Their fingers interlocked, a silent testament to their connection, filling them both with a deep sense of satisfaction.

“Mitchel.”

"Hmm?"

“Promise me you'll hold on to me and never let go again."

"This time, I'm holding on forever," Mitchel murmured.

Over the next few days, Mitchel and Raegan were inseparable.

After each visit to Casey, they returned to the hospital room to cuddle.

Mitchel had transformed a corner of the hospital room into an office.

That way, when Raegan rested, he could still work quietly by her side. This setup meant Raegan could see him as soon as she opened her eyes.

Erick felt compelled to knock loudly before he entered to announce his arrival, not wanting to bump into their intimacy.

Consumed by happiness, Mitchel's face glowed and he looked energized.

Even the confines of the wheelchair didn't seem to bother him.

Seeing Mitchel next to his sister kicked Erick's protective instincts into high gear. He couldn't resist a jab. "You really need to take it easy, you know. The surgery isn't behind you yet."

Raegan had confided in Erick about Mitchel's potential recovery early on. Maybe she hoped Erick would speak well of Mitchel in front of their father. Although Mitchel had earned Erick's approval, he still had to earn Landen's.

Landen, protective as any father, was hesitant about his daughter marrying someone with a disability.

Mitchel, ignoring Erick's snide remark, replied with a shrug, “I've been very restrained."

That left Erick momentarily at a loss for words, his frustration nearly palpable.

Upon waking, Raegan caught Mitchel signing to someone on his computer.

To keep the room quiet for Raegan, Mitchel had even arranged for an executive who was proficient in sign language to help facilitate the conversation.

Lounging in the hospital room, Mitchel wore teal trousers and a khaki sweater. Despite their simplicity, the colors seemed to pop against his frame.