He Saved Me 2

Moody

Landon's POV

I was able to leave 2 days after my surgery. Now it's been a couple of weeks and I'd be lying if I said I felt okay. I mean yes, I haven't had a seizure yet, but this pain is difficult to deal with.

It's been a long time since I've experienced always having a bad migraine, but damn...

Arely is a huge help to me and I don't think I would be okay if she wasn't with me. Jr. also helps too. Even though he doesn't know it, he helps keep my mood up.

"Did you take your medicine yet?" Arely asked.

"Yeah." I replied.

"Good, here's some food" she smiled.

I gladly took it because I know for a fact my baby can cook her ass off.

"Thank you" I replied.

In no time that plate was almost licked clean. It's been a minute since I'd had a good home cooked breakfast and I loved every bit of it.

"It was good, Relly. Thank you"

She took my plate then hurried back to the room.

"I see you're head is healing good." She carefully ran her fingers through my hair trying not to touch my stitches.

"Yeah, slowly"

"I bet you're ready to get back to moving around and stuff, huh?"

"Mhmm."

"You okay?" She asked.

"Yeah... just kind of moody." I admitted.

"Moody like sad? mad?"

"Both, kind of. I just don't want to be different. I feel like if this keeps happening you might get tired of dealing with it.l

"I understand that. But baby, no matter what I won't ever think less of you just because of a medical condition. That doesn't make me want to leave you. It doesn't change the way I see you nor does it change how much I love you"

"Are you sure? I mean I'm gonna have a scar for the rest of my life an—"

"Is this what this is about? A scar? Come on baby. That will fade away"

"But how do you know?" I asked.

The anger in my voice caught me off guard. It's like I was sad, but I was mad, but I didn't know which emotion to feel.

"Okay, calm down. I'm sorry. Maybe I was just going too far" she tried apologizing.

"No I—, I didn't expect it to come out like that. I'm sorry."

"It's fine" she smiled.

Not this again... I can't go through what I went through again. I thought to myself.

Arely's POV

I took a moment before saying anything else to him. This is the second time he's reacted like this to me but every time he catches me off guard. I can tell he doesn't mean for it to come out the way it does, it's just something that happens.

We sat there for about 5 minutes in silence.

"Do you think I need some help?" He asked.

"No, I think that you are limited on the things you can do right now and it's taking a toll on you. Plus the medicines will change your mood."

Suddenly Jr. started crying which got my attention immediately.

"I'll be back, okay?" I smiled at him.

I tended to Jr. spending 45 minutes getting him cleaned up and changed, fed, and rocked back to sleep.

"Can I hold him?" Landon asked.

"Yeah, of course" I handed him over.

"How many kids do you want?" I asked suddenly.

"3, maybe 4" Landon replied.

"Whoaaa, 4?" I was shocked.

"Yeah, I want a big family. I hated being the only child growing up, it was very lonely" he explained.

"I understand. I can say it's been very lonely since my brother died and that was about 5 or 6 years ago."

"Why don't you ever talk about him?"

"... I guess. I guess it's still a sensitive topic but know I miss him everyday."

He could tell that thinking about Aj still really affects me so he smiled and nodded his head.

There isn't one day that has passed where I don't think about him and how goofy he was. It felt good having someone by your side and after he died, I'll admit I grew angry with him.

It wasn't fair to me that I had to go through what I did alone and for a while I didn't bring him up because of it. Yes, it was very selfish of me because I knew he went through the same pain I did. But the thought of him escaping my dad's abuse and leaving me behind hurt...

And I can't deny that.

"I think if I had a sibling, I'd be a little different. Maybe I wouldn't have had the anger problems I dealt with. All the fights I got in, hell, I probably wouldn't even be a pro fighter. My parents tried their hardest, well at least my mom did. My dad... he could drop dead for all I care"

"You really mean that?" I asked.

"Why the fuck would I not?" He seemed irritated.

"I was just curious" I tried to calm him before he got even more mad.

"Whatever" he shook his head and looked down.

"I'm gonna put him down for a nap" I grabbed Jr. from him and took him back to his room.

While I was away from Landon I took a second to regroup myself. Sometimes I still have problems reacting to certain things that are said to me and it gets hard to try to take it in. I know he doesn't mean to be rude so I try my best to shake it off but I'm just scared this might progress into something worse.

I returned to our room with a slight smile on my face. I feel like me showing negative emotions towards him will make him spiral downhill and that's the last thing I want for him.

"You know I love you, right?" I asked.

"You do?"

"Of course. And I would hate for you to think or feel like I don't" I caressed his face.

"I hate this shit" he said in a low tone.

"I know...," I felt a tear drop onto my arm. "Don't cry babe. It's okay"

"I hope so" he held onto me tight.

All this time I've been trying to stay strong for him but all of that went out the window when he started crying. It's not often that I see Landon cry or even sad and it never fails that every time I do see him cry, I can't help but cry too.

Then, we're just sitting there crying together.

I held him for what felt like 10 minutes but was really 3 hours. It took me 2 hours to realize he had fallen asleep and since I didn't have too much to do I fell asleep right along with him...

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