Wide Spaces (A Wide Awake Novella, Book 2) Read Online Free Page B
Author: The 12 NAs of Christmas, Shelly Crane
how far girls would let us get, and instead with Emma, I was constantly trying to make myself stop. The wedding was only a week away. That was nothing compared to the time she'd lost and the time I'd wasted.
Yes, technically, we hadn't had sex. But yes, technically, we were both pretty content by the time we closed our eyes for the night.
With all the things that have happened, all the firsts that Emma lost with her memory, I wanted this first to be so memorable she'd never be able to forget. I wanted that night so ingrained in her that it could never be removed. I had a cabin for us in the mountains with no one and nobody around to disturb us. I had the nurses coming to help Mom round the clock, and they all understood how to care for her special circumstances.
I was so ready to give Emma that memory.
I pulled some clean jeans on from the drawers, slipping them over my boxers. I threw on a plain white t-shirt and peeked back at her to make sure she was still asleep as I slipped out. We stayed up pretty late last night, so it was late in the morning. I needed to do some exercises with Mom before we left for Em's parents to start packing up some of her things.
I turn ed the corner from the hall to find Mom in her chair, finishing up some oatmeal the nurse had given her. She smiled when she saw me, but then did a double take. It's the same double take and same shocked look in her eyes that I've seen every single day. "Mason, what…"
"Mom," I knelt down and put my hands on the tops of her knees, "you were in an accident, remember?" I ask, though I know she doesn't. "You lost your memory."
"I did?" she says, her eyes turning a little glassy. I pull ed a tissue from the box by her chair. She went through several a day. I checked it often to make sure it was stocked.
"Yeah, Mom." I continue d to explain it until she understood, and then I told her I was going to work her legs, like I did with her every day. It takes me about ten minutes to answer all her questions and explain everything so it sinks in.
I pull ed her leg out straight before her, pull and release, pull and release to stretch out the muscle.
She began her grilling, like she did every time. "So your brother doesn't live here anymore?"
"No, Mamma." I don't tell her all the gory details of Milo because in a little while, she won't remember anyway. It's not worth getting her worked up over. "I graduated and went to school to be a physical therapy assistant so I could take care of you. We have a nurse who comes while I'm at work."
"Where do you work?"
I chuckled. "Inside Out Tattoo." She looked confused. "I own the place. I don't work with other patients anymore, just you."
She smiled wryly. "So you finally did it. You finally opened your tattoo shop."
I smiled back, switching legs. "Yes, ma'am."
Her smile changed. "You went to school to become a PTA for me, didn't you?" I didn't need to answer. She knew. "My Mason," she mused, "always trying to take care of me."
"It was only fair. You always took care of me." We didn't go into the accident. I tried once before, but couldn't do it. The old me hadn't wanted to hear that I wasn't to blame, and the me now just wanted to spend as much time with her as possible before she started to forget again.
Sh e reached out at one point and tussled my hair. "Your hair." She laughed. "You look so grown up."
"I am grown up." I looked up at her as I pressed the pressure points on her feet. "I'm getting married in a week."
Her face was getting comical. Every day for weeks when I said that, she made almost the exact same surprised face. And she clutched her chest like she could die right there of happiness. The exact same way, every time. "Oh, Mason."
"Her name's Emma. She was one of my patients before I opened the tattoo shop."
"And she's fine now? She's OK?"
I nodded. "She is. She lost her memory, like you. But where as you can remember your life and only forget past a certain point, she lost everything." Sympathy
Yes, technically, we hadn't had sex. But yes, technically, we were both pretty content by the time we closed our eyes for the night.
With all the things that have happened, all the firsts that Emma lost with her memory, I wanted this first to be so memorable she'd never be able to forget. I wanted that night so ingrained in her that it could never be removed. I had a cabin for us in the mountains with no one and nobody around to disturb us. I had the nurses coming to help Mom round the clock, and they all understood how to care for her special circumstances.
I was so ready to give Emma that memory.
I pulled some clean jeans on from the drawers, slipping them over my boxers. I threw on a plain white t-shirt and peeked back at her to make sure she was still asleep as I slipped out. We stayed up pretty late last night, so it was late in the morning. I needed to do some exercises with Mom before we left for Em's parents to start packing up some of her things.
I turn ed the corner from the hall to find Mom in her chair, finishing up some oatmeal the nurse had given her. She smiled when she saw me, but then did a double take. It's the same double take and same shocked look in her eyes that I've seen every single day. "Mason, what…"
"Mom," I knelt down and put my hands on the tops of her knees, "you were in an accident, remember?" I ask, though I know she doesn't. "You lost your memory."
"I did?" she says, her eyes turning a little glassy. I pull ed a tissue from the box by her chair. She went through several a day. I checked it often to make sure it was stocked.
"Yeah, Mom." I continue d to explain it until she understood, and then I told her I was going to work her legs, like I did with her every day. It takes me about ten minutes to answer all her questions and explain everything so it sinks in.
I pull ed her leg out straight before her, pull and release, pull and release to stretch out the muscle.
She began her grilling, like she did every time. "So your brother doesn't live here anymore?"
"No, Mamma." I don't tell her all the gory details of Milo because in a little while, she won't remember anyway. It's not worth getting her worked up over. "I graduated and went to school to be a physical therapy assistant so I could take care of you. We have a nurse who comes while I'm at work."
"Where do you work?"
I chuckled. "Inside Out Tattoo." She looked confused. "I own the place. I don't work with other patients anymore, just you."
She smiled wryly. "So you finally did it. You finally opened your tattoo shop."
I smiled back, switching legs. "Yes, ma'am."
Her smile changed. "You went to school to become a PTA for me, didn't you?" I didn't need to answer. She knew. "My Mason," she mused, "always trying to take care of me."
"It was only fair. You always took care of me." We didn't go into the accident. I tried once before, but couldn't do it. The old me hadn't wanted to hear that I wasn't to blame, and the me now just wanted to spend as much time with her as possible before she started to forget again.
Sh e reached out at one point and tussled my hair. "Your hair." She laughed. "You look so grown up."
"I am grown up." I looked up at her as I pressed the pressure points on her feet. "I'm getting married in a week."
Her face was getting comical. Every day for weeks when I said that, she made almost the exact same surprised face. And she clutched her chest like she could die right there of happiness. The exact same way, every time. "Oh, Mason."
"Her name's Emma. She was one of my patients before I opened the tattoo shop."
"And she's fine now? She's OK?"
I nodded. "She is. She lost her memory, like you. But where as you can remember your life and only forget past a certain point, she lost everything." Sympathy
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