Open To Love

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢-𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚎

✰Aria✰

"Alright, I've got you." I wrap my arms around Eric's waist to support him. I know that he can walk with his walking stick, but I'm still worried about him hurting himself that I just end up doing this out of habit.

We slowly walk up to our front door that looks a lot different than our old front door, because we've moved to a new place. Yes, after Eric had that accident, it was hard to move him around because of all the stairs in our old place.

We were able to move here because when his parents found out about his accident they bought us this place so it'll be easier to move him around. Well, if I'm being honest his dad is the one that bought the place.

His mother, even after finding out, stayed in Germany. You'd think that with the way she's practically in love with her own son, she would've flown here in a heartbeat. But alas, the woman is not here. Thank you Jesus.

She does call me from time to time asking how he's doing but that's about it. Maybe she will stop by one day.

"Aria it's alright, I can hold myself up baby." Eric chuckles and it causes a smile to form on my face. I unlock the front door and both of us walk inside. The place is a bit smaller than our last home, but that's alright. I don't need Eric to be on his feet for too long.

I shrug my coat off and walk up to Eric to take his off. "I'm going to put these away then I'm going to get started on dinner."

"How about I help you tonight?" This is the tenth time he's offered to help me make dinner. "Or rather let me cook tonight." Now this is a first.

"Eric you know you shouldn't be standing for long periods of time." I reach up to cup his cheek and brush my thumb against the prominent scar that just refused to fade away.

It's a constant reminder of his near death experience, and sometimes I choke up when I look at it or touch it.

"Baby I promise I'll be fine. I'll make something simple tonight, like spaghetti. How hard is it to make spaghetti?"

I huff. "I don't know, don't you have to contact the firm today?"

"Nope. The cases I was working on that time got handed over to another lawyer, and they said I should only come back when I've fully recovered. I told you this, remember?"

Oh yes he did. I definitely forgot about that.

"I was thinking of even going back to work next month; but while I wait, let me make dinner for my pretty wife." He taps the tip of my nose.

"Eric. . ."

"No, no more complaints. You sit your pretty ass down and watch me cook." The stubbornness is still there that's for sure.

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Eric really has changed, that's what I've been trying to tell Bianca. It almost seems as if the accident rewired his brain in a good way.

Gone are the days when we'd argue about any and everything; where we'd avoid each other like the plague and glare at each other with so much rage. And sometimes. . . It feels as if the open marriage was just a figment of our imaginations.