Her Name Was Meloni

she might be right

Me and Tate fell asleep in each others arms, but that last thought still lingered in my mind.

A week later.....

"Hey." Becks said in a weak voice.

"Hi, chica. How you feeling?" I asked as I looked down at her. My heart was so full for her. She finally got her surgery. She wanted a size up for her chest, and she had been saving for awhile. She was supposed to get it awhile ago but something went wrong with the paperwork or something and it had been delayed. I had been asking why she was so out of it for the past few weeks. Kept telling her that she could tell me in her own time, now I know now why she didn't say anything about. Because she didn't want me to feel as helpless as she did.

She had said it was the waiting that killed her, she was so close yet so far to one of her goals, and she had to wait on someone else to fix for her. I guess she didn't want me to be in her helplessness with her but it still hurt me that she didn't confide in me little.

"I feel like my boobs are bigger." She said with a groggy smile. And I couldn't help laugh with her. I wiped a piece of hair that was on her forehead and swept it behind her ear. She was as beautiful as she was high.

Her face suddenly scrunched up and her eyes began to wander around the room. She wasn't able to move the way she wanted to due to the fact that she is fresh out of surgery. She couldn't really move her upper body without causing herself some discomfort.

"What's wrong?" I asked her.

"Mike?" She asked.

"He went to the cafeteria with Kyle and Tate." I said. Now that was an awkward few hours. While Becks was in surgery, those three made the time go by even slower. Mike refused to acknowledge Kyles presence. And every time I would try to interact with the poor guy Tate would give him the death glare. In Tates defense, Kyle does like to flirt, but everyone knows that Kyle is head over heels for Becks.

"Was it bad?" She asked, seeming to read my mind. And I couldn't help but laugh and nod.

"It was so awkward." I said. "So how long you gotta be out?"

"A month, give or take a week. Sadly that means, i wont be able to help out with Tates training, but with luck I'll be there for his fight." She said. That was the only downside to it all. She was the one training Tate for his last fight and due to the delay of the surgery she will b out longer than expected.

"Tates not upset, is he?" She asked sheepishly.

I shook my head vigorously. "Of course not. Mike already called the gym and let them know that Tates changing his coach. Besides the gym already knew that he was gonna change coaches because of a medical situation, it just happened a little later than expected." I said.

She nodded her head. "Your not upset? You know, cause I kept it from you?" She asked.

Again I shook my head no. "In reality I told you to let me know when you were ready to talk about it and clearly you were just never ready. But as long as I'm here now, that's all I care about." I said, and that is true. I did tell her to tell me when she felt like she was ready....and she did.

She seemed to relax and that and a sad smile formed on her face. "You know what the mistake was? I guess someone forgot that I was trans and screwed up my gender or something. I don't know, I kind of clocked when they were explaining it. I was just pissed that I had to wait for them to fix it to get my fucking surgery."

I would be too. I bent down and kissed her head. "Look at us. Rolls reversed. Your the one in the bed for once." I said with a laugh, trying my best to lighten the mood. And she giggled a little.

"So are you excited?"she asked me.

"About?" I said confused.

"Going to one of Tates training sessions. Have you prepared yourself?" She said.

I began to nod and then thought better of myself. "Tate kind of warmed me and I told him I'll be able to handle it but I don't know. I don't know how I'll react to watching Tate get his for an hour and a half." I admitted. I didn't want say anything to Tate cause I knew he would tell me not to come and I didn't want that. I really wanted to see him in action, Ik just not sure if I can handle seeing him in action.

Becks studied me for a second. "Want me to be honest? I think your gonna love it. Tate probably tried to say all that to scare you, but let me by real with you. It's been awhile since anyone has made Tate run for him money. The training session will be a cake walk and I don't think you'll be sacred. Matter of fact, I think you'll get wetter than Niagara Falls." She said the last part with a laugh, then swiftly began to cringe in pain

"That's what you get." I said as I loved over to her and began to rub her slowly and gently to comfort her.

She gave me a weak smile. "I'm serious. There's something about watching the guy you like getting hot and sweaty and throwing punches. A little blood here. A little blood there. There's something....feral about it, that just unleashes something in you." She said, and I couldnt help but roll my eyes.

"But in all seriousness, you don't have to worry about his training sessions. Him and Mike will spar for a bit and then Mike might get someone in the gym to spar with him so he can watch one the sidelines. There will be blood here and there. And a few hard punches. But that's it." She said and I instantly relaxed.

And with the worry slowly diminishing, my curiosity began to rise. My kind began to wander about the first lady she said. And my mind brought up an image of Tate shirtless and sweaty, and my core instantly tightened.

..... damn......she might be right