Levi's POV...

Today is either going to turn out to be really good or very bad.

I didn't sleep at all last night and it wasn't because of pain or muscle spasms, it's because I'm terrified about today. I haven't been back to work in a while and even though my last gig in London was successful according to the director, for me it was a  painful nightmare... literally and figuratively.

Charlotte keeps reminding me it will be different this time. I won't need to walk around the set as much, no one will notice my leg brace underneath my pants, all the shots will be above my waist. Mark has already made sure there won't be any stairs or other obstacles I'll need to maneuver. I'm surprised the producer agreed to the accommodations and thankful he's giving me a chance at the same time.

'Baby steps' is what Charlotte says. Frankly, I'm sick of taking everything slow, like I'm not capable of anything else. I know she doesn't mean it like that, I'm discouraged nonetheless.

What makes things worse is that we have Charlotte's appointment right before and if we don't receive good news, I'll be a useless mess on the set.

"Morning, Handsome," Charlotte rolls towards me, catching me staring up at the ceiling while we're still lying in bed.

"Morning, Beautiful," I roll over to meet her lips.

"Are you nervous for today?" She asks while running her fingers through my hair and kissing me again.

"Yes," I'm not going to deny how anxious I am when she sees it all over my face.

Her soft fingers trail down the side of my face as she smiles at me; my eyes closing on instinct from her contact.

"You are going to do great. No one can resist this face," I feel both her hands cupping my face as she plants a kiss onto my forehead.

"I'm more worried about your appointment. You and the baby are more important than this one day job," I open my eyes so I can look into hers. The way her emerald eyes shine for me reminds me how much she truly cares for me.

"Roll back over, I'll massage your back first," she instructs and I listen, knowing this is unfortunately a daily requirement for my body to function as normal as possible.

Her fingers knead into my back, starting with the muscles along my spine, then making her way to the knots in my lower back. When she digs into my right hip, I hadn't intended to yelp, but I do.

"Sorry babe!" She lightens the pressure.

"Why is that area always so painful? It's beginning to bother me more when I extend my leg out to the side and when I bring my knee up higher, stairs are not getting easier either," I may as well tell her everything. Maybe there's something else she can try with me so I'm not begging Lance for more pills. If there's another way for me feel better, I can ditch the meds before having to tell her about them. I can't continue to hide them from her.

"How long has this been going on, Levi?" Her voice is stern, she almost sounds upset with me already.

I ignore her question for longer than I should. Her fingers tap against my side, motioning for me to roll onto my back. She begins working on my right leg first. Her eyes searching mine for any answers.

"Levi, I'm not mad at you, I just need you to tell me how long this has been going on so I can help you."

I squeeze the bridge of my nose with my fingers and sigh, "Awhile," I finally admit.

I'm prepared for her to scold me for not telling her sooner, but she doesn't. She moves her focus to my left leg and sharply inhales.

"Okay," she exhales. I look at her confused.

"I think we should have a MRI done on your hip to check for any possible injuries before coming up with a new plan."

"Okay," I manage to agree; waiting for the reprimanding that never happens and further proving how much I don't deserve someone like her.

She finishes with me and goes into the bathroom to get ready. I watch her for a few minutes before getting myself out of bed. She catches me staring from the mirror and smiles. "Landon wants to come with us today and go to the set with you after," she tells me.

"Yeah? Alright," I reach for my brace and attach it to my foot and leg.

She move away from my sight so I put my hand on top of the nightstand to support myself as I walk towards the closet. I grab some clothes and sit back down onto the bed to put on my shirt and pants.

Standing and walking takes a little longer for me first thing in the morning, but once I get going, I'm fine.

I brace myself with one hand on the bed as I stand up and attempt to button up my pants with my other hand. "Here, let me," Charlotte walks over and stands in front of me, holding my hips steady so I can use both hands to finish getting dressed.

"You good?" She asks before leaving me standing there while she gets my crutches for me.

"Thanks Love," I kiss her forehead.

After I walk around the flat for a bit, I can drop a crutch and only use the other for the rest of the day, and possibly try not using either of them. I don't want to show up on the set making everyone think I'm not capable of shooting the commercial.

We all eat breakfast together before Landon drives us to the doctor's office. He's been uncharacteristically quiet all morning. I don't know if it's because he feels uncomfortable being here with us or if he's just nervous like we are. Charlotte on the other hand has been a chatterbox, and frankly I don't mind her nervous rambling to keep me occupied.

At the office, Charlotte has her blood drawn again and then another ultrasound after. "Brilliant!" Landon finally speaks once he lays eyes on the monitor.

"That's your godchild," I proudly tell him.

"Really?" A huge smile plastered across his face.

"Yes, we want you to be the baby's godfather!" Charlotte confirms.

"Yes! I'd love that! Thank you!" He beams with excitement.

The three of us wait together in the exam room for the doctor to return. We give Landon the ultrasound picture  to hold onto and he stares at it, rotating it around, trying to figure out what he's looking at with the biggest smile on his face.

Meanwhile, Charlotte's chatter has ceased which only proves how scared she is for the results of her blood tests.

I glide my hand into her rigid one, using my fingers to pry hers open so we are connected. She half smiles at me, her leg bouncing up and down. We're all worried, but I'm not the one carrying this baby and she feels solely responsible for any problems that arise. She can be so hard on herself, blaming herself, even when things are out of her control.

"Everything will be fine," I wrap my arm around her and pull her into me, hoping to calm her shaking nerves.

Dr. Jefferies finally enters the room holding the test results in his hand. He offers the three of us a handshake before giving us the news. Landon sits in the chair on Charlotte's other side and holds her hand too.

"Your levels are at the minimum we want them to be, at 11 weeks and 3 days." We all exhale at the same time.

"So, I'd like you to continue with the injections twice daily and for you to come back for bloodwork every 3 days until I feel we can bring you back down to 1 injection daily. Sound good?" He looks at Charlotte and she nods in agreement.

"Should she be taking it easy? Bed rest or anything?" I may as well ask because Charlotte won't.

"It's very early to be thinking about bed rest, she's still in the first trimester and unfortunately if anything were to happen this early on, it wouldn't be because of physical activity. You can continue with light activities because that also helps reduce stress, and continue to eat well," he informs us.

"Stress might harm the baby?" I already know the answer but I need to hear it to remind myself that I can't be causing her any stress.

"I'm afraid stress isn't good for anyone. Just try to keep your stress at a normal level the best you can."

"Thanks Dr. Jefferies. I'll see you in three days," Charlotte shakes his hand. He then shakes Landon's then mine before leaving the room.

"Ah thank God!" Landon speaks for all of us.

He pats me on the back. "That's good news, now let's get Charlotte home and you to work," he says to me.

We drop Charlotte off at home. "Good luck,my love," she kisses me. "You'll do great...and Landon will be there to kick your ass if you don't," she teases me, making us all laugh. "I Love you," I kiss her one last time before Landon drives away.

I'm beyond relieved about the appointment, still worried about the next test results, but for today Charlotte and our baby are fine. I can concentrate on my next task.

Landon must be relieved as well, yet he's hard to read and unusually reserved today. I'm glad he's coming to work with me, I might need his help getting around if Mark wasn't able to secure all the accommodations for me. The last time I worked filming a few short scenes, I waisted a lot of energy climbing stairs and other obstacles my legs could't handle. This is only a one day job I need to remind myself, so it shouldn't be too difficult.

I'm excited actually. I haven't been back to work since London and finally being able to get at it again, makes me feel like I'm accomplishing something and providing for my family. It makes me feel almost normal again.

Landon on the other hand seems...I don't know... strange. Like he's nervous about something. Maybe he's worried about how this is going to go. His white-knuckles grip on the steering wheel tells me he's more upset than worried.

"What's got you all quiet?" I may as well ask him instead of trying to guess.

He releases his tight grip and sighs, "I just have something on my mind, but it can wait until your done this job," his smile not quite reaching his eyes and now I'm not sure if I should be concerned or not. He's not one to hold back, but he also wants me to succeed today without any other issues ruining my chances.

I'm glad he waits. I'm glad he is my support today. I'm glad the Mark worked his magic and the commercial along with everything on set was easy for me to navigate. without needing my crutches for most of it. They asked me questions and made sure I took a few breaks. Charlotte was right about 'baby steps'. I enjoyed being back at work, even for one short day.