“I promise, I’ll never let it go.”
That was enough to draw her tears again. “Okay, I’m gonna go because the motherly tears are flowing again. I love you, boys.”
“Love you too, Mom,” we both said. “Goodnight.”
We sat for a couple of minutes in silence. My focus was on tossing my phone around one handed. The “mom” comment to Joey still weighed heavily on me. I wanted him forever, and no one knew that better than my mom.
“You all right?” he asked, chewing on the side of his mouth, drawing his dimples out.
“Yeah, yeah, I think I am,” I told him, stealing a kiss that quickly escalated to a defcon four level.
“Fucking hell,” Joey yelled.
I jumped off the bed, thinking I’d hurt him. “I’m sorry!”
“Sorry for what? You didn’t hurt me, my fucking dick did.”
“Huh?” I was so confused.
“Did you have a catheter?” he asked me.
Realization smacked me in the face and I had to laugh.
“Sorry, I don’t mean to laugh. Yes I did, but as soon as I came to I found out about you and made them bring me to you so arousal didn’t come into play for me,” I told him.
“Great, my fucking dick is hard and stinging like a mother fucker.” He grabbed it roughly, as though that would help any.
“I’d offer to help you with that, but I’m afraid a happy ending wouldn’t be so happy for you if you’re in that much pain now.”
“Ugh,” he slapped his forehead with his arm, “I’ll be happy when this is over and we’re home.”
“Me too, baby, me too. For now, scoot over so I can crash with you.” While he got situated, I changed into sweats and crawled in beside him. “I love you, Joey.”
“I love you too,” he kissed me, and we fell asleep facing each other.
I woke to a voice saying, “Ethan, don’t.” when I looked up, Diamond was poised over me mid-strike. The bastard was gonna smack me upside the head and Joe had busted him mid strike.
“I may be one armed, but I promise I’ll beat your ass with that one arm.” I eyed him.
He smirked and walked away.
Joey stirred beside me. “Things seem to be back to normal. Ugh, gotta pee.”
“Me too.” I slid out of bed, holding my hand out to him while Joe and I helped him stand.
“You guys got this?” he asked us.
“I think so, but just in case I’ll leave the door cracked,” I told him as he took to Joey’s other side, helping him across the room and into the bathroom. Being one handed on this mission wasn’t going to work for either of us, or for the housekeeping staff. “Um Joe, can you hold him up from behind while he takes care of business?” I knew Joey didn’t want that, but he was still too wobbly and me being one handed wasn’t going to work for anyone.
When we got back to bed, Mickey handed me drinks and bags of food. “Thank fuck, the shit they keep trying to serve him isn’t fit for human consumption.”
I got Joey set up with his breakfast sandwich and favorite Starbucks drink before digging into my own. “In case I haven’t said this, I fucking love you guys,” he told them between bites.
We finished the day much as we had the day before, but with Joey doubling his steps in PT today. Before we knew it, the two weeks had passed, and they were pleased enough with his progress to allow us to go home. With both our casts and slings off we were good to go and couldn’t get on the plane fast enough.