Universe (VegasPete) R18

Chapter 51 - First day of May

-Vegas-

Pete left the hospital this morning after exactly two hundred and seventeen days. Seven months and five days after all fell apart. Seven months and five days after I thought I lost him forever. Seven months and five days of wait, of cries, of prayers.

Yet, he is here, standing by my side.

The reeducation was hard on him, and to be honest on me too. Even if I couldn't stand the thought of Pete being touched by another bastard, I knew it was necessary, I knew the faster he would walk again, the faster he would come back home.

And finally, that day came. I took him home on a cloudy morning, ready, holding our hands tight. Safe and sound, together.

He was discharged two days before his birthday, and even if it wasn't mine, it felt like someone offered me a gift and that gift was just there, walking rapidly in front of me outside the hospital, wrapped up warmly in one of my sweaters way too large for him.

I couldn't help but staring at him, jumping in tiny, looking all around him like he was seeing the trees, the birds, the sky for the first time, just like a child. His eyes shinning bright, the beautiful and genuine smile of his enlightened his face...and enlightening mine.

And even if the rain started falling, I didn't care because my sun was right here.

As I opened the car door, I stood still, watching him from afar, crouched, picking up flowers. I smiled and shook my head.

«Pete, let's go love. »

Pete lifted his head and as soon as our gaze met, he smiled at me too and ran towards me.

Pete stopped in front of me and extended his hand. He stayed there, smiling, holding a bunch of little pink and white flowers between his fingers.

"For me?" I asked, startled.

"I never bought you flowers...And those are pretty. I just hope no dog peed on it."

Pete's romanticism never failed to amaze me... I chuckled and delicately took the little wildflower bouquet and stared at it. It was the first time someone gave me flower and the first person to do it was Pete.

And once again, I was taken aback.

Pete often says that he is not my first, but he doesn't know how wrong he is. I don't think he realized how many first time I experienced with him.

The first time I prayed, the first time I worried to the point of being sick was because of him. The first time I felt like I was belonging to someone, the first time I trusted someone, that person was Pete. The first time I felt loved was by Pete. The first time I fell in love was with Pete.

We finally left the hospital parking lot and drove home. Pete fell asleep during the ride; I knew it would happen.

Since he finally can walk almost properly, he overdoes everything. And I have trouble containing him.

Pete is stubborn, and mostly with me, he doesn't listen and think I am worrying for nothing. Well, if nothing is that he almost died...I really want to know when I should worry then.

We arrived at the mansion, and I woke Pete up. He mumbled something I couldn't understand but he was probably cursing at me judging by the look on his face.

I unbuckled his belt and as I was getting out the car a shadow suddenly caught my eyes behind the tall trees surrounding the mansion. I quickly turned my head to see but there was nothing.

I took a deep breath and shook my head. This is not the first time it happened. I'm on edge and sleep deprived. Since the doctor told me that Pete could come home, I just can't avoid behind anxious, and I have trouble sleeping again.