landing.
Chapter Seventeen
June
I screamed as I spotted the chi ldren running toward our path—and Tucker. “Tucker! Look out!” I yelled, but it was too late for him to avoid them. He jerked his bike hard and the next thing I saw was Tucker and his bike sailing into the air. My heart stopped at the sound of his crashing to the ground. I jumped off of my bike and ran to him.
“Tucker!” I knelt by him and grabbed his hand. He had hit his head on the huge rock behind the park bench he had flipped over, and he was unconscious. I gently took off his helmet to check him out. There was no blood, thank God.
Someone approached me and handed me a wet towel, which I then carefully rubbed against his face and forehead.
“Tucker, honey, can you hear me?” I was getting more worried by the minute. He wasn’t waking up.
Finally, after a few more minutes of torture, he began to stir.
I let out a deep sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God you’re awake. Tucker, can you hear me?” I asked as he appeared groggy and unfocused.
“I-I think so,” he responded, but he was still groggy.
“Just sit still a minute.” I helped him to a sitting position and he took a minute to adjust. “What happened?”
“You jerked your bike to avoid hitting those kids and flipped your bike over that bench. You hit your head on this rock. Thank God you had on a helmet.”
“Yeah,” he agreed as he tried to stand.
I grabbed hold of his waist and helped him to his feet. “I think I better take you to the hospital to have you checked out. He didn’t argue.
I sat in the waiting room and had a strange sense of déjà vu as I waited for Tucker to be examined. The longer I waited, the more anxious I became. I stood and paced, feeling a slight sweat begin to form on my lip and the back of my neck. He just had to be okay. I didn’t know what I would’ve done if something serious had happened to him. Not now. We had just found each other.
Before my thoughts could get too carried away, Tucker exited the door and approached. He shrugged. “I’m fine. I have a concussion, that’s it.”
“That’s it! That can be serious, Tucker.”
He smiled and rubbed his hand gently along my cheek. “It’s sweet that you’re worried about me.”
“I’m serious, Tucker. What did the doctor say?”
“He told me to take it easy for a few days and to let him know if I had any symptoms like persistent headache, nausea, or vomiting.”
“Do you feel okay now?” I asked, taking his hand in mine.
He studied our hands looped together and said, “I do now. Oh, and he said I needed lots and lots of kisses.”
I rolled my eyes and playfully bumped his shoulder with mine as I tugged him toward the exit doors.
The next day, I sent a text to Tucker, checking in on him to see how he was doing. He responded with ‘I’m fine, but missing you’. This brought a smile to my face. He was such a special man. I suddenly wondered why I had been so reluctant to fall in love in the first place. It was such an amazing sensation. I felt like I could climb Mount Everest without any oxygen at all.
Later that morning, I went upstairs to work on my latest painting. I was branching off from my usual scenes and was working on another scene that had been holding my mind captive for over twenty-four hours. It was the scene of Tucker on his bike as he sped past me. He glanced back at me and smiled his amazingly adorable smile, with that nose scrunched. It had freeze-framed in my thoughts and I was able to paint it the way my mind recalled it.
I was interrupted by a knock at the door. I peered out the window and Tucker backed off the porch and waved up at me. “Tucker!” I said to myself as I practically dropped my paintbrush and bolted from the room and down the stairs to the door.
I calmed myself as I squeezed the doorknob and gently opened the door. “Tucker. What are you doing here? It’s in the middle of the
Chapter Seventeen
June
I screamed as I spotted the chi ldren running toward our path—and Tucker. “Tucker! Look out!” I yelled, but it was too late for him to avoid them. He jerked his bike hard and the next thing I saw was Tucker and his bike sailing into the air. My heart stopped at the sound of his crashing to the ground. I jumped off of my bike and ran to him.
“Tucker!” I knelt by him and grabbed his hand. He had hit his head on the huge rock behind the park bench he had flipped over, and he was unconscious. I gently took off his helmet to check him out. There was no blood, thank God.
Someone approached me and handed me a wet towel, which I then carefully rubbed against his face and forehead.
“Tucker, honey, can you hear me?” I was getting more worried by the minute. He wasn’t waking up.
Finally, after a few more minutes of torture, he began to stir.
I let out a deep sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God you’re awake. Tucker, can you hear me?” I asked as he appeared groggy and unfocused.
“I-I think so,” he responded, but he was still groggy.
“Just sit still a minute.” I helped him to a sitting position and he took a minute to adjust. “What happened?”
“You jerked your bike to avoid hitting those kids and flipped your bike over that bench. You hit your head on this rock. Thank God you had on a helmet.”
“Yeah,” he agreed as he tried to stand.
I grabbed hold of his waist and helped him to his feet. “I think I better take you to the hospital to have you checked out. He didn’t argue.
I sat in the waiting room and had a strange sense of déjà vu as I waited for Tucker to be examined. The longer I waited, the more anxious I became. I stood and paced, feeling a slight sweat begin to form on my lip and the back of my neck. He just had to be okay. I didn’t know what I would’ve done if something serious had happened to him. Not now. We had just found each other.
Before my thoughts could get too carried away, Tucker exited the door and approached. He shrugged. “I’m fine. I have a concussion, that’s it.”
“That’s it! That can be serious, Tucker.”
He smiled and rubbed his hand gently along my cheek. “It’s sweet that you’re worried about me.”
“I’m serious, Tucker. What did the doctor say?”
“He told me to take it easy for a few days and to let him know if I had any symptoms like persistent headache, nausea, or vomiting.”
“Do you feel okay now?” I asked, taking his hand in mine.
He studied our hands looped together and said, “I do now. Oh, and he said I needed lots and lots of kisses.”
I rolled my eyes and playfully bumped his shoulder with mine as I tugged him toward the exit doors.
The next day, I sent a text to Tucker, checking in on him to see how he was doing. He responded with ‘I’m fine, but missing you’. This brought a smile to my face. He was such a special man. I suddenly wondered why I had been so reluctant to fall in love in the first place. It was such an amazing sensation. I felt like I could climb Mount Everest without any oxygen at all.
Later that morning, I went upstairs to work on my latest painting. I was branching off from my usual scenes and was working on another scene that had been holding my mind captive for over twenty-four hours. It was the scene of Tucker on his bike as he sped past me. He glanced back at me and smiled his amazingly adorable smile, with that nose scrunched. It had freeze-framed in my thoughts and I was able to paint it the way my mind recalled it.
I was interrupted by a knock at the door. I peered out the window and Tucker backed off the porch and waved up at me. “Tucker!” I said to myself as I practically dropped my paintbrush and bolted from the room and down the stairs to the door.
I calmed myself as I squeezed the doorknob and gently opened the door. “Tucker. What are you doing here? It’s in the middle of the
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