The next year
"Sh," she hums holding my head against her chest. "Sh, you're alright." She reassures but I can't help the tears. I didn't mean to, I don't even know what I did wrong.
"I-I'm sorry," I sniff holding my head against her, she's my comfort. "I-I really d-didn't mean to." She buries kisses on the crown of my head.
"I know you didn't bubbles," she smiles at the name. She'd use this name to calm me when I got all angry before. "I know." It's just so soothing, something about it calms me.
"A-and I'm sorry you had to leave work e-early." I genuinely appreciate how calm she's being and how understanding she is. This is hard for me and I'm sure it's hard for her too so I'm glad she's not mad.
"I'll leave work if you need me, any day." She smiles tilting my head up to give me her soft kiss. "Wanna tell me what happened?"
"I-I was getting g-groceries like y-you asked?" I nod to assure she's following she holds me on top of her like I'm a little baby. She's five nine and by far the strongest woman I know. "And I st-stopped to l-look at some f-flowers I wanted to buy y-you." My hands shake a little while I give her my confession. "A-and then some lady st-started screaming that I-I was hurting her." I cry yet again. I wanna stop, I wanna be strong but I can't be. I don't know what I did. "I-I was just l-looking at the f-flowers."
"It's ok baby, it's ok." She hums.
"I-I tried to a-apologize, b-but she screamed l-louder. I-I wasn't even close t-to her."
"It's ok bubbles, we got you a good lawyer. And I'm gonna get you out of trouble."
"I-I'm s-so s-sorry." I kiss her cheek. I was supposed to pick Skylar up from her parents and I didn't show up so she had too, and I was supposed to get groceries and I didn't, and she had to leave work early to come and bail me out of jail.
"You have nothing to be sorry about bubbles." Her fingers weave through my hair. Her parents are over as well as mine. They wanted to come see me and hers were with Skylar when I was supposed to pick her up and got worried. They've finally warmed up to our little girl. And we've started looking into getting her a prosthetic. "Should we go make everyone dinner?"
"What are y-you cooking?" I look up and she laughs.
"I'll cook whatever you want," she smiles trying to force me up.
"I-I don't want you to cook y-yet. C-can we c-cuddle longer?" I pout at her giving her the best puppy dog eyes I can.
"Of corse," she kisses my forehead. "But I've gotta feed the people in our house at some point."
"And we-we will, o-once I feel better." I starfish myself over top of her but my arms are quick to wrap around her torso.
"Oh, bubbles," she sighs. "Let's talk about something else?" She's a great girl, and she says we're engaged and I've been thinking lots about a wedding. One I'd really like to have. "You have something you wanna talk about," she chuckles at the kisses I plant. "Don't you?"
"I-I wanna talk a-about the w-wedding," I smile as does she.
"Mama! Daddy!" Our baby girl squeals and both of our families groan.
