*Zac*
Tom had arrived in London without trouble, but to a big media circus. Everyone wanting to know where he had been and what had happened, and then he got spoiled by his mother, at least that was what his texts said.

He had made a lot of progress both physical and psychological himself, especially after accepting Amelia's help and a week later he could leave the hospital to go home.

They had feared coming home to a destroyed house, but he had called his father and incredibly enough his house had only suffered minor damage, which had already been fixed.

When they arrived in LA the city was almost unrecognisable, of course it wasn't all back to normal, but it had been cleaned and people was rebuilding everywhere.

They spend the first week finding back to a somewhat normal life, talking about what they wanted to do now.

Amelia wasn't longer sure she wanted to persuade a singing career. She needed some more time to think, and he had said he would support her no matter what she chose.

Zac invited everyone for a big barbecue and apologised for shutting them of during his time in the hospital, but he had been in a really dark place.

Joel told him he was a big idiot, but that they still loved him, because they had always known he was exactly that.

Amelia knew he still had days sometime where he didn't felt good enough and she did everything to show him that he was more than good enough for her.

Zac was standing in the bathroom, he was staring at the ring in his hand, his family and friends had just gone home and they had forgiven him for shutting them out.

He sighed, he had waited to offer her the ring back, hoping he could be fully the man she deserved first, but there were limits to how long he wanted to wait.

His legs worked perfectly now, even though he could sometimes lose his balance and he was almost back to being himself, but he was going to continue to see a psychologist every second week.

And his sense of feeling had returned to. It was a little blurry sometimes, especially if he got stressed, but it wasn't bad and that should be a really good thing, but trouble was that he was still unable to get an erection at all.

That was why he hadn't told Amelia that the sense of feeling had returned. He didn't want her to think it had anything to do with her, because it most definitely didn't.

The psychologist had said that it probably was some kind of psychic blocking, as there should no longer be a physical problem, he just didn't know what it was.

Amelia at least seemed happy enough, also with their sexlife and he really did everything he could to make her happy and pleasure her, he didn't want her to feel she missed out.

His voice sounded loud in the small closed room, but Amelia was still in the garden and wouldn't hear him. "She loves you, that should be the most important thing, now pull it together".

He needed to convince himself and find the courage to do what he had promised Tom.

But he was sure she missed it after all and he missed the intimacy of the intercourse, sometimes so much it hurt, but he didn't expected it to happen anymore.

He had wondered if it was okay for him to propose to her, knowing the possibly never would have a normal sexlife, it was a lot to ask of her.

But he loved her so much, and he thought they would find a solution together, in a weak moment he had even entertained the idea of letting Tom step in, but he knew he couldn't live with that and she would most likely slap him if he suggested it.

He really hoped she didn't feel she owed him a yes, just because she had said yes last time, the situation was different. He was another man and he wanted her to answer from her wishes now.

He put the ring back in his pocket and sighed deeply, then he smiled weakly at himself in the mirror and went out to find her.