Hey! thanks for all the great comments!
Here's another chapter for you...
Days dragged on, and his leg gradually got better. He wasn't about to run any marathons the next couple of months, but he was getting better…
Gideon was checking up on his leg just about every day. And she was starting to talk about switching him over to a brace instead of a cast. It would allow him to bend his knee, get some movement back in it after the surgery. She still found it a bit early, a bit premature… It was better to wait a few more days before she switched him to a brace instead.
Hopefully the brace wouldn't be as hot and clammy as the cast was. He didn't like casts, he had never liked them. Even when he was a kid… Okay, to be honest it was even worse when he was a kid… As a kid he got used to wearing casts, often. With a father like his it was something that happened all the time.
He debated whether he should switch over to the wheelchair he had been using for a little while. His shoulders were suffering from the crutches' abuse. He couldn't remember being this sore in a long time.
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Since he had nothing better to do, but still wanted to pull his weight, he had talked Rip into letting him use the kitchen. Everything they had eaten since day one had been prepared by Gideon. But he figured he could give it a try, do something to make the hours go by a little faster…
"Well, at least the kitchen isn't burning..." a velvet voice startled him, two slender but strong arms slid around his waist just in time to keep him from falling down.
A grimace hijacked his face for a few seconds before he relaxed back again…
"I think it'll taste somewhere close to okay too…" he answered in an innocent tone which made him seem at least ten years younger. It made him seem like a college boy in a dorm room kitchen, cooking some comfort food to help him get over the fact that he would lose the rest of the football season… The whole sweatpants and broad-striped, black and blue sweater combo, topped off with the hip to toe cast was weirdly enough working for him. At least in her eyes…
Sara let out a short laugh, "I bet it will…"
"You do know that if you choose a pair of shorts instead, you would get away with a less baggy pair?" she tugged at his waistband which had been tied firmly
He looked at her for a few seconds before he spoke up again. "Oh sweetheart, I don't do shorts..."
Then he put down the bowl he had been holding and hopped closer to Sara, wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her on the top of her head.
"What do you say, we go to your room after dinner? Cuddle up and watch a movie?" her voice was as soothing as ever
He pulled her closer, "Looks like you're a mind reader… I thought the exact same thing…"
"Need help with any kitchen related business?"
"Only if you really, really want to… Gideon helps me with the stuff I can't reach or otherwise just can't. But if you wanna cook for fun, please stay. If not, you can sit and watch me cook…?"
"Well, that's the offer of my dreams…" Sara whispered back into his ear.
"Yeah… I once heard a rumor that women like men who cook dinner…"
"Well, the rumor is not mistaken…" she answered and kissed his shoulder softly.
Okay...
Just FYI the sweatpants are those half-baggy adidas ones with stripes down the outside of the legs...
(I know that probably seems random, but it's significant to me...)