Love at First Letter ✔️

Love at First Love - 34

You can thank Nicholas Sparks and his movie The Longest Ride for bringing this update to y'all. I just watched the movie, balled my eyes out thanks for asking. Literally it was the cutest thing ever, plus Scott Eastwood isn't too bad to look at. So I hope y'all enjoy this update!

Love at First Letter

Chapter 34

Physical therapy turned out to be worst than I thought it was going to be. The first week was filled with painful groans and a lot of cursing at Dustin, the physical therapist. Dustin took all of the bad names Brett's called him with a smile and always encouraged him to make up better ones. Brett was now walking with crutches which he will have to use for at least three or four weeks, meanwhile doing stretches at home to keep his leg strength up. After the month and with Dustin's approval he'll be able to move up to a cane for at least two weeks and then if he was feeling good he could walk without it.

Brett was finally released from the hospital and we were making our way back to his house. Logan was sitting in the back seat with a cheesy grin as he looks down at his phone. I'm driving, which is the first time it's happened since I've started dating Brett and he looks miserable. One hand is clenching the door handle and the other is clenching the arm rest.

"You can hold my hand instead of the armrest."

"No, keep both hands on the wheel." He tells me firmly, only glancing at me for a second at most before returning his eyes back to the road. I glance over at him and can't help but smile.

"But when you drive we hold hands." I remind him.

He sends me a smile but says, "That's because I'm a better driver than you." It looked as if he was trying to say this like a joke but when I glance over to see how tense he is, I'm so not sure it is a joke. Which I don't mind, I prefer it when he drives.

"You are not a better driver than I am." I look over at Brett who keeps his eyes on the road.

"Look at the road." He tells me and I shake my head. We're almost back to his house and I can't wait for us to get there. "Sorry, I just like to be the one driving."

"It's okay, I understand. I like you driving too." We pull up into his driveway and he finally relaxes in the seat. We unclick our seatbelts and Brett catches my hand. He brings it up to his lips and kisses the back of my hand.

"Would you two stop being so goddamn romantic, it's freaking me out." Logan says to us and just to spite him Brett brings me in for a kiss. I hear Logan groan and the sound of a car door opening and slamming shut. I smile into the kiss and when we break apart I see Logan enter the house.

"You happy to be home?" I ask him as I gather up his crutches from the backseat and hand them to him. He opens the door and scrambles out of the car.

"I would rather be at your house."

I smile at this and kiss his lips once more before we make our way into the house. Brett's parents aren't home and immediately Brittany and Brandy bring us into the living room to watch a few movies. I don't tell them that I've barely slept in the last few days and all I want right now is to go to bed.

By the time the credits are rolling on the first movie and Brittany moves to put in the second I was close to falling asleep on Brett's shoulder. His arm tightens around my waist as I curl up in his side. "I think I need to get this one to bed." I hear Brett say to his sisters. They complain but Brett stands firm on his decision. "Come on baby, let's get you to bed."

To say that Brett was happy to be off of his cane and driving again would be an understatement. He was ecstatic that I would never have to drive him again. But there was something he wasn't telling me, something that I knew was taking a toll on him. I could see it in his eyes and the way he carries himself. We were staying at his parent's house just one more night before we headed back to my house.

I sit on Logan's bed, my back resting on the headboard, as I watch Logan move about the room. He walks with a slight limp and every so often his jaw clenches and he pauses for just a moment before he starts walking again. I watch as he takes a few aspirin and then sits at the edge of the bed.

"What's wrong?" I ask him, but he doesn't look at me. He sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. I stay silent for a moment, waiting for his response but it doesn't come. I stand from the bed and move so I'm sitting right next to him but yet he still doesn't look at me. "Baby, what's wrong?" I can tell he's closed his eyes and he rests his head in his hands that are propped up on his thighs. He sighs again, this time louder and longer but still doesn't look at me. "Brett."

This time he looks up at me, his eyes red and a few tears running down his cheeks. Our eyes stay connected as I cup his face with my hand and use my thumbs to wipe away the tears. "I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong."

"You can't help me." His voice is low and hoarse and he clears his throat. He breathes in his noise and lets it out of his mouth. One of his hands snakes around my waist and the other comes to cup the back of my head. He brings my face into his neck and hugs me tight. He drops his own head in the crook of my neck and kisses the base of it. "No one can."

"You can tell me."

"I can't go back to the military, I've been discharged." I don't say anything and I can feel his breath on my neck. I can also feel the occasional tear. "I don't know what I'm going to do now. All I've ever known is the military. What am I supposed to do now? I'm not cut out for the office cubicle bullshit. How am I supposed to provide for you?"

I pull back from his embrace and look him in the eyes. "You'll find something. You're a smart man, you can do anything you want, anything. If you want to go back to school, I'll support you. If you want to be my trophy husband, I'll support that too." I smile when he gives a small chuckle. "You'll find something, something that you love to do. And if you don't, I'll just have to write another bestseller about you, that'll get us through at least a couple years." This time he doesn't laugh, instead his small smile turns into a frown and I automatically know I said something wrong. "What?"

"I grew up in the south, in a family where the man always supports his girl. I want to be able to provide for you and buy you whatever you want, whatever you need. It kills me knowing that I won't be able to do that. I feel useless Hazel and I don't know what to do."

"Just take it one step at a time. That's all you can do. If you want to take a few months, a year off that's fine with me. If you want to apply to different jobs and see what you like, that's also fine with me. I love you Brett and I'll be there with you every step of the way. I'll even help you get ready for interviews if that's what you want."

"How did I get so lucky?" He asks me, bringing me in for a kiss.

I rest my forehead against his and whisper, "I ask myself that all the time."

*****

I know it's a little short but I think there is only going to be one more chapter left. I'm not too sure if I'm going to drag it out to two, but we'll see. I'm already writing it!

I know I said that I was going to go into further detail of Logan and Kylie, but I didn't want to spoil too much for the second book.

I'm really sad to see this story ending but at the same time I just love their story.

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