I let go of him as he took my face into his hands. "You look beautiful." He whispered running his fingers down my cheek. I closed my eyes as a tear rolled down my cheek stopping on his finger. "Don't cry Bailey you'll start me off." He whispered pulling me a little closer to him as he leaned his forehead against mine.
"I'm sorry. I missed you." He put his arm around me closing his eyes.
"I missed you too Beautiful." He winced as he put pressure on his left leg again.
"What happened? What's wrong?" I asked putting my hand on his hip gently.
"No nothing wrong it fell asleep on the plane." He smiled weakly.
"I don't believe you." I whispered into his ear. I ran my fingers down his thigh gently and watched his face as his breath caught in his throat in pain. "See you make it hard to believe you." I sighed pulling my hand away from his leg and on to his hip.
"It's just a bruise Blondie." He said clearing his throat leaning his forehead back on mine.
"If you say so then put weight on it." I said stepping back taking the support of my body away from his. He looked at m wide eyed as he stood on his good leg. I gave him a nod to go ahead and start. He took a deep breath and gently put the slightest pressure on his foot. He whimpered as he tried to put more on it. I looked over and saw Skylar looking over at us talking to a couple of the guys from his platoon. "Hollywood just admit it. You hurt your leg." I said with my arms crossed.
"No it's fine." He winced again.
"Then walk here." I said talking a step away from him. "If you want to show me you're not lying walk towards me." He put his leg out and took a step, only to have his knew buckle under his own weight. Skylar caught him right before he hurt himself more then he already is.
"You should have listened to her Bro." He sighed putting his arm around his waist and putting Taylor's arm over his shoulder.
"Don't side with the Blonde." He said the pain clear in his voice.
"No you side with the blonde when she is right there Mr. I'm-when- I-really-am-not." A couple of the guys around us started to laugh.
"You must be Bailey." One said looking me up and down.
"Last time I checked I was." Skylar shook his head.
"Cocky much today Blondie?" He chuckled.
"Yup, I can have my days." He laughed shaking his head at me. Mom started to make her way over to us.
"May I ask what going on here?" She asked looking at all of us. "Also which one of you is Taylor because with you two standing next to each other it's really hard to tell."
"The gimpy one is Tay Mom." The guys looked around at me.
"How do you know which is which?" I rolled my eyes.
"Even if they were sitting down next to each other I could tell which one was which it's really not that hard." I shrugged. Everyone looked at me like I was crazy.
"I have known them for what? Like 3 years and it took me a year of being deployed to tell the difference. But it took you 5 days? Are you kidding me?" I shook my head at the guy.
"I got the eye to tell them apart. I have been around a lot of twins in my life so it's pretty easy."
"Like how?" I looked at the same guy.
"Easy. Taylor has a scar just below his hair line and also the tattoos." I pointed to the tattoo Skylar had on his arm.
"Wow you really have a good eye sight." I shrugged as I heard footsteps. I groaned and looked at Mom. She whistled looking away from me.
"What's going on here?" The commander said folding his arms looking around at all of us. All the guys straightened and saluted him. I glared at him as the corners of his mouth turned up. "Do I need to call some M.P.'s here?"
"Oh would you shut up." I rolled my eyes at him. All the guys went wide eyed looking at me in shock. No one would ever talk to the Base Commander. But when you know that he was talking about something when you were 8 and if you knew the back story you would say the same thing. Mom started to laugh at me.
"Bailey…" Taylor said shaking his head. But he just laughed.
"It was not funny Uncle Jesse." I huffed pouting. He looked at me.
"Sweetheart if it happened to anyone else you would be laughing your ass off." I glared at him as he just shook his head laughing.
"I'm telling Grandma and she will kick your ass for laughing at me." He stopped laughing at me as I smirked at him.
"Ryan she is too much like you."
"No she gets that from her father their Uncle Jesse." She laughed as I smiled at him. She looked over at me. "So much like her father."
"You say like that isn't a bad thing." He smirked causing all the jaws around us to drop. I leaned over and smacked Uncle Jesse on the arm.
"No being mean Commander." I said smacking him again. He rubbed his arm.
"Yeah yeah." The guys looked at each other before looking at me again. I looked down at Taylor's leg before an idea popped into my head.
"Hey Uncle Jesse Taylor hurt his leg." Uncle Jesse looking over at Taylor.
"What did you do Marine?" He asked looking over at me before looking back over at Taylor.
"I got in a nasty pin with an enemy sniper. I think I twisted it wrong or something. I'm not really sure Sir." I turned my head away as the tear formed in my eyes. No wonder he lied to me.
"You should get that looked at at the Base Hospital." He said nodding in his direction.
"Sir, I'm sure it's fine. It's just a little sore." Uncle Jesse sighed. The one thing he hated was when someone said they were fine when they weren't.
"It wasn't a suggestion Marine. It was an order." Taylor looked over at him swallowing. "A injury can be more then you think. I don't want a strong, smart marine going down for one mistake. You're going to the hospital weather you like it or not."
"I'll drive him over Uncle Jesse." I said quietly. He nodded looking back at Taylor.
"Sergeant Andrews I want you to go with my great niece to the base hospital. And trust me Marine if you don't go, I will know and trust I will not be happy." Taylor looked at me.
"Come on let's get you to the hospital Taylor." Mom looked over at me.
"I'll get a ride home from your Uncle. Don't worry." I nodded and started to fallow Skylar and Taylor as they made their way towards the parking lot.
"I'm sorry I had to do that." I whispered to them. Skylar looked over at me.
"It's not your fault. Tay needed it. He should get the crap beat out of him some times. He is damn stubborn."He smiled at me as he opened my truck door and slid Taylor in. "Do you need me to come with you?" I shook my head.
"We'll be fine. Thanks." He nodded turned around. "Wait Skylar." He looked at me. I wrapped my arms around him. "Welcome home."I smiled hugging him. He laughed hugging me back.
"Thanks Bailey. Take care of my brother for me." I nodded walking around and getting into the driver's seat of my truck. I looked over at Taylor. Harley was barking lapping at his hands as he pet him.
"How's your leg?" He shrugged.
"It hurts." I looked at him pouting my bottom lip. "I'm not mad at you. He was right. I don't want to make a mistake I will regret my whole life." He shrugged.
"Good. I don't want you to hate me." I started the car and pulled out.
"Don't worry Blondie; I don't think I can ever hate you." He said looking out of the window…..