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Brooke ties her hair up, since she just washed it four hours ago and steps in with Cade.
She immediately noticed his legs are red with hives. Probably from sitting in his wet pants for so long, chaffing against his skin.
"It's okay." Cade says.
"Doesn't it burn?"
Cade nods, looking a little ashamed.
Brooke let's it go for the moment.
They wash thier bodies, each others bodies, kiss a little, and decide the bed would be a better place.
Cade throws Brooke one of his old T shirts to sleep in. It's long enough she can go comando without showing her lady parts to the world.
Cade decides on plain navy boxer briefs and nothing more.
They slide into the bed. Brooke has never been in his bed before. It crinkles a little. She snuggles closer to Cade, ignorning the plastic sound beneath her. She doesn't need to ask.
"Cade?"
"Yeah?"
"How often does this happen?"
She feels goosebumps grow on her arms.
"I just have to make sure I go a lot." He says avoiding the answer, not quite knowing what to say.
"I am sorry I drug you out. This never would have happened if-"
Cade stops her.
"It's okay. It's not your fault. I knew I had to go...I just...I was having such a great time with you. I thought I could hold it."
"I wasn't going anyway, honey." She giggles.
Cade doesn't laugh though.
"I know. I just wanted to enjoy one dinner not worrying about it. I should have gone earlier."
Brooke runs her hand up and down Cade's chest. This is the first time he has really let her talk to him about it.
"Did you have to go?" She asks, not realizing he wont understand what that means. Of course he had to go, or he wouldn't have wet his pants.
He seems to understand what she meant though.
"It doesn't always feel like I have to go as bad as I do, but sometimes I feel like I am going to explode and it's just a few drops."
He pauses for a moment.
"I dont get it. That's why I have so many accidents."
The room is dark, and she can't see his face, but she can tell by the tone of his voice, he sounds like a lost, scared child.
"You do have a lot of accidents?"
Cade sighs.
"A couple times a week. You can't always find a bathroom every hour of the day."
"Do the guys at work know?"
She can feel Cade shake his head.
"When I feel it coming I run to my truck."
"Why don't you just go outside?"
"Usually I can't tell it's going to happen until it's running down my legs. Sometimes it happens after like 20 minutes." Cade huffs out a disbelieving laugh.
"Sometimes it soaks down to my feet and sometimes it barely gets my underwear wet. I just dont know, which makes it all the more difficult to avoid..."
Brooke can tell he has had enough for the night, so she leaves it at that.
They fall asleep not long after that. Or so Brooke thinks...
She wakes up two hours later. She tilts her head to look at Cade. She does a double take when she sees his eyes are wide open. He doesn't seem to notice she is awake.
"Are you okay?"
The lights on the alarm clock are blinking 2:21 am, bright red blocky letters.
Cade jumps a little bit, verifying her assumption.
"Yeah---yeah, fine."
Brooke rolls over and begins rubbing his tummy.
"Have you slept at all?"
Cade doesn't say anything.
"Look, if you're worried you're gonna..." Brooke can't bring herself to say it.
"Yeah."
"Maybe go now and it won't happen."
"Doesn't work like that, Brooke."
He doesn't argue though. He slides out of bed and into the already dimly lit bathroom.
He returns after a moment, snuggles back into Brooke's side, noticeably relieved. She watches him after that. Rubs his back. His eyes grow heavy almost immediately. He fights it.
"It's okay." She soothes.
Then he falls under, for real.
Brooke smiles and she too falls asleep.
It is past 6 am by the time she wakes up. Cade looks peaceful. Long, dark eyelashes easily rested on pink, puffy cheeks. She kisses his forehead. He looks exhausted.
She falls under lightly, with hopes to wake up if anything happens.
Another hour passes before Cade does start to writh in his sleep.
Brooke jolts awake.
"Cade...Cade!" She says immediately.
Cade sits straight up in bed. His hands fly to his groin and he jumps out of bed. He runs to the bathroom.
Brooke's heart pounds in her chest. She feels the bed, completely dry. She waits for Cade to stroll back into the room.
He has a slight grin turning up in the corner of his mouth. His underwear have a wet spot about the size of a softball on the front of his boxer briefs.
"I made it..." he laughs.
Brooke looks at him, still trying to comprehend the situation.
"Mostly." He tugs at the wet patch.
He sits down on the bed.
"Brooke," he says, still smiling.
"I haven't had a dry night in..." he draws off.
"Forever..."
Brooke smiles too.
"Come here." She opens her arms.
He falls into them.
They goof around for a minute and break into a tickle fight.
It's the happiest Cade has been in a long long time.
That morning his eyes are brightly lit and his face is plush pink without the usual bags under his eyes.
They get dressed. Brooke puts on her same clothes from the day before, minus panties.
"What do you wanna do today?" Cade strolls in.
It's Sunday, in a town like this, just about everything is closed.
Brooke shrugs.
"I probably should go back to my place and clean up." Her clothes don't have any visible stains, and honestly no one would probably know or notice, but she would.
Cade laughs.
"Okay." He starts his truck. A light April snow dusted the ground last night. Not a particularly uncommon thing for Centeral Idaho.
They wait inside for a few minutes while the truck warms up. Just as they walk out the door, Brooke notes in her head.
Cade hasn't gone to the bathroom since we woke up this morning. That was 6 am. It was pushing 9 now.
"Babe?" She says after pondering a moment.
Cade looks at her.
"Do you wanna go to the bathroom before we go? Roads could be slick." She uses more of an excuse than anything. She doesn't want him to have an accident. Not now, not while he is this happy.
Cade blushes.
"Oh, probably...I uh...I didn't even think about it."
Cade runs to the back of the house.
"Thanks." He says, still blushing.
"Course."
Brooke lives pretty far out of town. Her dad got her a great deal on a little cabin out in the woods. Just like she had always dreamed of. It's about a half an hour out of Harlingston on a good day.
Cade takes the back roads instead of the highway. Logging trails mostly. They're about an hour into thier rendezvous when he start a shifting in his seat.
"Are you okay?" Brooke asks.
Cade keeps his hands planted on the steering wheel, looking concentrated.
"I think I better pull over." He slams on the brake then squeaks. He clutches his legs together and throws the truck in park.
Cade jumps out of the truck and immediately pulls down his pants.
He stands outside for much too long for him just to be peeing. When he gets back into the truck, his mood has done a complete 360.
He slams the door. Brooke grits her teeth. His pants are wet about to mid thigh.
She just gently rubs his arm. He puts it in drive and keeps going, wordlessly.
He goes straight to Brooke's house after that.
Brooke walks inside and to the washing machine.
"Give me your pants." She says advertidly.
Cade sighs, but he strips down and then heads toward the bathroom.
Brooke follows him, slowly, unsure if she should. Cade turns around half way down the hall, letting her know she is okay.
They shower yet again, this time no touching or kissing.
She can tell Cade is absolutely beat.
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