Drawing the Line

Chapter 9: We Have Contact, Houston!

I was right to come to Belfast and I was right to bring Alise with me. Thanks to Don, Max has also been a Godsend, and unless I'm wrong, he and Alise are hitting it off quite well.

Dad found me a house within 5 minutes of him and Samina and it's perfect. It has four bedrooms – one for me, Max, the girls, and the nannies. Alise has an apartment near the hospital as I didn't think Dakota would ever be able to get onboard with her living with me. Max will stay with me until I'm cleared to drive.

I'm up on my feet and retraining my muscles for walking. I have to go slow, but I can GO, and that is what I wanted. I hated having to wheel around in a chair. I opted for ski poles instead of a walker while I regain my balance and steadiness.

Alise is beside me nagging every step of the way, comparing me to a foal learning to stand and walk. "Honey, you will get this. Your muscles just forgot. They'll remember. Just have a little patience. God, you are such a baby."

I told Max that my dick was waking up more and more and that I wanted to be ready to go before Dakota came to visit. He obviously shared with Alise because she started including a ton of core training in my workout. "Here's the deal, my friend. You will be strong enough to do the deed, but you are going to have to follow a few simple rules so you don't blow something out of whack and impede your progress, do you understand me?"

I snorted at her as I did an extra set of leg lifts. "I don't want to just 'do the deed', Red, I want to get back in the saddle and stay there if you get my drift."

She blushed, then popped me on the ass in a stinging slap, "Copy that, control tower. As I said, with a few simple rules, you are good to go until you drop from dehydration."

And so it went, she busted my ass four times a day, but I was feeling strong and capable, and supremely happy that I could walk where I needed to go – albeit with the security of my ski poles.

The girls came to visit and it was surprisingly easy. They were just happy to be with me and Alise suggested I bring them to my workouts so it wasn't so foreign or scary for them. I did and she  made it a blast for them to the point where they couldn't wait to go to the gym. Instead of standard leg lifts, she had the girls take turns sitting on my ankles and I lifted them. When it was time for pushups, they rode my back and smacked at me to go faster. When I worked on the bars, they sat under me and pretended to be alligators – if I sank too low, they would pinch at my butt or my legs. When I was on the treadmill, Alise and Max put each of them on one on either side of me and we had to sing songs to 'get to the end of the path'. Their favorite was the rowing machine. Max hooked up some contraption so that they could sit facing me and when I moved, they moved. They laughed like hyenas the entire time I was rowing. We all had a great time and my workout was even more satisfying.

The nannies were also a huge help, handling most meals and bath time, but otherwise stayed within ear shot and let me have my time with my babies. The girls enjoyed their time with me, and with their grandparents, and left only with a solemn promise that Dakota would be here when they returned. For the first time in weeks, I feel like my life is finally getting back on track and I'm at ease. I'm just anxious for my girl to get here. I've missed her and I need her. I think all my parts are back in working order, but I'm desperate to prove it – to myself and to her.

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I am packing to go to Belfast and my heart is jumping with excitement. I can't wait to see Jamie and be with him, in every sense of the word. He is actually on his feet and walking, and apparently his not-so-mini-me has come back to life. I can't wait to resume our sex life, but more importantly, I know how badly Jamie needs this. He needs to prove himself a man in every sense of the word and I'm more than happy to let him.