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“I know there’s somethin’ goin’ on with her. She’s been distant with Lyric and you know how close those two are. Ever since we were in the hospital, there’s been a disconnect with Paige. Lyric won’t tell me what’s goin’ on with her though. All she says is that her sister has demons she fights daily and that she can’t seem to work through whatever is goin’ on. I wish I could help you more than tellin’ you that. If you truly wanna be with Paige, then make her talk to you. The next time you go in her room or whatever, talk instead of fuckin’ her. Make her see that you can handle whatever it is that she’s fightin’ against and it’s not gonna change how you feel about her.”
Ricochet and I make the rest of the short trip in silence. I know he’s thinking about what I’ve said to him and he’s trying to figure out a way to make this talk with Paige happen. I’m lost trying to figure out what’s going on with her. My brother is fucking hurting and in so much pain. I want to fix this for him but I can’t force Paige to talk to him or anyone else. I want to make her talk to Lyric and fix whatever is going on in their relationship and I can’t do anything about it. It fucking sucks and I hate that one girl is tearing the world apart for two extremely important people in my life. If it continues to drag on, Paige is gonna hear what I have to say and I’ll just have to deal with the fallout from Lyric and my brother getting pissed at me for what I have to say.
When we pull back into the clubhouse parking lot, Ricochet doesn’t park in front like he normally does. Instead he drives around the back toward where the houses have been built. I look over at him wondering what the fuck is going on. He just smiles and looks over at me before focusing on driving once again.
“What the fuck are you doin’? Lyric is waitin’ to hear how the appointment with Doc went. I don’t want to leave her in the room alone for longer than necessary, Ricochet,” I ask my brother because he shouldn’t be taking me anywhere but back to my room.
“You’ll see. Lyric isn’t in your room at the clubhouse. Doc knows she’s out of bed for a few minutes and is okay with it. She’s pretty sure if anythin’ were gonna happen, it would already be happenin’. She still wants to take every precaution you guys can, but a few minutes out of bed isn’t gonna make a difference today,” my brother informs me and anger fills me because they have no right to take my girl out of bed without my knowledge. They’re not the ones with so much to fucking lose. Lyric and I are.
Ricochet stops in front of the house we had built for us. It’s not like the rest of the houses on the compound. Our house is three stories high and has a finished basement. The basement is a shared space for all of us. I’ve got the first floor, Ricochet is on the second floor, and Hawkeye wanted the third floor. Each of us have a complete house on one floor. I’ve got a large kitchen with an island and dining room, a huge living room with a fireplace and built-in shelves surrounding where the TV will go, there’s a laundry room, two bathrooms, an office, storage, and four bedrooms. Our house is fucking massive. Each floor kind of mirrors one another. My brothers and I want to live together but also want our own space. So this is the compromise we came up with.
“What the fuck are we doin’ here? The house hasn’t been furnished or anythin’ yet. Lyric doesn’t need to be out of bed just to see where we’ll be livin’ when we can get the fuck outta bed,” I growl out trying not to yell right now as I see my dad’s truck parked next to us.
Lyric is in the passenger seat as she looks over and waves at me. The smile on her face is so bright it lights up the world. My anger at her being out of bed is gone in an instant. Her smile is everything and if this is making it happen when it’s been so long since I’ve seen it, then I’m not gonna take this away from her. Not if Doc said it’s okay.
“I told you she’d be here. Now, let’s get the fuck inside. Um, we did make one addition to the house that you don’t know about yet. It barely got done in time. Hawkeye lost his shit because we were told they needed more time,” Ricochet tells me as he gets out of the truck and gets the wheelchair out of the back where he put it.
My dad, Hawkeye, and Ricochet get Lyric and I settled in the wheelchairs. As soon as we’re ready to go, they push us into the garage that’s attached to the side of the house leading into the laundry room on my floor. There’s two other entrances for my brothers so they aren’t always coming in my house. Plus, there’s an elevator leading up from the basement to all three floors. Hawkeye wanted it installed for times like right now. If we’re injured, then we always have a way to our own floor and don’t have to stay with one of the others.
The second we’re in the garage, I see that a ramp’s been installed. Lyric waves her arms around in the air as she realizes that this has been done for both of us. It’s not just because I’m in a wheelchair, they want my girl to be able to get in and out of the house too. I know she’ll have tears in her eyes as my dad pushes her up the ramp and into our home.
“Now, we’ve gone through everythin’ that you both wanted to have in the house to make it a home for your family. So, we’ve combined everythin’ we’ve heard from you two and did what we could to make this your dream home. At least we hope so,” Hawkeye says, rubbing the back of his neck as he walks between where my dad is pushing Lyric and Ricochet pushes me.
“Unfortunately, you’re not gonna be able to look at it right now. Doc said we could only have Lyric out of bed long enough to get here and then she’s to get right back in bed. So, that’s what we’re gonna do. It might be that you’re on bed rest, but the walls have changed,” my dad tries to joke as he makes a beeline for the master bedroom.
It doesn’t take them long to get us both back in bed. The first thing I notice is the notebooks and pens sitting on the nightstands. Oh yeah, no one knows I can actually talk now. I mean, Lyric will still have to write everything down, so she’ll need the notebooks and pens. After my mom fusses over us and makes sure we’re comfortable and covered by the blankets on the bed, I decide to tell everyone how the appointment went.
“Doc cleared me to talk,” I say once everyone has calmed down. “She doesn’t see me takin’ any longer for my ankle or wrist to heal either. I had some x-rays done and she said everythin’ looks really good.”
Everyone congratulates me and I look at Lyric as she furiously scribbles away in one of the notebooks. While I’m sure we might end up feeling isolated here at the house now since we’re on bed rest, but I know my extended family well enough to know everyone in the club will be stopping in here to see us. Plus, we’ll be able to spend time with everyone in our own space away from the clubhouse. Maybe that will make a difference to us at some point.
I’m so happy for you, sexy. That’s such great news. And I have to say, hearing your voice is sexy as hell. I almost forgot how sexy you sound. Now, your voice is different and kind of growly and deep. Sexy as fuck! I love you, Shawn. I’m up next and I can’t wait to hear what Doc has to tell us.
The rest of the day we hang out with my family. Paige is missing as usual for her these days. It upsets Lyric despite her trying to hide her pain from me. I know when my girl is hurting and Paige is definitely hurting her more than she deserves. Lyric doesn’t deserve to ever hurt for any reason. Paige and I will definitely be having words at some point soon. Pushing those thoughts aside, I focus on spending time with the love of my life and my family. That’s what’s important today. It’s a good day and I need to focus on that instead of what’s dragging us down.
Chapter Fourteen
Lyric
SHAWN HAS BEEN able to talk again for a week now. Hearing his voice gives me hope that we’re on the right path and our recovery is progressing as it should. Plus, it’s amazing to hear his sexy voice even though I still have to write everything down when I want to communicate with someone. I hate that shit, but I can appreciate his voice and listening to him talk to our baby when we’re alone in our room. Shawn spends hours when we’re alone talking to my stomach and telling our little ones everything he plans on doing as they grow and get older. He doesn’t even care if we have boys or girls. That’s the best part of this pregnancy. I thought Shawn would want boys and only boys. To hear him talk about having a daughter is amazing to hear. Even if he says she can’t date until he’s old and gray and can’t move around like he’ll eventually be able to when we’re healed. That had me laughing hysterically even if he couldn’t hear the sound.
“Princess, are you ready to head out? Dad and Mom will be here in a few minutes to pick us up. Mom just messaged me and told me to be ready. Well, I mean as ready as we can be,” Shawn informs me as we remain in bed.
The drawback of being so injured and on bed rest is that we have to rely on everyone else for everything we need. To go to the bathroom, get dressed, wash up around our casts, our meals. Every single thing we need taken care of has to be done for us. I hate that shit, but there’s nothing I can do about it. I’ve had to let go of some of my independence to let others take care of me. I need to accept the help when I’m so used to fucking relying on myself or having Paige help me. It’s been just the two of us for so long and now I don’t have her. She’s withdrawing from my life and it’s my fault.
I’m ready to go. Maybe she’ll let me get out of bed. Even if I’m just able to sit in the wheelchair and leave the bedroom. Maybe go sit in the clubhouse or something once in a while. I don’t know that I’d want to on a daily basis, but it would beat staying in the bedroom. Though, I love spending time with you here alone. I just want to be around other people too. Maybe see more than these four walls on a daily basis.
Handing the notebook over to Shawn, I wait for him to read what I’ve written.
“That would be nice, princess. I just don’t want you to overdo anythin’ and have somethin’ happen to our little ones. We’ll wait for the ultrasound and then listen to what Doc says. They’re here,” Shawn says as I hear the door from the garage into our laundry room open.
Tank and Maddie enter our room with large smiles on their faces. They’ll be the only ones to go with us today. Since this is just an ultrasound and I don’t have to get examined today before the ultrasound, they’re going to come back with us until Doc does my exam. Then, they’ll wait in the waiting room for us. Well, out in the hallway because Tank will have to help me back in the wheelchair after I’ve gotten dressed again. Maddie will help me get dressed since Shawn still can’t.
Once we’re both in a wheelchair, we’re pushed to the garage and taken down the ramp out to Tank’s truck. He did bring his bike with him in a trailer, but I’m glad we have his truck. It’s comfortable and Shawn and I can both sit in it without worrying about our casts hitting everything. Shawn will ride up front with his dad and I’ll be in the back with his mom. It’s the only way for us all to be comfortable and that’s how we came home from the hospital. We’re in the same vehicle and that’s what’s important to us.
It doesn’t take us long to get to Doc’s office. We make our way inside and Tank checks me in since I can’t talk. Shawn and I are sitting next to one another in our wheelchairs as people stare at us. They all want to know what happened to us, but they don’t dare ask the questions they’re dying to know the answers to. It unnerves me because I feel guilty and ashamed of the way I look with the bruises still covering my skin and all mottled looking because of the colors of them. Most of them are gone already, but a few of the larger ones still have the yellowish green color mixed with a lighter purple. Shawn is the same way with the bruises he still has. Thankfully, the road rash is almost completely healed at this point. He’s not in pain down his side from it any longer and can shift around in bed easier.
“Lyric,” a nurse calls my name from the door that will lead back to the exam rooms and where the ultrasound room is.
