Chapter 41- Becoming Mrs. Seguin

                                    

                                          
For the next three weeks that Tyler was in the hospital, I stayed by his side. My things were temporarily left at his house and I took a shower there every morning, too.
                          
I spent most of the day keeping him company, and it made me so happy to see him slowly recovering over time. He had lost a lot of weight, though.
                          
On Friday morning, Tyler was finally released from the hospital. The doctor gave him medication and specific instructions on what to do and not do with his leg in order for it to heal.
                          
Unfortunately, he'd have to wear a walking brace for the next four months, which meant that he wouldn't be able to play hockey until November.
                          
Tyler was clearly upset about that, especially since the Winter Olympics were in February, but I reminded him how lucky he was to have survived the accident in the first place.
                          
"She's right. You're one lucky guy, Tyler. And you know what else, this ex-girlfriend of yours is something special. I've never met anyone that was willing to spend three weeks of their summer in the hospital before," the doctor remarked.
                          
"Yeah, about that...Christine and I are back together now. It's all good," Tyler explained. "In fact, she's going to move in with me."
                          
I was?
                          
Immediately, I began to burst with excitement, my body doing all sorts of things. I fought the urge to jump into Tyler's arms because god knows what that'd do to him. The rest of his bones would probably break.
                          
"Well congratulations then. She's definitely a keeper," the doctor said, giving Tyler a pat on the back.
                          
"Trust me, I've heard that before," he replied, giving me a wink.
                          
After saying our good-byes to the doctor and nurses, Tyler and I left the hospital. He had to use my weight as support since he could barely even walk. Being outside surrounded by the fresh, ocean air awakened his senses as he took a deep, relaxing breath.
                          
"God, I'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be outdoors," he spoke.
                          
"I bet. Oh, and by the way, did I tell you about how much Marshall and Miller miss you? They haven't left your bedroom in days," I told him.
                          
"I know, I missed them a lot too," Tyler said, "but they sure are going to be happy knowing that they get to see their mommy everyday from now on."
                          
"And what about their dad?", I asked him, playing along.
                          
"He's just as happy about it as they are."
                          
I smiled then grabbed Tyler's face, pulling it down towards mine as we stood there kissing, lost in our own little world. When we finally broke apart, I rested my forehead against his, the both of us slowly catching our breaths.
                          
"Let's get you back to your house," I said quietly.
                          
"Our house," Tyler corrected with a grin, placing a kiss on the tip of my nose.
                          
God that sounded nice.
                          
When the both of us got home, we were greeted by a very excited Miller, whose tail wouldn't stop wagging. He nearly knocked a crystal vase over with it.
                          
I went to grab some pillows from Tyler's room, only to find Marshall fast asleep on the bed. It was absolutely adorable.
                          
"Where's Marshall?", I heard Tyler ask from the living room.
                          
"In here."
                          
Tyler slowly limped over, his face contorted in pain with each step he took. I immediately rushed to his side and grabbed his waist, draping one of his arms over my shoulder.