See You Around~ Grester (completed)

Chapter Sixty-Two

Chester's POV

I was going home today and I've never felt like more of an obstacle.
Every move I made was overlooked with concerned eyes, as if suddenly my reaching out of an arm was a death trap waiting to happen. I was beginning to think that people thought I was genuinely paralysed everywhere, which was false. Some of me was okay and that was all that mattered to me, I just wished people could over look the wheelchair and medical facts and focus on my getting better. Because I was and soon I'll be the one looking over my own child. Making my attempt at being the best possible father I could.

Amongst all this drama I had almost forgotten what home was. I had always been told that home was not a place but a person however recently I had felt like I was floating and it was nice to have somewhere I felt as if I belonged to.

Many things had changed and many things had to be altered and adjusted to fit my needs. Wheelchair adaptable and safety rails, sharp things away and high shelves bought down. To me it all seemed too much, to me I tried to focus on the future and when I saw it none of it seemed necessary but I was slapped in the face with the present. Time after time.

"Welcome home Ches!" Grace grinned, pushing me slowly up the path and through the door way.

I looked at the door and frowned, everything seemed a little different. Everything was changing and I hated it. I hated this thing I had to sit in and the fact someone had to push me. I felt like a small infant again and I wanted to jump out and run away but I couldn't. I couldn't do anything.

"You okay?" Grace asked, looking at me worriedly.

"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine. It's just weird to be here." She smiled contently and went into the kitchen to get me a drink.

I felt as if everyone and everything was acting too normal, like nothing was a problem. Everything had changed but at the same time it was like we were living like it was three weeks ago. A lot had happened in that time and I couldn't brush over it. I couldn't accept the change but at the same time I wanted to be used to this; it'd just take time.

Time was something that scared me and something I was running out of. Time was like my shadow, it followed me everywhere and hung over me, casting an ever-dominant worry.

"Things will get easier. Trust me." Grace said, walking back and sitting next to me.

"You sure?" I whispered, my eyes falling to the floor.

"One hundred percent sure." She said a little louder.

"How can you be?" I looked up at her and her eyes fell slightly at the sight of my worried face. I could feel tears of desperation prick at my eyes and I knew Grace noticed them too.

She took my hand gently and rested it gently onto her rounded bump. I felt a weak thud against my palm and my eyes darted to Grace's eager ones. I felt the little kick a few more times and something sparked inside of me, a tingle of hope and security.

Grace was right. With everything unstable and reorienting in my life right now it was reassuring to have someone to go to. Even if it was just a little thud on my palm, it seemed enough to tell me everything was okay. Everything would be okay.

"Someone likes Daddy." Grace mumbled, smiling to herself as she looked down at the bump.

"I guess so." I said quietly, looking up to Grace's face.

"I'm sorry about everything having to change and move around. I wish this house was enough." She said after a few moments silence.

"It doesn't matter." I said, reaching up and kissing her head.

"And anyway, home is not a place but a person." I said.

She looked at me disgusted, like that was the most corniest thing she'd ever heard. I laughed a little and she draped her hands around my neck.

"Home is where our story begins." She mumbled, winking smugly, before placing her lips onto mine.