"The orange and turquoise flowers look perfect Jen," I say and she smiles.

"You look gorgeous sis," she says just before she files through the door and walks down the aisle with Ty in her maid of honor dress- only slightly different from the rest of the bridesmaids. I hear the wedding march begin to ring from the violins and my younger cousins open up the double doors for me. I wrap my hands tightly around the bouquet of beautiful mixture of blue, orange, pink and white flowers.

My dad interlocks his arm with mine, "are you ready sweetie? You look so beautiful."

"Dad! I miss you so much- nothings the same without you," I gush.

"I know and I miss you too sweet heart," he smiles and we make our way down the aisle, "I know it's hard but you can't just stop- you've gotta keep the ball rolling."

"Dad I hate not having you around," I confess as we get to the end of the aisle and my father undoes his arm from mine and stands across from me.

"Honey, I'm watching over you every day. You better wake up soon sweet heart, someone is waiting for you," he says softly and motions to Steve at the altar with his eyes. My father leaves my side and overwhelming happiness overcomes me as I see Steve dressed up in a tux adorned with a light blue rose smiling at me motioning to me to come join him at the altar.

"Steve," I smile and reach for his hands.

My eyes flicker open and the sound of a repetitive beeping machine rings softly through my conscious. Hundreds of brightly colored flowers are placed all around my room along with some small balloons. I begin to feel warmth spread through my hands and to sleepy heart. I shift my eyes down and see Jen and Steve at my sides sleeping next to my hands.

"Steve," I try to say but it comes out raspy and broken. "Steve," I repeat and attempt to move my hands, which thankfully works.

His body starts to awaken, his eyes slowly open, "Elle?" he murmurs.

"Steve," I say more clearly. He looks up, instantaneously smiles, and wraps his arms gently around me and kisses my forehead.

"Thank god you're awake," he sighs and Jen wakes up from the movement and jumps in excitement.

"I'll be back, don't move! I need to tell Ty and mom," she almost shouts and sprints out of the room.

"Like I'm going to go anywhere," I laugh and pain shoots through my ribs causing me to wince, "how badly did I get hurt?" I ask as I try to ignore the pain.

"A lot but you're going to be okay," Steve promises.

After the doctor comes in and checks my conditions, he fills me and Steve in on what I'll have to do to be on the road to recovery. Some of my ribs are bruised, I have a concussion, my left arm and leg are both broken leaving me in a sling and a wheelchair. By the time he leaves, my head is spinning and I am told I have to stay for at least two more nights to ensure my stability. That night, Steve, Claude, Sean, Brayden, Jamie, Jen, Andy, Ty and I bribe the nurses to let them all come into my room and watch movies by having the Roo, Steve, Sean, and Brayden partake in a autograph signing and photographs- one of the best night I've had in so long.

*****

"Welcome back home Bambi," Steve says sweetly while wheeling me through the front door of the apartment.

"It's so good to be home," I confess. I haven't slept here in so long with Steve and the hospital was so unsettling it was hard to get a good rest. "Do you think you could bring me to your practices or something? I have nothing to do here and I don't want to be cooped up in this apartment," I ask hesitantly.

"No problem," he smiles, "I was actually going to ask you that. I know you're going to start getting restless if you don't do anything for a day let alone 40 minutes," he laughs teasing me playfully, "Plus the doctor said no working."

"I guess I'll just add another hobby to the list," I smile thinking of what hobbies I took part in during college/high school that I could get back into.

"Sounds good," Steve says with a smirk and presses his lips against mine which turns heated quickly.

"If I could just get out of this friggin wheelchair," I grumble when I try to step out of it but a stab of pain runs up my leg.

He laughs against my lips and then stands up from his crouched position, "You need to rest and heal, that's the most important thing," Steve chimes and I roll my eyes even though I know he's right.

"Do you mind if we order food? Like a lot of it?" I ask hoping he'll say yes, "I need to taste real food- I haven't had it in days."

"Sure Bambi, what were you thinking of having?" he asks while filling up George's food bowl.

"Chinese, Italian, pizza, cheeseburgers, Mexican?" I ramble.

"Whatever is good with me Ellie, you pick."

"Yeah I know, I meant all four," I laugh as he looks at me with a surprised expression.

"As you wish," he says as he kisses my forehead and then makes his way to the drawer with all of the take out menus.

After the surplus of food is delivered to the apartment, Steve and I have a multi-cultural feast and I feel like I've gone to heaven; the food tasted so good- better than I imagined. "I'm not sure what's making this food taste 8 million times better than usual, the hospital food or the coma I was in," I half laugh and Steve's smile disappears.

"Please don't talk so light-hearted about it Elle. Your mom, sister, and I were so worried," he retorts.

"Okay, I- I'm sorry. I didn't realize-"

"It's okay. Don't worry about it- I'm sorry I snapped at you," he says softly, cutting me off. Steve covers my hand with his and gives me a gentle smile, which subdues my worry. Once we finish our food, we pack up the leftovers and place them in the fridge for later in the week. I decide to call some of my relatives to tell them about what happened and to ensure them that I'm okay. After several phone calls I'm exhausted from repeating the story multiple times and the dream I had while I was in a coma keeps coming to the forefront of my mind.

"You look tired Elle," Steve says as he walks back into the kitchen after doing a workout in the weight room, "do you want to watch a movie? You can always finish the calls later," he suggests and I can't help but to stare at his glistening bare chest as he grabs a drink of water and downs it in one try. "Bambi?" he asks, waking me from my daze.

"Oh! Uhm sure but I have to take a shower and I was wondering if you could help me- I can't exactly walk," I say and I can feel myself start to blush even know he's seen me fully naked before.

"Of course," he replies with a sweet smile, "just let me know what to do."

"Well I guess you could start filling up the bathtub," I suggest and he nods his head and leaves me to get the bathroom ready. When he comes back, he lifts me out of the wheelchair with ease and I can't help but be impressed by his strength. Even though he is sticky with sweat, the smell is still oddly appealing.

I kiss his neck softly before we enter our bedroom, "Elle, you're already too fragile as it- I promise when you're healed enough, we'll do stuff but until then- you need to recover," he says. I groan out of frustration and he laughs and shakes his head playfully at my reaction. He sets me on the bed carefully and goes back to the kitchen to grab trash bags and plastic bags to cover up my casts. Once we cover them up correctly, I start to undress. I get out of my t-shirt fine until one the sleeves gets caught on my cast, which Steve helps take off without causing any pain.

"If you could help with the pants? It hurts to lean over," I confess.

"Sure thing," he replies with a smile, "sometimes you're too stubborn for your own good," he teases and I lightly kick his chest with my good leg. He helps me pull the waistband of my sweatpants and takes one leg out of the pant leg- I had no idea that this could make my heart leap so much- it doesn't help the matter that he's shirtless and his torso is so sculpted..

"If you could just take off my bra and panties too," I add trying not to sound needy.

"Of course," he says, the smile gone from his lips and his eyes serious and dark with a hint of desire.

Once he gets the underwear off my legs, I try to push the dirty thoughts from my mind and think clearly. As he lightly tugs the clasp undone, and delicately pulls the straps down my arms, I try to look away from his face and ignore the fantasies pouring into my mind. He tips my head down to match my eyes with his and presses his lips against mine softly, "I hope you don't feel embarrassed right now," he whispers against my lips, "you're beautiful." He wraps his arms underneath me and around my back lightly, lifts me off the bed, and places me delicately in the bathtub filled with bubbles.

"Thank you Steve," I say with a smile.

"No problem- I'm gonna get a shower now so just speak up if you need me," he replies, grabbing a towel from the counter. I nod and take in his figure before I dip my head under the water to wet my hair. I can't help but to giggle softly when I notice the tight bulge in his gym shorts that certainly wasn't there before.

He notices I'm laughing and shakes his head at me, "nothing a cold shower can't fix," he remarks with a smile knowing I want him to just ignore waiting to have sex and I stick my tongue out at him. "Your loss," I tease as he steps into the shower with a yelp from the ice-cold water.

Notes

Now that school is over and I'm done traveling, I've been able to actually sit down and write. I really enjoyed writing this chapter and I hope you liked reading it! Hope your weekend was great and your Monday wasn't awful! Thank you for reading and another update will be coming soon. Please leave some feedback I love reading it!