Ty
It's been almost two weeks since Ben's accident. He hasn't woken up yet, but the doctor says he should soon. Weston is supposed to be meeting me at the hospital tonight.
I haven't really talked to anyone, or moved at all. Only from my room to the hospital. I'm exhausted, and mentally drained.
Everyone in the family seems to be quiet.
Mac has been the only one keeping everything together. She helps the kids feel better, and she's been helping Jess around the house. They all love her so much.
With Aaron, and now Ben, I have been completely fucked.
Jess just left for her last day of school, and the kids have a week left. Mac and I were home alone. I decided to smoke a joint on the back patio while she sang songs.
She sang, but stopped suddenly.
"What?" I asked.
"I think I just gotta go, I'm getting all jittery" Mac got up.
"I can meet you there".
Mac sighed, "I'm sorry. I just... I just feel weird lately".
"I get it, go".
Mac rushed back into the house and left. I was alone, and I was alone for a while. I got pretty stoned. The couch felt like memory foam, and I sank into it. My eyes were glued shut, but I couldn't sleep.
There was a knock at the door.
I took a deep breath, and it was quiet. It wasn't long before there was another knock. I was wide awake now.
I jumped up, "Coming".
I went and opened the door. His back was facing me. He was wearing a white t-shirt tucked into fashionable baggy jeans. Then he turned around.
It was Aaron.
"Aaron?" I couldn't believe it.
He took a second, "Y-Yeah".
I felt like crying, "You're here?".
"I guess so," Aaron looked at his hands, "I went to a therapist for the last couple months. I figured... I figured I was ready".
I grabbed his hands gently. He grabbed mine.
"You're shaking" Aaron whispered.
I wiped a tear off my face, "You have no idea how happy I am right now".
He smirked as he wiped a tear off my face, "You have no idea how happy I am right now. Jesus".
"You're really back?" I asked.
"As of yesterday" Aaron nodded.
I placed my hand on his cheek, "Really?".
"Yeah" Aaron started to cry a little.
"Please don't ever leave me again. Please".
"You got it".
I kissed him, and we stared at each other after. It felt really nice.
"Why don't you come in? We can talk and stuff like that".
Aaron nodded.
I brought him inside and I felt fuzzy. I faced the wall and tried to make it less obvious. I tried to not get hard, but it was difficult. I thought it was be this amazing and sentimental moment. All I can think about is how much I wanna fuck him.
Our relationship before he left was mostly fucking anyway.
He reached around and grabbed my dick, "Knew it".
