Incest Justin Thyme by Callicious

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"We wanted to come down and be there with him, but he said not to come. He was afraid his father's fame would work against him. It was really hard not to be here!"

"I can imagine! Anyway, he got back from court about the time I got out of surgery. He thought he would be going to jail instead. He went with Justin and helped him with a project and Steph and Rosemary stayed with me in the afternoon, but then he stayed in that wretched recliner all night, and only left when he had to clean up or eat. When I had been in there for a week he came in with another big bouquet of two dozen roses. He said the others were starting to droop. I told him it was way too extravagant, and that he shouldn't spend so much on me, so do you know what your son did next?"

Joanne shook her head no. She had not heard about the flowers.

"He went down to the nurses station and asked for a bunch of water cups and he took a cart and some water pitchers and cups and took the flowers around to all the rooms around and left each of them a rose, and said I wanted to share, and he brought me one back. Don't tell him, but after Mommy and Daddy got back I sent it home with them and had Mommy press it for me."

Joanne nodded her head understandingly. "He's that way, always thinking of others, and he doesn't want anyone to notice."

Susie giggled. "You don't know what he did with flowers next then do you. After a few days he came in with a cart with twenty-four roses in bud vases and said, 'I thought you might want to look at your flowers before they are all gone.' Then he pushed the cart back out and took a rose to all the rooms around us, but this time they all had a card on them with my name on it saying they were from me, and I kept getting people coming in and saying 'Thank you.' He's always doing things like that for me."

"I suppose he didn't tell you about the wheelchair either, then did he?" Joanne shook her head "No." "The hospital didn't have a wheelchair made for adults in a body cast, so Michael went out and bought one so that I could get out of bed and go out in the solarium and go home. After I got the cast off he gave it to the hospital. He even helped Daddy get the office changed around so I could stay in it instead of a nursing home, and got the hospital bed and a ramp and all of that stuff for us. And, he also set up the basement for physical therapy so that I didn't have to go out for therapy."

"How did he get along with your parents? Are they OK with him?"

"Daddy was really angry at first, especially when they arrived early while Mikey was feeding me my lunch in the solarium. Mikey tried to apologize and ask their forgiveness, but they weren't really listening, so Mikey left to give me some time alone with them and I talked with them and told him all he's done for me, and that it wasn't his fault at all. When he came back to take me back to the room, (it was my first day out of the bed, and I was really getting tired), they were willing to listen and they forgave him, just as Stephie and I have. It really wasn't his fault!"

"After he helped set up a room for me in the house and Mommy got a chance to get to know him a little better she even told him to call her Madge! I've never heard her tell more than a handful of people to call her Madge, and never someone of our age! I knew then he had won her over. When Daddy found out Mikey is the one who wrote the new trading software he uses he was totally blown away. Mikey taught him how to use it better, and he's rewriting part of it because of what he learned were problems from Daddy. The two of them are thick as thieves, now." Joanne just nodded her understanding and sighed a huge sigh of relief. The last thing she wanted was for there to be trouble with the parents even before things went any further.

"I notice you call him 'Mikey'. You know he hates that name, don't you?"

Susie smiled an impish smile and said, "I know. He tolerates it from me, and I think he's starting to like it when I call him that, kind of like him calling me 'Little One.' Not that I dislike it, they are just sort of a nicknames that we use for each other. It started when I was coming out from the anesthesia after they took my foot. I called him 'Mikey' and he said, 'It's Michael,' but I said, 'You look like a Mikey to me,' and the name has kind of stuck since.'

Joanna was beginning to see a different side of her son than she had seen before. Michael had been known to get in fights or to castigate someone thoroughly for calling him that before. There was definitely something more than infatuation if he allowed her to call him by that hated name.