Meant To Be

Chapter 24

24

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Against his mighty will, Archie Andrews has accepted to take physical therapy.At first, he said no. Then, he avoided the question as much as he could, and regardless of the good place he was right now with Veronica, nothing and no one could change his mind...that is until Jughead Jones entered the house with the therapist on his tail, really leaving no option to refuse.

So here he was laying flat on his bed, letting the therapist do her job, lifting and moving his dead legs up and down, looking for a sign of any reflexes left, but it is useless, why can't anybody see that but him?.

Things have gone...more smoothly than usual. He wasn't in a cranky mood and all that is thanks to his lovely, sexy wife. He smiled while the therapist started massaging his long legs at the thought of him and Veronica moaning while they fuck each other's brains out on this same bed...well due to his condition, she has been doing basically all the work but she wasn't complaining at all. She has moved back into his room, while Michael has started sleeping alone again, leaving enough time for them to stay awake later than usual.

Upon the increased release he has been feeling during the last two weeks, he has decided to assume the title of Head of the council once again and deep down he knows Veronica was glad, she has enough on her plate as it is. Still, regardless of his efforts to return to a normal life, the sight of the damn black wheelchair is a slap on the face, because it's a reminder that no matter what he does, he will never be who he used to be.

About four days ago,Jughead came up with an idea that perhaps is the best thought he has ever had. Andrews Hotel & Casino. Yes...he wants us to wash the dirty money in a casino, to which it makes sense, wash money with more money!, Not only that but it will provide more jobs to the families of Riverdale and expansion is on the horizon, besides it's time we step up the game if we want to become completely legitimate.

The therapist is...not bad looking now that I think about it. She's young...maybe a bit younger than Veronica, perhaps 22 or 23. The white scrubs she's wearing fit her perfectly,she has been quiet, only asking if it hurts here and there. Her hair is a Sandy color, perfectly put together in an impeccable ponytail.

" How long have you been unable to walk...if you don't mind me asking?" She asked shyly.

" It's gonna be almost four months."

" I see" is all she said, continuing to massage near the knees.

It's awkward really, to be in such proximity with a stranger, especially since I'm not a social person, but what choice do I really have?. Freaking Jughead!.

" Aahmm"

Clearing her throat and Prompt in the doorway was none other than my wife. Dressed comfortably in jeans and a tight t-shirt. She has been more subtle and calm since our relationship ultimately has started improving, still she looks beautiful as always.

" I was talking to Jughead downstairs and he mentioned he came with a therapist...I must assume, I was expecting someone else. Nice to meet you, Veronica Andrews." She has learned so much from her father, it's called marking territory and to this I must admit I had to smile.

" Is nice to meet you too, I'm Anna"

" Anna, what do you think about Archie?"

" I just met him, but he seems like a nice person" She smiled genuinely. She doesn't know what she's getting herself into.

" I was asking from a medical standpoint" yup, her right eyebrow just raised,she looked at her up and down, poor girl, then again I'm not getting in the middle of that.