We were now halfway into June. It’s been three whole months since Jess’s accident and she’s been in physical therapy for about a month and a half now. So many things have happened since then, it’s been crazy. When we initially got back from Georgia, one of the first things I did was go to my therapist. It was decided that I’d be weaned off my antidepressants and ever since then I’ve never felt better. I still sometimes have the occasional panic attack but it hasn’t been anything I can’t manage on my own. I’ve gone back to work full time and I’m finally back in the swing of things.
Jess has gotten quite independent since starting her physical therapy. Her ribs healing really helped her be able to move a lot more on her own and although she still had no feeling in her leg, she could still stand up and get in and out of her wheelchair with minimal difficulty. The only time she ever needed my help now was when she needed to go up and down stairs. Jess’s mom also came to visit a few times a week, mostly while I was at work and so I really had little to worry about on that end.
However, there were other things that kept us worried more than anything and those were the threatening letters that were still coming to Jess. We never talked about it properly until we got home those few months ago and Jess ended up hiring a private detective. Long story short, they’ve come up on a bunch of empty leads that led to nowhere. We knew it was Tamra, of course. But not only was there minimal proof, but nobody could find her. How exactly do you just lose a person? Especially one that’s just been let out of jail.
Anyway, Jess and I just tried to go on like normal despite all the other stuff. Did I mention we were also currently looking at some real estate? Yeah, Jess was super adamant about moving out to the country. We had our eyes on a few places but nothing was set in stone yet. Besides the obvious stress I absolutely loved my life. I had a great job, my own vehicle, and I was with the love of my life. We had our occasional arguments, of course, but I can honestly say that I am so in love with her that it hurts.
Was currently driving home from work. It was Friday which means I’d have the whole weekend off to be with Jess. Those were always my favorite days, as corny as that sounds. I’d have to drive her out to do her physical therapy as soon as I got home though. These days were always difficult ones. The paparazzi was constantly on our ass about getting the story on what happened. Every type of story you could possibly think of has been printed. Car accidents, assaults, there was even one suggesting that I abuse Jess which pissed me off the most. Jess put that rumor to rest pretty quickly and assured the public through twitter that her injuries were an accident and that she was not going into any further detail.
When I pulled up to the house I saw that Jess’s car was the only one sitting in the driveway. Her mom must not have come today and those days always worried me the most. It’s not that Jess couldn’t take care of herself, I was just the paranoid one who always thought of the worst case scenario. It just made me feel better when Jess had someone with her.
When I walked through the door I kicked off my shoes and immediately made my way into the living room. When I got there I really couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. Jess was sitting on the couch, fast asleep with a half-eaten plate of food next to her. Spongebob was playing on the TV as Jess laid there, completely oblivious to the world.
I moved the plate onto the coffee table and sat down next to Jess slowly. Her light snores continued as I cuddled right up to her and put my arm across her stomach. I pressed my lips to her cheek first, working my way across her jaw and down the side of her neck. By the time my lips reached that spot just behind her ear I knew that she was awake. I felt her lean into me and I carefully turned her face toward me so that I could kiss her lips. Jess smiled into the kiss soon after, effectively breaking it.
