It was still embarrassing for Heather having to have someone help get her on and off the toilet, even though she'd been having that help for several months now in the hospital. At least they'd got the damned catheter out of her. That was something totally unpleasant that actually felt like she could get to enjoy it under the right circumstances, so definitely glad it was gone. She managed to slip her own pants and panties down with April holding her, then let her daughter pull them further down to keep them out of the way. She couldn't help letting out a little sigh of relief, just hoping that April didn't hear it. Finished, she let her daughter help adjust her clothing and get her back into the wheel chair.<br/><br/>"Oh, wow!" Was all Heather could think of to say as she was pushed into the bedroom. "Oooh, I've seen beds like that on teevee. Your dad always said they were a waste of money, but I always wanted one." She smiled and rolled into the closet under her own power. One of the more interesting features was that the higher bars, for hanging dresses and such, that would be out of her reach, could be lowered one at a time with an ingenious mechanism. She spun the chair the way she'd been taught by the physios, and rolled back out. "Okay, intercom. Is it selective, so I can call Engineering or sickbay from the bridge, or do I have to announce everything to all hands?" She laughed. Mike had been the trekie, but she had watched with him and enjoyed to an extent.<br/><br/>"Thank you darling. Thank you for doing all this for me. It's wonderful." She gave April a big smile and held her arms out for a hug. She looked around the bedroom, noticing that while most of Mike's things were gone, here and there where little happy reminders. She picked up a ridiculously rude shaped rock he'd found on the beach one time, and had insisted on using on her - once she'd made him boil it for an hour. That had been really stupid. He'd been joking about it and Heather had laughed and told him, "Only if you boil it first!" She was joking too, but apparently Mike had taken her seriously. She'd found him in the kitchen of their vacation home with a pan of water bubbling away, the phallic stone fizzing gently in the bottom. It had actually been rather enjoyable, once he'd got her all worked up and ready...<i>Remember the good times!</i>"God, I was hoping we lost this somewhere..." She was blushing bright pink, even as a thought occurred to her, and leapt out of her mouth before she could stop it. "I suppose I might have to use it now... Or get myself a proper plastic one."<br/><br/><i>Oh lord, what on earth possessed me to say that in front of my daughter?</i>But April was a grown woman now, not a little girl. They'd done the first "Birds and bees" talk at eleven, so the girl knew what to expect as her body changed, and the reasons for it. Then at fifteen they'd done the second one about what went where and why, and what to do if, and how best to avoid the consequences, including babies and nasty little diseases. and at eighteen, just before April left for uni, they'd done the "Experimentation and your father and I are open minded" one. Just in case.<br/><br/>But still... She probably embarrassed April, too. Change the subject. "So, what are we having for dinner? Did you have something in mind or should I see if I still have the old magic touch after six months and being two foot shorter?" She took hold of the handle wheels and began heading for the kitchen.