Charlotte's POV...

"Let's go! Time to get up!" I start giving Levi small kisses on his cheeks.

"No more muscle relaxers for you, they make you sleep too much," I keep kissing him.

"Okay, Okay! I'm up," he starts stretching his arms and pulls himself to sit up against the head board.

I start massaging his legs and help him move his joints around. This is something I've been doing with him every morning before he gets out of bed. Actually, I've been massaging and manipulating his legs and arms three or four times a day and it seems to be helping relax his tight muscles. His muscle spasms seem to have ceased as well, so it's time to stop giving him the Flexeril.

"So what does my therapy consist of this week Miss Thomas? Can I ditch the wheelchair yet?"

"Not yet," I smirk back at him.

He huffs from annoyance, "Why not? I'm feeling much better."

"Have you had any muscle spasms in the last few days?" I ask him.

"No."

"Then the wheelchair is working," I say and give him a peck on his lips.

I help him get into the chair and push him into the bathroom. He's completely annoyed with me because It's been over a week and I still haven't let him put any weight on his left leg or use his left arm for anything strenuous. But my plan so far is working, he's had no pain in the past two days.

"So when are you going to let me put weight on my leg?" He asks with a grumpy voice.

"This week, starting today you can start walking again, but in the pool only. I will also let you work with Nate on the weight machines, but slow and light," I tell him.

We eat breakfast and then ride together to rehab in uncomfortable silence. He's still mad at me.

Before helping him out of the car, I reach for his hand so that he looks at me. "Levi, I want you to trust me, trust that what we are doing is helping."

He looks down at our hands and intertwines his fingers with mine, thinking of what to say. "I do trust you...I'm just...ashamed I guess, that you have to do all of this for me again. I mean, how are we supposed to move forward with you having to take care of me...you're going to get tired of it," the last part he whispers.

Not this again. He always reverts back to thinking I'm going to leave him just because he can't walk right now and things are tough. I guess I don't blame him, Emma left him alone in rehab when he couldn't walk, but I'm not Emma.

I let go of his hand without saying anything and help him out of the car and into his chair.

"I get to go home with and wake up next to a hot movie star every morning, I don't think I could ever get tired of that," I chuckle to lighten his mood while pushing him into the building.

"Hmm, some movie star he turned out to be," he mumbles, but I catch the corner of his mouth form the slightest smile.

The rest of the week goes by in similar fashion. He does some light weight lifting with Nate, then walks with me in the pool. We go home together, him in his wheelchair and we try to act normal towards each other, but he spends most of the time feeling "ashamed", as he tried to explain it earlier. He needs to talk to someone other than me to help him sort out his feelings. He needs to talk to a counselor, but I know he won't feel comfortable or he will just refuse to open up. His best friend Landon is in England and has already told me he can't fly out here to visit Levi until next month, so I'm going to have to take him to the next best person who I know can help him.

Friday comes around and Levi and I are doing our usual water therapy. He's happy that he's able to balance and walk without my help in the pool, although every few steps his left knee buckles, so I stay near for when he needs to hold on to my arm while we make our way back and forth across the shallow end.

"So I was thinking that you and I could take a trip to the California facility this weekend and while we are there we can look for an apartment together," I say to him while we continue walking.

He doesn't respond, he just gives me a questioning look.

"Well, I need to share my time between this place and over there, and once you're ready to get back into acting roles again, I figured we should have a place to call home when we are there," I shrug.

Instead of speaking, he grabs my waist and pulls me towards him, embracing me. Okay, I think to myself. Is he hugging me because he is sad or happy? After a few seconds he unwraps his arms from around me and cups my face with his hands before crashing his lips onto mine. His lips move feverishly against mine, making the kiss feel almost needy. I open my lips slightly so that my tongue can dance with his. After a minute, he pulls away so we can catch our breath and smiles widely at me.

"Wow, what was that for?" I smile back. Not that I am complaining because that kiss was great. He hasn't kissed me like that recently, so this was a nice surprise.

"You saying we should find a home together was the best thing I've heard you say all week!"

"We are getting married, so it's only natural we find a home to call ours," I shrug again.

"Just hearing you say it makes me happy," he says shyly.

"Oh Levi, what am I going to do with you," I joke with him.

"That's what I keep wondering," he looks down and chuckles.

I book our flight for the following evening. It's kind of nice that Levi doesn't have work right now, we can leave and go anywhere whenever we want.

The next morning, I run around packing a suitcase and making sure things are good here at my Boston facility before we head to the airport.

Levi laughs at me when he sees me sit on top of the suitcase trying to fit mine and his clothes into it and zip it up. "It will be nice when we have a place to leave our clothes and stuff so we won't have to bring luggage along anymore," I point out.

I watch him sit on the edge of our bed while I finish getting ready to leave. His wheelchair is next to the bed and he is bouncing his right leg up and down in a nervous manner. I know he doesn't want to take the chair with us, it's such a hassle and he finds it embarrassing to get through security with.

"Let's make a deal," I say, and he looks up, knowing I have his attention now.

"We leave your chair here, but full leg brace and crutches at all times while walking and if you even have the slightest pain, I want to know about it," I tell him rather sternly.

There is no way I am going to let him over work his muscles again after spending the last two weeks working on controlling his pain and muscle spasms.

His bright eyes full of excitement at mention of leaving his chair here, but he looks down towards the floor again when he hears me say "brace and crutches". He's rubbing the back of his neck with his hand thinking about his options I'm sure.

"Well, what do you say?" I can't take his overthinking everything any longer. His blue eyes look back up at me and he outstretches his arm so I can shake his hand.

"Deal," he blurts out.