For Her, He Will

Chapter Twenty-One - Only as a team can this happen.

Author's Note - still sick...but means another day, another chapter :) 


"How are you two that slow?" Tate called out to Kayce and Oakley from the back porch of the main house.

"Because we aren't ten!" Oakley yelled back with a laugh.

"Punk," Kayce muttered next to Oakley as they watched Tate roll his eyes and walk into the door.

"And the truth is," Oakley's hip bumped against Kayce's. "I'm still a little sore."

She smiled as Kayce gave her a confused look for a split second before it dawned on him. He grabbed at her, but Oakley was faster and stepped aside.

"Well, if you'd let me make love to you every night like last night, you'd get used to it," Kayce smirked.

"But then it wouldn't be like that," Oakley giggled. "And I don't ever want it to not feel like that."

They reached the stairs, Oakley walked up first and reached for the doorknob. Kayce grabbed her waist and spun Oakley around. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

"It'll always feel like that," Kayce's voice was low.

"It better," Oakley giggled.

"I love you," Kayce pressed a kiss to her lips.

"I love you," Oakley said as they both turned to go inside.

They were having dinner with John tonight, the four of them have not had a meal together since before the accident and even before the election results from the primary. John and Tate were already at their seats when Kayce and Oakley walked into the dining room. Tate sat over where Beth normally did tonight since it was just them.

Kayce pulled out Oakley's chair before he sat down next to John. There were steaks in front of them and poured wine with water for Tate. Oakley looked over and saw John looking at her.

"How are you feeling, Oakley?" John asked.

"Better," Oakley nodded. "A little better every day."

"Good," John nodded. "You're a strong woman."

"Strongest one I know," Kayce winked at Oakley.

"How's Helena?" Oakley asked John.

She had taken to calling anything remotely involving the race for governor "Helena" seeing as how John had been up there more times this year than in his entire life. Oakley also personally liked to think of the outgoing governor as "Helena" too because she noticed John had been photographed a whole lot more with her.

"In the bag, if you listen to all those children running around the capital," John sighed.

"There are children in the capital?" Tate asked.

"Everyone's younger than me, grandson," John nodded.

"How old are you?" Tate asked.

"A hundred and five," John stared at Tate.

"You're...you can't be that old!" Tate laughed.

Oakley smiled at him as she took a sip of wine. It was a bit bitter, but she had just now been allowed to have alcohol again after being on medication for the past few weeks. She took another sip.

"Easy," Kayce mumbled.

"Okay, Mr. Two-Whiskeys a Night," Oakley rolled her eyes and John chuckled.

Kayce narrowed his eyes at Oakley but didn't push her.

"Oakley, I wanted to ask you something," John said.

Oakley looked over at him and sat her glass down.