All Chapters of The Siren Song Series: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Unfortunately for me, the plan Piper and I came up with, using Ralph for guidance, keeps my time accounted for...all of it. Instead of sitting at home, I now accompany Piper to work, along with Phoenix. Dax drags me around the facility forcing me to do things out of my comfort zone; everyone alternates taking me to physical therapy and doctors' appointments, and I fill my time doing mundane work no one else has time to do. As much as I hate people treating me like I need a babysitter, having Dax around to do the therapy with makes it bearable. Not enjoyable, but I'm getting it done. I've noticed a huge improvement in my hand strength and my ability to walk in the two weeks he's been working with me. He'd make a great personal trainer if he decides to go into a new field.My physical therapist at the center has noticed the improvement as well. We, Piper and I, decided against telling my doctors about my faux pas for fear of losing my acceptance in the program and instead opted to make

Admittedly, I'm not looking forward to the girl-time this weekend. It's not that I don't love my friends. I do, but for the first time in ages, I was anticipating time with my husband. Kissing him goodbye, I go to Cam's house early to talk to her about the loan for the Aid.I park in the circular driveway. I step out of the car and find myself standing at their front door. She and Dax live in a beautiful old farmhouse he restored years ago. I'm in awe of it every time I come by. I love the sound my knock makes on the solid wood. Dax opens the door, no shirt, jeans hung low on his hips, obviously commando, no socks, no shoes. I blush. Heavily. I should not be attracted to my husband's brother and my best friend's fiancé, but he's as beautiful as Moby was prior to the stroke. This family has amazing genes. Brooks and Landis are equally gorgeous in their own right.He swings the door wide, raising his arm to allow me to duck under it as he issues his greeting, "Hey, Pipes. You're e

It's a lonely weekend without Piper home. We did the tuxedo thing yesterday afternoon and went out to a bar last night, but when a litany of medications prevents you from drinking, it's just not enjoyable watching your friends get hammered.I've been sitting here with Phoenix all day, getting up as much as possible to take him out, play in the yard, and for short walks, but for some reason, every joint in my body hurts. It hurts to sit; it hurts to stand; it hurts to walk. I tried a hot bath, I've taken Tylenol since I can't take anything else with all the other medications and blood pressure issues, I've tried massaging the aches away, but I can't escape pain. The last thing I want is Piper to come home to me on the couch, with nothing done, but I'm literally finding movement difficult. Nothing eases the pain and stiffness in my joints. I had all these grandiose plans to try to get some housework and laundry done. I wanted to start dinner. It was important to me she come home and

"Moby," I hear someone calling my name, but they're so far away I don't recognize it."Moby." Their insistence is beginning to irritate me. There's more than one voice, but I'm unable to distinguish who they belong to over the hum of the television. The fingers on my face smell like the lavender soap in the bathroom. When they pry my eyes open, there stands a blurry Dax, with Brooks and Landis in the background. Unable to focus on them, they allow my lids to close, or maybe it was my inability to communicate with them. Inability or unwillingness, I'm unsure which.Floating in and out of awareness, I fight like hell to regain my bearings when I hear Piper breaking down. I see her between the slits sobbing into her hands; my brother's arms are wrapped around her to keep her from sinking. Reaching toward her in an effort to comfort her, I start to fall. "Whoa, Moby. Just stay still. The paramedics are on the way." My oldest brother. Always taking care of everyone else. "Piper's

I pull the chair close to Moby's bed, prepared to have the most difficult conversation of my life. I've talked at length with my Fish and Dax and feel I have no other alternatives.Taking his hand in mine, I watch him search my face. I wish I thought he had no idea what's coming, but I know he knows I can't continue when he's not doing his part. "Moby, I've spent the last few days thinking about what the doctors have said. How different things could've been if you had only followed their instructions. I think about the amount of money we've wasted on specialists and the pain you've unknowingly inflicted on yourself by your simple refusal to do what you're told by licensed professionals."You promised me when you came clean about not doing the rehabilitation work your lies and misrepresentation were over. You committed to doing things the right way, exactly as prescribed. Whether that was exercising or taking medication, you promised me you would do it.""I have done it. You've