Oh my goodness...sometimes you just gotta think outside the honey pot. Chapter Text
Day Twelve: Nerves
Julieta handed off a cookie to the small child in front of her. They took a bite, and the scrapes and cuts they'd acquired while playing healed without a trace of them ever being there. The little one looked up at her, smiled and shouted, "Mamá! No more ouchie!"
"That's right mi vida, no need to shout. Now please thank the Señora."
"Thank you!" he said just as loudly.
His mother sighed as she took his hand. "Come along, Mariano. Time enough to take a bath before I make supper for your Papí."
Mariano waved to her, and Julieta waved back. She turned and took a step back. "Aye, Agustín, you trying to give me a heart attack?" He only shook his head, since his face was very swollen at the moment, and he couldn't actually talk. "Can you open your mouth at all?"
He shrugged, and Julieta felt just a tad nervous. Her husband's encounters with the bees were getting worse with each incident, and she couldn't heal him if he wasn't able to eat. "Come on then," she said as packed the last of her things. "Let's get you home."
Since her husband insisted on carrying most of what she had, Julieta pushed aside her worry and thought about how to get him what he needed. She had him sit on the patio and Julieta came upon an idea and after dropping off some things. She made some tea, then opened a cabinet and pulled out some honey and a spoon. She poured him a cup and added a dollop of honey and lemon to it. She forgot to bring a plate, so put the spoon in her mouth to hold it. He watched her every move and seemed to be smiling. It was difficult to tell, though. She raised the cup, and he tried to drink some of it, but that was just not working. Julieta took the spoon out of her mouth and set it on the table. She licked her lip and decided on plan B.
Plan B was a total win as she pulled back and said, "Are you okay now?"
Agustín cleared his throat and said, "No, I've never been worse. Maybe you should try again?"
So she did.