After The Cookies [COMPLETE]

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Zac Taylor
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Mrs. Taylor😈❤️

Oh I forgot u had to go over there too! I'll see you when you get home though, I love you❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Yeah, I'm hoping God give me a sign so I don't have to go over there, traffic and heat is really why I procrastinate🤣🤣 & I love you too baby❤️❤️

Yo emoji game is weak, I sent you like a million red hearts and you send me two stank ass emojis back? Tf?

Boy get off of my phone, got me texting and driving!🤣

I read her message laughing as I envisioned hearing her voice in person before another message came into the the thread.

You and yo kids on their own for dinner tonight, I'm finna slide to a drive thru👀

I smiled as I gazed down a the message from my wife, one thing I can always count on her for is a good laugh. I used to be the one making her laugh all the time, but it seems as of late she has taken over that role. I haven't been in the best mood for weeks now, but whenever she is around me, I feel happy.

I slid my phone into my pocket as I went back to watching my shows, she got me hooked on The Rookie so that has been occupying my time. Shoving my phone in my pocket is something that I have forced myself to do, too many times I leave it somewhere and then roll away only to get to my destination and not have it. Shit was frustrating so putting in my pocket is the next best thing.

I heard a knock and I yelled for them to come in. It's most likely my nurse, she made herself scarce the majority of the day. I didn't need a nurse to begin with and I don't like being around people, especially in my new conditions but she needed to be here. She needed to make sure I was taking my medicine, make sure my vitals were good, and so on.

She walked in, in her blue scrubs with crocs and blue doctor gloves to match, she definitely take her job too seriously. She walked up to me giving me a warm smile, "Mr. Taylor I have laid out your medicine with the correct portions and times to take them. Do you need anything before I leave?"

I shook my head as my eyes went back to the show, lowkey the black detective Harper is fine. "Nah I'm good. Thanks for everything though."

She nodded. "Have a good day." I watched her leave out the room and a few minutes later I heard the chirp to my front door opening and then closing. I bent over to unlock the wheels to my chair, paused my show and began rolling myself towards the kitchen. I need a Debbie cake. Yes...I am still obsessed with them years later. Worry about why your back still big and your shoulders still wide and not my snack intake.

Sassy mf🤣

I had gotten pretty good with rolling myself around the chair, might fuck around and join the Olympics or something. I'm just saying this shit so that I don't think about the negatives that I have been confined too. I hate how this is my life now. Some days I wake up forgetting that I'm crippled, thinking it was a terrible dream, until I look down and can't even move let alone feel my legs. Reality really kicks in when I have to wake my wife up to help me get ready for the day.

I know it's been hard on Fatima, adjusting to essentially being a single parent with me not being as mobile and active as I used to be. I know she runs around like a chicken with their head cut off but I hope she knows how much of a big help she has been and how grateful I am for her. I'm sure there are females that would've left before I even got to the hospital, I don't know why I question my wife, but I still feel the need to see. I never know what she might do until she does it, and that scares me.