Page 44 of True Me

“What’s the matter, Doll?” I ask her, looking down as she turns her face up at me.

“That’s the largest bed I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Couldn’t you find one even bigger than this one?” she asks, a smile on her face to let us know she’s teasing us.

“We can always find a bigger bed. It just takes a few clicks online and then we’ll have this one replaced,” Eagle answers her and her mouth drops open in shock.

“No. I wasn’t asking for a bigger bed. This one will be more than big enough for us to share and still have plenty of room between us if we need it. I was trying to be funny,” she says, lowering her eyes once again.

If I’ve noticed anything about Rebel since she woke up in the hospital, it’s that her confidence has been completely destroyed. She’s constantly second-guessing herself and hardly looks us in the eyes if she’s unsure of how we’re going to react to something she’s saying or doing. Chad has broken our girl and I don’t know how to start building her back up again. Eagle doesn’t know either. This is something she might have to work on with her counselor. Or maybe we can bring up the subject with her at some point when it’s just the three of us.

“Sweet Girl, you can laugh and joke. You can move forward with your life and be the truest version without feelin’ as if we’re laughin’ or judgin’ you for any reason. When the three of us are together, I want your tears if that’s what you need to do. If you need to laugh and joke, then laugh and joke with us. We want every side of you and will do everythin’ in our power to ensure we bring you back to where you were before Chad brought himself back in your life and tried to destroy you completely. Chad doesn’t get to destroy you if you don’t let him,” Eagle says as we move toward the bathroom of our room.

Once again, Rebel’s eyes bulge out of her head as she takes in all the details of the room we’re now standing in. The shower is a walk-in with only a thin piece of glass in the middle to prevent the water from spraying everywhere. It’s been done in a black marble with several cubbies for the various shampoos, conditioners, and body washes we’ll have in here at some point. There’s plenty of space for all of Rebel’s girly stuff.

Off to the side is a huge tub that will be more than accommodating for all of us to share when she’s in the mood for a bath instead of a shower. There are three sinks along a counter with plenty of space for all of our stuff like toothbrushes and Rebel’s make-up. I don’t even know what kind of stuff will be left on the counter of the bathroom yet. The toilet is in a separate room of the bathroom so Rebel can have some privacy if she needs to use it while one of us is in the shower or something.

“We have one more thing to show you in this room,” I tell Rebel as I carry her out of the bathroom and to a different door across the room on the opposite side of the bathroom and walk-in closet.

Opening the door with one hand, Eagle walks in behind us as we make our way into the nursery. Rebel looks around and I know she can’t figure out what this room is.

“This can be a nursery, Doll. We had this added on because it will be the easiest way to have a nursery without takin’ up one of the other bedrooms. When our little one gets old enough to be moved out of the nursery, we’ll be able to decorate it the way he or she wants before this room becomes empty again,” I say, looking around the room that’s completely bare with white walls and no color at all. Even the carpet is a neutral color so it doesn’t clash with any color we put on the walls of this room.

“I love this. This would make the perfect nursery for any babies we have in the future. I’m not ready to have a baby right now though,” she says, hastily adding on about not being ready.

“We’re not pressurin’ you to have kids yet, Rebel. When you’re ready for kids, we’ll be ready for babies. This hasn’t changed about bein’ on your timeline and at your pace. That won’t ever change because you’re the most important person in this relationship,” Eagle says, taking her from my arms and carrying her back into the bedroom. “We’ve got one more thing to give you before we move forward.”

“What do you mean?” Rebel asks, her voice full of confusion as I walk over to the closet and pull out the box at the very top of the shelf in the back where she didn’t see it.

“Chad didn’t just kidnap and torture you. He took the one thing we gave you that he was never supposed to get his hands on. It was destroyed by him. The guys found it in the cabin before they lit it on fire. While we brought the pieces back here to the clubhouse, there’s no way we can save the rag and have dealt with it,” I promise her as I walk out of the closet and hand the box over to her.

Rebel unties the ribbon on the box and lets it fall to the sides before she lifts the top and moves the tissue paper to the side. I keep a hold of the box so it doesn’t fall off of her lap with only being able to use one of her hands still. It’s too hard for her to use the one with the cast on it. Rebel’s working on it, but it’s going to take her time to get used to everything. Especially when she’s just started to wean herself from the pain medicine. She can’t stand taking it for any reason and will suffer instead of taking something that can help her.

“Sweet Girl, you’re already our ol’ lady and nothin’ will ever change that shit. You wore our rag and it was taken from you. Our love for you will never change and we want to represent it to the world around us. Everyone will know you belong to us and we belong to you. That we love one another and will support you in everythin’ you want to do for life,” Eagle says, looking to me as I bend down to kneel in front of our girl.

“Doll, I love you. The worst time in my entire life was when you were taken from us. You own my heart and soul and have for far longer than I’ll ever be able to pinpoint. One day Eagle and I just started seein’ you in a different light. We saw you as the amazin’ woman Pound recognized when he first found you. You’re not a woman who needs to be saved from herself or anyone else. Rebel, you don’t see how sexy and strong you truly are. We want to show you this every fuckin’ day for the rest of our lives and show everyone how much we love you and how much you mean to us,” I say, looking up at our girl and dragging her lips down to meet mine in a deep kiss full of all the longing and love I have for our girl.

“I’ll always be your ol’ lady, Eagle and Cash. I love both of you more than I’ll ever be able to show either one of you. I want to show the world how much I love you and what our relationship means to me,” she says, her voice soft and gentle as she looks between the two of us.

“Love you, Sweet Girl. Why don’t you get some rest while we start gettin’ food ready for the cookout. Everyone is comin’ here for dinner tonight. When you get up, you can come help us out,” Eagle suggests as I stand and help pull Rebel’s flip flop off of her foot and help her move up the bed.

Eagle and I remain in the room until Rebel falls into a deep sleep. Neither one of us will be too far from her while she sleeps so we can stop a nightmare from pulling her under too long and locking her in the memories she doesn’t need to think about or deal with on her own. In the meantime, we’ll start preparing the meat for the grill and getting everything for the salads cooked and starting to cool down so we can put them together when Rebel wakes up. If she can’t do something to help out, she’ll be pissed at us because we did everything without her. Rebel loves to help out and contribute to every aspect of our relationship. Even if it’s the simplest things we do on a daily basis she wants to be there right alongside us.

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