All At Once

I don't know what I would do without him

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Harper

The buzzer sounds, signaling the end of the first half.

It's the first home game of the season, we're up, but only by three against the San Francisco 49ers.

The boys start making there way off the field to the locker rooms. I begin to follow, slowly but surely in my wheelchair, trying desperately to hold onto my equipment while still using my hands to propel the chair.

Suddenly I start to move, much faster, no help from myself.

"Don't worry, I gotcha babe," whispered Myles, his lips brushing against my earlobe.

I sighed in satisfaction, his show of affection warming my chilly body instantly.

We walk through the doors of the locker room, the warm air hitting instantly.

"I got it from here, go join the team," I tell him with as small smile of reassurance.

Since the accident he has barely left my side, never wanting me to strain myself too hard. He's being protective and it's very sweet, but I worry that he forgets to take care of himself sometimes.

He gives me a hesitant look, but eventually gives in, "Alright, don't go back out there before we're done, I'll push you back out to your spot."

I give him a firm nod.

Relief shows through his features, "Thank you!" he says quickly bending down giving me a light peck on the lips.

Myles hurries through the doors to meet his team, leaving me with a love sick grin on my face. Everything has become so familiar with him, never forced, never awkward.

I pick up my forgotten camera from my lap, looking through the photos that I took, deleting the ones I thought weren't good enough or were just boring shots.

Lost in my own thoughts I didn't realize someone was approaching me.

"Hi Harper," I slightly jump in my chair when I hear someone say my name. I look up from my camera to see Kayla silently laughing at me.

I chuckle along with her, "Hi Kayla."

"I haven't talked to you in a while, how have you been?" she asks with a genuine smile.

"I've been really good actually, besides the wheelchair that is," I laugh.

"Well you're handling it a lot better than I would've."

I smile, thinking of how Myles has been my main source of strength, "If it weren't for Myles... I don't think I would be doing as good as I am. He's always there for me, taking care of us," at this I touch my bump, "he carries me everywhere because he wants me to heal as best as possible. He cooks for me, he cleans up after, even when I protest. I don't know what I would do without him."

I look back up at her, realizing that I had spaced out while I was talking. Kayla wears an earsplitting grin on her face, like she knows something I don't.

"It sounds like you're in love with him," she states matter-of-factly.

A deep sigh resonates through my nostrils, "How could I not be? He's everything I've ever wanted, everything I never knew I needed. He cares about me so deeply, he loves and adores our child. Myles in the best person I know. His heart is kind and pure, he holds a childlike innocence that I absolutely love. He can be goofy and make me laugh, but he can also be sweet and gentle."

"So yes, I am definitely in love with him."

Kayla looks back at me with excitement, "Why don't you tell him then?"