Fight For Her (Devil's Right Hand MC #2)

Epilogue

Brenna's POV

4 months later

"Maybe we are pushing her to do something she isn't ready for? Maybe we need to give her more time? Maybe this is our dream and not hers?" Kade panics as we stand in the living room while Hazel eats breakfast.

"Babe, it's preschool, she's not joining the Marine Corps," I laugh. Today is the first day of the spring semester and the preschool allowed Hazel to start today since she couldn't back in the fall because of the accident.

"Why can't we just hold her back a year?" He whines.

"Because then she'll be behind. She'll be fine."

"But what if she gets tired?"

"Babe, she drug us all over Disney World all last week. She's FINE," I say, emphasizing the word. True to his promise, Kade took Hazel and me to Disney World as soon as she was able, which happened to be right after Christmas. She had the time of her life meeting all of the characters and literally cried when she met Simba. Watching her entire face light up, that was one of the happiest moments of my life.

The last four months haven't necessarily been easy, but they've been happy. At the time, we didn't realize that Hazel waking up was only half of the battle. She had to learn to do simple tasks again like walking or feeding herself. Her balance still isn't what it used to be, but after months of physical therapy, she is back to being my hyper, silly, baby girl. Which is why I felt comfortable signing her up for this semester of preschool. Her medical team said it was fine, in fact, they encouraged it. She can finally get back to being a normal little girl.

However, selfishly, I'm upset her first day fell today. Today, I have to be focused on something other than her. This impending event fills my stomach with dread but I swallow it down and remind myself to take this one step at a time. You get through this day by doing one life-changing event at a time and the first is dropping Hazel off at preschool.

"Hazel, it's time to get dressed!" I yell as she runs into the living room full of smiles.

"YAY! I go to big girl school today!" She cheers. I knew calling daycare 'school' would help me out in the end. Now she's just excited for it. It is a part of her normal daily routine.

"Yes you do, Kiddo," Kade says as he scoops her up. "I'm so proud of you."

"I not do anything yet," Hazel says, confusion lacing her facial features.

"Oh, but you will. Just you wait, Kiddo," Kade laughs as he puts her down and she runs into her bedroom.

"You okay?" Kade asks as he grabs my arm to stop me from leaving just yet.

"Let's just get through this first," I mutter as I follow Hazel into her room. She has been going through an independent stage lately, which means it felt like a hostage negotiation to convince her to let me help, but I refuse to let my child show up to her first day of preschool with her shirt on backward. Imagine the pictures?

Finally, we are in the car, jamming out to Taylor Swift, per Hazel's request. Since the accident, every single normal thing that we do feels like I won the lottery. Just being able to sing in the car with my baby, that's something I never thought I would be able to do again. Now, we are driving her to her first day of preschool, and to this day, nobody can tell us why. Nobody can tell us why she survived, or how all of her neurological faculties are intact. Dr. Hammons wanted to do more brain studies on her to try and find an explanation, but I refused. I know why she came back, God wasn't done with her yet. I don't know what my baby is going to do in the future, but it's going to be big.