Dov hung his helmet on the hook. His fingers lingered on the lightning bolt decal, his stage name, Short Stuff, stood stark against the orange paint of the helmet. He knew he’d never put that helmet on again. He couldn’t.
He swallowed and turned away, his crutches making it awkward but he managed, after all, it wasn’t the first time he’d used them. Crutches had become an extension of himself given his profession: daredevil. At first he didn’t think much of his wellbeing but when he met Dillan all that changed.
Dov had to stay around for him.
He looked up to find Dillan looking at him with a small smile. “Yes?”
Dillan held out his hand. “Ready?”
Dov took a deep breath and hobbled forward on his crutches. He reached forward to interlace their fingers together. “Always.”
Dillan shook his head, his bangs tickling his cheek bones. Dov loved those bangs and the man attached to them. “Then let’s go.”
Dillan led Dov away. Together they were entering a new life without stunts and chaos. Together they were going to be a family.