Daniels POV
I could tell she was distracted as we laid in bed and I caressed her face, there was a flash of sadness across her face but she immediately took a breath and it disappeared. I was about to ask what went through her mind but she jumped up saying she wanted ice cream and ran out of the bedroom.
I laid in bed, the look on her face kept replaying in my mind and it felt like she was pushing me away again. I decided I would try and get into my chair and in the kitchen, I had been feeling better over the last two weeks, stronger even. It took some time but I managed to get my legs to the edge of the bed, my arms shook as I tried to lift my body, I managed to scoot inch by inch to the edge of the bed so I could just slide to the chair. I made it half way to the chair before the door opened and my arms gave out forcing me to the ground.
Lizzie ran to my side throwing the bowls on the side table and grabbing my arms to try and lift me: Please dont help me, Not You! I raised my voice making her wince at my tone, I positioned my back against the bed to rest a moment, I kept my head down as to not look at her, it was just embarrassing being this week. A year ago I could have lifted her up wrapping her legs around me, I could have done a million things to her but now I couldn't even stand on my own Pathetic!
"So other people can help you but not your wife? Not me, why?" She sounded angry and I couldn't blame her, I shook my head and sighed in defeat: I have felt helpless, weak and pathetic ever since I got sick and yesterday… with you… was the first day since, that I felt like myself again, like a man again.
I didn't look up but I heard her softly sigh before getting on her knees beside me, she lifted my chin for me to stare directly into her eyes and this time I saw a flash of something else, I searched her eyes to figure out what it was. She then did something quite unexpected as she lifted her leg over mine and straddled my lap sitting directly over me. My brow raised as I said: Don't, I don't need an… she pulled my lips into a kiss with her hands cupping my face and I couldn't help but deepen the kiss, I pulled her closer to me forcing her to arch her back. She finally let me up for air, looking at me with an intensity I hadn't seen on any woman in a long time, she wasnt just trying to make me feel better, she wanted me to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that her body needed mine, that she desired me. She smiled as she lifted her night gown over her head, I put my hands on her sides, my thumbs just below her breasts as my hands rested on her ribs. I wanted to look at her, she was absolutely beautiful, naked and mine. She lifted herself to put me inside her inhaling sharply as I filled her up making me even harder.
I felt my arms shaking as I tried to get leverage to go deeper inside of her, I ignored it and continued as she rode me. I felt her tighten around me as she came causing me to release in her at the same time. She fell forward onto me, I was breathless and shaking but I was still able to hold her with my back against the bed, I brushed her hair out of her face hearing her giggle That's the best fucking sound I've ever heard I couldn't help but smile.
She sat up and smiled at me, she started kissing my face slowly and gently moving from my forehead to my cheekbones, my nose to my lips before she leaned back to reach for her gown. She threw it on and grabbed me a towel from the bathroom to clean up with before saying: Okay… I'll call Vlad in to help. She left the room for a moment before returning with him right behind her. He lifted me like I weighed no more then a baby That would hurt any mans dignity. He laid me back in the bed before raising an eyebrow at me: I know, I know. I waved him off. I would have said that I wouldn't do it again but I cant argue with the outcome.
Over the course of the next month or so, Lizzie and I were practically inseparable when she wasn't at the hospital with sweet little Olie, she was with me in bed. I barely had energy to do anything but I'd be damned if I didn't take her every chance I had before I died. I never once thought "I really want to get some weird disease and die" but if I was completely honest with myself, I was slightly grateful for this disease, Lizzie wasn't exactly the kind of woman that I would have sought out before getting sick but after having her in my life I now consider her to be the best person I've ever known. She is intelligent but humble, strong but soft, a survivor but she still has the capacity to love like I have never known and I cannot imagine living my life without having known her.
When I agreed to let Julia find me a bride I never thought in a million years that I would end up falling in love. I thought it would be some hot gold digging bimbo looking for a pay day and boy I was going to make her work for every dime. But the second Lizzie walked into the room in that antique of a wedding gown, so elegant and humble with little Olie holding on to her hem, my heart melted, I didn't think she could love me but just her friendship would have been enough. Our relationship has been anything but normal and even though its not possible to take her out on dates like she deserves, she has never once even complained, she's content just laying in my arms at home in our bed.
I had Vlad help me into the shower so I could bathe, once he had returned me to the bed I saw that I had missed a call from Lizzie who was at the hospital with Olie I called her back: Hey beautiful!
"Daniel… I, I need, Im almost home... I cant" Lizzie sounded hysterical, I couldn't tell if she was laughing or crying, I was telling her to calm down when the call went dead. I called her back but there was no answer, I started to feel panicked and was about to call Cole in to take me to the hospital when she burst through the door. She made it to the bed, her cheeks were red as the tears fell freely from her eyes. I took her hands as she extended them to me and asked: What's wrong, is Olie okay?
She vigorously shook her head, her eyes wide with shock as she struggled to find her words: I fainted at the hospital and had to be admitted.
"WHAT? Why?" I said abruptly as she pulled a tissue from the side table and blew her nose. She turned to me looking exhausted but with a big smile forming across her face as she said: I'm pregnant! She laughed as more tears fell from her eyes. I couldn't help but laugh and cry with her as we celebrated the news. We laid in bed and I held her the rest of the night.