Home is You

Epilogue

Liam:

            "What are you doing in here, all alone, looking at your phone?"  Steffy says to me standing in the doorway a smile spread across her face.  I am sitting down on the bench against the window, looking down into my lap.  Steffy looks beautiful in her long, tight fitting, sheer sleeves gown.  She is wearing navy blue heels. Her hair is up in a fancy up do, with little ringlet pieces hanging down by the sides of her face. Her makeup is flawless.  She looks exquisite. She looks as beautiful as the day I met her.  I still can't believe she's mine.  Her smile turns to a face of concern as she rushes over to me, in slight panic.  "Are you having a flare up?" she asks with concern in her voice.  "Is it your hands?  I know they've been giving you more trouble than usual lately.  The new medicine that Dr. Roberts' prescribed isn't working?"

            I turn to her.  She is so amazing.  She is constantly thinking about me, the MS and how I might be struggling with it.  She has remained my constant support, regardless of what the MS throws at me.  She's remains steadfast in her love, compassion, and empathy.  She's been to every doctor's appointment through the years with me, and has been an amazing sounding board when I've been frustrated.  I am so grateful that she let me come home and chose to forgive me.  She's been understanding on the rare occasions that I have in the bedroom.  Surprisingly, the MS hasn't affected me too much in that department, I guess my desire for Steffy is much stronger, and able to overcome any symptom that might affect that aspect of our lives.   Unfortunately, I can't say the same about some of the other symptoms I've experienced, especially the hand tremors, muscle spasms and insomnia.   My gait has also become a little unsteady throughout the years.  I find myself on long days needing the help of a cane.

            Steffy has been amazing through it all.  She's had so much patience and empathy.  I don't know how many times she has rub my hands when they were in pain, or sat up at night with me when the insomnia it.

"Steffy, give it some time, Baby.  Dr. Roberts' only prescribe the medicine to me a couple weeks ago in anticipation of today.  I'm sure it's going to take a few weeks to kick in.  It's okay."

            Steffy sits down next to me and takes my hand."Here," she says as she places her hand over mine and begins to massage them softly, immediately releasing some of the pain.  She continues the slow pressure for a moment more before bring my hand up to her lips and kisses each of my knuckles.

            "Thank you, Baby," I say as I place a kiss on her cheek.

            "Do you want me to get some ice?" she asks with concern. 

            "No, I'm okay.  I'll get through it." 

            "Are you sure you want to do this?  You don't have to if you aren't up for it.  I'm sure she will understand.  She's just grateful that you are here."

            "No, I've waited twenty-five years for this day.  I'm going to see it through.  It gives me no greater joy.  I feel honored."

            Steffy smiles her radiant smile at me, as she holds her hands out to help me up. "Come on, she's waiting for you." Steffy quickly straightens my tie.

            "Let's go, but first," I say pulling Steffy towards me so she's flush against my body.

            "Liam," she squeals in surprise.

            "You look stunning, Mrs. Spencer," I say as I place a lingering kiss on her lips.  She opens her mouth briefly to let me in, before quickly closing it, to prevent it from going any further.