Chapter 65

Chapter 34 "Grayson, can you stop that humming?" I asked, glancing up from my homework. Grayson gave me a smile. "I'm sorry, Flower. Does it bother you that much?" I nodded. "Yes. Yes, it does." "And would it bother you if I sing?" Grayson asked. I sighed. "Can you ever just be quiet while we do our homework?" "Nope," Grayson said. I rolled my eyes, turning back to my homework as Grayson continued humming Christmas songs. It was the first of December and he kept telling me it was never too early to listen to Christmas music. He was even listening to it the day after Thanksgiving. Dad walked into my bedroom. "I just got some good news," he said. I looked at him, noticing the smile on his face. "What?" "That was the hospital," Dad said. "You're going in for surgery on the 23rd." "Seriously?" I asked. I was happy to get into the surgery, but I was a bit worried. I knew the doctors knew what they were going to do, but I was afraid the surgery wouldn't work. That I would never be able to walk again. Dad nodded. "After the surgery, you will no longer use the wheelchair, but you'll have to use a walker." "If the surgery is successful," I muttered. "Flower, think positive," Grayson said. "Remember all those permanent injuries. You're lucky to get surgery for it." "Listen to Grayson," Dad said. "You are lucky to have this opportunity." "I know," I said. "I'm just worried." "There's no need to be worried," Dad said. "The doctors know what we're doing. And if it will make you feel better, I'll see if I can be part of the surgery." I smiled faintly and nodded. Having my dad work in the hospital had its benefits. Him being part of the surgery would make it easier for me. "Thanks, Dad," I said. "Of course," he said before leaving my room. "You see?" Grayson said, moving over so he was sitting beside me on the bed. "You're lucky." "I know," I said. "Promise you'll be at the hospital while I'm getting surgery." "Yeah, of course," Grayson said. "And I'll be one of the first people you see after you wake up." "That's all I want," I said, leaning my head on his shoulder. Homework could wait. Right now, I just wanted to be with Grayson. I needed the comfort because I was still worried. I shouldn't be, but I couldn't help it. It was part of my nature to worry. Grayson wrapped his arm around me and kissed my forehead before resting his head on mine. "I love you, Flower," he said. "I love you, too," I said. "Now, can we focus on our homework without you humming Christmas songs?" "Not possible," he said. "There's one that's stuck in my head and it won't go away. Can I sing it for you?" "No." Grayson cleared his throat, causing me to sigh. He was going to start singing anyway. "On the first day of Christmas my girlfriend gave to me, a homework free make-out session." I rolled my eyes, grabbing a pillow and shoving it in his face. "Here is your homework free make-out session," I said. "Feel free to make-out with the pillow as long as you like. In the meantime, I'll be doing my homework." "Sometimes, I really don't like you," Grayson muttered, throwing the pillow back to its position on the bed. Sighing, Grayson picked up his pencil and began doing his homework again. And, like before, he was humming to the same Christmas song. Needless to say, I was extremely happy when I finished my homework. Grayson and I were doing the same homework, so we finished around the same time, so he was no longer humming. "So," Grayson said, putting his arm around my shoulder. "No more homework. You know what that means?" He leaned closer, but being the awesome girlfriend I was, I picked up the pillow again and held it up between us. "What is up with you and the pillow?" "Nothing," I said. "I just love teasing you. Almost as much as I love you." "If you really loved me, you would want to kiss me," Grayson pointed out, resting his forehead against mine as he curled his lips into a pout. I smiled, resting my hand on the crook of his neck before pressing my lips on his. Grayson moved his hand to the back of my neck, moving his lips along with mine. His other hand wrapped around my waist, gently pulling me closer to the best he could. Grayson pulled away but kept his face close to mine. "I love being this close to you," he said. "Me too," I said. "I want to thank you for always being there for me. It hasn't been easy for me lately, but it's better with you here." Grayson smiled, pressing his lips on mine again. However, we pulled away when someone in the doorway cleared their throat. I turned my head, seeing Mom standing with her arms crossed. "Dinner is ready," she said. "We'll be right there," I said before she walked away after giving us a stern look. "Come on, Grayson. Help me in my wheelchair." "We were kind of in the middle of something," Grayson said, leaning down and trailing kisses down my neck. "Grayson, my mom doesn't like to be waiting for dinner," I said. "She can wait," he murmured into my neck. "No, she can't," I said. "And I'm hungry. Come on, Grayson." Grayson sighed, pulling away before climbing off my bed and helping me in my wheelchair. He wheeled me downstairs and to the dining room. After parking the wheelchair in an empty space, he sat down beside me. "So," Mom said once we began eating. "Are you excited for the surgery, Poppy?" I shrugged. "I'm nervous about it, that's for sure. But, it's like Grayson keeps saying, I'm lucky to even get the surgery. Some people aren't so lucky." Grayson smiled. "That's my Flower," he said, leaning over and kissing the side of my head. "How long will I be in the hospital after the surgery?" I asked. "One to five days," Dad said. "So, yes, you might be there on Christmas." "Great," I muttered sarcastically. "Don't worry," Dad said. "If you are, we'll just celebrate there." I gave him a faint smile. "Yeah, and I promise I won't leave your side until your discharged from the hospital," Grayson said. "I'll even spend the night there." "What if it's on Christmas?" I asked. "Aren't you going to spend it with your family?" Grayson shrugged. "I don't know yet. Gale and Graeme want me to, but my parents hadn't made an attempt to contact me ever since we had dinner with them." "How's everything going with Graeme?" I asked. Recently, Graeme and Grayson have been doing a lot of brother bonding time. "Great, actually," he said. "I know he's actually sorry about the way he treated me." "Well, I'm glad he's making an effort," Dad said. "I know how much you went through and having your brother admit that what he did was wrong proves how much he still loves his little brother." Grayson gave Dad a small smile. "Yeah, I'm glad he's making an effort, too."