Lox's POV....

Waking up in the middle of the night isn't uncommon for me. Opening my eyes and seeing a beautiful girl with her head against my shoulder and her arm draped across my chest is like a fantasy, and I quickly pinch myself so I know this is real.

I've wanted Greya here in bed with me since the first time I laid eyes on her. I've been too self-conscious to actually ask her to spend the night with me though. How I get ready for the night isn't romantic or attractive. And although I can skip a night here and there when we decide to be physically intimate with each other, my nightly routines and the splints I wear on my arm and leg when I sleep at night are part of my reality. A reality that can be embarrassing when you want to spend the night with someone as wonderful as Greya. How can I assure she'll still be attracted to me after she wakes up and realizes the man she's sleeping next to has one arm and leg immobilized in splints? It's not like she'll open her eyes and crave any romantic gestures.

Suddenly, her hand glides down my chest and lands at my waist. Her head still resting on my shoulder and the smell of her apple cinnamon shampoo pulls me away from my negative thoughts and brings me back to this moment.  When I focus on the now, Greya makes me feel desired and cared for. I feel like I have a home with her and I'm not going to let my insecurities, or my mentally unstable parents ruin this. Liam and I are not hiding this time.

If we don't hide, we risk our friends and Greya and Chase being in danger too. I can't live with that either.

I don't know what to do but I need to figure it out soon. Hopefully the Collins' will have more insight as to what's really going on when we see them tomorrow, or should I say, tonight since it's already three in the morning.

"Hey, Handsome. You okay?" Greya shifts up slightly and softly kisses my cheek. Her hand brushes up my side causing that inner tingling sensation to surge through my core.

"I'm n...not a g...great sleeper. Sorry if I w...woke you."

I nervously watch her as she lifts herself up, me thinking she's going to move away from me to her side of the bed.

Instead, she surprises me by moving closer and draping her leg over mine, not caring if her foot is resting against my leg splint. Half her body is lying over half of mine, so I wrap my good arm around her and snuggle her into me  while she lays her head just below my collar bone.

"Does this help?" She moves my splinted arm so my hand rests against the small of her back.

Hell, yes this helps. Does this help me want to sleep or want to kiss every inch of her body? I'm not sure which answer she's looking for, so I kiss the top of her head and hold her against me while her warmth transfers through my body.

"I l...love y...you Grey," is all I can say. Somehow she doesn't mind I'm half crippled with these splints attached to me while we're sleeping together. She wants to cuddle and be here with me. And knowing this, helps puts my mind at ease.

Before I know it, it's seven in the morning and I can hear Liam and Chase talking in the kitchen.

Greya stirs in my arm. I can't believe we slept holding each other. That was the best four hours of sleep I've ever had.

"M...morning, Love."

God, she's beautiful even when she just wakes up. Her bright green eyes sparkle as she looks up at me and smiles. Screw the morning breath, I'm kissing her anyway.

"Mmm, I could wake up like this every morning."

"Me t...too."

She gives me another quick kiss and gets up off the bed.

This is the part I'm anxious about. Her watching me remove my splints and trying to get out of bed after lying down for so long. I never know if my leg will work or not and after my seizures, I bet on the later.

If we're going to be together, she's going to witness all this eventually so nows as good a time as any.

"I'm going to quickly use the bathroom and then I'll come help you with whatever you need."

I nod because I'm too self conscious to speak. I don't want to need help but it's a given. Liam usually helps with the initial getting out of bed in the mornings so I don't fall on my face. Greya's been coming over in the mornings to do my stretches with me but that's after I've already gotten up and used the bathroom. This morning she'll experience it all.

I push myself up against the headboard and remove my arm splint first. My arm remains mostly straight and falls limp at my side, which is normal for me until I move it around. Taking my leg splint off with one hand is harder but I've been doing it for so long that I manage it.

Greya returns as I'm using my right hand to pick up my left foot and drop it back onto the bed. I'm sure that looks awkward.

She stands beside the bed next to me while I swing my legs over the side. I don't have control below my left knee, sometimes not even my knee, so I check to make sure my foot is planted correctly onto the floor.

"What do you need me to do?"

So many things but I'm going to keep it simple.

"Can y...you g...grab the wheelchair and b...bring it h...here?" Wow, I'm nervous asking for the damn chair.

She brings the chair near the bed for me. Since I can't walk at all without my foot and ankle supported with my AFO or having Liam carry me to the bathroom, I've been using the chair lately and it's so much easier to just hop in it and wheel myself to the bathroom. I can easily pull myself up with one arm and leg while using the grab bars I have around the sink and toilet, and do what I need to do.

I've mastered the one arm and leg transfers to and from my bed, so Greya doesn't need to help with that.

After I'm done in the bathroom, She'll need to help me stretch before I attach my AFO and attempt to walk.

I've managed not to look at her while I did my transfers. I'm not ready to see her reaction to all this, if she's having second thoughts about us now that she sees what I go through every morning.

I'm sitting on the edge of my bed again so she can help me. I'm in a pair of shorts but haven't gotten my shirt on yet. She's already dressed in a pair of tight black leggings and a light pink short sleeve shirt that hugs her perfect figure. She's perfect. Too perfect for me.

"Hey," she softly says as she steps in front of me and lifts my chin up towards her with her finger. Her other hand combs through my hair. A beautiful smile etched upon her face while she stares into my eyes.

She knows I'm having a hard time showing her the real me. I don't need to tell her how nervous I am that she'll reject me, because somehow, she knows what I'm feeling.

There's no hesitation from her when she climbs up on top of me and kneels on the bed, her thighs straddling mine and pulls my chest into hers. Her arms and hands wrapped around my bare skin, hugging me. Her warm soft lips graze my neck and she peppers me with small gentle kisses.

She's showing me that she loves me and the least I can do is be honest with her.

"I w...was s...scared to sh...show you all th...this."

"I know," she breathes into my neck. Her arms remain snug around me, her fingers brushing my back.

"You don't need to be scared with me. I loved you before and I love you still. Your limitations don't scare me and don't make me love you any less. You'll always be the bravest, most attractive, and brilliant man I know. My B." She says as she leans back slightly so she can cup my face with her hands and kisses me on the lips.

Our foreheads touch as we look into each others eyes. Her hands still cupping my face, my good arm holding her back. "Trust me B. You're it for me. Four working limbs or two, you're the only guy I'll ever want."

"I d...do trust you." That's not a lie. I trust her, it's me I need to start trusting more and believing I can be good enough for her.

She runs her fingers through my hair again and we stay like this for a moment. It's hard to think straight with her straddling my lap and her hands skimming my bare torso. There are so many things I want to be able to trust myself to do with her, trust that I'll be able to please her, trust that she'll keep on loving me through all the challenges.

"You know, I lost you once and it was the worst three years of my life. When I saw you again for the first time
with a cane and using one arm, the only thing that mattered to me was that I found you and you were alive. Your disabilities and memory loss are things we can work through together, as long as we have each other. I wouldn't live through losing you again."

"You're n...not going t...to lose me," I kiss her again.

I can't even imagine what it felt like for her when she thought I had died. I wouldn't want to live if I lost her either which is why I need to talk to the Collins and come up with a plan to keep us all safe and together.