I was in the middle of my rehab exercises and swearing through the pain, Jackson walks into the room with a huge grin on his beautiful face. Glaring at him, I shake my head at him. The rules of rehab were no visitors were allowed during therapy, but as usual, he was able to waltz in. I didn't want him looking at me with sorry eyes, he didn't do any of this to me.
"Always pushing the lines," I mumble.
"NATE IS AWAKE." He shouts excitedly.
Tears stream down my face as I struggle to my feet. Jackson and my nurse both help me steady my feet. "I need to see him."
"I know." Jackson smiles at us.
I look at my nurse. "I promise that I will work extra hard tomorrow to make up for skipping this session. I just really need to see my brother."
"Avery, your brother is more important than any therapy right now. Go. Be with him."
Jackson grabs my arm for support. Rehab has been kicking my ass over the last couple of weeks, but I was determined to leave this place and never think about what happened again. My doctors were confident that I could be discharged in two weeks or less.
Once we get off the elevator in ICU, I want to run, but my body reminds me that we aren't at the point yet. Instead, I grab the railing and suck in air to my burning lungs. Jackson is looking around for a wheelchair and I yell at him to forget that idea. Gathering what little energy I have; I walk into his room and see him sitting up in bed. I start crying harder because there was a time that I didn't think my brother was ever going to wake up and come back to us.
Walking to him, I sit on the bed and reach for him. The two of us hug for minutes. "I love you," I whisper.
"Ditto." He kisses my cheek.
The doctor comes into the room and starts talking to my grandma and husband, but I'm too busy holding onto my brother to listen. All that matters now is that he's awake and living. We don't say much to each other, just keep smiling and hugging. We are both very lucky to be alive.
Jackson's phone starts ringing, and we all look at him.
"They can leave a voicemail." He shoves it back into his pocket.
"Jax, you should answer your phone." I scold him.
My brother's nurse interrupts us and tells the room that Nate needs his rest. I stay on the bed while his assessment is made, and I watch the nurse give him a bump of pain meds. Shortly after that, my brother is asleep, and we are heading back to rehab.
Once in the room, my husband's phone rings again. I look at him and he rolls his eyes before answering.
"Hello...nope...don't care...sue me then, I told you that I'm not leaving the hospital until Avery and her brother are out...why...because she's my best friend. Amy, I don't care about it...I'm not showing up for that either...great call Lexie and then my lawyer." He hangs up and I can tell he's upset.
"Everything okay?"
"Peachy!" He says looking towards the window.
"Are you going to tell me?" I push.
"No. You have enough to worry about. It's fine. I'm just having issues getting out of my next film." He shakes his head and takes a seat next to my bed.
"Go. It must be boring for you to sit inside this hospital with me day in and day out. You wanted to be an actor and make the big bucks...go do it. I'm sure my VIP hospital stay is going to set us back a couple of bucks." I tease.
He finally laughs and leans in to kiss my forehead. "Lady, I'll deal with the bill without leaving this hospital. Ava, don't you understand that I only joined your world to get close to you again? I thought if I could be in California with you, you would be able to see how much I loved you. For me, this was never about fame or money, although if we're being honest, both are nice to have. I did all of this for you, for us."
"Idiot. You didn't have to sign your life away to show me that." I grin. "I always knew or hoped that was the case for you being so dumb. But for what it's worth, I think you are a damn fine actor. It was a pleasure working with you, and I see big things for your future kid."
He crawls into the bed with me and wraps his arms around me tight. "I do too! I see myself marrying this hottie that I've dreamed about marrying my whole life. I think we'll have around six to eight kids together, have two dogs, and maybe split our time between two coasts."
I nuzzle into his neck with a smile. "She's a lucky girl."
"No. I'm the lucky one." He whispers.
My eyes feel heavy as he turns on the TV. We pick up where we left off with our favorite TV series. I'm on the edge of sleep when the question leaves my mouth.
"Jax, where was my mom buried?" I mumble.
His chest rises with his deep breath and I wait for the exhale before looking up at him. I see him chewing on his bottom lip before his blue eyes find mine.
"London. She's buried next to your grandfather. It's what your grandmother wanted. Now close your eyes and go to sleep. I love you, beautiful wife." He sweetly kisses my lips.
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Romantiek*** Complete Story*** Avery Weber was Hollywood's new "it" girl and all it took was one big movie to help her get there. She grew up in Upper East Manhattan, attended the finest private schools and got everything she ever asked for - except time wit...
