Charlotte's POV...

My heart's swelling with pride for the man I love. Not only has Levi booked his future appointments with Chris, he's also been using his wheelchair and following his recovery instructions to a tee, ever since our first group counseling almost two weeks ago.

That first session with Chris was an eye opener for all of us, especially Levi. It's like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders and he's willing to try and accept how to move forward with his life and openly ask for help with his physical needs.

His new anti-anxiety medication seems to be helping and he hasn't had any side effects. It's only been two weeks, but he hasn't had any uncontrollable panic attacks, which is a plus because the nerves that run from his back and down his legs are still out of whack from the violent seizures he suffered and I know he's anxious about how long it's taking to recover from them. I hope we can get his involuntary muscle twitching in check soon, before they cause his motivation to falter.

So far, he's handling it well. I'm not sure if he's not complaining because he feels some guilt for almost overdosing or because I know he still feels like it's his fault I had a miscarriage. It could also be that the new meds are doing their job. Either way, I'm hoping Chris will be able to help Levi shed whatever guilt he may be harboring.

As for myself, I'm also seeing my own counselor to help me cope with the loss of our baby. I'm also getting help with handling the stress of my job and learning how to accept that there are aspects about Levi's physical disabilities that are out of my control, despite all the effort I put into his physical therapy. I have plenty of things to work on so that I can feel better about myself as well.

Levi and I agreed that we'll both see our own counselors for a while before we go back to Chris for another group session.

Landon has been planning a few easy outings that they can both enjoy. The other day, they went out fishing near a pier. Levi was able to sit in his wheelchair and fish. It was good bonding time for the both of them. Levi said it was relaxing and he didn't have to use his legs for any reason except to get into and out of the car, so those were the only times he dealt with any muscle spasms.

"Hey handsome," I wrap my arms around him while he's standing in front of the stove cooking bacon. His wheel chair is a few feet to the side of him, he's gripping onto the counter to steady himself while his other hand holds the spatula.

Although he's been resting a lot and using his chair, he still finds little things to do for me and Landon, like cook breakfast. He's always thinking of us and how he can contribute.

"Do you need any help?" I offer.

"I'm almost done," he smiles at me. I place my hand on his lower back, not to support him but to feel connected to him. We both enjoy the contact.

I watch him lean against the counter while he plates the bacon. He then places both hands on the surface while he tries to side step back to his chair. As soon as he lifts his right leg, it starts shaking. I notice him focus on his breathing while he waits for his leg to still and then he side steps. His left leg doing the same as he tries to move it. It's killing me to watch him go through this, but I know it's temporary.

"Do you mind bringing my chair closer for me?" He asks. I think his nerves are bothering him more today for some reason. They've lessened over the past week, yet today they seem a lot worse. Maybe from standing up for too long while cooking. Could also be because I haven't done stretches with him yet this morning. Just as I remind Levi that with his injury he will always have good days and the occasional bad days, my counselor reminds me that the bad days that are just a part of his disability and not always something I can fix or control.

Yet, I'll do what ever I can to help him through a bad day. I bring his chair right next to him and he lowers himself into it. His feet not yet placed on the foot rest as he prepares for another round of jumping muscles.

"I've got you," I adjust his legs for him to give him some relief and then I stand back up and give him a kiss. "Thanks for making breakfast."

He kisses me back, his hands drifting to my waist and I suddenly want to forget about eating breakfast and spend the rest of the morning attached to this man.

"Get a room," Landon exaggerates and walks over to the plate of bacon.

"This is our house, remember," Levi chuckles before spinning me around and playfully slaps my bum.

"Hmm, good bacon," Landon shoves a few pieces in his mouth.

I swat his hand away from the plate. "Leave some for us!"

"What's the plan for today? Landon tries to distract us with conversation so he can steal more than his ration of salty goodness.

While Landon is still here with us, we three made a pact that Sunday's are going to be for hanging out together. No work, no responsibilities, just good ole relaxation and fun.

"I thought we could take a drive to Palm Springs?" I suggest.

"Yeah, alright!" Landon smiles.

Levi wheels himself to the exercise room before answering. "Levi?"

"Yeah, Love. That sound great." He continues into our little home gym and stops in front of the floor mat. Landon and I look at each other and shrug.

"You good? Mate!"

I walk over to Levi. "I need to stretch or something before we go anywhere. My legs are bothering me today," he openly confesses instead of trying to hide his problems. I can't help but smile at the thought of him expressing his needs. This is good. Not good that his legs are giving him more issues, but good he's accepting what's happening and being honest about it.

Levi remains staring at the mat on the floor when I reach him. I know he can get out of his chair on his own, but I see he's hesitant, because unfortunately, this is one of those bad days and he's trying his best to deal with his uncooperative limbs.

I squat down in front of him and pick his legs up off the foot rest and plant his feet on the mat in front of him. He's grateful, it's written all over his handsome face.

From there, he's able to sit down onto the mat. I continue to lift his legs for him while he adjusts his body so he can lay on his back. If I move his legs without him trying to, then they don't give him trouble. So, that's what I do.

"I think some passive stretching and massage will help," I tell him. He rewards me with a thankful smile.

He closes his eyes while I stretch his hamstrings, his calf muscles, and ankles. When I begin kneading into his muscles, he briefly winces and then his features relax while I soothe his pain with longer massaging strokes.

"Roll onto your stomach, so I can massage your back."

Again, I try to adjust his legs for him to alleviate any discomfort that I can for him. I wish I could hold him in my arms and all his troubles would magically disappear.

My hands press into his lower back, my fingers gently rubbing circles over his knots. He's not complaining at all. He's accepting that this is not one of his better days and he's dealing with it. His strength is remarkable in so many ways. He's my hero and I love him.

Just thinking about his enduring spirit causes a sudden urge, an unquenchable appetite within my soul which needs to be filled.

My fingers graze up his back ever so lightly that I feel him shiver. I lean over him and softly kiss the goosebumps forming over his skin.

" Charlotte," he whispers with a trembling voice. He's enjoying this moment as I am.

I quickly look out and notice Landon went to his room. Just to be safe, I jump up and shut the door and lock it.

I'm ready to connect my body to his soul and take no shame in climbing back on top of him. Brushing my lips slowly up his spine until I reach right above his surgical scar. His body quivers as I kiss and circle around his most sensitive spots with my tongue. I know every area above his injury that now brings him intense pleasure and I take advantage of every one of them. Slightly beneath his shoulder blades, his neck, and behind his ear. I'm driving him crazy until he reaches back and pulls me off of him so he can flip over.

Legs are shaking when he moves and he doesn't care because his need to touch me overpowers anything else. Our clothes come off and we're skin to skin. Two bodies in perfect harmony, singing our own love song. Our hands, our lips find every inch of each other as we wordlessly tether our hearts together.

Our emotions are running wild and free and it's what we needed. A glimpse of sun on a cloudy day to remind us that gloomy periods don't last forever, and this incredible man with his arms wrapped around me, will make it through like he always has.