Lox's POV...

2 years later.....

We're going to the summer olympics! Actually, Greya's about to be an olympian. This is insane! My beautiful green eyed angel made it onto the US Women's soccer olympic team and she's a starting forward. I knew it was possible for her years ago, but she only accepted the fact a little over two years ago, after I gave a surprisingly incredible performance at the Los Angeles Christmas Palooza.

I had no idea the song I had written and sung for Greya would earn me a six figure contract. I received multiple contracts that night, many from people I didn't have a chance to speak with that night. The majority I turned down because their stipulations expected me to always perform in front of an audience, no hiding behind the curtain.

The night I sung Greya's song for the first time, I allowed the curtain to be drawn back, revealing myself and Greya sitting at the piano. I had the sling stand that held my left arm removed so no one would see the contraption. The audience had no visual confirmation of my handicaps and no one noticed I played using only my right hand while I sang. Greya's eyes filled with tears as she smiled next to me. In the end, I received a standing ovation as the show's host introduced me to the crowd and told them I was responsible for the beautiful music they all heard throughout the event. Greya stayed close by me for support while I tried to stand from the piano and take a bow without falling on my face. I heard a lot of "wows, whoa, sharp inhaled breaths, and other surprised reactions from the crowd as I took a few small limping steps forward, revealing my true self.

Needless to say, I was bombarded by producers, other song writers, music companies, managers all shockingly impressed by my left sided paralysis and my ability to play the piano the way I do. When I spoke out loud for them to hear my stutter, they almost didn't believe it was me who had just sung. They immediately began throwing numbers at me.

I wasn't ready for any of it.

Without a doubt in her mind, Greya helped me secure the deal that would make me happy and with the least amount of live performances. I still had a lot to work on physically to be where I wanted to be and the contract I signed gave me my best chance.

I write songs and I sing them in the comfort of a private music studio. My loyal manager, my producer, and the sound system managers are the people I can count on when I'm there working. They've been supporting me since the day I signed on the dotted line, agreeing to record songs for the next five years. It's not a bad gig at all.

My schedule is more open now, but when I started this I had already vowed to myself to improve my physical abilities, strength and speech the best I could. It required me going to the studio in the mornings and attending physical and speech therapy mid day so I could be back home when Chase got out of school. I wasn't the only one with goals and dreams. Greya had them too and I wasn't going to let her sacrifice any of hers for me, or for anyone else. She deserved everything she wanted and more. So, together with the help of Liam, Fynn, Cohen, Declan, and Ari, we made it happen for Greya.

Two years later and here we are. About to watch Greya capture her dreams and perform on the biggest stage in the world! I'm beyond proud of my girl.

"Where is she? Do you see her?" Chase impatiently waits by my side.

"Soon buddy. She'll be here soon."

We haven't seen her in two days and this is the only chance to see her until the tournament is over. Cohen and the rest of the gang are out exploring. We have two passes to meet with the players before the first game and everyone decided Chase and I use them.

"Take three steps to y...your left, Chase. I see them coming.

"Really?"

"Y...yes." My speech is almost normal. My brain still doesn't know how to produce words that start with Y and W without me stuttering, but I'll take it. I've come a long way thanks to my speech therapist and my constant singing. Greya always has been and continues to be my biggest cheerleader when it comes to any small feat I overcome. She's my rock, the reason why my life is so amazing now. So what if my body has limitations, Greya's never seen me as less of a man for them, nor has she ever let them stop me from doing the things I want to do. That burden is on me. My insecurities are things I'm always going to work on.

"Chase!" Greya calls out from the crowd and waves at us.

"Take my arm, I'll bring you to her," I tell him.

We slowly advance through the obstacle of people blocking us from Greya. Seventy-five percent of the time, I don't need a crutch or cane to get around. I wear a very thin custom leg brace from ankle to mid thigh that allows me to lock or unlock the knee hinge depending on how I'm feeling. My limp will always be noticeable but I continue to improve every month.

"Almost there, she's just ahead of us."

"Chase! B! I've missed you!" She throws he arms around both of us.

"It's only been two days, Grey," wise Ass says to her.

"Two days too long. How are you guys?"

I smile at her while waiting for Chase to expel his built up anticipation. He rambles on about the food, the hotel, and everywhere else he's been this week since we arrived here.

"That's great! I'm so glad you're all having fun. I only have a few more minutes though," she says. Chase steps to the side, giving Greya and I a chance to talk.

She stands in front of me, wrapping her arms around my neck while I hold her waist and pull her into me. She leans in to kiss me, my good arm tightening around her while I deepen the kiss.

"God I've missed you," I breathe.

"I hate being away from you," She says.

The feeling's mutual.

"You guys have been apart before, for longer than a week you know."

"Can I slap him upside the head?" She jokingly asks me.

"Probably not," I chuckle.

She moves back and examines me. I find it cute and enduring when she does it.

"No cane or crutch?"

I shake my head. "Not for a few days."

She smiles from the way I'm able to clearly put a sentence together. I'll never get used the way her emerald eyes shine with pride and happiness for me.

"And you're feeling alright?"

"Y...yes, Love. Don't w...worry about me. I'm fine. Chase is fine, everyone's fine," I smile and hug her again.

Being without her is just shy of torture. Chase is right. We've done it before. Many times actually since she started training with the team. It sucks when we're apart, yet we survive knowing it's all worth it in the end.

She's more worried about me this time around because we're surrounded by thousands of people, the hotel is jam packed, noise envelopes us everywhere around here. This type of stimuli could cause a seizure. I haven't had one in seven months. The longest stretch I've had seizure free and this environment could end my record stretch.

"I can handle this," I whisper to her.

"I know what to do if he has a seizure Grey, we all do. And Liam watches him as much as you would, so I think we have him covered." Chase and his super sonic hearing.

Poor Liam. He'll always be the protective little brother. Says he owes me that after all the years I protected him. He doesn't owe me anything, I'd gladly do it all over again to keep him safe. Liam moving to campus was the best thing for him. He's made so many friends and even got back into club football. He's happy for the first time in his life and I'm happy too.

"Are you two done so we can go find our seats? Chase huffs.

"I might slap him upside the head for the both of us," I joke.

"Honestly, Love. W...We're all good. Please don't w...worry. This is y...your time to shine like I know y...you w...will." Ugh! Those damn stuttering letters.

"Shit! I'm going to be late! Chase?" She pulls his arm and he moves in to give her a hug. Next she returns and hugs me again, peppering me with kisses, making me laugh.

"I don't know when I'll get to see you again."

"Hopefully not until after y...you bring home a medal. And even if y...you don't, know that I'm beyond proud and ecstatic for y...you. Y...you deserve this, all of it my love."

"Ugh! Get a room," Chase pretends to mock us. I know he love us.

"Ok. I'll see you guys when it's over then! I love you both."

"Good luck sis! Score some goals," Chase shouts after her.

"Come on, let's go find the others." I hold out my arm for him. I still laugh to myself when I think about the lame leading the blind. Not that Chase shows any care in the world about how we appear. Still, there's humor in it.

"Since I'm fifteen and a half, you think you can teach me to drive?"

I stop walking.

"Y...you know that I can't drive right?" I remind him.

"You have five months until you're one year seizure free. The doctor said you can drive after the one year mark, right?" I nod even though he can't see me.

"Y...you are aware y...you need y...your sight to drive?"

He smiles then looks around him and then focuses on something in the sky.

Ummm.

"Is there something y...you're not telling us?" Can't be, could there?

"I can see outlines," he says like it's no big deal.

"W...what?" Greya's going to freak out over this.

"I've been seeing them for months. First they were blobs now outlines of people, trees, cars. At least I think that's what they are." He laughs a little and shrugs.

What.The.Fuck!

"W...why haven't y...you told y...your sister?"

"I didn't know what was happening to me at first. I thought it was my imagination, but I kept seeing more and more. I was scared and then hopeful. I didn't want to worry Greya or get her hopes up too if it turned out to be nothing. She's finally living her dream and I didn't want to ruin anything for her."

"Y...you could never ruin anything. She loves y...you more than life itself, w...with or w...without y...your sight. She w...worries because she loves y...you, but y...you need to tell her after the olympics are over."

"I know. Hey, maybe in another five months, I'll be able to see more and you'll be driving!"

"Y...yeah! W...wouldn't that be something!"

"Yeah."

We continue walking to the stadium. Both of us quietly smiling at ourselves for different and same reasons.

This is as life should be.

Love, pain, happiness, challenges, and rewards all coexisting for the greater good. I was lost until Greya found me and accepted me for me. Greya was lost for a while too. Our struggles are what brought us to this point. We've overcome so much apart and together that we're now tethered by heart and soul.

Our lives are perfectly imperfect the way it was meant to be and I wouldn't change it for anything.

                             The End

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Greya and Lox's story has come to an end. I hope you enjoyed reading about their unique struggles and love story as much as I enjoyed writing about them!

Thank you to my loyal readers!!!

I'll be working on changing some of the chapters to "A Touch of Grey" and then I'll be writing a new story... or series!!

Stay tuned!!