Chapter 17
"Can you wiggle your toes for me, baby boy?" Frank asked.
I looked at my feet, trying to wiggle them but they just stayed still. My lip quivered and he kissed my cheek.
"That's okay, baby boy, next time," Frank said.
Apparently the paralysis should only be temporary with the help of physical therapy. But I was scared because so far there was still nothing.
"Remember, they said it would take time," Frank said.
"In time for our wedding?" I asked.
"Hopefully," Frank said. "Do you have to go potty?"
I shook my head and he grabbed the medical kit.
"Okay, let me change your bandages," he said.
I sighed as Frank changed my bandages.
"Can I take a nap?" I asked.
Frank nodded, picking me up as he carried me to the bedroom. He tucked me into bed and kissed my forehead. I yawned, quickly falling asleep. The medication made me drowsy sometimes but thankfully I didn't have nightmares during it.
"Daddy?" I asked when I woke up.
It was quiet and I looked around. I bit my lip nervously before sneaking a hand down my pants. I palmed myself through my panties but felt no pleasure. My eyes watered as I tried a little harder and Frank walked in.
"Baby boy, what are you doing?" Frank asked.
"I-I can't get hard," I whimpered.
"Baby, stop," Frank said, pulling my hand away.
I sniffled, wiping my eyes.
"It's okay if you want to break up with me and be with someone who can still have sex," I said quietly.
"I don't care about sex, baby," Frank said. "All I care about is you, okay?"
"Really?" I asked. "B-because I can still suck you off."
Frank smiled softly, kissing my cheek.
"You don't have to suck me off, baby boy," Frank said.
I sniffled and nodded.
"My toes are cold," I said quietly.
Frank smiled, putting a pair of fuzzy socks on me. Thankfully my injury was incomplete so I still had sensations sometimes and Patrick said I would be walking in no time.
"I gotta go potty," I said.
Frank nodded, carrying me to the bathroom. He pushed down my pants and panties and sat me down on the toilet. When I was done, Frank pulled my pants up and flushed it for me, holding me up so I could wash my hands.
"Sorry you have to take care of me," I mumbled.
"Baby, don't even worry about it, I love taking care of you," Frank said. "And soon you won't even need my help, you'll be walking on your own."
He set me down on the couch and gave me a kiss.
"Can we have pizza for dinner?" I asked.
"Anything you want," Frank said as he grabbed his phone and went to the other room.
Daddy's been spoiling me ever since I got back and I loved it so much. Frank sat back down next to me, turning on the tv and massaging my feet.
"Can you feel this, baby boy?" Frank asked.
"I-I don't know, maybe a little," I said.
I tried wiggling my toes again but couldn't.
"Well, the fact that you can feel things is very good, princess, it's amazing," he said. "You'll be walking in no time."
Frank pulled me into his lap, wrapping his arms around me.
"I love you, baby," he said.
I smiled softly as I blushed. He rubbed my back gently and I smiled.
"Do you need more medicine?" Frank asked.
"Not right now," I said.
"Okay, you can take some before you go to sleep," he said.
Susan came running in, dropping a toy down in front of us as he wagged his tail.
"You wanna come outside and play fetch?" Frank asked.
I nodded and Frank carried me out and sat me down in a chair on the beach. He handed me the toy and I threw it. Susan chased after it, tripping over his little legs and the sand a little.
"I love you," Frank said, leaning down to give me a kiss.
I smiled, holding his hand. He sat in the chair beside me and smiled.
"Am I gonna get a wheelchair?" I asked.
"Yeah, baby, we'll get you a wheelchair," Frank said.
My eyes watered as I nodded.
"But I bought you the best physical therapist that money can afford, you're going to be walking in no time," he said.
"Did you buy me an entire person?" I asked as I giggled. "You bought me a therapist?"
"Oh, you know what I mean," Frank said with a small smile.
I giggled, holding his hand.
"You want something to drink?" Frank asked.
"Can I have a juice box?" I asked. "The wild berry flavor?"
Frank smiled and nodded walking into the house. I watched Susan run around, rolling in the sand. I felt a drop of rain and gasped as I looked up. It didn't take long before it started raining and Susan barked, trying to bite the rain.
"Daddy!" I called. "Daddy!"
Frank didn't seem to hear me and my eyes watered as I got soaked.
"Daddy help me!" I shouted.
It felt like forever and I was shivering from the cold before Frank ran out.
"Baby, I'm so sorry," Frank mumbled.
He picked me up, carrying me inside as Susan followed quickly. He carried me to the bathroom, where Mama and Olivia were cuddled up sleeping on a pile of towels.
"I am so sorry, baby boy," he said.
I sniffled as he filled the tub, putting in bubbles. He lifted off my shirt and picked me up, pushing down my pants and panties. He set me down, pulling off my socks.
"There we go, let's get you all warmed up and clean," Frank said.
He set me into the tub and I giggled.
"You're gonna be so strong from always having to lift me," I said.
"Well, thank you for that because I don't have a gym anymore," he said.
He grabbed the soap and rubbed it over my shoulders.
"Daddy, you're really not upset that I don't want kids?" I asked. "B-because I know that a lot of people get divorced because of that."
"Baby, I really don't care that much," he said. "All I know is that I just want to be with you for the rest of my life."
I smiled as he cleaned me up. Frank grabbed the shampoo next and rubbed it into my hair. I watched Mama get up and jump to the wall beside the tub. She looked at me and meowed quietly.
The doorbell rang and frank cursed as he stood up. He left and I looked at Mama. She walked around to the foot of the tub and I smiled.
"Pizza's here," Frank said when he walked back in.
He rinsed my hair off and smiled. Mama slipped, falling into the tub and I gasped.
"Get her!" I shrieked. "She's gonna drown!"
Frank picked her up and she let out a sort of cry.
"She's sad," I said.
"Come on, Mama, let's get you dried off," Frank said.
He rubbed a towel on her and thankfully she didn't run away, she looked too scared from the water to run away. Frank grabbed the blow dryer and dried her off. Olivia kept trying to get blown by the dryer too because it was warm.
Frank picked me up and dried me off. He got me dressed into a nice, soft, fuzzy onesie that was so nice and warm. Frank dried my hair with the blow dryer and I smiled.
"There we go, all clean," he said.
We headed out and he set me on the couch. On the coffee table was two pizza boxes and he turned on the tv to some cartoons. We ate quietly and he grabbed a juice box for me and a beer for himself.
"Isn't there heart medicine stuff that you can take?" I asked.
"No, baby," Frank said quietly.
"What if you have a heart attack and no one is here to take care of me?" I asked.
"Patrick will take care of you," he said. "He'll take you to physical therapy and make sure you're fed and bathed."
"But I'll be sad," I said.
"I know you will be, baby, but you don't have to be, just move on and be happy, okay?" Frank asked.
"I know, daddy," I said. "W-were you scared when I got shot?"
"Of course I was," he said. "When you were put under and Pete and Patrick got to work I watched them. I was crying the whole time but I never let go of your hand. I was so scared that I might lose you. I kept thinking of Jamia and how she bled out in my arms. I-I was so scared I started crying, I didn't want to lose you ever."
"What would you do if I died?" I asked.
"I-I don't even know, I'd be a mess," Frank said. "Probably go back into the business and probably do what I did after Jamia died."
"What was that?" I asked.
Frank sighed. "I don't know, drinking, partying, doing drugs, sleeping around. I didn't really start cleaning up until I met you."
"Daddy, if I die then I don't want you to be a mess," I said. "I want you to be happy again and I want you to get married to someone else you'll fall in love with and I want you to have lots and lots of kids and then have lots and lots of grandchildren when you're all old and wrinkly."
Frank chuckled and nodded.
"I'm serious," I said.
"Okay, baby, I'll have lots and lots of children," Frank said. "I'll have a million children."
I giggled, kissing his cheek.
"And they'll all be as beautiful as you," I said.
"Baby, are you sure you don't want kids?" Frank asked. "Because we can adopt older kids, not just little babies."
My lip quivered, I hated saying no, I knew he wanted them.
"Baby, don't cry, I'm sorry for pushing you," Frank said. "It's okay that you don't want kids."
I sniffled and nodded. I yawned, setting down my pizza slice.
"Tired, baby?" Frank asked and I nodded.
He carried me to the bedroom, putting on my diaper. Frank cuddled up with me in bed and I fell asleep quickly in his arms.
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