Forever Yours (More Than A Feeling|Sequel)

Thirty-Six: An Imprinted Noose

Today the others were coming over to continue the planning for our wedding, sometime around eleven. This morning we went through the routine that we were now adjusting to of getting ready and having him meet me at the stairs to carry me down, at least until I've healed enough to take on stairs. We did talk to the doctor about it, and he said that it would be after the stitches were taken out, with a few weeks to follow after that. But, he did say that once the stitches were out, I should try to take on stairs, but I should not force myself into going up them at any amount of steps if it really hurts.

All in all, it's going to be a while because I can't get my stitches out until after a ten week period has passed. However, in two more days I get to have the stitches on my arm out. Jimmy and I are both really excited for that, maybe more than we should be, because to us it's like a big step to me getting fully healed, even though I still have a long way to go before that happens. Also, while we're there, the doctor's going to check up on the rest of my injuries just to make sure nothing's changed and everything's still looking good since I've been home these past three days.  

We woke up at nine, so it was a little past ten when we both got done getting ready for the day. While I was showering, Jimmy took Bella outside to the bathroom, fed her and gave her some water. When he came back upstairs, I was almost done with brushing my hair that was still a little damp. 

"Hey, I'm ready whenever you are." He said with a light tone, having to pant just slightly after jogging up the steps.

"Ok." I said with sort of a weary smile, and I saw him start to give me a concerned look as I looked away, brushing through the last of my hair. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him come into the room further, standing beside me. I set down my brush, and gently he put his hands at my waist and turned me to face him. 

"What's on your mind?" Jimmy asked softly. He'd always been able to tell when something was wrong, or making me uncomfortable.

"Well... it's just that you've been practically slaving around, doing everything that you normally shouldn't have to just because I have a leg that's hurt. I almost feel kind of... selfish, especially because you have to carry me up and down the stairs like I'm some stuck-up rich person that just couldn't possibly ever use the stairs with her own legs. Then you still have to go to the studio and get someone to watch me if I need something, and I know that it all really wears you out. You can't get a lot of sleep at night sometimes if I have nightmares, because I wake you up. I just feel bad." I told him quietly, looking down at the floor. 

"Elise, that's stupid." He says, and I look up at him. He took my hands tightly in his. "It's my job to take care of you, and it's job that I love doing. Even though we're not married yet, I do refer to you as my wife. So, as your husband, I'd do anything just to make sure the littlest things are taken care of. Whether that's having to wake up in the middle of the night to get you a drink of water, or carrying you up a flight of stairs does not matter to me. I don't want you to feel selfish, because you know that you're not some stuck-up rich person who doesn't want to walk. You're injured, that's way different, and you couldn't pull off a stuck-up rich person anyway. You're too... not stuck-up." I laugh a little bit, and then he adds, "I love taking care of you. I love retrieving the things that you can't get yourself for you, I love carrying you up and down the stairs, all because I love you. I'd do anything for you. You know that." 

Blushing, I grinned, biting my lip a little as I stared into the eyes of this incredibly sweet man who I could not possibly be more in love with, because if I was, it'd probably kill me. I locked my arms around his neck, and he slipped his arms around my waist with a small smile on his lips. 

"Y'know, you always say that I make you feel warm and fuzzy. I don't think you realize that you're very good at doing the same thing to me." I tell him.