When she found Andrew, he was talking with a surgeon.
"Andrew... how is he? How's my grandson?"
"I'll talk to you later Robert, thanks."
"How is he, Andrew."
"He's going to be fine, Stella. He has a mild concussion, broken left wrist, and sprained ankle. Several bumps and bruises, all superficial. I guess you can say... David saved him, by acting as his landing bag."
"Thank God. I mean that he's... not that... oh...so he can go home?"
"Yeah. They said they would be releasing him in an few hours."
Whether it was the relief of knowing MJ was okay, or just the moment. Stella leaned into Andrew's chest, as he held her close. Trying to keep himself from loving her, he closed his eyes, and prayed for strength.
"Are you okay now, Stella?"
Looking up into Andrew's eyes, their gazes locked, held, explored. Then as Andrew leaned down towards her lips, he softly caressed her cheek and as she leaned up, he placed a sweet tender kiss upon her warm lips. Breaking apart, neither of them ran this time, they just held each other trying to slow their hearts. Then in the barest of whispers, Stella said...
"What are we going to do about us, Andrew?"
"Nothing Stella. At this time, nothing. We are not doing anything wrong. Yes, we have feelings for each other. Feelings which we don't know ,will lead us. With one step at a time, we will eventually figure it out. To upset our families with something we don't even know how to describe. Would just bring everyone needless worry, and pain."
"I know Andrew. But what if we are falling in love with each other. How do I deal with explaining it to Mac?"
"You don't deal, Stella. We deal. You and I together. When we both decide what we are feeling is in fact love. Neither one of us are into adultery. Never would I ask you to love me like that. You and Mac are in a sacred relationship. I respect that more then anything. So let's just let see what happens along the way, Stella. Time will tell us all, where we are meant to be."
"Thank you. Thank you for understanding."
"Always, Stella. One step at time, we will figure it out."
Knowing the decision was made. Andrew gave Stella a sweet kiss on her cheek, as they walked back down to their families.
"What did you find out, Daddy?"
"He's going to be fine love. You can go see him. He's got some bumps, bruises, broken wrist, sprained ankle, and mild concussion. But he can go home in a few hours."
Walking down the hall, Melina walked into MJ's room. Nearing the bed, she
softly let out a cry. Opening his eyes, he seen her fear, her worry.
"Come here, my lady. Don't cry. I'm fine."
Climbing in beside him, she carefully held him close.
"I thought I lost you, my knight. I thought... I would have to raise our children on our own. I never want to feel that kind of emptiness, again."
"Shh... it's okay, my lady. I promise never to leave you, or our children behind. I love you."
Kissing her eyes, her cheek, her sweet lips, they went deeper. As Melina leaned onto her husband with her swollen tummy, their children kicked.
Breaking the kiss, MJ caressed his children, whispering to them, that he was okay. That they could rest easy. For all had become at peace again.
At least for a little while...