Mitch's POV

  I watched as Jerome forced himself out of the wheelchair, using the desk to support himself as his face turned a dark reddish purple color. He stood for a second, then collapsed on the floor.

  Instantly I dropped next to him, making sure he was still conscious. His eyes were slightly glazed over, but soon they regained focus.

  "Help me up. I want to try again." He said and I shook my head.

  "I can't Jerome. You're going to hurt yourself. You can try again in a few hours. Let's go eat." He frowned, but didn't argue. I leaned down and kissed him softly.

  "Screw you," he mumbled, then laughed. I rolled my eyes and picked Jerome up, adjusting him so he was back in his wheelchair. I rolled him out of the house and helped him into the car.

  His legs twitched slightly beside me as I drove, a sign that he was getting his feeling back. I looked over at his scrunched up, concentrated face.

  "Relax babe, you can try later, why don't you text Adam or Ty and have the other team crafted members come over?" I said, and he nodded, pulling his phone out.

  "Where are we going?" He asked and I smiled.

  "How about Olive Garden?" I said, and he nodded, texting it out to the others before we sat in silence. I reached over with my right hand, resting it on Jerome's leg. I felt it tense beneath me, but he gave no indication of noticing.

  Jerome had no idea of how much he had progressed, but I was always so worried about him. Jerome pushed himself to hard, and I was afraid of losing him.

  I looked up at the Bacca doll on my dashboard and relaxed. We pulled into the parking space and got out. I helped Jerome get into his wheelchair, and we set up to wait for the others.

Jerome's POV

  I watched Mitch out of the corner of my eyes, watching how he nervously opened the door and got me into the damn chair. He always acted like I was fragile, and though it was annoying, it let me know I was loved.

  As I thought of this, we waited for the others. I looked up to Mitch. I wanted to be his strong biggums, not his crippled one. I wanted to be the one to baby him, not be a baby.

  "Mitch, I wanna push the chair on my own from now on." I said, looking up at the Canadian. He bit his bottom lip before nodding and sighing.

  "Alright biggums." He said, and I saw Adams car pull in, along with Ian's. When they parked, all of team crafted piled out. Ryan walked over and smirked.

  "I'd stand and say hi, but someone won't let me out of my chair." I said, and Mitch rolled his eyes. He turned, walking towards the door to the restaurant.

  "Hey! Wait, I can't move that fast yet," I yelped. Mitch laughed, and I grabbed the wheels, pushing myself to the entrance. It was much harder than I thought, but I didn't let anyone help me.

  By the time we were at the table, I was panting heavily. When Mitch went to move me into the large both at the table, I smacked his hand.

  "I'm gonna do it myself." I said, grabbing the edge of the table and pushing myself up, my arms shook as I did this, and I finally collapsed down in the seat. When I looked up, everyone but Mitch was staring at me with wide eyes.

  "What, you've never seen a Bacca get out of a wheelchair before?" I asked with a laugh as Mitch found a place to put the damn chair.

  "Not when you're not supposed to be able to walk!" Adam laughed. I shook my head and smiled as Mitch sat next to me. The boy has started sitting next to me when he had taken over as my 'caretaker'. I hated him being that, and I let him know it.

  After we had finished our food, I laid back and listened to the commotion of team crafted. I wished I could move my legs, just enough to kick Adam, who was teasing Mitch about something stupid.

  "Oww! Fuck," Adam said, and my eyes shot open, watching him.

  "What happened?" Mitch asked, and Adam just looked at me like I had grown a second head.

  "He... kicked me..." His voice was hushed and I blinked, looking down.

  "I did?" I asked, and he nodded. I focused on my right leg, watching as I slowly swung it back and forth.

  Everyone looked at me, and Mitch was dead silent, his hand squeezing my own under the table.

  "I can move it..." I whispered, then pushed on Mitch, forcing him to stand up as I turned, focusing and bringing my legs around to stand.

  I used the table again to raise myself, but this time I pulled my hand away, successfully standing for a few seconds before my legs gave out. I felt and wrap around me and hold me up, my shirt and shoulder becoming wet with Mitch's tears.

  "You stood!" Ryan gasped, standing and embracing me.

  The rest of the night at Olive Garden was a blur, but we soon got back into my house. Mitch instantly grabbed me, pulling me onto my bed before attacking my mouth with his own.

  We shared a long passionate kiss before I pulled back, watching my Canadian.

  "Hey, I think it's time to move to crutches," I said, and Mitch grinned.

  "I do believe so."