Hope on the Rocks

Powerful?

*a few years later*

Jason's pov

"Jason, the toaster is stuck." Miranda calls. I laugh softly and walk down the hall, removing one of the gloves on my hand. "Do it dad!" Ethan cries, standing in his chair. I smirk and put my hand on the toaster. The toaster pops up the charred toast and my wife catches it. "Great job, honey." She says smiling. "Daddy is soo cool!" Ethan shouts jumping from the chair into my arms. "Whoa!" I cry worried, shakily catching him with one arm, keeping my exposed hand away from him. "I think you're fine, Jason." I shake my head and put my glove back on. "I'm not having a repeat from last May." I say pointing at her.

~flashback~

I had just finished a concert and was taking pictures with fans. An elderly man came over and tipped his hat. We shook hands and he convulsed, making me and everyone around me scream. We had to call an ambulance. He barely survived.

~flashback over~

I shudder at the memory. Ever since that day, I wore gloves, constantly. "Jay maybe you should get it checked out, maybe they can stop it." Uh oh. "No." "Why not?" I set Ethan down. "Run along little man." He runs out of the kitchen and I lean against the counter "I don't wanna tell people." "Why not?" "I'm embarrassed." I say embarrassed just saying that. "He'll I wouldn't go to the doctor. I'd go to an electrician!" She laughs. "What if I go with you?" I shrug nervous. "Jase, I wanna be able to hold my husband's hand again." I smile and hug her sideways. "Ok babe."