When I got back out of the shower, I found my wife in the bathroom with me, muttering. She also had a large stain on her shirt. "Your son missed the burp bib."
"My son? Let me guess, he's your son the other times."
She gave me a raspberry and stripped off her shirt. I dried while she stripped and got into the shower. Watching her reminded me of something else that had been months awaiting! I sure hoped Charlie had figured out how to sleep through the night!
I hopped back to the bedroom, and pulled open a drawer to grab some briefs. In doing so, I knocked my crutches to the floor. Thankfully Charlie didn't fuss, but Marilyn opened the shower door and asked, nervously, "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine. The crutches fell to the floor."
"Okay."
It took me another couple of minutes to pick up my crutches, by kicking them one-legged towards the bed, and then sitting on the bed and reaching down to grab them and set them upright again. This was a monumental pain in the balls! Hopefully the rehab would at least get me to a point I could use a cane. Marilyn came out of the bathroom, cleaned up and wearing her bathrobe, and found me still sitting on the bed, naked, and trying to lean my crutches against the dresser again.
She came over and took them from me. "Let me get those." She took them from me and leaned them against the dresser, back at the wall.
I just shook my head in disgust. "Jesus, I better get better soon. I've never felt so helpless in my life!" This was even worse than when I hit my 60s and started using a cane when I walked.
Marilyn sat down next to me on the bed. "You'll be fine. You're already moving ten times better than you were a week ago. You could barely stand with the crutches. In a few more weeks you'll be off them completely. By the time Charlie starts walking, we'll both be able to chase him around!"
I laughed at that. "That would be good. I'm supposed to carry him, not the other way around!"
Marilyn smiled at that, and then looked at me. I was still sitting there naked on the edge of the bed, with my shorts in one hand. She took them from me and tossed them on the dresser. "After he eats, he sleeps, and he's a very good sleeper."
BOING! Carl Junior suddenly woke up! I guess the beating in the basement, which gave me several shots to the groin, didn't wipe me out completely. I looked at her and asked, "Just how long will he be out?"
Marilyn shrugged out of her robe. Boy, did she look good! I thought her tits had grown, too, which I also approved of! "Long enough!"
I pushed myself back on the bed, and propped myself up on a few of the pillows. I also took a pillow and put it under my right knee. Marilyn crawled around me on the bed until she was on my left side. I kissed her, long and hard, and immediately got some moaning and tongue. It was like back when we first started making out. She broke apart and then very carefully crawled on top of me, straddling my midsection. Moments later I was inside her.
It felt ... amazing! It had been months since we had done this, and it felt just like we were back dating. Marilyn gasped and lay down on my chest, shaking in orgasm and humping her tight little pussy down on me. I came very fast. "It's been too long.", I lamented.
"That just makes it better!", she whispered in return. She began squirming around on me, and I quickly hardened again. This time around she lifted herself up so that she was riding me, and I played with her tits while she diddled her clit. We both lasted longer, and Marilyn was on a second orgasm when I blasted off again.
We were gasping for breath, and Marilyn had slid off me to the side again, when Charlie started fussing. Marilyn and I looked at each other and laughed. "Well, better now than five minutes ago."
"How long before he takes another nap?"
Marilyn giggled. "Too long!" She kissed me, and then went into the bathroom to clean up again. Charlie started crying, but I wasn't going to be able to help for a bit. I sat upright and struggled into my shorts, and then hopped around and found some clothing. Marilyn came out of the bathroom and slipped a sundress on, and then went off to take care of Charlie.
I followed her down the hall. I watched from the doorway as she changed a diaper. "Keep it up, Buster! It's only seventeen years and eight months to go before you're out on your ass!"
Marilyn protested, "Carl! Don't say that!", but then Charlie did the fountain trick before she had his diaper fixed properly. "Then again..."
"Ha! Just wait until he starts walking! You'll see! We'll spend the first year teaching him how to walk and talk, and the next seventeen telling him to sit down and shut up!"
Marilyn finished getting a clean diaper on him, and handed him to me. "Your turn, Dad! I'm going to clean up again, and then I'll make dinner."
I played with my son for a few minutes, until Marilyn came back in a different dress (pee-free) and took him back. I hobbled on my crutches behind her to the kitchen, and sat down at the table, with Charlie in his little seat in front of me. I kept him occupied while Marilyn made dinner. Yet another reason to hurry the healing process. The only way Marilyn knew how to cook involved a microwave oven. I was going to lose weight this way, not regain it!
After dinner, Charlie fell asleep again, so Marilyn and I played another round of hide-the salami out in the living room. Then later, he slept the entire night. We didn't, but we didn't complain, either. When Marilyn drove me over to the base hospital in the morning for rehab, we were both sleepy but smiling.
And so it went for almost a month. I was doing rehab every day, along with working on the weights and swimming, which is good exercise for bad joints, since it is low impact. When I was home, Marilyn and I made up for the three months I was away. My mobility and strength improved, and after a couple of weeks I graduated to a cane, and was able to put some weight on my right leg and walk. At that point I started cooking again. We also did some belated Christmas shopping together, since I wasn't really up to driving yet. We spent some time up in Raleigh and I found a lingerie store and took her to it. She was embarrassed and nervous, but we bought a few items we would both like. I also bought her a few items of jewelry.
Then, out of the blue, I got a call at the apartment from Colonel Featherstone. I was actually still in the Army, even though I was assigned to the Detachment of Patients at the hospital, and my four year commitment was long over. I was still getting paid by the Department of Defense. The colonel told me to be in my Class As over at the HQ of the 505th on Friday morning, 22 January at 0900. Marilyn was supposed to be there, too, in a nice dress, along with Charlie. I was being given my Bronze Star, and they would also process the paperwork to medically retire me.
I hadn't worn a uniform since I had been back from Honduras. I had to dig one out and see if it still fit. It did, if a touch loosely in the waist, but not all that badly. I had Marilyn take it out to be cleaned. I might be going out, but I'd do it in style.
It felt weird that morning to put it on, for one last time. I even had my Honduran jump wings on my chest. Marilyn wore a nice blue knee length skirt and a white blouse, with some medium heels, and Charlie had on a little camouflage jumper she had picked up at the PX. I drove us over. I had just started driving again this week, although not for long distances. Colonel Featherstone was actually there waiting for us! That surprised me, since I figured he would be off in Washington or someplace torturing miscreants.