Him.

Chapter 18. Pt. 2

Zoey in the mm.
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Justin.

"Come on Daddy, catch me," Isaiah yells as he continues running but for some reason I can't move. My legs won't allow me to go. "Come on, Daddy! Catch me!"
When I finally look down to see the problem I find myself sitting in a wheel chair.
"Isaiah, Daddy can't catch you," Carmen states. "Daddy can no longer walk."
I can't walk?
That means I can't run...
That means I can't ball.
No.
No way.
I'm dreaming.
This is a nightmare.

I wake up in a cold sweat.
I look down and Carmen's laying across my lap asleep.
Damn, she's beautiful.
"Meme," I whisper leaning up, well at least attempting to lean up. My back is killing me just from the sudden movement. "Carmen..." She hops up looking at me in surprise.
"You're awake! Thank God, you're awake!" She hops up wrapping her arms around me. Her eyes are puffy and red like she's been crying.
"What happened," I ask. "What's wrong with me?"
"You hit your head pretty hard during your game and you've been unconscious for the past two days. The doctors said you have bruising to your spinal cord and they had to wait until you were awake to see the severity of it," she explains.
What about basketball? Being able to chase my son...
Damn.

Carmen.

A week later.
Justin's spinal cord is just mildly bruised and it should healed in a few weeks.
Until it's fully healed he won't be playing any basketball. He has a physical therapist that's gonna be working with him to make sure he fully recovers. Problem is it's a woman.
I don't play around when it comes to Justin and I don't play when it comes to women around Justin.
Zoey.
A pretty name for a pretty girl.
I'm still against the ropes about her though.
We not about to be best friends or anything.
But I can say hey without rolling my eyes though or at least I can try.
Wish me luck.
Justin says I have no reason to be jealous.
But I'm not jealous I'm just cautious.
Don't let my smile fool you I'll f#%k somebody up.

"Babe," Justin walks out the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He's staying at my place until he's fully healed so I can take care of my baby.
"Yes McNealy," I ask raising a brow looking up from my laptop at him.
"Can you put some lotion on my back," he asks laying across the bed.
His muscles flex distracting me.
Mmm.
"Sure baby." I sit my laptop to the side and get up on my knees wearing one of his shirts. I grab the lotion and squirt some on my hand before rubbing it into his back. My hands run over his shoulders, neck and arms.
I lick my lips trying to focus.
Justin lifts up and we lock eyes.
Next thing I know I'm underneath him.
"Stop.." I push against his chest trying to get him up. "I don't want you to hurt yourself." He looks at me and licks his lips grabbing me and placing me on top of him.
"You get on top then," he whispers adjusting me on top of him.
That's all it took. My lips connect with his and there was no turning back.
I like taking charge for a change.
Being the captain.