Tom and Desai are brought together by circumstance, friendship, and understanding of what each other really need from the other. A monster threatens their happiness, but they rise above to reach the pinnacle they both want and need. True love always...
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Thomas didn't like the idea of Desai being in what he considered his house and balked at seeing a therapist, but then he did see the reasoning behind it when he was told by his neurologist that this type of amnesia could affect his career; meaning he could lose more of his memory.
He decided that he couldn't afford not to see a therapist.
As it was close to time to speak with his financial advisor and being naturally curious about his funds; did he still have enough to support himself? When he and his financial advisor sat down to discuss things as they did twice a year he was shocked with the amount in the, now joint, account.
How had she made that kind of money? Why would she, as he was informed, insist on a joint account when she had the most money? He decided he would ask Luke and his mum about it, he was more than a little curious about her now. Not all of his curiosity was about the money either.
And he wasn't sure how he felt about that.
She had been nothing but kind to him.
And he had been nothing but an ass to her.
After that admission, he realized that he not being attracted to her was in fact not true, but just the opposite, so much so that it scared the living shit out of him.
Desai, came in from her bedroom dressed in a pair of ecru colored drawstring pants, with lace and ruffles at the bottom of the wide legs paired with brown sandals and a slightly darker colored cropped button up top, the outfit on anyone else would have looked slouchy, but on her ... he mentally told his dick. Stay down!
"Going somewhere?" he asked casually.
"Ummm, yeah," she said fussing with her abundance of hair as she tried to put it up in a messy bun. "I want to pick up some fresh fruit and some other things from the grocer, not much just enough for the next couple of days. And I have an appointment with my gynecologist. Do you need for me to pick up anything for you?" she asked as she gathered up her bag slinging it up and over her right shoulder. Fully expecting him to be short with her. She had come to expect it. He was a different person now. His personality wasn't as it had been. She could only pray and hope that he was in there somewhere and that he would eventually come back.
She was natural grace, he realized as he watched her. Why hadn't he noticed that before now?
He sat up and made sure to make eye contact as he answered her, "I can't think of anything, Desai. However, I do appreciate you asking. The children going with you? There isn't anything wrong is there? I mean for you to be seeing a doctor."
She shook her head knowing that there was a shocked expression on her face. Why was he being nice of a sudden?
He watched as a few curls that had escaped the bun seemed to dance around her face and shoulders his fingers fairly twitched to feel them.
