So, I didn't finish editing, but I decided to take the book off hold. This chapter has been finished for a while now, and I thought y'all should finally get it. Read the bottom author's note for an important message about the end of this book.
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I was making breakfast when Ally walked down the stairs. She didn't have her cane or walker. I ran over to her and helped her to the kitchen table. She smiled at me as she reached for her coffee.
"You could've called me up when you woke up. I could've helped you." I said.
"I didn't need help." Ally said with a happy smile. "I put my leg on and got dressed. And, when I went down the stairs, I was able to hold onto the railing. I'm getting better. I don't need as much help."
"I'm still keeping a home nurse here when I'm not home." I said.
"You should get a chef too, because you burn all of the food." She giggled. I ran to the stove and turned it off. I looked back at her to see she had a smirk.
"I'll think about it." I groaned, throwing the bacon and eggs in the trash. "Let's go get some breakfast."
Ally slipped on her shoes and we got in the car. I looked down at her leg, noticing that she was wearing shorts. She hadn't gotten the leg specifically made for her to wear shorts yet, so I'm surprised she wore shorts. She's been living in long baggy pants since she got the leg. If the pants weren't baggy, she would pull on them to stretch them out.
"You're wearing shorts." I commented as we pulled into the parking lot of King's Breakfast Cafe. Ally unbuckled as she nodded.
"I thought I should stop hiding. People are going to see my leg when I play. I need to get used to pictures and questions instead of being bombarded with them when I finally get back." she explained. I nodded.
"Nneka called me yesterday and invited us to the game Saturday." Ally nodded.
"She texted me, but I never got back to her."
I followed Ally into the restaurant. A lady told us to take a seat anywhere. Ally chose a table for two in the back.
The WNBA season started about a week ago. Ally was invited to go to all the home games, but she refused. All the girls miss her, but I think she's just upset that she can't play yet. She still has so much to do for physical therapy. She has to get a leg that can do what she needs it to do. She has a lot to do. When she started PT, the Dr. Ryan and Dr. Taylors said she would be back by next season, but they're not sure anymore. That's making Ally even more frustrated than she already is. She even stopped coming to my games. She'll agree to go and then decline minutes before we need to leave.
"The girls miss you." I said as a waitress came over. She gave us each a menu, eyeing Ally's leg as she did so. We gave her our drink order and she left.
"I understand that. I miss them too." she groaned as she looked at the menu.
"Then go to the game with me."
"I'll think about it." I sighed, knowing she wasn't going to go anyways. "Now, do I want eggs or waffles?"
Her hand rubbed her growing baby bump. She always does this when we go out for a meal. She'll ask the baby. She even does it when we're at home. I think its cute. She'll always have a conversation with the baby. It doesn't matter where she is. She'll put a hand on her stomach and talk to it as she rubs circles.
"I think its a boy." she commented. I raised my eyebrow as I smirked. She said she didn't want to know the sex, but she's really rooting for a boy.
