Beautiful Minds (NG)

Chapter Thirty Six

*NASH'S POV*

I wake up the next morning feeling extremely happy. I open my eyes to a wheelchair and the sound of water. I scoot out into the chair, wheeling myself into the small bathroom.

"Morning beautiful."

She turns to me, smiling with toothpaste all over her mouth. I laugh, letting her rinse it off before grabbing her by the waist. I wrap my arms around her, kissing her side.

"Are you ready for today?" She asks, pulling back and squatting down to my level. I nod, pulling her back into the room with me and calling the doctor.

He comes in a few minutes later, and helps us check out.

"We will see you in 2 weeks." He smiles, waving as we leave. Freedom is all I can think about. El laughs, knowing exactly what I'm thinking.

"Ok before we get too crazy, school started like a week ago and you need to check on that."

"What's the date?"

"August 11th." She smirks a little bit.

"EL HOW COME I DIDNT KNOW!"

"IM SORRY I FIGURED YOU DID!"

She stops the chair to help me get in her car, and I wrap my arms around her, kissing her head.

"Happy Anniversary baby."

"I can't believe its only been 3 months." She says, sitting me in the passenger seat. 

"I'm glad its only been that long. It just means more time I still get to spend with you."

She blushes, pulling out of the parking lot and heading to the apartment. I reach over, placing my hand on her thigh.

She squirms, all her efforts to get my hand off her.

"Tease."

I roll my eyes, leaning over and biting the skin on her collarbone.

"Alright mister if you want to make it back home in one piece you better cut the crap."

I pull back, laughing as we pull into the parking lot. She helps me up the stairs and opens the door to the apartment.

"Welcome home!"

I smile, looking around at all the little decorations. Seashells, garland, pictures.

"Are you hungry?"

"No I'm ok. Let's watch a movie."

"Alright."

I stood up and slowly made my way into our room, smiling at the ruffled bed.

"I thought that was my side."

"It is."

She pulls the covers back and slides into the other side of the bed.

"I just... slept there while you were away."

I lay down next to her, her frail body wrapped around me as much as physically possible.

"El, have you been eating?"

"Yeah."

"El"

She sighs, her breath hitching and her body tensing.

"Baby,-" I trail off as she crawls onto my chest, her body shaking as she cries.

"El. Look at me."

She looks up, her clear, bright eyes dark and watery. I forget what I was going to say at the sight of her. Her cheekbones defined, her eyes dark and sunken in, her hair thinning.

I sit up, grabbing her wrists and turning them towards me. No cuts. I sigh in relief, pulling her back onto me and stroking her hair.

"You know every single day, while you weren't here, I went into the unfinished room and sat there with your hoodie. I would look through all the notes we passed back and forth and pray that you were ok."

"El."

"I thought you were dead Nash. I thought that I was going to be alone for the rest of my life, living with the guilt of what you have been through. Jasper is too smart for his own good, he knew the direct path to my heart. He ruined us."

"He didn't ruin us. He only made us stronger. And you wouldn't be alone for long. You would find someone else. Guys are always looking you up and down."

"Don't you get it," she laughs, sitting up," your the only one I want, and ever will want."

I stare at her for a minute, before pulling her down and kissing her passionately.  Her hands make their way down my torso, and within the next few minutes I am completely out of breath. I slightly push her back, laughing.

"Sorry." She smiles.

"I'm just not used to kissing anymore I guess."

She laughs, pulling my shirt over my head and laying her head on my chest.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"Not possible." She sings, rubbing my sides.

"Take off your shirt."

"What?"

"Take it off."

I sit her up, pulling the shirt off her body and kissing her forehead. I sit up enough so that she can lay on me, her warm skin pressed against me.

"What was the point of this?"

"Can I?" I whisper, swallowing as I slip my thumbs under the strap of her bra. She nods, wrapping her arms around my neck. I unclasp the back, slipping it off her shoulders and running my hands down her back.

"This is from the time you backed into the edge of a boat." I say, running my fingers over the small scar on her lower back.

"This is from the time you got hit with a dart because your siblings are lame." She laughs, touching the spot that was under the strap of her bra.

I name a few more of the spots and stories that goes along with them. She starts sitting up, but stops.

"Here." I hand her the bra, but she declines. She sits up all the way, blushing.

I laugh, pulling her back onto me.

"See, I do love you more."