The Accidental Wife (Emily and Julian)

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"Welcome home!" I cheerfully say as Silas and I walk together inside our house. We're not alone. Sabrina and Knox are with

and they were with me when I went to bring Silas from the hospital today.

I'm glad that Knox is here because Silas needs somebody to help him feel better. Frankly, I need some help too because I don't really know how to make him feel better. Ever since learning that he won't be able to play football for a long time, he has been feeling down. I hate that I'm helpless. I wish there was something I could do, but I can't. I have already informed Mum that I won't be able to go to the office for the next month and I will work from home because I don't want to leave Silas alone.

I have never seen him in such a state, but I want to cheer him up. I want him to know that this isn't the end of the world. I wish I could read his mind to help him deal with all the atrocious thoughts running through his head. I want him to know that he can lean on me. "Thanks," he mumbles, giving me a smile that I know is fake. I know how his real smile looks like. It's beautiful and bright and reaches his eyes. This one is dull and barely noticeable.

"Let's get you to the living room," Knox tells him as he walks towards him to help him, but Silas stops him.

"I want to get used to these crutches. I'm going to be using them for a long time," he says. The doctors suggested using a wheelchair for the next ten days, but Silas was strongly against the idea and insisted on using the crutches instead.

Most of our family members are already here. It's a small gathering for welcoming Silas home. We're all glad that he's okay, and wish that he can understand that; however, all he's focused on is his inability to play football.

He already knows that our family is here. They suggested to make the whole gathering a surprise for him, but I was against that. I know that he is not in the best state and any surprise may result in a negative effect. "We made your favorite dishes," I say, looking at him.

"Thank you." He places a soft kiss on my cheek before taking a seat on the couch.

"Are you feeling better?" Naomi asks him.

"Yeah." I'm not used to this version of Silas. He gives short replies, avoids eye contact and doesn't smile. This isn't the Silas I'm used to. I want the smiley one who is chatty and sociable.

I will do everything in my power to get that version back. I love seeing his beautiful smile and I will do my best to see it again.

Lily, Aniyah, Holden and I head to the kitchen to bring the food to the table. Since it's a lunch gathering, we opted for making various types of salads and sandwiches. Honestly, I haven't made anything. I just bought the ingredients yesterday and left everything for Mum, Naomi, Aniyah, Holden and Lily to make food that Silas likes. Kendall brought dessert and Knox and Sabrina decided to accompany me.

We all planned to work together to help him get over what happened. We are aware that it's going to be a hard task, but Silas deserves the effort. He has always been there for us one way or another and it's time to take care of him.

"Is he still in a bad mood?" Lily asks me and I nod.

"It's only a matter of time. He won't stay like that forever." Aniyah offers me a gentle smile.

I can't get over the fact that my siblings and Aniyah are teens. I still can't seem to forget how little they were one day and how Silas and I used to play with them.

"I hate seeing him like that. And I don't mean injured. I mean the way he's feeling. This isn't my Silas." Vinhale, arching my

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neck back. I look down at the mini sandwiches on the plate for a moment. "Let's just go," I murmur as I carry the plate to the dining room.

The four of us set the door on the dining table and make sure that everything looks good before calling everyone to eat.

"Do you want me to make you a plate?" I smile at Silas. He is forcing himself to stand on the crutches. I know how he looks when he's in pain and I understand that he doesn't want to feel disabled, but I don't want him to torture himself. "Sure," he tells me. I'm used to Silas maintaining eye contact with me, so to have him talking to me without looking at me feels wrong.

I start making plates for the two of us and make sure to put everything he likes on his plate.

"Why don't we sit? I need to sit down. My feet are killing me," I lie. My feet are fine, but I want him to sit down. Maybe if I sit down this will encourage him to sit too.

and the two of us head to the He stares at me for a second and I wonder if he catches my lie. I sigh in relief when he agrees couch. I feel like there's a wall between us and I'm willing to do anything to bring it down. I want him to talk to me. I want him to tell me what he's thinking about.

My thoughts get interrupted when I feel Silas's head on my shoulder. This is his first time to initiate any move ever since he woke up. I still can't get over the fact that he asked me to leave him alone after hearing that he had to stay away from the field for ten months. I look at him and reach for his free hand, hoping that he'd say anything.

"Is it too bad that I want them to leave?" he whispers.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

"No." I smile at him. "Do you want me to sneak you to our bedroom?" I smirk, trying to lighten up the mood.

"Please," he murmurs, hiding his face in the crook of my neck.

"In five minutes, I'm going to say that your meds are starting to kick in and you want to get some sleep, yeah?" I set a plan. If he wants to be alone, I will give him that. I will do anything to make him feel at ease.

"You're a life-saver. I love you," he whispers before kissing my cheek.

"I love you more." Maybe, just maybe, he's not planning on pushing me away too. Maybe I'm the one he's going to open up

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