In due time (Completed)

Chapter 63- In due time

A week later
Kate

Dr Peters signed off on Tyler's discharge. It's been a tough week and a few more worse days were to follow. Between the morning sickness, being with Tyler most of the day in hospital and helping Maria plan Ed's funeral, you can safely say it's been a nightmare. Maybe not as intense as a nightmare but pretty damn close. Tyler was far from fully recovered, he won't be for atleast another 4 months or so, but he was stable and healthy enough to be sent home. His mobility was limited at the moment. He could walk on his own but he couldn't be on his feet for long periods of time. His surgical scar still needed frequent dressing as it only now began to dry up and heal while my minor scars and bruises had almost completely disappeared, only leaving behind faint reminders of an ordeal I did not wish to relive.

Alex was preparing to go back to New York after the funeral tomorrow, Chris was long gone having finished his 'damage control', my mum and Maria were out doing last minute checks on all the preparations while Dimitri, Hazel, Nic and Javi accompanied us home seeing as they took the day off in preparation for the worst weekend we were all about to have.

"You think you're gonna make it inside or should I carry you out?" D mocked Tyler as we got out of the car.

"Fuck off," Tyler bit back humorously.

This past week has no doubt been the worst for Tyler. He's been quieter than usual, mourning his loss while trying to put on a grief free face. He may have fooled a few people but definitely not me. Maria and I tried to include him in the funeral planning as much as we could thanks to his insistence despite his condition. He was set to give the eulogy tomorrow but I wasn't so confident about that going as planned. When a person hides their emotions from the world, there's always that moment when even they can't hold it in anymore and I dreaded that day for Tyler.

"It's good to finally be out of that place," Tyler said as we entered the house.

"Remind me again, how is it you work there yet can't stand staying there?" Javi asked sarcastically as he shut the door behind him.

"I need to take a shower," Tyler said.

"But you did," Nic replied.

"Yeah, in a hospital which I can somehow still smell."

I chuckled and rolled my eyes. He was really such a drama queen sometimes. "I'll help you up the stairs," I said then added for the rest of them, "there's food and drinks in the fridge, help yourselves."

"Don't mind if I do," of course Hazel was quick to reply. "Should I make lunch? Frittatas? Pan pizza? Oohh, cocktails and burgers! Nope not cocktails, mocktails coz you know some people are pregnant and all that!" She rambled on.

She has been on my ass the entire week about hiding my pregnancy from them for sooooo long. Can this girl exaggerate or what? When I finally explained everything I was glad they all understood why we did what we did. Even so, Hazel has not stopped talking about it since then. And she wondered why I kept it from her.

"You do you, Hay. The kitchen is all yours," I replied and watched as she beamed from ear to ear.

She kinda reminded me of pinky pie from My little Pony. Weird comparison coming from a grown ass woman I know, don't judge me. All that time in paeds was rubbing off on me.

We made our way, slowly and carefully, up the stairs until we reached the room. I made Tyler have a seat on the bed for a few seconds while I pulled out something from the closet for him to change into. I had finished laying out his clothes and I was on my way back to close the closet doors when he grabbed onto my hand. My first reaction was concern. I thought that that walk up the stairs may have been too much on his body.