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XXIX. Let Me Show You The Way

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XXIX. Let Me Show You The Way

The next day when I arrive to visit Heather in the hospital, I'm greeted in the hallway by the entire Daniels family. Little Sarah comes running up to me and wraps her tiny arms around my legs. I pick her up, holding her against me, and my heart melts when she wraps her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly. I gently rub her back and walk up to where Nate, Bex, and a smaller version of Nate is standing. This must be JD, their oldest.

Heather had filled me in one day about the situation. Nate had accidentally got another woman pregnant while heavily intoxicated when he came back after his first deployment. He'd thought it was Bex but she was living in California, running away from the heartache he'd given her. The mom turned out to be a real piece of work and an addict, refusing to get clean. When Nate finally left the army and came back home, he got full custody of his son and raised him as a single father. When Bex returned home from California and they rekindled their relationship, she took in JD as her own. To Bex, that's her first born, her son. I'm not surprised though, that's just how Bex is, making her one hell of a woman.

"Hey you must be JD. I'm Carter, nice to finally meet you buddy," I smile down at him and give him a firm pat on the shoulder. He looks up at me awestruck, making me chuckle.

Bex smiles and wraps her arm around him into a motherly side hug. He immediately smiles back at her and lovingly wraps his arms around her waist. I can tell he's just as attached to her as she is with him, proving JD is definitely a mama's boy. I was the same way when my mom was alive. Nate grins at me, patting my shoulder as a greeting before holding his arms out to Sarah. She giggles, happily reaching for her daddy. I hand her off and shove my hands in my pockets. When Maria walks out of the room with her purse, she smiles up at me before giving me a warm hug. She lets Bex know she's ready to go since it's early in the morning and they all have to get to their jobs. Luckily I'm on my 48 hours now so I can stay here with Heather so she's not alone.

I gently knock on the door when I walk in where Heather is sitting on the bed in black leggings and a thin University of Jamestown hoodie while watching the television. She beams at me and I head straight for her as soon as the door closes. God I've missed her. I wanted to come by last night to see her but it was late and Bex had informed us she was knocked out from the pain medication. I sit on the edge of the bed facing her and softly press my lips to hers. She cups my face with her good hand as she slowly slides her finger tips along my jaw bone. I'm caught off guard when she pushes her tongue into my mouth but I return the gesture instantly. I love tasting Heather and I'll never turn down some sexy French kissing. I deepen the kiss even more by cupping her face with both hands where they end up in her hair.

When I lean in closer to her, she leans back further into the bed. It's propped up at an angle and I reach over to the side where the buttons are at. I push on the down button and the bed begins to lay further back at a steadily pace. Heather giggles into our kiss but doesn't protest. Once it's laid back enough, I carefully climb onto the bed and lean over her body. I know she's bruised and sore so if I lay directly on top of her, it'll hurt. I continue to kiss her passionately, gently stroking her neck and shoulders with my hand.

When I move my mouth to her neck, softly kissing and sucking at it, she lets out a small moan and rolls her head back, giving me more access. I get greedy and gently nibble at the skin while I reach my hand up to her breast. I knead it through her hoodie and bra, making her moan louder. My shaft reacts immediately and I softly press my hips down so that my shaft can rub against her bundle of nerves. I hear a gasp as she runs her fingers through my hair while pulling the strands, letting me know she's in the mood and wants me. Just as I'm about to push her hoodie up to expose her stomach to me, there's a knock on the door. I quickly sit up and move to the chair next to the bed. Heather giggles at my reaction while sitting up as best as she can with the position the bed is currently in. The doctor from yesterday walks in, greeting us with a warm smile.

"Good morning Heather, I hope you're feeling well," he beams as he opens up the folder in his hands, looking over the contents inside. Heather gives him a curt smile, waiting for him to continue.

"I've looked over your stats from last night and you're doing exceptionally better. I put in the paper work for your discharge so you'll be able to go home soon," he smiles at her and she sighs with relief. I can tell she hates being here. But honestly who likes the hospital?

"Just keep an eye on your concussion. If you get any of the side effects on the aftercare paperwork, come back in. I'm sure you're in the clear since you were fine during the night but anything is possible. Also make sure you keep the splint on and in a sling to help with the swelling and pain while it heals. Other than that, you're good to go once you sign the discharge paperwork. Like I said, you're a very lucky girl Heather," he smiles before walking out. Heather sighs and grabs the sling from the tray next to her, frowning as she puts it on.

"I hate this damn thing. It's a major pain in the ass," she pouts as she clicks the remote, surfing through the channels on the television. I smirk with a chuckle as I sit up on the edge of the chair.

"Well I could think of other ways to keep your arm above your heart to help with the swelling," I grin at her while pushing the up button on the side of the bed, putting it back up to where it was before.

"I'm sure you can," she smiles at me as I stand up and looks down at my erection that's pushing into the inside of my jeans. I flex my hips forward and she bites her swollen bottom lip at me. Fuck. I want to take her right now in this hospital bed but I know I'll never get the chance to with the staff constantly walking in so I'll hold it off until later when we get home.

For the remainder of the time, I curl up in bed with her as we watch reruns of Home Improvement. I listen to her giggle as Tim Taylor staple gun himself to a 2x4 after giving it his own modification. I absolutely love the sound of her laugh as it makes my heart skip a beat. When she edges closer into me, not wanting to be apart, it makes the butterflies in my stomach flutter. I'm so in love with her that at times it physically hurts. Even so, I wouldn't give up the pain for anything. Heather Daniels is my everything now.

When she finally gets discharged, I offer to take her home but she tells me she wants to go back to my place instead. I don't object at all and when we walk through the door to my loft, I'm not disappointed. I end up showing her all the different ways for me to keep her arm up as she thanks me over and over again. We spend the rest of my time off making love and spending quality time together, talking about anything and everything. There's only one topic that doesn't get brought up and I'm okay with that. When I told her I loved her after making love, she only smiled at me and I was okay with that too. At least she didn't tell me to stop, giving me hope. I know that eventually she'll say it back and when she does, I know it'll be the best day of my life.