Be My Forever [COMPLETE]

Chapter 62

Toby woke up 3 weeks after the incident. He was having trouble remembering what happened, which was ironic, considering I've been trying to forget what happened. And since I was the one who had the concussion.

I helped him onto the couch, and when he laid down, he first groaned in pain, but then became comfortable.

"Do you need anything? When do you need to take your meds?" I ask, with worry in my voice.

"Not for another three hours. Spence, relax." He said, bringing me closer to him. He started kissing my neck. I started kissing him back, being mindful of his chest.

"I can't believe I almost lost you," I admit, "I was so scared." Before I know it, my hot tears landed on my hands. I bury my face into the crook of Toby's neck, soaking his shirt with my tears. I feel more tears, only they weren't mine.

They were his.

I haven't seen him cry since his father died. Toby had to put on an emotionless mask for his job as a police officer, but I know that deep down, he's really sensitive. Another reason why I disliked him as a cop. He was insensitive, dull, and practically heartless in that uniform, no matter how good he looked in it. Out of the uniform, he was compassionate, caring, and considerate. Out of the uniform, he was the Toby I fell in love with.

"I'm sorry I scared you," he says in between sobs, "it won't happen again."

"How can you be so sure?" I ask, "you're a cop. Your job is to risk your life."

"Spencer, we're not arguing about this."

"Well, we can't just ignore it!" I practically yell, and suddenly I worried that our neighbors would hear.

"What do you want me to do? Quit my job?!" He asked. There he was. Officer Cavanaugh. The way he said it made me feel uneasy. His voice was bitter, like a brutal winter's night.

"I'm just saying," I say, trying to sound calm and relaxed, "you would be a lot safer." As much as he wants to deny it, he knows it's true. Secluding the fact that he once broke his arm on the job, he was in a much safer position as a carpenter. Plus, he was so much happier. He reminded me of a toddler, building a tower with their Lego blocks. They would be so proud and excited about their work. That's a lot like how Toby was, only he was building real houses. I wanted to bring that up too, but something was warning me not to.

"I'm sorry I brought it up," I finally say, wanting to make amends. I hate giving in like this, but I don't want to drag this argument along. Especially since he's in so much pain.

Instead of responding, he simply kissed the top of my head.

"I love you. And all that I want you to know is that you're never going to be alone. Not even for a second." He said, then planting a kiss on my cheek.