Life is a Journey - Alex Summers, Havok

Family Love

This is the end of my first official week of being home from the hospital and around the end of my first month of being pregnant.

Progress is slow, but now I'm able to stay in the room with the guys for 30 seconds before I run away, on my best days. On my worst days no one even wants to be around me from either gender because of how random my mood swings get.

But right now, is probably the worst that I've felt since being in the hospital. I'm always tired, my head is killing me, and I can't even take any medication to help with it. And poor Libby, I've been keeping her running around like a lunatic with all the strange cravings that I keep having.

She's been taking good care of me though, and she knows that I love her for it.

Things have been quiet between me and the girls today, that's only because I told them that I'm ready to try being around the guys again. They've been getting quiet around me more often lately because of my ever-changing emotions, which I can understand.

But I miss them and how we use to be. I miss everyone, and I hate that I always have to seclude myself because of my stupid fears.

There is a knock on my door and I pause my writing to wait and see if whoever on the other side would announce themselves.

"Violet, may I come in?"

"Um, sure." Charles unlocks my door using his spare key as he wheeled himself in.

When I first came home Charles and I had many arguments through his telepathy about allowing me to have a lock on my door. Reluctantly he agreed, but only on the condition that he is allowed to keep a spare key that only him and Libby are allowed to use. I didn't want to agree to that but seeing as that was going to be the only ways for me to get what I wanted I agreed to it.

"How are your stories coming along?" He asks casually.

"Pretty good. I have three that are done the first draft, so I just have to edit them again before I start on the sequel for a couple of them."

"Would you like me to edit them for you?" I didn't answer right away. It's not that I didn't want his help, it's just that I'm not use to others wanting to read my work. "You don't have to so please don't feel that way, I'm only offering to give you a fresh pair of eyes in case you wanted some fresh perspective in case something didn't make sense to you."

"Can I think about it?" I ask quietly.

"Of course, it is your work after all."

"Thank you." I reply giving him a small smile.

After that things got quiet between us, but Charles never seemed uncomfortable which I thought was odd.

How is it that a man can go through the pain of loosing his mobility and some how not be mentally affected by it. Yet, I'm traumatized by even being close to the opposite gender. I can't even describe them any other way than that anymore.

Hell, I'm surprised that I've stayed here as long as I have with my... My brother.

"Violet." He is looking at me with tears in his eyes and I realize how harsh that must have sounded to him through my thoughts. "I may not look like it, but I am in the same state of mind as you are."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to sound as harsh as it did."

"I know. I haven't wanted to bother you with my pain since you are still trying to get through your own, but there have been many times where I have wanted to be with you because you are... You are..." He covers his eyes with his hands and start sobbing. "You are the only one who knows the pain that I am in."