Levi's POV...

I've learned to appreciate the very early morning hours, when the sky is dark blue and the sun peaks just above the horizon; it's bright golden rays making the space around it glow with green and aqua hues, reminding me there will always be a new day. I'm reminded every time Charlotte peers over at me with those curious and soulful eyes of hers, filled with such strong and active energy that it penetrates my whole being. She is my sunrise, everyday.

"What are you thinking about?" She asks me. Her body gently brushing mine while she takes a seat on the couch next to me.

"You." I smile at her. Her multicolor irises are like an intricate mosaic, always finding a way to piece everything together. She sees I'm not perfect, yet notices all the beauty anyway.

Her hands move to my leg brace and I watch her remove the molded plastic and place it to the side by my crutches and sit on the coffee table in front of me. The touch of her delicate fingers against my skin warms my blood. The way she gently massages into my flaccid lower leg muscles, easing my discomfort, and does things to my heart that I can't fully explain.

My brace does a great job hiding the lack of muscle tone I have in this leg, but without the brace, Charlotte has a clear view and feel for how disproportioned this leg is compared to my other, more normal one. Comparing the two makes me uncomfortable, but Charlotte's not repulsed in the slightest. She treats every part of me the same, and although I don't understand why, I do believe she loves me for me, whether or not I can walk doesn't deter her from wanting to marry me.

There are people who are capable of loving the broken pieces and Charlotte's one of them. She never judges, or ridicules me. My brace and crutches don't embarrass her, not even my mismatched legs turn her off.  To her, I'm the most attractive man she's ever known, she tells me this every day and shows me with all the love she has in her heart. She's NOT Emma. And although I've always known the difference between them, my sessions with Chris have helped me truly see the distinction. Charlotte will never leave me when I'm at my worst, or when there's something I can't physically do. Instead she'll stay by my side and we'll navigate the hardships together. She's my rock, my biggest fan, my sunrise.

"I love seeing those dimples," she's caught me smiling at myself and stands up so she can softly kiss both of my cheeks. My smile makes her happy. It's such a simple gesture, yet make's such a huge impact.

"What are you smiling about?"

"Us," I tell her, pulling her to sit on my lap. I wrap my arms around her tiny waist. "You make me feel like I'm capable of doing anything. Even when my legs don't work, you help me believe I'm still able to accomplish things."

She looks at me, searching my eyes for more explanation. Her had reaches up to cup my face, her thumb softly grazing over my skin. I can feel her love pulsating through her fingers. "You can do anything, Levi."

"I don't always believe that, but I'm trying and you always help me with that. Thank you, Love."

Our lips lock in a tender kiss, my hand gliding up her back while I feel hers grip the back of my neck, pulling me closer. I'm so grateful that this woman loves me the way she does. And the love I have for her is beyond anything I've ever known. It's time for me to show her everything I can be and everything she deserves.

I break our kiss and smile at her flushed skin. She's certainly ready for more, but we can do all that later tonight.

"I need your opinion about something, Love."

"Sure, what is it?" She wipes her swollen lips with her fingers, ready to give me her full attention.

"Mark is flying in tomorrow. He says he's found me a promising opportunity and I'm kind of excited about it and unsure at the same time."

"Really? What is it?"

"Well you know the new crazed hydration drink everyone's hyped about?" She nods. "They want me to be their spokesman or model, I'm not entirely sure, but I'm who they've chosen to market their product."

" Wow! That's amazing!"

"Yeah, I'm happy they chose me. The thing is, they chose me because I have a handicap. They're aiming for more inclusion and think I can bring positive marking and influence to the disabled community." I watch her absorb my words. I know she's going over all the positives and negatives in her mind, that's why I need her opinion on this.

"What does Mark think?" She asks me. She's collecting all the information she can first.

"He thinks this is a great new direction for me. I've done modeling before...well before all this." I motion my hand over my legs. "He says there's a need for models like me. Famous people who have been through trauma or have a disability, it shows the world that we're human, we're not perfect, make it more relatable." I shrug. "And he believes I'll make a shit ton of money, his words, not mine," I chuckle.

"I believe that 100%. The relatable part not the money," she snickers. "Although I have no doubt this face can make a lot of money," she pinches my cheek.

"So you think this is a good idea?" I'm still waiting for her honesty.

"I think it's an amazing idea and opportunity. Seeing you, all of you," she places her hand on my bad leg. "In an ad or magazine showing how strong and confident you are in your body after everything you've gone through... I'd be the proudest fiancé that walked the face of the earth." She smiles so brightly, that I want to kiss every inch of her.

"But."

My heartbeat wavers slightly upon hearing her hesitation. My hands are now firmly wrapped in hers.

"Are you ready for this? Are you ready for everyone to see all of you, judge you, write articles about you, interview you?"

She's worried for me, I don't blame her. I'm worried for me too. This is a big step and everyone will see I'm different now. I need to do this though, I need to move forward and learn to be happy with who I am now.

"Hey," her soft voice pulls my attention back to her and she squeezes my hands. "I know you're used to all that attention, the fame, the paparazzi, the tabloid stories, but even before your accident, I imagine all of that must've still been hard on you. Everyone fantasizes about being famous, but living it can be difficult, with or without your injury. So, yes, go for it if you're ready and I'll fully support you no matter what."

Did I say how much I love this woman? Even if I'm not fully ready for this and I fall, Charlotte will be there to catch me. She'll pick me up and cheer me on and all the negative things that come with fame won't matter when I have the greatest person in the world by my side.

"I'm ready, my love, as long as you're with me."

"I'm always with you." She leans against my shoulder and I kiss the top of her head.

"Would you like to come to the meeting with Mark and I tomorrow?

"Is that allowed? I don't know how all that works."

"If I want you there, then it's allowed."

"Oh , right, I forgot you movie stars get what ever you want," she playfully nudges my shoulder.

"Just some of the perks, Love," I can't stop smiling this morning and she can't stop tracing my dimples with her delicate fingers.

"I already know this is going to work out," her lips curled upwards, fingers still touching my cheeks.

"I think so too, Love." I pull her into me, unable to keep my lips off her for another minute.

I'm determined to make this work for me, for her, for us.