More Than Friends

Pragma

Chris

Three weeks later

Bell stayed in the hospital for a week. She was happy it didn't look like a hospital room and we kept bringing more stuff to make her feel comfortable but when the doctor said she had to stay another week she was practically ripping the IV from her arm.

But I got to an agreement with the doctor so she would have a nurse for the next week— Of course it wouldn't be her mom —So we went back home, all of Bell's stuff was brought back to our house. Well, the little bit of clothes she took with her and we got her settled in.

We all knew that it would be a slow recovery process, but Bell had enough of it. She started to walk around the house as the nurse followed her commanding her to sit down. Bell laughed and proceeded to cook dinner. She's so fucking stuburn but, fuck, I love her so much.

Aaron took care of the security in all our homes. My mom and Natasha spend all their free time with Bell as she planned Karol's baby shower and helped out Sarah with some wedding stuff.
We were all basically harassing Bell, we were all scared of losing her and we didn't want to take the time we had with each other for granted.

One time I found Bell sandwiches between Steve and Scott, they all fell asleep watching a movie in our room and I had to take the guest bedroom. Just to wake up in the middle of the night with Bell in my arms. I don't know how she escaped Scott and Steve's death grip but my heart swelled as I looked down and saw her curled up next to me.

After two days in the hospital I figured that Bell didn't remember anything after she got shot. So she didn't remember my confession about asking her to marry me. Which is a good thing. I always wanted it to be a surprise.

I hope it still is.

"So are you going to tell me where we are going?"

I smile to myself. She's been asking that since we left the house this afternoon. I did have a dig proposal planned for her but the recent events put things into perspective for me.

I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Bell, and I was so close to just asking her to marry me when she woke up in the hospital. But I still wanted to do something special for her.

Even though I know she would've loved that I proposed to her in the same place we had our first date, I know she will absolutely love this more. Besides, I had to take her out of the house, she was starting to go crazy. Her words not mine.

"Hang on, we're almost there." I say laughing as she whines.

"You said that an eternity ago. I say you pull over and we get on the back seat,"

Jesus, we haven't been able to have sex from here surgery and the last thing I want to do is hurt her. So I'm waiting for the doctor to give us the okay. But Bell is getting imaptiant and trying everything she can think of. And trust me it's hard to say no when you're about to pass out from a raging hard-on.

"Doctor hasn't given us the green light bell and you know I don't want to hurt you further."

"Fine. Then let's compromise. Tell me where we are going and then I suck your cock."

I groan. She knows what she does to me when she talks like that. I hate to have to say no, but I'm serious about not wanting to hurt her.

I squeeze her thigh making her gasp. "Behave, baby." A grin spreads over her face and I already know I'm going to love and hate what she says next.

"Whatever you say, Sir." The last word drips on my like honey, making all the blood in my body run to my cock. I growl and squeeze her thigh harder. Brat.