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The Sweet Life	By : jai Category: Individual Celebrities > Athlete/Sports Misc Views: 8241 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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August 29, 2012 Philadelphia, PA

Waking up from anesthesia wasn’t much like waking up; it was more like surfacing from strangely weighted water. At least that’s what Michael experienced as he finally opened his eyes at seven in the morning.

Before that event, he’d been aware that his left leg felt heavy, his right side felt numb, there was a stinging sensation in his left hand and he really needed to pee. Also the beeping of the machines was getting on his nerves and the sheets were chaffing him in places he really didn’t want to be chaffed at this stage in his life.

Once he’d cataloged all the things that not so good in his life he took a moment to be glad that he was breathing on his own, he could move all his limbs and he didn’t seem to be permanently injured. A nurse (or maybe more than one, he was a little fuzzy over night) had come in and told him about the appendectomy and the cast while she checked him over and he knew what was wrong with him.

The odd whomp of the door opening alerted him to that someone had come in and he looked over to see yet another nurse walking towards him and he made a note of her nametag.

“Good morning, Dr. Phelps. I’m glad to see that you’re awake. How are you feeling?”

“Hi, I’m okay and it’s Michael please. Um I really need to pee.”

She nodded and ducked down, pulling out a plastic urinal. “You’re not supposed to get out of bed yet so this is your only option. Do you need help or just some privacy?”

“A little privacy.” Michael said, as he took it from her.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.”

Michael got the device under the sheet and in position with a little difficulty and then had to pull it back up and take the cap off. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to finally be able to pee and just savored it for a minute.

If there was anything he’d learned from working with some of his patients, sometimes surviving a bad situation was all about learning to cherish the little things and Michael was determined not to let this get him down. Well he was down and currently lay out but he really believed that half the battle to recovery was all about attitude.

The nurse, Caron, returned to dispose of the urinal contents and checked his vitals while Michael gave himself a little pep talk. He was a little amused that his internal coaching voice sounded half like Bob and half like Ian but listened to it anyway.

“Michael, are you okay?” Caron asked, giving him a worried look since he hadn’t answered her the first time.

“Huh? Oh, I’m fine.”

“Okay.” Caron said slowly. “I was asking if you were hungry. Breakfast won’t be served for an hour or so but I could bring you a snack.”

Michael’s stomach growled loudly and Caron laughed at the look Michael gave his midsection.

“I’ll take that as a yes. I’ll be right back.”

He watched her leave and his eye was caught but the sight of the phone on nightstand so he reached out carefully and pulled it over. Yeah, he’d definitely gotten some kind of procedure on his right side if the tightness in that area was any indication.

“Hello?”

“Hi Chloe!”

“Daddy! Papa it’s Daddy! Are you okay?”

“I sure am. How are you?”

“I’m okay. We’re coming to visit you in a little while and Papa’s bringing a surprise.”

“He is? What is it?”

“I’m not going to tell you, Daddy. That would be cheating.”

“I guess you’re right. So what’s Papa doing?”

“He’s-. I can’t tell you.”

“Oh, so he’s working on my surprise?”

“Yes. Papa wants to talk to you.”

“Okay.” Michael said easily having already figured out from the background sounds that Ian and Chloe were in the kitchen so that must mean that Ian was cooking. Oh yippee!

“Good morning love.”

“Good morning baby. Happy anniversary.”

“And a happy anniversary to you too. How are you feeling this morning?”

“Pretty good all things considered.”

“You sound very cheerful.” Ian said, sounding better than he had yesterday.

“I’m feeling good. Did you get any sleep last night?”

“I grabbed a couple of hours on and off.” Ian said honestly after hesitating for a second.

“I think the only reason I slept at all was that I didn’t really have a choice.” Michael said equally honestly. “Did they say anything about when I could get out of here?”

“Not for a couple of days I think although no one was definitive. Pieter said that normally they’d get you on your feet today but the cast situation might complicate matters. Michael, I’d love to keep talking to you but we’re trying to get ourselves together to come down in an hour. Can I let you go?”

“Sure but I’ll be counting the minutes.”

“Fair enough, Love. See you in fifty nine minutes and ten seconds. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Michael tapped the release button and dialed his mom’s phone number. He got voice mail so he left a message including the hospital’s phone number and his room number then dialed his dad.

“Hello?”

“Hi Jackie.”

“Michael! How are you?”

“I’m fine. How are you?”

“I’m fine but you just missed Fred. He’s on his way to Franklin Square to visit Whitney and the babies. He’s going to be so disappointed he missed you.”

“Well I’m disappointed I missed him too but its okay, I’ll just catch up with him later. Why didn’t you go with him?”

“Actually I was just going to leave for Whitney and Trent’s house. Siobhan is meeting me there and we’re going to get things organized. Whitney and the twins are coming home tomorrow and they didn’t quite finish setting up the nursery. The hospital limits the number of visitors so I’ll be going this afternoon.”

“That’s awfully sweet of you and speaking of helping out, Ian and I were thinking about getting them meal delivery for three or four weeks. Whitney said they were pretty well set for baby stuff and we wanted to get them something to make life easier.”

“Michael, that’s a great idea. I was going to drop of a bunch of casseroles but that would work even better. They’re going to be so busy with the twins but I guess I don’t have to tell you that.”

“No you sure don’t. Okay, I’ll take care of it. Hey, do you have a pen? I can give you the phone number here.”

Jackie jotted down the info and rang off since she didn’t want to be late meeting Siobhan. By the time Caron came back he’d left a message at Trent and Whitney’s house and one at Bob’s office voice mail.

“It’s not much but hopefully it will hold you for a while.” Caron said as she set down two bananas and two juice bottles. “There are several flower arrangements for you out at the desk. Are you allergic to anything?

“Nope.” Michael said more concerned with unpeeling a banana since his stomach was really starting to complain.

He looked up few minutes later as Caron and two other nurses pushed in several carts just loaded with all sorts of flowers. “Whoa!”

“Michael, this is just the tip of the iceberg I think.” Pieter said as he followed the last cart in.

“Pieter! What are you doing here?”

“I’m a doctor, we’re normally found in hospitals I believe. Actually I’m on my way to work and I thought I’d stop by and see how you’re doing.

“I’m fine. Um, Caron I don’t need all these flowers. Can you just give me the cards and distribute them?”

“Sure Michael.” Caron said with a grin. “Sorry but I just couldn’t resist bringing them all in to see your face. We’ve never had anyone get this many flowers. What do you want them to do with them?”

“Uh, how about starting with putting them at the nursing stations so everyone can enjoy them? If there’s any left over, you guys know who could use a little cheering up and I’ll trust your judgment.”

“Okay. I’ll put all the cards in an envelope for you.”

The carts were pushed back out after Pieter plucked one vase with beautiful blue and orange tulips out and set it on the tray in front Michael.

“Are those from you?”

Pieter shook his head and handed the card to Michael. “No, but it’s the right colors and the right flower don’t you think? I brought something even better.”

Michael took the Polaroid picture Pieter whipped out and chuckled. “You took a picture of my appendix?”

“Well of course. Really now, how are you feeling?”

“I feel pretty good. Things hurt and I’d rather not be here but all in all, I’m feeling pretty lucky.”

“You were lucky. Mind if I give you a look over?”

Michael fluttered his eyelashes. “Why Pieter, are you going to check me out?”

“Ha ha. I’m glad you’re in a good mood.” Pieter said as he checked Michael’s left foot for circulation. “Your foot is cold.”

“My feet are always cold and it’s cold in here.” Michael said and wiggled his toes. “But everything works okay. Oh, the flowers are from your parents. They didn’t have to do that.”

“I thought so. Mother always sends tulips.” Pieter said as he pulled Michael’s gown up and looked under the bandage. “Besides, you’re going to be my best man.”

“I am? I thought your brother-.”

“You mean I forgot to ask? Well, Michael would you do me the honor of being my best man?”

“Of course I will but the honor is mine. You know, this would have probably been a more touching moment if you weren’t examining me.”

“You can’t have everything,” Pieter said with a philosophical shrug. “It is my professional opinion that you seem to be on the mend and I commend you for your planning of two medical emergencies in one visit.”

“I’m all about saving time.”

Pieter pulled the blanket back up and made sure to cover Michael’s foot. “Unfortunately, I must get down to work but I’ll be back later. Grant is planning to come around lunch time and he wants to know what you feel like eating.”

“I’d take anything at this point but he doesn’t have to do that. They are going to bring me food.”

“But it’s hospital food. I’ll tell Grant to fix you a steak sandwich with that sauce you like.”

“Thanks Pieter.”

His friend left with a cheery wave and Michael reached for the second banana. He read the card again and smiled. He’d enjoyed spending time with Cees and had met Astrid briefly at Pieter’s first wedding but it was still very sweet of them.

He was trying to decide if it would be worth turning on the TV when the door opened again and Chloe appeared, holding it open for Ian who was carrying a box and had a small suitcase slung over his shoulder.

“Hi Daddy!”

“Hi sweetie. Hi Ian.”

Once Ian was in, Chloe let the door go and came over to give him a kiss while Ian put the box down on the foot of the bed and dropped the luggage. “Can I see your scar?”

“It’s not a scar yet Chloe but do you want to see a picture of my appendix?”

“Oh gross! Where is it?”

Michael handed her the picture and looked up at Ian. “You look tired.”

“I am tired but I plan on taking a nap this afternoon. Who are the flowers from?”

“The van den Hoogenbands – parent edition. Pieter asked me to be his best man.”

“Well it’s about time. Do you mind if I move them? I brought you breakfast so I hope you’re hungry.”

“Ha! I knew that’s what you were doing and I’m starving. Caron gave me two bananas but they only made a little dent.”

Michael was surprised at the wide relieved grin that spread over Ian’s face as the flowers were moved, the banana peels discarded and containers emerged from the box.

“Thank goodness! I was so worried yesterday when you said you weren’t hungry. So I have fresh fruit salad, fried potatoes, bacon, biscuits with gravy and your favorite: chocolate chip pancakes.”

The amount of food in front of him might have been daunting for someone else but Michael just took a fork and got to work, almost vibrating with happiness.

Chloe and Ian let him eat in peace as they unpacked a few comfort items – pajamas, a robe, slippers, a couple of the medical journals that Michael had been reading, his travel kit with his toothbrush, paste, comb and shower items, his Palm Pilot and a few items of clothing.

“These aren’t your favorite sleeping pants or jeans so Mum altered them.” Ian said, holding up a pair of jeans that had one leg cut off at mid thigh. “We also brought some socks. Do you want me to put them on you?”

“Yes please. My feet are freezing.”

“When aren’t they?” Ian said as pulled up the blanket and sheet.

Chloe asked several questions about the picture then pulled out a couple of Sharpie pens. “Can I sign your cast?”

“You certainly can. I guess my cell phone is toast?”

“Pretty much and so are your sun glasses. I have your wallet and the clothes you were wearing but the clothes are going to have to be trashed. Do you want me to leave you my cell?”

“Nah, there’s a phone right here and I’ll pick up a new one later. I already called my parents but they’re spending the morning with Whitney. Jackie said the catered meal idea was great though.”

“Good. Do you want me to take care of it?”

“If you have time. There’s a list next to my laptop and I think I starred the best prospect.”

“Then I’ll call them later although I’m not sure how I feel about you making lists.”

Michael grinned. “Maybe you’re rubbing off on me. How are the boys doing?”

“Running Gail’s legs off. I thought about bringing them down but they’d want to get up on the bed with you and I could just see a little foot connecting with your cast, your stitches or an even more important spot.”

“Good thinking and this might be a little scary for them. I’m sorry that we’re not going to have much of an anniversary celebration though.”

“Then we’ll just do it later.”

Ian and Chloe hung out through the visits by Doctors Clementine and Holtz. Michael was to spend the rest of the day in bed but they wanted him to try to get up tomorrow and if he was moving well, he’d get sprung on Friday.

They were all happy at that news but Ian and Chloe couldn’t stay all day so after they packed up the containers and Chloe’s cast masterpiece was duly admired they kissed him goodbye and departed, Ian promising to return around five with dinner.

Left on his own, Michael considered looking through his reading material or checking his email on his PDA but instead he pulled the sheet and blanket up and closed his eyes. Sleep was an important part of the recovery process and he intended to get back on his feet as quickly and safely as possible.

&&

Grant’s appearance around noon actually woke him up but Michael just brushed aside Grant’s apology.

“Really, it’s okay. I can nap later but Pieter said you were bringing food.”

Laughing, Grant put the foil wrapped sandwich down. “So you really only care about my cooking skills and I could just leave.”

“No I care about your cooking skills and you. So take a seat and tell me what’s been going on with you.” Michael said as he unwrapped the sandwich and breathed in the mixture of steak, onions and the cheesy sauce that Grant refused to disclose the recipe for.

Grant pulled the chair over. “I’m starting a new job next week. I’ll be teaching down at Wharton.”

“Ah ha! I knew something was up with all those mysterious meetings. So things didn’t work out at CHC?”

“Things were fine but I didn’t feel like I fit there. It was a step in the right direction since I enjoyed the teaching – I just didn’t like some of the other parts and I think I’ll like the teaching even more with students who are truly focused on business careers.”

“Wharton will definitely give you that and it’s a great campus. Did you take the job at CHC just for the pool privileges?”

“You’ve asked me that before and the answer is still no. The pool privileges were great but it was a good learning experience for me. I found out that I’d much rather teach than work at some corporation so my time at Chestnut Hill wasn’t a total waste. Dr. Fritz said my teaching experience gave me an edge over the other candidates.”

“Well I’m happy for you. Does this mean that you and Pieter will be sticking around Philadelphia for a while?”

“We expect to be here for several more years but we’re not sure about the long term. This whole two career thing is tricky.”

“Do you ever wish you were living in Australia?”

“I miss my folks but they’re coming to visit for Christmas along with Pieter’s parents for a little pre-wedding meeting on neutral territory.”

“That’s great that they’re coming here though and I’m looking forward to meeting your parents. Those flowers are from Pieter’s parents by the way.”

Grant got up and looked them over. “Very nice. So is the sandwich good?”

“Delicious, thank you. I think I’m eating better here than I am at home. Ian brought chocolate chip pancakes this morning.”

“I’m glad to see your appetite is back.”

“Yeah well now I need to go to the bathroom but I think I’m going to have to make due with a bedpan.” Michael said, his expression speaking for how he felt about that.

“Hang on a second and I’ll go check with the nurse.” Grant said as he headed for the door.

He came back three minutes later with Caron who gave him a look. “You really should go with the bed pan but Dr. Holtz said you could get up for a very short time if you wanted to try. Mr. Hackett said he’d give you a hand.”

“Well if Grant doesn’t mind, I’ll give it a shot. I’d also like to brush my teeth if I can manage it.”

“Then I’ll stay to supervise.”

It wasn’t easy but Michael did get upright and shuffled very carefully over the four feet into the bathroom with Grant’s help and Caron handing his IV stand. Once inside, he used the various hand holds to sit down while Grant and Caron waited nearby but with the door closed. He had just enough strength to brush and sit on the bed but Grant swung his legs up for him.

“Whew. Hey I made it. Thanks Grant.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Michael, do you want a sponge bath? I need to change your dressing and put ointment on the worst of your scrapes.”

“Yes please Caron. I feel all grungy.” Grant stood up as if to leave but Michael waved him back down. “Grant, you’ve seen it all anyway so you can stay if you want. I have a feeling I’m not going to be able to stand on decorum much over the next couple of months anyway.”

Caron went out to get the supplies and Grant slumped back down in his seat. “I have to say that you’ve got a pretty positive attitude going there.”

“I just keep reminding myself that it could have been a lot worse and so yeah, I’m hurt and I had an operation but neither was really that serious and I’ll get better soon. Some people don’t have that option.”

“That’s true.”

“And I intend to use this as a learning experience to help me understand what some of my patients have gone through. It’s one thing to tell a person to get off their ass and do their therapy but now I’m the one in that position so hopefully I’ll get some insight.”

“You’ve actually told a patient to get off their ass?”

“Not in exactly those words since I deal with kids but I don’t take excuses. The only way to get better is to do the work.”

“You are such a taskmaster! I’m shocked.”

Their conversation was interrupted by Caron’s return with her supplies and a big plastic pan filled with cards.

“Michael, I know you’re famous and all but we’ve gotten over two hundred arrangements for you. There were several with stuffed animals and balloons and those went down to the kids’ floor but I think there’s not a flower left in Chestnut Hill.”

“Ah gee. I really wish people wouldn’t do that.” Michael said. “There are better things they should spend their money on.”

“It’s one of those things people do Michael. They can’t visit so they send flowers. Can I look through your cards?”

“Go ahead. Man, I’m going to have to pay Chloe to catalog them so I can write thank you notes.” Michael said as Caron helped him sit up and take off the gown.

“So use your injury to get a discount from her.” Grant said. “Oh, you got flowers from the Blankenships.”

“Aw, that was nice of them.”

“And Dr. Tyree. Ha, she says that you’d better be all healed before January or she’s going to come over and take over your rehab.”

“That would be a kick in the pants. She’s the strictest PT on the floor and she gets all the trouble patients. Hey wait a minute is she suggesting that I’m going to be difficult?”

“She’s your boss, Michael and she probably knows you so yes, she probably is.” Grant replied making Caron snicker. “Ooh, Amanda and Brian sent flowers.”

“Did she mention anything about her trip back home?”

“No but since Brian’s name is on the card, either she didn’t kill him or she’s cleverly covering up her crime.”

“I’m sure she didn’t kill him although I sure wouldn’t want to take a woman who was eight months pregnant on a three thousand mile road trip.”

“Ouch.” Caron murmured as she applied ointment to Michael’s chest.

“Yeah that’s what we said but her doctor told her not to fly. Ow.”

“Sorry Michael. That one’s a little deeper than I thought it was.”

“Wow, Matt Lauer wants to interview you and Ian.”

“He does?”

“Yes. There’s a number in his card. You were all over the news last night by the way.”

“I was?”

“Yeah and so was Ian. They were playing the clips from the press conference this morning on all the channels, local and national.”

“You’re kidding. Wait, what press conference?”

“They had a little press conference here yesterday afternoon. The police, Dr. Clementine and Ian all said a few words. No one told you about it?”

“Nope.”

“There were reporters everywhere when I got off yesterday afternoon.” Caron said. “It was sort of exciting.”

“It’s more of a pain in the ass to be honest, Caron but I guess I know now why so many people sent stuff. I was wondering how the news got out so fast.”

“It’s definitely news and why are you surprised? You’ve got all those medals and your charming personality.”

Michael grabbed one of the sponges off of Caron’s tray and tossed it at Grant. “Don’t pick on me, I’m injured.”

“Ha, like that’s going to save you. Alex and Dasha sent flowers –aw, there’s a little note from Lana that if you’d brought Chloe to visit her after the Olympics, this wouldn’t have happened.”

“That’s funny. Chloe and Lana have been burning up their computers sending email back and forth so I guess we’re going to Russia eventually. I wish Alex was still living in Canberra though because I’m not too keen on going to Russia with the boys.”

“Then why don’t you invite the Popovs to visit here? They’ve only got two kids and they’re older and can travel more easily. Even better, Vladimir is getting to the age where they’re going to start looking for a college. You could invite them over next year and offer to have Lana stay while Alex, Dasha and Vlad go check out schools here.”

“That’s a great idea, Grant!”

“Okay Michael, you’re all done. Do you feel better?”

“I feel much better, thank you. Do you think I could change into the pajamas Ian brought me?”

“You sure can and now that your drip is done, I’ll even take your IV out. Mr. Hackett, would you mind giving us a hand again?”

Grant would and did, helping Michael stand up while Caron got the pants up and around his waist. Then he was back in bed, the IV was removed and gown removed, the shirt put on and he instantly felt more comfortable. Having the use of both of his hands again was nice too although now he felt pretty tired.

Caron gathered her supplies and left and that seemed to be a signal for Grant. “Well, you need your rest and Ian will be by in a couple of hours. Do you need anything from home?”

“Nah, I’m fine but would you do me a favor and take those cards with you? I’ll look at them over the weekend.”

“Will do. Now close your eyes and go to sleep.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

&&

Ian’s next visitors were quite a surprise. He woke up to see his mother and father sitting on the visitors’ chairs and chatting with each other in quiet tones.

“Mom? Dad? What are you guys doing here?”

“Fred and I got to talking at the hospital while we were visiting Whitney and the twins and we decided you needed a visit too. How are you doing? Are they taking good care of you?”

“I’m doing fine, Mom but you guys really didn’t have to come all this way.”

“Of course we did. We’re still your parents. I see that Chloe’s already been here.” Debbie said, nodding at his cast.

“Yeah, she and Ian came by with breakfast for me. Grant brought lunch and Ian will be back in a while with dinner. So how are Whitney and the new babies?”

“Oh they’re fine. Whitney’s exhausted of course but she’s thrilled. Aidan and Heath are just adorable. Do you want to see a picture?”

“Of course!”

Debbie pulled out a small stack of photos and got up to lean on the bed while Michael looked through them, oohing and aahing over his nephews (although he didn’t think they were as cute as Robbie, Liam, Jamey and Harry had been). He was also wondering if his dad was ever going to speak.

“Dad, how does it feel to have two more grandkids?” Michael asked when Debbie paused for a breath.

“It’s great and I already did a little Christmas shopping last night. I have to tell you that there’s a lot more stuff for twins than there is for quads.”

“That wasn’t news to me, Dad.”

Michael chatted with his parents for a half hour until his mom decided he looked tired and said they’d better leave him to rest but that they intended to drop in on Ian and the kids. They both kissed him goodbye and once again he was alone so he immediately called home.

“Hello?”

“Hi baby.”

“Michael my love. What’s wrong?”

“With me? Nothing but Mom and Dad just left and they’re on the way over.”

“Ah so you’re acting as an early warning system? I appreciate the heads up so I can hide all of our bondage gear.”

“You’re welcome. Did you manage to get a nap? You sound less tired.”

“I got three hours of sleep right after we came home this morning. So what do you feel like eating for dinner?”

“Whatever you feel like fixing; I’m not going to be fussy.”

“Then I suppose lasagna would work?”

“Your lasagna? Yes it definitely would!”

“So did you manage to sleep?”

“I took a nap this morning and another this afternoon. By the way, if you look in my nightstand I bought a little anniversary present for you.”

“You bastard! Why are you telling me this when – and there’s the doorbell. You are so evil!”

“But you love me anyway. Go get the door baby and I’ll see you later.”

Michael hung up the phone with a big grin on his face. It was always nice when his timing worked out like that but he expected to pay for it later. Then again, he was injured so he’d have to play the sympathy card.

Ian appeared an hour later and set a paper bag on the tray table before leaning in to give Michael a kiss.

“That was very cruel of you.”

“I’m sorry but I couldn’t resist. How long did Mom and Dad stay?”

“They’re still there but since I had to run out and get your dinner, Mum and Dad are entertaining them. I hope you’re in the mood for sushi.”

“Sushi? But you said you made lasagna.” Michael said plaintively, finally noticing the Osaka logo on the bag.

Ian grinned and pulled out a Tupperware container and opened it to reveal a big hunk of his absolutely scrumptious twelve layer lasagna. “Sorry but I couldn’t resist a little payback.”

“You rat! I’m laying here in the hospital all pitiful like and you tease me about food?”

“Is it any crueler of you to tease me with a gift right before your parents get there?”

“Fair enough. Now hand me a fork, I haven’t eaten in hours!”

Ian dug a fork, two plastic cups and one very small bottle out of the bag. “I checked with Dr. Clementine and she said you could have little champagne with your dinner since it is our anniversary.”

He popped the cork and poured a half inch into both cups. He recorked the bottle and handed one of the cups to Michael before picking up the other one. “To you, Michael. Thank you for giving me the best eight years of my life.”

They both took a sip and Michael raised his glass. “And to you, Ian. For all the happy years we have before us.”

Their toasting done, Michael picked up his fork again. “So did you like your present?”

“I showed considerable restraint and didn’t open it but I did bring it down along with my present to you.”

“I’m so proud of you. So go ahead and open yours and I’ll open mine once I’m finished.”

“Oh goodie, I was hoping you’d say that.” Ian said, digging into the bag again to pull out a long slender elegantly wrapped box. “I love this paper. Where did you get it from?”

“The gift shop down the street.”

After a proper time spent admiring the gift wrap, Ian started to carefully peel the paper off.

“Babe, I have the whole rest of the roll of that paper. Open it already.”

“Okay.” Rip went the paper and Ian opened the box to see a blank piece of cardstock. “Paper? You gave me paper?”

“There’s writing on the other side.”

Ian picked up the card and flipped it over. “Michael, this is a card for the surrogacy place Grant and Pieter are going to use.”

“I know. We could use one of Chris’ eggs and my sperm with a surrogate this time.”

“I thought you wanted to wait a while.”

“Well a baby isn’t going to appear overnight and don’t think I didn’t notice how hard it was for you to put the boys’ infant clothes away. You’re really ready for another baby, aren’t you?”

Ian sat down on the chair, his fingers working the card. “I know it’s crazy but I really am.”

“Why is it crazy? You want what you want.”

“But we already have five children and as you pointed out, we have a couple of years of diapering to go. Did you change your mind because of me?”

“I didn’t change my mind but I got to thinking about it. I’ll be home more so I won’t feel so guilty about you doing all the work. We already have a big gap between Chloe and the boys so do we really want another big gap between the boys and their sister or brother? Also, does either one of us want to get done with diapering the boys and then have to turn around and do it all over again?”

“Hm. Well I’m not going to argue with you over this but I do have a question. How many children are we going to have?”

“I have no idea but I suspect we’ll know when we get there.”

“I like that answer.” Ian said with a grin.

“I know this wasn’t much of a present but I didn’t have time for shopping this year and although I really did try to steal your key fob, you’re just too organized to believe you lost it.”

“I love my present so don’t you bad mouth it. Why do you want my key fob?”

“Well I always intended to add your medals from Beijing on there and now you need little gems for the kids.”

“I will happily hand it over once you’re on your feet. Speaking of that, we’re moving to the first floor until you can handle the stairs.”

“You’re kicking your own parents out onto the streets?”

“Ha ha funny boy. No, they’re moving down to the basement a little earlier than planned and they were already doing it before I could ask. I moved some of our things down there this afternoon so we’ll be already when you get home.”

“That’s nice but uh, did you move our bed down?”

“There’s already a perfectly serviceable bed in there.”

“Uh yeah. The bed your parents have been sleeping and doing other things on. I may be in a cast but do you want sex to be completely out of- Ian, where are you going?”

Ian had gotten up and was already opening the door. “I’m going to go ask for some rubbing alcohol so I can scrub my brain out then I’m going home and moving our mattresses downstairs. I’ll be back in a few.”

Michael laid there speechless for a couple of minutes, expecting that Ian would come right back in any second but as the minutes passed and there was no Ian, he sat back against the pillows. Hm, maybe he should have just kept his mouth shut about the bed.

Ian returned in exactly seven minutes, carrying a medium sized gift bag. “I’m back.”

“That was quick.”

“Well I realized I forgot your present down in the car. You didn’t really think I was going home, did you?”

“I wasn’t sure. Sorry about the parent thing.”

“You do have a point and I’ll take care of it. Here’s your gift. It’s nothing much but it might help keep you occupied while you’re off your feet.”

Michael took the bag with a wary look and reached in to discover several skeins of yarn and new knitting needles. “You got me knitting stuff?”

“Yes. You said you tried it and I’m quite disappointed that the scarf you made didn’t work out because I would love to wear something you made for me. There’s a DVD and a book in there too.”

“Well thank you Ian. This is a very nice present and I like the yarn colors, they’ll look great with your winter coat. Oh, maybe I could mittens too.”

“I’m not big on mittens, Michael.”

“I meant for the boys, with those long strings so they don’t lose them. Oh man, I just realized that I have no choice but to get better really fast. I was going to go sledding the first decent snowfall.”

“With the boys?”

“Not this year. Hey, did you know that Pieter and Grant’s parents are coming for the holidays?”

“No I did not. Oh, is this the meeting of the parents thing?”

“Yeah. Grant didn’t go into it in detail but I hope they’re around for our open house party; I think it would be nice for them to meet some of Grant and Pieter’s friends here.”

“That is a lovely thought. By the way, I called the Valley Green Inn and booked their private room for the parents’ dinner. Now that we’re on the first floor, we won’t have the room for the tables.”

“Ah so we bought a new couch for no reason?”

“We needed new furniture but now we can put off painting until the kitchen project.”

“All right I give. Now come down here and give me a kiss.”

It wasn’t a thoroughly satisfying kiss since Ian would not sit on the bed for fear of causing Michael discomfort but they enjoyed it nonetheless. Michael ran his hand down Ian’s cheek and snuffed the combined aroma of Ian, soap and baby powder.

“I love you, Ian.”

“And I love you, Michael.”

&&

The second night in the hospital wasn’t much fun for Michael since he’d slept most of the day and they’d both agreed that Ian needed to be home with the children. At eight pm, Michael was considering getting up all by himself just to have something to do but his wiser side prevailed and he pushed the call button.

“Hi Michael, what’s up?” Michelle, the second shift nurse, asked.

“Sorry to bother you but would you mind putting this DVD in for me?” Michael asked, holding up the case.

“No problem.” She said as she took it. “Oh, you’re interested in knitting?”

“Yeah, a friend was showing me but then those pesky Olympics happened before I could get the hang of purling.”

“Well Janice over in maternity is an ace knitter. She can whip out a baby blanket in a couple of shifts. Let me know if the DVD doesn’t help and I’ll ask her to pop over on her break.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Are you kidding? She loves passing on the craft and it’ll stop her from trying to teach me.”

“Oh, so I’m a sacrifice?”

“You got it. Do you have the remote over there?”

“Yep. Thanks, Michelle.”

“My pleasure and don’t hesitate to buzz if you need anything.”

“I will.”

The video was pretty informative and he watched the first fifteen minutes, covering the basic steps, a couple of times while he wound the yarn into balls then picked up his needles to try it out. He thought he was doing pretty good but had to watch the purling part several times before he caught on. A few hours later he’d knitted through one ball of yarn but had to stop because he was tired and he also couldn’t figure out how to get the next ball knitted in.

Michelle stopped by at eleven to introduce him to Kate, the nurse on duty overnight and to replace his urinal. He’d been trying to keep up his hydration level and it was easier using the urinal but he was going to be so glad when he could stand up to pee again.

By eleven thirty, he set aside his knitting and turned off the light. Tomorrow he’d be allowed to walk around a little and maybe he could convince his doctors that a shower would be beneficial to everyone.

&&

“Well Michael, I think you’re coming along well.” Dr. Clementine said as she examined him. “Any strange pains or other problems?”

“Nope. Does this mean I get to walk around today?”

“Yes it does but take it easy. Only to the bathroom this morning and give the hall a try after lunch. Don’t overdo it though. If you get really antsy later, stick with the wheelchair.”

“Would it be possible to take a shower?”

“I don’t want you alone in there and you’ll have to be really careful but I don’t see why not. I’ll tell Caron to bring in some supplies to wrap up all the important bits but wait until your husband or one of your friends comes; I think you’d rather have them help than the nurses.”

“Thanks, I would and thanks also for stopping by so early.”

“Not a problem. Have good day and I’ll stop in to see you tonight.”

Michael looked at the clock as she left and realized it was only seven and too early for Ian and Chloe to visit so he turned on the TV to see what had been going on in the rest of the world.

Ten minutes later he was shaking his head. Eh. Same old same old. He picked up the remote to find some cartoons when the newscaster mentioned his name.

“And now an update on our local Olympic hero, Michael Phelps. After being struck by a car on Tuesday while saving elderly woman from injury, Phelps underwent an emergency appendectomy late Tuesday night. His agent, Tim Carlisle, released a statement last night that Phelps is likely to be released from Chestnut Hill Hospital on Friday. Channel Seven has obtained this exclusive interview with Mrs. Delaphine Tompkins.”

The scene switched to the living room and a gently aged face that was smiling brightly. The shot captured how tiny Mrs. Tompkins was and Michael was very glad she looked unhurt.

“That Michael Phelps is such a wonderful boy! I was so frightened when I saw the tail end of that car heading towards me and then there he came out of nowhere. He just shuffled me over so gently and then the car hit him. I can’t believe he did that. He doesn’t know me from Adam and he just rushed over from across the road. I’ve never seen anyone so brave. If I ever see him again, I’m going to have to make him one of my special apple pies because I’ve heard he’s a big eater.”

The newscaster appeared again and chuckled. “That was Mrs. Delaphine Tompkins of Germantown. Mayor Rachel Burrell released a statement late yesterday that commended Phelps’ quick action and said that plans are already in the works to honor the Olympian. Stay tuned to Channel 7 for more news on this story as it develops.”

Michael shook his head again and switched over to cartoons. Oh geeze he was never going to hear the end of it now but then he could put up with a lot for home made apple pie.

At eight twenty Chloe zipped through the door and was at Michael’s bedside in the next second. “Hi Daddy!”

“Hi Chloe!”

“Papa’s coming but he’s kind of upset about something.”

“What? Did something happen at home?”

“No. I don’t know what’s wrong but he’s got that little squiggly line between his eyebrows.”

“Ack. Okay thanks for the warning.”

Chloe dashed back to the door and opened it, sticking her head out and then opening the door wide so Ian can enter. Although the rest of the world probably wouldn’t be able to tell, Michael spotted the signs that all was not right in Ian’s world. From the squiggly line to set of his shoulders to tightened edge of his jaw, it was all there.

“Hi Baby. How are you today?”

“I’m fine.” Ian answered shortly. “How are you?”

“Um. Good. Dr. Clem said I could get a shower today and then do a little walking this afternoon. Are you up to helping me?”

“Of course I’ll help you. I hope you’re hungry; we brought you a ham and cheese omelet and some hash browns, applesauce and French toast.” Ian said as he put the containers down on the tray table with some force.

Michael reached out and took a hold of Ian’s wrist. “What’s wrong?”

Ian struggled for a second to not speak but he wasn’t one to hold himself back. “Michael how could you? You *ran* across the street? Didn’t you stop to think what could have happened to you? To me? To the children?” Ian asked half in anger half in bewilderment.

“Whoa!”

“Don’t you know how much we need you? What were you thinking?”

“Ian. Wait. I really don’t remember running anywhere. All I saw was that someone who was going to get hurt and I couldn’t stop myself.”

“And the fact that you’re a father and a husband didn’t occur to you?”

“I didn’t think I’d get hurt. Ian, what kind of person would I be if I just stood there?”

Ian took a deep breath and put the fork he was holding down on the table. “I need to take a walk. I’ll be back in a few minutes. Don’t forget to eat your breakfast, you need the calories.”

Michael and Chloe watched as Ian exited the room and then Chloe reached over and picked up the fork, handing it to Michael.

“Papa’s right. You need to eat.”

Taking the utensil, Michael poked at his food for a few minutes before looking at his daughter. “I’m sorry. You know Papa’s not really mad at me, right?”

“He sounded pretty mad.” Chloe remarked as she stole a bit of potato. “Daddy, why did you do that?”

“Well let’s say you were standing in the front yard and one of your brothers ran into the street and there was a car coming. Wouldn’t you run out to get him even if the car might hit you?”

Chloe thought about it for a few minutes while Michael took a couple of bites of food. “I guess I would but you and Papa wouldn’t let the boys play in the front yard.”

“No we wouldn’t but what if it was Amanda who ran out to get a ball or one of the kids at school who didn’t look before they crossed the street? It’s sort of like that.”

“But you didn’t know that lady.”

“I know but kiddo, she’s a very small old lady. When people get older, they get more delicate and if they fall or get hit by a car, they can be seriously injured. Since I always tell you the truth, no I didn’t stop to think about you or Papa or the boys. I figured I’d be okay and despite the leg and operation, I am going to be okay.”

“Would you do it again if you knew you’d be in the hospital and Papa would be so upset?”

“I don’t know. If I knew I’d be here instead Mrs. Tompkins then I’d have to say I would do it again.”

Chloe nodded slowly. “The man on TV last night said you were a hero.”

“I wouldn’t call it that, sweetie. To me, heroes are people who become police officers or fight fires or join the military; you know the dangerous stuff.”

“What you did was dangerous.”

“I guess I just didn’t see it as dangerous at the time.” Michael looked down and realized he’d finished his breakfast and started gathering up the containers. “I think I owe Papa an apology.”

&&

Ian went down the stairs to front entry of the hospital and started walking around, trying to calm himself. He really hadn’t meant to go off on Michael like that, especially in front of Chloe but the thought that Michael run over like that just really ticked him off. He walked faster and grumbled about how stupid that move had been.

On his second lap, he slowed down as he remembered the brief glimpse he’d gotten of Mrs. Tompkins. She looked pretty spry for her age but probably wasn’t even five foot tall. Add in the stooped shoulders and the frailness and yes, she probably would have been seriously injured if the hit was hard enough to knock Michael down.

He considered the question Michael asked and under the circumstances he hoped he’d have made that split second decision and risked his own skin for a stranger but at this point it was hard to say. Michael couldn’t have predicted a broken leg and a wonky appendix either. Well damn. Ian sighed and started back towards Michael’s room, working on the wording of his apology.

When he got back, he was surprised to see Michael sitting all alone and looked at his watch. “I wasn’t gone that long was I? Where did Chloe go?”

“Caron took her on a tour. Ian, I’m so sorry.”

“For what love? For trying to help someone who couldn’t help herself?”

Michael blinked and looked at Ian. “I thought you were mad at me.”

“I rethought the situation and I realized I was focusing my anger on the wrong person. You didn’t cause the accident Michael. And if you’d just stood there, you wouldn’t be the person I fell in love with. I’m sorry I yelled at you. Was Chloe upset?”

“A little but we had a little talk. I’m sorry that I put you through all this.”

Ian dipped his head and kissed Michael on the forehead. “Since make up sex is out of the question at the moment, did you say something earlier about getting a shower?”

“Yeah. Caron put all the stuff next to the nightstand.”

Ian found the pan that contained a big plastic trash bag, a roll of duct tape and another roll of clear medical tape. “Okay, I get the bag and the duct tape; that’s for your cast. The other tape is for your operation site?”

“Yeah and my head. We’re supposed to ring Caron when we’re done and she’ll change the dressing.”

“All right. Let’s do this and see how it goes.”

Ian worked efficiently and quickly got the bag taped on and the various spots covered. He helped Michael up and gave him a steady hand to help on the hobble to the bathroom. Once inside, it took some doing to get the jammies off but soon Michael was sitting on the fold down seat and enjoying the spray of water. Ian gave him the shampoo, conditioner and soap at the proper intervals and then helped him dry off.

Michael got a few minutes alone to take care of other business while Ian pulled out fresh jammies and then helped hold him up while he brushed his teeth. The trip back into bed left him a little shaky and Michael was glad to be lying down again.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it? You know your dad suggested renting one of those little motorized chair things for a couple of weeks. How do you feel about that?”

“I guess it would be okay but I’d feel like an invalid.”

“Well I wouldn’t let you use it all the time but you’re tired from just this little bit of activity and it’s going to take a while for you to regain your stamina. I think it would be helpful if you had it around, just so you aren’t stuck in bed or on the couch.”

“How much would the rental be?”

“A couple of hundred a week which seems pretty steep but the model I looked at was very slick and comfy. It will also fit on the minibus, has a place for your crutches and pretty zippy.”

“So it’s already waiting for me at home?” Michael asked with a grin.

“Well yes. You know how I am with these things. It seemed like the best solution.”

“Then I’m okay with it. Hey, why don’t you sit over here on my left side and kiss something other than my forehead?”

“Are you sure it won’t hurt you?” Ian asked as he gingerly perched on the edge of the mattress.

Michael’s response was to put his hand on Ian’s neck and draw him forward. “My sparkling cleanliness and minty freshness are going to waste here.”

They were halfway through their fifth or sixth kiss when Chloe came back in with Caron.

“Papa, should you really be doing that to Daddy when he’s sick?”

Ian quickly stood up and fussed with his shirt. “Your father made me do it.”

“Oh sure, blame the guy who can’t even get up by himself. I was just sitting here helpless when,” Michael stopped and looked at his daughter who was staring at them and decided to change the subject. “You know, you could be the first swimming nun.”

“Daddy! I’m not going to be a nun!”

Caron was trying not to laugh at them as she checked out Michael’s cast and abdomen. “How did the shower go?”

“It went great. I feel all squeaky clean.”

Ian snorted at that and busied himself putting away the containers and straightening Michael’s blanket.

“Okay.” Caron said slowly. “Looks like you made it through without permanent damage. They’re coming after lunch to fit you with crutches and we’ll take whirl around the floor this afternoon. Ian, nice job on the taping; there’s not a speck of wet.”

“Thank you Caron. Chloe, we’ve got to get back to the house. Michael, behave yourself and I’ll be back around two to help with your walk.” Ian said as he leaned down to give Michael a chaste peck on the lips.

“Thank you for the tour, Miss Caron.” Chloe said politely after she kissed Michael goodbye.

Michael sighed when the door closed behind them. “Well darn.”

“Chloe is such a wonderful girl. You must be very proud of her.” Caron said as she

“We are and thank you. For the compliment and showing her around.”

“My pleasure. Do you want water or juice to drink?”

“Water when you have time. I think I’m going take a nap.” Michael said, holding his hand over his mouth while he yawned.

“That shower took more out of you than you expected, didn’t it?”

“Uh huh.”

&&

August 31, 2012 Philadelphia, PA

Ian puttered around Michael’s room as he waited for Michael to come back from X-ray. Not that Michael really needed another X-ray but the first set had vanished somewhere in the bowels of the hospital (or was pilfered to be stolen on eBay, Ian had few illusions on that point) and Dr. Clementine wanted to make sure Michael’s file was complete before he was released.

As he gathered up Michael’s belongings, he was amazed at the amount of stuff that had accumulated in just a few short days and thought he’d been pretty smart to bring down a larger suitcase along. He’d just finished checking under the bed and in the bathroom when Caron opened the door and an orderly pushed Michael’s wheelchair in.

“Thanks for the ride, Tony.”

“No problem Doc.”

Caron patted Michael’s shoulder and told them she’d be back in a couple of minutes leaving them alone for the first time since Ian had arrived at ten thirty.

“Hey Ian, thanks for packing up all my stuff. Did you get the disk out of the DVD player? I don’t want to leave that behind.”

“No I did not.” Ian said as he reached up. “Ah, the knitting lesson. Was the program helpful?”

“Yep. I’ve almost got a scarf finished and Janice from maternity stopped by last night to show me how to finish it off.” Michael said as he wheeled over to the nightstand and took out the yard and needles from the drawer. “See?”

“Oh yes. That’s very nice. Shall I put it in the suitcase?”

“Please.”

“And did Caron mention what else they were going to do to delay releasing you?”

“Nope. We’re waiting for Dr. Clementine and she said she’d be up in fifteen minutes which in doctor speak means, an hour or two.”

“Gasp, I can’t believe you’re selling out your medical brethren like that.”

“It’s not selling out if I’m disclosing super secret info to my spouse. It was in the handbook.”

“Either way, I hope it happens soon. You’ll miss the boys before they go down for their nap.”

Dr. Clementine strode in with Tony and a clerk type person a moment later and within ten minutes, Michael had his prescriptions in hand, had signed off on more papers than he wanted to think about and Tony was getting him ready to be rolled downstairs. Ian left as soon as he was sure Michael was actually being released to take the crutches and suitcase down and bring around the car. The transition from wheelchair to vehicle was a little tricky and Michael ended up sitting in the middle seat with his leg stretched off to the side.

“All right, do you mind if we drop off your prescriptions at the drug store?”

“Sure. I’m just glad to be outside again. Going around the hospital last night was fun but I was still in the hospital.”

“Yes, Mum and Dad told me about your walkabout or rather, wheel about. That was kind of you to go by and visit the children’s ward.”

“It was fun meeting them and I needed to get out of that room.”

Ian pulled in to the drop off window and took care of the errand before turning the car for home. “I hope you’re hungry; Mum put a brisket in at five this morning and we’re having it for lunch with roasted potatoes and glazed carrots. Mum’s worried that you’ve not been eating enough.”

“Ooh, what a great thing to go home to. I love Margaret’s brisket.”

“As much as you love me?”

“Of course not but you’d better stop there as the kids might not win this one.”

“Duly noted. Now Michael, when I stop the car I want you to promise me that you won’t go jumping out and running inside. We’re going to take this slowly and carefully.”

“I promise. My jumping and running activities are on hold until the cast is off.”

“Good boy.”

While Michael barked in response to Ian’s comment, Ian pulled into the garage, shut off the car and opened his door. He opened the back hatch and got out the crutches before opening the door for Michael.

“Do you want to sit in the kitchen, on the couch or go into our temporary bedroom?”

“Can I eat on the couch? Wait, has the new couch gotten here yet?”

“No it won’t come until next week so the couch it is.”

Getting from the garage entry through the kitchen and into the family room was easier said than done thanks to Michael not quite having the hang of using crutches around objects and the dogs’ ecstatic greetings. Ian finally took the dogs into the playroom so Michael could hobble along unimpeded and then helped him lever down onto the couch.

Ian got a pillow and propped Michael’s leg then went back over to the playroom gate where the sounds of boys and dogs were getting louder. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah, let ‘em loose.”

The next ten minutes was spent petting the dogs, kissing the boys and greeting Gail through the mayhem. Chloe, Margaret and Ken joined them a few minutes later. At some point, Michael just went quiet and leaned back against the cushions, truly happy to be home with his family again even as Gail stopped Liam from escaping into the kitchen, Chloe reached over and rescued Gizmo from Jamey’s attentions and Ian hauled Robbie down from his attempt to scale Mt Bookcase.

“Da!” Harry said in front of him, holding out a ball.

“Aw, is this for me? Do you want me to roll it for you?”

“No!”

Harry turned around and waddled back into the playroom and emerged with book which he handed to Michael.

“Wow, the boys are really moving well aren’t they?” Michael asked as he took the block Harry brought out on his next trip.

“What was your first clue?” Ian asked dryly as he pulled Jamey out from under the ottoman he’d tried to crawl under.

“Michael dear, I hope you’re hungry.” Margaret announced as she walking in from the kitchen with a lap tray piled with food. She deftly wound her way around Chloe and Liam’s block building project and set the tray down on Michael’s lap. “What would you like to drink?”

“Milk if we have any or water.”

“I’m sure we have milk. Go ahead and start eating and I’ll be right back, you poor thing.”

Michael wiggled his toes and reached down to pick up the huge sandwich with all the fixings and was about to take a bite when he became aware that there were four little bodies lined up in front of him, staring at him with identical expressions, as if they couldn’t believe he was going to eat all that and not offer them some.

“Aw boys. Are you hungry? Do you want some carrots?”

“Rots!” Jamey yelled but Ian was ready for them.

“Boys, let’s go into the kitchen and you can have some carrots in your chairs.”

You would have thought Ian had suggested he was going to take them outside and leave them tied to a tree from the reaction he got but Ian was resolute. There would be no eating of carrots or any other food by the boys in any room aside from the kitchen.

Ken and Gail gave him a hand rounding up the boys and Michael was sad until Ian came out of the kitchen with a plate of his own and two glasses of milk. He made a seat for himself at the end of the couch near Michael’s feet and passed over one of the glasses.

“So are you happy to be home?”

“Oh yeah. I missed all this.”

“I want you to know that the boys had lunch but you know how they are with the siren call of carrots.”

“And basically other type of food. Yeah, I figured you had but they are part Phelps after all.”

“So our grocery bills inform me. Actually, they’ve been a bit peckish while you were away. Jamey actually refused peaches and bananas last night.”

“Say it ain’t so.”

“It is. I think they missed you and they definitely missed their bedtime song. I just can’t sing it the way you do.”

“The tape didn’t help?”

“Only after the fifth playing.”

“Sorry Baby. How late were you up last night?”

“I went to bed around ten.” Ian said as he finished up his considerably smaller sandwich. “Now you’d better finish that or Mum’s going to feed you again.”

&&

In bed that night, Ian snuggled up to Michael’s back and kissed his neck. “Are you comfortable?”

“Yeah. I just hope I don’t roll over and bash you with the cast.”

“You won’t. Now close your eyes and go to sleep, you’ve had a busy day.”

“I’ll bet yours was busier.”

“Michael, go to sleep already.”

“All right.”

Five minutes later, Ian sat up and leaned over until his lips met Michael’s. “I’m so glad you’re home.”

“Me too baby, me too.”
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