Tomorrow

Chapter 5

The more Chevy moved around the better she felt and it isn't long before she's getting around all by herself.

Days turn into weeks and soon it's a month since she came crashing into my life.

Her shoulder and hip still ache and are an ugly green color but for the most part, she feels better. She only asks for ice at night.

The attraction between us remains, but neither of us act on it. We are sleeping in the same bed, because it's a big bed and I'm sick of the couch.

One Saturday morning and Chevy and I are out in the backyard enjoying our morning coffee.

"What are we doing today?" She wonders me.

"I need to cut the grass," I inform her.

"What do you do in that flower bed?" She points to the sad excuse for a flower bed that is right against the back of the house.

"Nothing. I should weed it out and plant grass."

"Or we could weed it and plant stuff there," she suggests.

"What kind of stuff?"

"Some vegetables, some flowers. It's spring. By the time summer is over, you could have quite a garden."

"What makes you think I want a garden?"

"Who doesn't want one?"

I raise my eyebrow at her.

"Riker honey, there's nothing better than eating homegrown vegetables."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"And how exactly do you know this Miss Chevy?" I inquire, tilting my head and smirking at her.

She stares at me wide-eyed for a second, and replies with a wink, "I just do."

I laugh.

"Come on, take me to the closest greenhouse so I can buy some stuff." she stands up.

"Chev, you have no money."

"Okay... take me to the closest greenhouse so you can buy me some stuff."

I chuckle.

"Please Riker? I promise to plant everything, water it, weed it, pick it and I'll even cook it for you."

I sigh.

"Okay... but only because you are doing it all. I hate gardening."

How can I say no? We drive to the nursery and she buys seeds, fertilizer, and a small shovel. I grab a couple of ceramic pots, soil, a rake, and a big shovel.

When we get back to the house, Chevy starts working on the flower bed. I watch her pull the weeds from the earth. when I finish cutting the front yard I go back to check on Chevy. She isn't even a quarter of the way through the bed yet.

I kneel next to her. "Do you want some help?"

"No," she replies.

"No?"

"Yes."

"Yes, I can help?"

"No. Yes, I said no."

"Huh?"

Chevy laughs, "I said I would do it all."

"I know and you can, but I can help, can't I?"

"No."

"Chevy, don't be like that. I'll start at this end and we can meet in the middle."

"I don't want your help, Lynch."