42. Indy
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
Indy
" Y ou seem to be doing really well since your last relapse." My doctor gives me a smile that, for once, doesn't look forced. Dr. Mathis is the one who gave me my MS diagnosis, and he has been my lead doctor since.
"I feel well," I say brightly as I stand. "I was hoping we could talk about physical therapy to help me with steps?"
"I don't want you getting discouraged, Indy. The last time we tried, it didn't work as expected."
"I know." I close my eyes, remembering losing my ability to go up and down steps and how I freaked out. I was in bed, unable to move for over a week. "I just want to try. I'm realistic this time, I promise." Dr. Mathis nods his bald head at me while typing on his laptop.
"The orders have been sent. Give them a call to schedule your first session." I smile brightly at him as he opens the door to walk us out. "And Indy, whatever you're doing, keep it up."
Walking out to the waiting room, I see Stevie sitting in a chair waiting for me. "How did it go?" She asks as we approach the elevator while I lean on my cane.
"I get to go back to physical therapy." I smile as she gives me a small hug.
"That's awesome! I'm sure Ash and Derek will be so happy to hear it! Derek is back, right?" I nod as we head down the elevator to the parking garage.
"I haven't seen him yet. He got home after you picked me up, so it'll be our first time seeing each other in a week." I'm so excited to see him. Derek and I returned from Kansas two weeks ago, and shortly after, he had to fly out to Virginia. Apparently, Carter is a father– which he swore up, down, and sideways he had no idea about until a three-year-old boy, Wyatt, was left on the doorstep of the ranch with a note saying that the boy was Carter's problem now.
Derek sent me a picture, and Wyatt's the cutest little boy ever, as well as the spitting image of Carter, right down to his crooked smile. Along with that, and his sister Theo needing surgery, it was more than Jackson, Jensen, and Ozzy could handle. I wish I could've gone, but my knees have been acting up right before he got the call, and I've been using my cane since. I don't usually rely on it as much as I have been because my arms and hand grip aren't the best, but I seem to be getting around alright, and I've started the smallest of mobility exercises, so I think I'm going to be alright. No, I will be alright. Even if this disease takes my mobility from me, I am still Indy, and I am still useful.
Once we park in the back at Hel's, I text Derek to let him know we're here. I barely make it out of Stevie's car before I spot him jogging down the steps. I go to say hi, but Derek surprises me by scooping me up and hugging me tightly to his chest as his hand tangles into my hair.
"Fuck, I've missed you," he manages to get out before crashing his lips to mine. I'm mildly aware of Stevie groaning about something before walking away, but I can't be bothered to think about it. Derek is home, holding me and kissing me in public.
"Virginia!" Ash whines from up the steps. "Come on!" Derek breaks our kiss before groaning and rolling his eyes. He turns his head to shout back at my brother.
"Stop being a damn cock block! I'm having a fucking moment here with my girl!" I look at him with the biggest grin on my face as he smiles back at me. "My sweet and sexy as fuck girl." I blush while kissing him again, happier than ever to have him back home.
"I have a surprise for you," Derek says while handing me my bowl of spaghetti before sitting on our couch. Yes, a couch. We went to look at them after Kansas, and even though Derek acted like the biggest baby, he finally found an acceptable one. I like it because it reclines for the days that I'm hurting and need to lie back.
"Oh, yeah?" I smile brightly. "Is it a sexy surprise? Because I have one of those for you, too."
Derek laughs, "No, it's not. Wait…" He stares at me, eyes wide. "You do?" I can't help but laugh at the eagerness in his voice.
"I mean, maybe? Guess it depends on what you got for me." I state while taking a bite of my food. It's delicious, as always. Derek tried to make me some prepared meals while he was gone. I burned three of them and just decided to live off Pop-Tarts and pizza all week. He wasn't thrilled.
"I got you back into the hospital." He states quickly. "Now, give me my surprise."
I set my bowl down and blink. "Wait, what?"
"I went to the hospital this morning after I landed, and the healthcare administrator returned from her leave. I talked with her and explained the situation. She said that she was hoping you would call her. The kids have been missing you and requesting that you return. So whenever you are ready, the Crown Project is welcome back at the hospital." I blink at him in shock.
"Really?" I manage to get out. "They want me back?" Derek nods.
"Yeah, she asked if you would be willing to go next weekend. I guess they are doing some prom dance thing. I don't know, but the kids asked if you would be there." I cover my face with my hands as I try not to sob. Ever since I was told not to go back to the hospital, my darkness has told me that what I had been doing there was pointless, a nuisance, and that the kids didn't care. I was a burden on them like I was on my friends, on Derek. But since Kansas, that voice has been so quiet, it hasn't been worth mentioning. Since we got back here, I've become open to growing with Derek, working on my physical and mental health, and realizing that I don't have to fake a smile all the time. It's helped so much, but the one place the darkness still had hold was my job at the hospital. My non-profit. My kiddos.
They miss me.
"Hey," Derek is in front of me, pulling my hand away from my face. "I didn't do this to make you cry."
"You," I crack out as I look at this amazing man in front of me. I think of everything he's ever done for me since the start, and I know I'll never be able to repay him. "I love you so much."
I lean forward, pressing my lips to his before capturing his bottom lip between my teeth, biting and licking softly.
"Fuck," he pants as he stands, grabbing me and carrying me to the bedroom in the process. Once in there, I giggle as he drops me on the bed. Our bed.
"Wait," I say between laughs as he removes his shirt with one hand. "I gotta show you my surprise!" I stand up while pushing him to sit on the bed. He obeys, and I remove my shorts and shirt, revealing the sheer, black lace-trimmed bralette and thong underneath.
"Christ," he whispers in a needy whine as he approaches me. "Baby girl," he groans, his finger brushing over the sheer fabric covering my nipples. "Fucking hell, I need you, how's your knee?" He pants as he kisses me again. I moan against his mouth before pulling back.
"It feels fine. Now, take off your pants," I command and watch as he removes his jeans and boxers, leaving him completely naked. "You want me?" I ask slowly as I trail my fingers over the front of my sheer thong. I hear his loud swallow as he nods.
"I think I said need," he whispers thickly, his eyes focused on my fingers as they dip into my thong. "Oh my god," he gasps, refusing to look away.
I dip inside myself and let out a small whimper, causing his erect cock to twitch. Pulling my fingers out, I bring the glistening digits to my lips before sucking them into my mouth.
Derek shudders. "I'm going to blow just watching you. Please, I need to touch you."
"Mmm…You want to taste?" I ask, and he nods. "Beg," I state, watching him blink for the first time. I expect him to fight me, but he doesn't. I watch as he drops to his knees in front of me.
"Indy," his voice is like sex for my ears. "Darlin', I beg of you, let me lick you clean. Allow me to drink your sweet juices while your delicious pussy rides my tongue. Use my mouth to come again and again, and when you are done with my mouth, use my cock and come once more." My knees nearly betray me and go weak at his words. All I can do is nod as he leads me to the bed and lays me down. Groaning as his teeth run over my clit, I spread my legs wider as he moves the string to my thong off to the side before plunging two fingers inside me. I'm momentarily embarrassed at how loud the sound of my arousal is, but Derek only growls his response before trading his hand for his tongue.
"Derek," I mewl as my hips buck against his face. He groans and nods in approval while rubbing my swollen clit with his wet fingers. "Shit," I hiss out, arching my back. I feel the snap and let out a scream as I grind against his face while riding out my orgasm. Derek doesn't stop. Instead, he switches to sucking my clit into his mouth and massaging that one spot deep in my core with his fingers. It isn't long before I'm screaming again, my legs shaking on their own, my hand gripping and tugging at his hair.
"Oh god," I pant as he releases me and slips my thong off. "Derek, I don't think I can." I whimper, my vagina so sensitive and tight. He smirks as he leans over me.
"Let's find out," he says while sliding himself inside of me. I cry out at the fullness as he thrusts as far in as he can.
"That's my good girl," he praises, lifting me and pressing my back against the wall. "There you go, take my cock. You feel how hard you've made me." He pants, and I am in pleasure overload. His praise, the angle, and the previous orgasms are all too much.
"Derek!!" I cry out as I dig my nails into his back while coming again.
"Oh, that's it. Yes, baby girl. You got one more in there for me, don't you? Such a sexy fucking girl. Goddamn it," he groans, and I feel his thrusts become erratic as he buries his face into my neck. I feel the heat and tension building again as I grip him tightly.
"Oh no…" I whine, and Derek chuckles.
"That's it, little darlin'. Give me just one more. Let me feel you coming around my cock as I explode inside you."
"Oh, oh my god!" I scream, and I explode at the same time as I feel him come inside me. We stay still for a moment before Derek carries me to the bed and places sweet kisses all over my overly sensitive body.
"You are so perfect," he kisses me on my jaw. "I love you."
I hold him inside me, not ready to lose the full feeling. "I love you too."