to take his sweat away.
"Take me with you Abby, please take me with you. I am no good here, he was right," pointing to the sergeant. "I'm no good for anyone."
"What about me? I love you Uncle Huck. You were with me when I was born, you held me first after my mommy, you love me," Huck heard the kid's voice, a little boy, no older than three.
He had sandy hair, blue eyes, and tan skin. He looked like someone Huck knew, he looked like the Governor of California, he looked like, like, "Fitz." Huck called out; he heard his own voice.
A small giggle came from the boy. "Mimi calls me that all the time, but I have to tell her I am Grant, not Fitz." Grant laughed again. "Hey, want to come play catch?" Grant looked at Huck's hand, bloodied and broken. He put his head down. "Never mind, you can't play catch, you're hurt."
"No, no, big guy, come here, I can play catch with you." Huck pleaded.
"Like hell you can, Diego, like hell you can, you can't do anything, remember, you're not good enough." Sergeant laughed resting his hand on Grant's shoulder, but it wasn't the Sergeant's face, it was Big Gerrys.
"Good try, but eventually I was going to get my heir, you tried, poor Dez, couldn't piece his body back together. I think we buried a leg and partial torso. Anyway, time to go Grant, let's play."
Two weeks ago
Liv had fallen asleep in Fitz's arms. He was rocking her, holding her close to his body. His neck was wet from her tears, but the smell of him, the warmth of him comforted her and she closed her eyes against him.
"Please, Fitz, please don't let Huck be dead. I can't bear to lose him, Abby, and Davis in a year. I can't." Her head went down, and she closed her eyes.
Fitz had no words. The best politician in the game and he had no words. He saw the inside of that cave once the fire was out, there were debris and body parts all over. On the stairs leading out, a piece of flesh from a leg.
Nothing fazed Fitz much in his life. He had seen his father do things so uncharacteristically, tell him stories about political pawns, showed him assassination attempts gone wrong, you name it, Fitz saw it. This scene though was beyond brutal.
Charred bodies, blood splatter, burnt body parts, it was something out of a war zone. It was something only Huck could do with or without planning. The first piece he wanted analyzed and rushed on from the lab was the piece of flesh.
His head rested now on Liv's head, tilted in sadness holding his wife. He didn't want Huck dead either. Davis, Huck, they would have both died saving Olivia. She couldn't live with herself if that was the case.
Fitz never wanted to be a stepping stone. That phrase "Serve at the pleasure of the president," he despised it. No one should ride or die for him, not anyone, certainly not his family. He didn't want anyone to serve at the pleasure of the Governor.
His phone began to buzz, and he looked at Liv. He tilted her body, and she comforted up to the pillow, not feeling the slight kiss her husband put on her cheek. Looking at his phone, he walked out of the room.
"The flesh came up no match, sir."
"No match to what?" Fitz was confused.
'Nothing, it belongs to no one."
Fitz's eyebrows went down in confusion. "What do you mean no one, it's someone's flesh."
"Nothing in any system and our system has everyone, sir."
"Do you hear yourself?"
"I do, we have a total though of twelve identifications, just the one you wanted expedited has no match. I am perplexed as well."
"He's a former CIA operative." Liv's words came back to Fitz from the weekend they met. "Ok, thank you, just keep me posted. Has the area been searched?"
"Within a hundred-mile radius, nothing found anywhere. No blood, no fluids, nothing."
It was as though Huck disappeared to thin air. Fitz rubbed his face. He went to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and climbed into bed with Liv.
After giving orders to be disturbed only with news of Huck, Fitz looked at the dark ceiling. Liv must have sensed him in bed with her, and her head went to his chest, as he wrapped his arm around her.
She popped her head up, looked around the room, saw Grant and gave a sigh of relief. Fitz was rubbing her back now, looking at her. "Any word on Huck?"
He shook his head. "No, nothing, I have everyone working on it Liv, I do."
"I know." She rubbed his chest before laying back down. "He's alive, Fitz, I feel it in my gut." As she used the finger to rub circles around his chest, she began to sigh. It came out as a sighing laugh. Fitz felt the teardrop from her eyes, and he pulled her closer.
She swallowed hard and began to talk. "He was there with me the whole time, the whole pregnancy. He knew there would be times he may not be there, so he hired Davis." Liv stopped talking.
"Huck was so heartbroken after Abby. He never cried, never spoke of it, just went on his usual mission of protecting and technology." Liv shrugged a bit, rubbing across Fitz's abs.
"That night when Grant was born, Huck scooped me up and took me to the hospital. I had to convince him to use the car, he wanted to do it on foot. Said he carried men for miles in his CIA training." She gave a bigger laugh now. "He said he was bruised, beaten, and bloodied, but still managed to complete the training of saving cadavers that had to be carried for miles." Her head shook now, thinking of him.
"Besides me, Livvie, I don't think I would have accepted anyone else witnessing the birth of our son." Fitz's hand went down her smooth back.
"They thought he was the father and Huck took it all in. He knew they would let him stay. He even told the nurses they weren't allowed to touch Grant." Liv's eyes went to his cradle now. "Grant's biggest protector." Her nose nuzzled now into Fitz's chest.
"I grew so tired. I wanted to stay up the whole night. It was Grant's first night in the world and I wanted to watch him every minute of it. I couldn't though. Huck took him from me, carried him to the window and looked out at all the city light. He began to tell him a story and I fell asleep to the gentleness of his voice."
"For some reason gentleness and the name Huck don't seem to sound right." Fitz smiled.
"I know, but with Grant, he was so different, so determined to be someone in his life that Grant could trust, always." Liv choked back tears. She went on top of Fitz now.
Resting her forehead on his, she looked in his eyes. "He can't be gone, Fitz. He just can't be." Fitz's thumb wiped the tear before it fell.
"I know, we're trying, we're looking. Would there be any trace of Huck in any database as far as DNA?"
Liv looked at him curiously. "No, he's been CIA protected or whatever that means. He told me he basically doesn't exist. Why?"
"Just trying to get DNA matches on all the…." He paused. He closed his eyes thinking of that scene. "Of all the body parts."
Liv saw it affected him too. "Seeing that scene must have been difficult, no matter who the victims were, I presume."
Biting his bottom lip, his hands wrapped around her back, he looked at her. "It was horrendous and my only thought was only Huck could do this much damage."
Liv's lips connected with his and that kiss was the comfort they both needed. He felt her need as her lips went down harder, pushing her tongue inside, and beginning to breathe heavily. "I need you so much Fitz." Liv pushed her bare chest down onto his feeling her breasts on his skin and suddenly her fear of Huck being gone became a yearning for her husband, one that could take away the pain briefly.
His fingertips now, slowly moving up and down her sides, Liv reached down, sliding her body a bit and took off his boxers, letting his rock hard cock escape the captivity it was in.
She looked at him now. He looked so fucking good, his arm bent around the top of his head, his other hand on her hips, and she knelt over him cupping his face and taking him in for a kiss.
Her tongue outlined his lips and before she took over control of their love making, she choked back tears once more. "I love you so much Fitz." Her body weakened and her bottom slid right onto his dick.
She was so wet for him, and his arm stayed around his head as his eyes opened and he watched his beautiful wife ride him slowly, almost painfully. Both her hands were on his chest, and she was moving in slow motion biting her bottom lip.
Fitz felt all her juices suffocate his cock, and his one hand grabbed her ass cheek and moved her up and down, as if she needed any help. "You feel so good Livvie."
Her head fell now, going for his lips but landing on his neck, as she opened her mouth to kiss him, but stifled a moan into his neck as she climaxed slowly, her body feeling the sensation from toes to stomach.
Feeling her walls explode, Fitz finally sat up, wrapping his arms around her, and he felt himself go deeper into her. His hand cupped the back of her neck and his lips overtook her wide opened mouth.
As she welcomed his tongue into her mouth, he stopped and his cheek was against hers and he grinded his teeth. "I. Love. You." Her hand pulled at his curls, as another climax hit with his, and he came slowly also, inside his beautiful wife.
They looked at each other now, their foreheads connecting again, Fitz still inside her. He pulled her to his shoulder for a hug, a comforting hug.
With all the stress and worry about Huck, the weakness her body was feeling before the love making, and the desire for her husband, this was the result of conceiving their second child.
Neither one of them thinking about it during love making, not using a condom now out of instinct, and the worry of Huck being alive, just took away any thoughts of pregnancy, and it happened when they were least expecting it. The realization would be weeks away, but for now they just fell in the comfort of each other's arms.
Elbows, use your elbows. Huck remembered his training. He tried to use his elbows, but his leg was throbbing. Why was his leg throbbing? He tasted dirt, smelled smoke, felt weak. "WEAKNESS IS FOR FOOLS, ARE YOU A FOOL."
His voice again. "NO SERGEANT!"
"Then don't be a fool, look."
Huck looked over and saw the train tracks. They were the ones he was by when he killed Bruce a few days ago. The tracks were clean, that means they're used. A train, that was the answer, get on the train and get closer to Santa Barbara.
"There, try to move now." Diego heard his scream as his Sergeant cut his leg open. "Go, now, crawl, crawl and get the cadaver, carry him one mile over there." He waited and Diego knew he was waiting for him to fail.
Failure was not in his vocabulary. Diego used his elbows, he crawled using his elbows because his leg was cut and throbbing, he couldn't use one leg to crawl, but he could use two elbows.
Trying to stand now to get the cadaver, his leg gave out in pain. He looked down. He had to stop the bleeding first. He can't save anyone or anything if he can't save himself. Diego ripped his pants and he saw the open wound. Using the fabric, he applied pressure and then tightened a strap of the fabric around the wound.
"Good to go." He limped over and dragged the cadaver one mile, but it felt like a hundred. Then he felt quick, fast movement, and he rested.
"Blueberry, you're favorite, now eat." Huck looked up and saw MiMi smiling. "It's not that bad, you always like my cooking, why the long face?"
"We lost Grant. Big Gerry has him now." Huck pounded the table, and remembered his hand was broken.
"We'll get him back, not to worry. Fitz won't let that evil man have him. You'll see. Now stop thinking about it. You did all you could to save him, it was bound to happen." MiMi gave a pat to his shoulder and she walked away.
The sweat began to consume him, and his body shaking from the train, it was beginning to take its toll. He had to get off of the train, but where was he, was he close to Santa Barbara?
The freight train slowed down, came to an almost still, and in the dead of the night, Huck followed the light of the moon, infection beginning to overtake his body, but he had to move on, go, for the sake of Olivia and Grant.
Three days later
"You couldn't have just waited, maybe two more days, give Huck time to come out of hiding?" Liv was holding Grant on her hip walking now to the beach house from the Santa Barbara main house.
Fitz was trying to keep up with her, walking at his fastest pace, but Olivia was mad. She was mad, confused, worried, stressed, and now hurt. "Liv will you wait?"
"No, I'm not waiting, I can't believe you did that." Grant's little arm reached out to his father as he saw him walking behind. "Da"
"Da can go back to the house." Liv kept walking, then slowed down at the thinking garden. She squinted at the lavenders and took a deep breath, hugging Grant now pulling him close and kissing him.
She felt Fitz put his arm around her. "Livvie."
"It was the wrong choice." Liv was talking about the appointment of Chester Daniels to take over Sanderson's place in the California Senate. "It should have been Joyce."
Fitz guided her down to the bench and took Grant out of her arms. "I couldn't Liv, think about it, will you, just stop and think." He hated fighting with her.
With still no word or trace of Huck, Liv was in overdrive. He knew she wasn't sleeping or eating and his time was scarce having to be at the statehouse, then back to the Santa Barbara home, he didn't have time to argue with her.
"Joyce and Vivian are running a rigorous campaign, you could've."
"NO!" He didn't mean to yell, but he did. Liv couldn't be making the political decisions in this state of mind, she was too vested. "Sanderson's last words were accusing you of ousting him by running Joyce's campaign. How would it have looked if I just appointed her after his questionable death?"
Liv turned towards him, her face flushed with anger, and he watched it soften just a bit. "Don't you see, Liv, my father knows Sanderson bled out on that stage. You don't think he's going to do something to hang that over our heads some way, We have to play this right."
"Chester is one of the most conservative republicans in the California Senate. Why him?"
"Because why not? He's not going to have time to use the power, and I get the final decision, that hasn't changed."
Grant lunged forward, wanting back in his mother's arms. She took him and straddled him on her lap as he fiddled with the lavender necklace she had on. Liv's lips went to his head, gently kissing him and taking in his baby smell.
Fitz rubbed his son's curls. "You haven't eaten." Fitz looked at Liv.
"You should have seen the look in Erin's eyes when I told her we couldn't find Huck. It's like she lost a child all over again." Rocking Grant now, he was falling asleep in his mother's arms, his aunt Abby's memorial in the background.
Not wanting to say it out loud, Fitz didn't have any idea how Huck could still be alive. Missing that chunk of leg, he had to have bled out, or died of infection by now. "You're still…" he stopped shy of saying mourning, "stressed about Huck's whereabouts. It's understandable."
"Is your father still here, in the state?"
Fitz shook his head. "Yeah, the reading of Dez's will is tomorrow, he's going to get an outrageous sum of money, no doubt to use in any way to keep Joyce out of the Senate."
"What's on his agenda?" Fitz noticed Liv pulled Grant even closer. She would never feel safe, he could feel that.
"He's going to get his buddy Demp to introduce a bill to get the library in San Diego named after Sanderson."
"It'll pass." Liv stared straight out towards the lavenders. "Corruption always wins. Like Chester getting to be speaker of California."
"Liv please." Fitz didn't have the strength anymore.
"I'm going to be in Los Angeles tomorrow, my minimum wage bill is being announced."
"It' a good bill." Liv was trying to stand up, but her body was weak. Fitz was right she hadn't eaten and she was feeling it. She didn't dare move to scare Fitz. "It's going to help the ones who need it the most." She shifted Grant a bit.
"Here, let me take him, let's go get something to eat." Grant rested his head on his father, not even opening his eyes.
Liv looked at her son while she was walking slowly back now, her hand interlocked with Fitz's. Seven months had flown by, and as Liv thought about all of the milestones Huck would miss if he didn't come back, her thoughts went back to Erin.
"If he is dead, he did it so you and Grant can live a happy life, without fear." Erin tried to calm her thoughts and comfort Olivia.
"If he isn't dead, he's fighting for his life and Huck is one hell of a fighter. I don't want him in pain." Liv counteracted Erin.
Erin walked to the window holding Grant. "He's not dead. He isn't. Huck wouldn't miss Grant growing up." Erin shook her head. "That's it, I refuse to believe he's dead." She placed Grant down on Liv's bed and walked out of the room.
Since that day, two days ago, Erin hadn't even looked at Liv. If Huck was dead, why didn't Erin have the right to blame Liv. She let Olivia off the hook for her own daughter's death , now…
"We're on our way." Liv looked up at Fitz, putting the phone back in his pocket. "Mimi telling us dinner is ready." They stopped before going in.
"Are we ok?" Fitz asked.
Liv's tears began to build up. Right now the California Senate was the furthest thing from her mind. She just wanted Erin ok, Huck ok, to get back into some routine. She shook her head. "Yeah, we're ok."
Using his other shoulder, Fitz pulled her close and the little family of three hugged close together, still under the close watch of Luther and Tom standing close by.
Huck recognized the back woods. He walked them in the dark, in the daylight, and at dusk to know all the surroundings for Liv and Grant. Huck was close to the Santa Barbara house.
"The house is burning, there's three cadavers inside. Go get them." Diego turned to his sergeant.
"It's too hot." Diego could feel the heat on his body, the sweat coming down, soaking the ripped clothes he had on. "Besides, my hand isn't even usable anymore." It was a bunch of limp bones.
The Sergeant swept Diego's leg, the cut one, the one Diego barely got to stop bleeding. Diego went down, hitting his head, now that was bleeding. "TOO HOT? WHAT ABOUT THE ONES YOU LOVE DYING IN THERE?"
Diego knew that was a trick. There wasn't anyone he loved enough to run into a burning building to get. No one was that important to him.
"Look closer, Diego, real close."
"We're in here Huck. We're waiting for you." Huck squinted feeling the heat from the fire, trying now to see through the stinging of blood going into his eyes.
"Olivia, Erin, Grant, get out of there." Huck tried, he felt his breathing going weak.
"We can't. We won't go without you." Erin was huddled with Liv and Grant, the fire raging behind them.
"Crawl Diego, crawl." His Sergeant's voice came back.
"Shut the fuck up! My family is in there."
"All the more reason to crawl." The voice changed and Huck looked back.
"Davis?"
"You look like shit." Davis said. "umm, you going to get them or what? Remember I'm out of commission. If they lose you, well then…"
"I'm going." Huck saw Davis look at him up and down.
"Your leg is partially gone, you're bleeding profusely from it, you're sweating, your hand is rubber, and your head is beginning to ooze blood to cover your face. Just where are you going like that?"
"To get our family." Huck crawled on what little strength he had left.
"You promised me, buddy, you did, remember. You said if anything happened to me, you take over and if anything happened to you I would take over. Well, now we're in a bind because look at the change of events."
"I'm not leaving them." God, his body was on fire. He began to feel his body shake, convulsions, Huck knew that feeling. "No, I'm not leaving them."
His elbows had no strength left in them, and the infection in his leg was too much. His dizziness from the head wound was weakening his body and Huck finally gave in to his body's pain. He could no longer go on, and he fell, at least on his back, so he could see the dark sky eventually light up.
"I'll just rest for five minutes, then I'll get my family out of the burning building. Just five minutes." Huck's eyes, for three long days hadn't closed, but now they did, and his breathing grew shallow.
Hearing them through the monitor gave her a bit of comfort. Feeling stronger after Mimi's delicious chicken soup and a nice hot shower, Liv was listening to Fitz read to Grant. Each word Fitz said came with a grumble babble from Grant.
Liv smiled. It was the cutest, by far Grant had sounded. They were just sounds, but they came after every fourth word Fitz said from the book. "Yes said the worm." Liv heard the page turn and a little "baa" sound.
"I have one too." Fitz read.
"Eh" the little voice followed.
Then, the little voice was no more and Liv saw Fitz put Grant down for the night. When he came in the room Liv was finally smiling. "Well that was the most adorable thing I've heard."
"I think he's reading quite well for a nearly seven month old." Fitz crawled on the bed, kissing Liv from stomach to lips. "Hi." He said as his eyes met hers.
"Hi." She kissed him. "What time?" Liv pouted.
"4 a.m" Fitz took a deep breath. "I'll be quiet." He kissed her neck.
"Well, I don't want to be quiet for the next half hour."
Fitz looked at the clock. 9 pm. "Sounds fair." And Fitz made his way back down the bed, as his tongue began first to pleasure Mrs. Grant.
He woke up with her wrapped in his arms, spooning her from the back. He gently took his arm out from under her. He held his head up with his hand and looked at her.
She had finally eaten, seemed a bit calmer, but who knew what today would bring? He kissed her gently on the cheek. Not knowing or the least bit aware their second child was beginning to grow inside her, rubbed her gorgeous stomach. "I love you Olivia."
"Why are you up at this hour?" Fitz looked at MiMi. "I could get breakfast on the way."
"You think he's dead, don't you?" MiMi placed some juice and eggs in front of Fitz and sat next to him.
His lips smirked up, sadly and he looked at her. "From what I saw at that scene, yes, I think he's dead, but I'm having a hard time getting a body to Liv."
"I can't believe he used a hand grenade. He gave that fucker the ultimate good bye." MiMi thought of Dez's demise.
"Huck goes hard for those he loves." Fitz took a sip of juice.
"Which is why I don't believe he's dead." MiMi took Fitz's hand. "He loves those three way too much to leave them. He's…"
A thud on the door and Tom swung it open. "SIR"
Fitz and MiMi jumped up. Staring at the same thing in disbelief, the same thing Tom was looking at. It was Huck. A beat down, bloodied mess of a body, but it was Huck.
Fitz felt his breath finally come back. "Is he alive?"
'Barely." Tom and Luther lifted him into the house. "I'll call Evan to get the medics and doctors needed." Tom took his phone after putting Huck on the bed in the spare room.
"You said you wouldn't wake me up." Liv moaned as she saw Fitz sitting fully dressed at the edge of the bed. She knew that look. She sat up holding the sheet around her chest. "Is it Huck?"
"Yes, he's alive. He's downstairs." Liv went to lunge out of the bed. "Liv, it's bad. He's missing part of his leg, he has a bad infection, his hand is broken in many areas, and he has a significant head wound."
She got dressed quickly, then stopped and held her head in her hands. "Will he make it?"
"Doctors are with him now. I don't even know where they're going to begin."
Liv hugged him. "You have to go."
"I can postpone…"
"No, you have to go, this is important, you're the Governor, it's your bill, go, take care of it." He pulled her to him. "Every minute, I want an update."
Present day: Two weeks after the grenade
The tiny voice was coming into focus, then the soothing voice, back to the tiny voice. Huck thought of when Liv would read to Grant, every day, she would read the caterpillar book. He heard that now, but with little repeats of sounds.
His head was pounding, his leg not so much throbbing anymore, and his hand in a cast. "Liv?" Huck's first word waking up from a five day coma.
"Erin, he's waking up."
Huck looked at the red hair coming towards him. Still groggy from the ordeal he said "Abby."
Erin took his hand. "No, Huck, it's Erin, welcome back to us." Huck felt her kiss his cheek.
Liv sat with Grant on her lap. "Look, Grant, Uncle Huck is awake." Liv leaned over and kissed him. "Thank you for coming back to me, Huck. I love you."
Huck nodded, still unsure of what exactly happened. With the constant medical care, the love of is family, and his slow healing, things will become clear in time.
Right now, he was just going to rest his eyes, and enjoy the sounds of his family around him. Before his eyes completely closed he heard another voice he loves so much. "Hurry up and get strong, I have a dozen blueberry waffles waiting for you." MiMi rubbed his cheek and whispered in his ear.
"You are the toughest son of a bitch I've ever met. I knew you were alive." She kissed him and took Grant from Liv as her and Erin would stay by Huck's side for as long as he needed.