I knew she was getting better when she faked being asleep when my Aunt Gillian and mother came for a visit. They came with wedding magazines and wedding cake photo books. With Destiny’s feigned sleep, I’d had to listen to Aunt Gillian speak about our options of where we could have the ceremony and reception, and which bridal, florist and cake shops she thought were the best. I didn’t agree to anything, because I knew that Divinity would want to have a say in every little detail of our wedding, and when she wasn’t sick I didn’t doubt she would hold her own against Aunt Gillian.
As soon as Divinity was sure Aunt Gillian was gone, I watched her trying, and failing not to laugh as her eyes flashed open and she glared at me. “What the hell is your aunt talking about? Why the fuck is she bringing me wedding shit?”
I raised my brow. “After what happened there is no way I’m letting you out of my sight without you tied to me in every way possible.” Her pout would have worked on me if I wasn’t staring at her in a hospital bed. “I’ll make the elaborate proposal up to you, I promise, but I’m making you my wife as soon as you and my family can organize your dream wedding. You saw the ring from when I put it on you the first night you stayed over. I have it in a safe place, but I didn’t think having it here was appropriate. I’ll give it to you when we get home.”
“Mmm, home,” she moaned. “If you can convince me, I’ll think about it.” I nodded and she looked anywhere but me for a while, then groaned, picked up the bridal mag and started looking through it.
That was the last I’d heard on the wedding, but I did see her mark pages and take notes and the next time Gillian came, she didn’t fake sleep and even invited my mother to join in.
They kept Divinity for another week after she awoke from her coma and they only let her go early because she begged to come home. I promised I would get a nurse to help her and I had my uncle Carl on speed dial. Eric and I were getting on as best I thought we would. He agreed without argument that Divinity was coming home to my, our, house. I hoped being home would limit visitors. Divinity sure was popular, and at visiting hours there was always at least one person there to see her. All her salon co-workers, even some of her clients came. Then she had all her friends, some even traveled just so they could visit and make sure she was doing better. I thought being a Silverman was bad, but being her fiancée, well, I’d never been talked about like I wasn’t there and was just a piece of eye candy so much. Some women even asked me to stand and twirl, so they could get the full effect, or so they said. If it wasn’t for Divinity, I would have told some of them to stick their ‘twirls’ or their ‘flex your muscles’ comments and shove them where the sun doesn’t shine. They even talked about how well I performed in bed. I’m not afraid to say that sometimes I ran from the room. If the bodyguards went through that when they were at the hair and beauty salon, I was giving them a raise.
Divinity had a cast on her left hand to help heal the break in her wrist and her fingers on her right hand were in a special splint. She had a short cast on her left leg and a brace on her right. She was one unhappy woman when the pain meds were lowered to help prove she was ready to go home.
Waiting in her room for the nurses to bring her discharge papers and a wheelchair for her to leave the hospital, I couldn’t help feeling relieved that we’re leaving too. Chad had taken all our things to the car and was meeting us at the entrance. I was looking forward to sleeping on a comfortable bed and eating real food. The hospital café was terrible, although from seeing the food Divinity received, I was sure her food was worse than mine.
A nurse in pink scrubs strolled in with a wheelchair and paused by the bed. Her nametag said Renee. “Are you ready to ditch this place?” she asked Divinity, who had a huge grin on her face as she nodded.
“Am I ever! No offense to you or any of the amazing staff, but I’m looking forward to my soft bed, TV with Netflix on the big screen instead of my laptop, and real food, just to name a few things.”
Renee smiled at Divinity. “Well, let’s get you out of here. Do you need my help to get in the wheelchair or can you do it on your own?”
Before Renee could finish her sentence and Divinity could answer, I was up and went to Divinity and carefully lifted her, cradling her in my arms before placing her gently in the wheelchair.
Divinity rolled her eyes. “Obviously, I don’t need to do a thing when I have my He-Man around. I have a feeling I’m not going to even need to use the wheelchair that we ordered. My man will just carry me everywhere.” She was right. I’d carry her anywhere she wanted. I loved her in my arms so it was a win, win, for me.