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Chapter 26 - A Step Forward

"I don't want you to go." Leah wrapped her arms around me even tighter than they were before.

"I'll only be gone an hour." I laughed, squeezing the back of her neck as we held onto each other. I ran my fingers through her hair. "I love you."

"I love you too." She kissed my forehead, letting me go. "I'll take good care of our boy." I had noticed she'd been doing that lately.

"You always do." Leah carefully picked him up. "He'll be able to go home soon, Le. He's doing so good." I touched his small hand, watching has he wrapped it around my finger.

"I'm excited for him to be home and meet everybody." I watched her eyes sparkle while looking at him. "Your aunties are going to spoil you."

"They will." I leaned down and kissed his head. "I have to go. I can't be late. Call me if something comes up or the doctors come in?"

"I will. We'll be perfectly fine, won't we, little guy?" I smiled. "Say goodbye to Mummy."

"Okay, you're making it hard for me to go."

"Well, we don't want you to go, but go now before I never let you go."

"Fine, fine." I kissed her softly. "I love you."

"I love you too."

I made my way out. I didn't want to go, but I had this therapy appointment for a month and kept rescheduling because I was too afraid to go, but now I had to. I wanted to.

The drive was quick and easy. The office space that the company used was close to the hospital we'd been in for almost a month now.

I walked into the building and to the front desk. There was a lady sitting there, who looked up and gave me a small smile.

"Hi, do you have an appointment?"

"I do, yes. Emily Williamson. 12:30."

"We'll have someone with you shortly."

"Thank you."

I didn't want to relive what had happened a few months ago, but Leah was right. Talking about it with a professional might be the best thing for me.

A lot of the reason was that, yes, I wanted to heal, but I missed my wife. She'd never once since that day, tried to be intimate with me past what I wasn't comfortable with.

A few weeks before Archie was born, we found ourselves on the couch with my hand in her shirt and her hands on my waist. I moved down her neck then I froze the second her fingers dipped into my shorts. We spent the rest of that night watching a movie and not talking about what had happened.

After a couple minutes of waiting, I was taken into a small office. The therapist shut the door and told me to have a seat wherever I liked. I opted for the couch and picked up a pillow to hold onto.

"Hi, I'n Jane. How are you doing today?"

"I'm actually doing well. You?"

"Good, good. I'm doing just fine. So, when you filled out the form, I read that you were pregnant. I assume you've had your baby then?"

"Yeah," I smiled. "A few weeks ago. Archie's spending his last few days in the hospital."

"He's doing well?"

"So much better. He was born prematurely with a few little health issues, but he's really made a turn around."

"That's always good to hear. So, tell me why you wanted to talk to someone."