getting her there Dakota. She has this whole vibe about not wanting to be a charity case. How do you propose we overcome that?” Rage stopped swinging when his wife , Nahni, came outside to join them and sat down next to him, resting her head on his shoulder.
“Propose what? What are you two scheming over?” Nahni smiled when Rage placed his hand on her belly, rubbing it as he started swinging again.
“We’re discussing how to get Angel to come live at the Reconstructing Warriors Rehab Center, instead of taking off to Savannah to live in a handicap housing.” Rage kissed the top of her head and cradled her against him.
“Wait, what? She wants to move away from us? Rage we can’t let her do that.” Nahni’s eyes welled up with tears. Angel wasn’t just her best friend; she was the sister she had always wanted.
“I know , baby. Like Dakota was just saying, he works at the best place for Angel to do her therapy. We just need to figure out how to get her to go.” Rage draped his arm across her shoulders and tucked her head under his chin as she rested her head against his chest.
Dakota watched the comforting embrace between Rage and Nahni, wishing he had that bond with Angel. If only she would let her guard down and allow him to be there for her. It was the kind of relationship his adoptive parents had, just like his birth parents also had, before they passed away. It was ingrained in him to desire a loving wife and to make a life-long bond with her. His adoptive mom, Mikayla, had been there for Noah when he returned home from Afghanistan and helped him heal from losing his leg from the knee down when his vehicle was hit with an IED, killing two of his soldiers and injuring another.
The journey they had together was how the idea bloomed for them to open Reconstructing Warriors , a rehab center for wounded vets that had some kind of injury from combat. In the last year, they had started taking in clients that had severe injuries from firemen to law enforcement, giving them a place to recover and rebuild their lives. The services Reconstructing Warriors provided were limitless. Counseling, prosthetics, physical therapy, and training classes to teach them to either adapt to their limitations or overcome them were just some of the things available to them. There were also living quarters for some of the more severe cases. They offered a grant program through the local community college to assist in retraining individuals that needed to find a new career. These services were given free of charge through the non-profit charity his mom and baby sister, Delilah, had started not long after being placed in their care as a foster family. A Million Wishes had granted wishes both large and small in its six years of being an active charity.
“You r sister approached Angel last fall about coming and visiting some of the soldiers that were big fans of hers last year. Maybe she would be able to influence Angel enough to give it a try?” Nahni looked hopeful but still had the shine of unshed tears in her eyes.
“Oh, that’s right , Nahni. I had forgotten about that. Angel brought them tickets to come see her race and her and Vito brought her bike up for the guys to check out. Man did she ever light up the faces of those men.” Dakota laughed, shaking his head side to side. “Myself included!”
“Damn , bruh, you got it so bad for my sister,” Rage shook his head and laughed.
“I’m not ashamed to admit it. She’s a catch for sure. I guess I’m going to head on over to my parents since Angel isn’t okay with seeing me today. I’ll see what I can set up and see if Lilah will come over and try to encourage Angel to give the rehab center a try.” He stood up and shook hands with Rage and gave Nahni a gentle hug.
“We appreciate what you’re trying to do to help Angel. She’ll come around. She’s a level headed girl most of the time.”
***
When Dakota left, he headed over to his parents’ house. If anyone
“Propose what? What are you two scheming over?” Nahni smiled when Rage placed his hand on her belly, rubbing it as he started swinging again.
“We’re discussing how to get Angel to come live at the Reconstructing Warriors Rehab Center, instead of taking off to Savannah to live in a handicap housing.” Rage kissed the top of her head and cradled her against him.
“Wait, what? She wants to move away from us? Rage we can’t let her do that.” Nahni’s eyes welled up with tears. Angel wasn’t just her best friend; she was the sister she had always wanted.
“I know , baby. Like Dakota was just saying, he works at the best place for Angel to do her therapy. We just need to figure out how to get her to go.” Rage draped his arm across her shoulders and tucked her head under his chin as she rested her head against his chest.
Dakota watched the comforting embrace between Rage and Nahni, wishing he had that bond with Angel. If only she would let her guard down and allow him to be there for her. It was the kind of relationship his adoptive parents had, just like his birth parents also had, before they passed away. It was ingrained in him to desire a loving wife and to make a life-long bond with her. His adoptive mom, Mikayla, had been there for Noah when he returned home from Afghanistan and helped him heal from losing his leg from the knee down when his vehicle was hit with an IED, killing two of his soldiers and injuring another.
The journey they had together was how the idea bloomed for them to open Reconstructing Warriors , a rehab center for wounded vets that had some kind of injury from combat. In the last year, they had started taking in clients that had severe injuries from firemen to law enforcement, giving them a place to recover and rebuild their lives. The services Reconstructing Warriors provided were limitless. Counseling, prosthetics, physical therapy, and training classes to teach them to either adapt to their limitations or overcome them were just some of the things available to them. There were also living quarters for some of the more severe cases. They offered a grant program through the local community college to assist in retraining individuals that needed to find a new career. These services were given free of charge through the non-profit charity his mom and baby sister, Delilah, had started not long after being placed in their care as a foster family. A Million Wishes had granted wishes both large and small in its six years of being an active charity.
“You r sister approached Angel last fall about coming and visiting some of the soldiers that were big fans of hers last year. Maybe she would be able to influence Angel enough to give it a try?” Nahni looked hopeful but still had the shine of unshed tears in her eyes.
“Oh, that’s right , Nahni. I had forgotten about that. Angel brought them tickets to come see her race and her and Vito brought her bike up for the guys to check out. Man did she ever light up the faces of those men.” Dakota laughed, shaking his head side to side. “Myself included!”
“Damn , bruh, you got it so bad for my sister,” Rage shook his head and laughed.
“I’m not ashamed to admit it. She’s a catch for sure. I guess I’m going to head on over to my parents since Angel isn’t okay with seeing me today. I’ll see what I can set up and see if Lilah will come over and try to encourage Angel to give the rehab center a try.” He stood up and shook hands with Rage and gave Nahni a gentle hug.
“We appreciate what you’re trying to do to help Angel. She’ll come around. She’s a level headed girl most of the time.”
***
When Dakota left, he headed over to his parents’ house. If anyone
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