Part IV
Two weeks had passed since Jisoo's televised speech, and Jennie's progress wasn't something to be discounted. Already, she'd done away with the wheelchair, making the leap to her crutches in record time. Slowly, her leg was healing, recovering from the brutal damage it suffered in the stadium.
Jennie's spirits were considerably higher since Jisoo's speech, but the novelty of the situation had grown old, and the issues she faced were still daily hindrances to her mood.
It was simply frustrating, at times.
Jennie was now coming around to the fact that she wasn't herself, either, and it seemed like a shocking discovery.
She missed the days where she could give Jisoo and Jena the world. The days where she'd play with Jena in the yard, and then pick Jisoo up and whisk her away to bed. She missed the glamour of going out with Jisoo, seeing the photos of their outfits pressed on every news outlet's latest issue.
She missed playing football.
She missed dominating other teams under the open stadium ceiling.
The sounds of rabid fans cheering like spectators in a coliseum, watching gladiators clash again and again.
It was a little like war, Jennie imagined. The blood pumping, the deafening roar in her ears, the glory of success, and victory.
Of course, it was a touch dramatic, but Jennie's yearning to play had only grown since she'd been idle, stuck within the boundaries of their expansive home, too ashamed to do much else.
It was nearing the time for her to get a physical therapist and a trainer back into her life, in order to begin what she knew would a long and frustrating journey.
A journey that didn't guarantee any success.
"Momma!" Jena's voice rang out, and Jennie's attention was immediately drawn from her musings.
In came the toddler, beaming up at her mother like it was the first time she'd seen her in years.
(Jennie loved that, about Jena. It wasn't easy to explain, but with Jena, she had a similar feeling, the way she did with Jisoo: they were always truly happy to see her. Even now, injured and broken and perhaps a tad grumpy, they still lit up when they saw her, and it touched her heart to no end).
Jennie leaned her crutches against the kitchen counter, very carefully managing to pick Jena up and set her on the counter as well.
Jena's eyes were bright and playful, and Jennie felt a tug in her heart.
"Hello." Jena chirped once again, placing her chubby hands in her lap.
"Hi, little sunshine." Jennie cooed, leaning down to kiss her head.
Jena was all dressed and ready for the day, in her little sweats. Jennie smiled to herself. That was Jisoo's work, considering Jena couldn't even pull a shirt over her head.
"Where's mommy?"
"Right here." Jisoo's husky voice purred from behind, and Jennie felt two arms wind around her waist, anchoring her body to Jisoo's.
Slight goosebumps graced her arms as she turned to glance at her wife, who had an absolute twinkle in her eye.
Oh, yeah.
Their sex life had gotten back on track, too.
Jennie had to say, she and Jisoo were particularly happier, after that improvement.
While things weren't back to the way they were, she found so much trust and love from Jisoo's end. At every step, when she doubted herself, Jisoo was there to counter it.
