The next morning you woke up to a splitting headache.
And Max by your side in bed, waiting for you to wake up, not only with breakfast, but also a hand full of three Excedrin and two Advil. Not to mention a can of Mountain Dew.
You smiled through your pain and greeted him, "Good morning."
"Good morning sweetheart. I have some pain meds for you and some Mountain Dew. I always use this as my hangover knocker outer, so maybe it will work for concussions too."
"That's so sweet, thank you."
You gulped the pills down with the can of soda and waited on them to begin working.
Meanwhile, Max opened up a styrofoam container of pancakes and scrambled eggs with bacon.
"You look like a traditional breakfast kind of gal, so I hope this is good."
"It's great, thank you," you replied. "Wait, where's yours?"
"I've already eat, been to the gym and showered, sweetheart."
"What? What time is it?"
"It's one in the afternoon."
"Oh, my God… I slept that late? I need to get ready for-"
"Home. You need to get ready for home. It's Thursday, remember? You have a flight at 4 and I'm going with you to make sure you're okay."
Your mouth hung open. "Flight at 4? You're coming with me?"
"Yes, I am. You have a concussion, baby. I'm not leaving you alone for a minute."
"You've had concussions before and been alone."
"I worry about you more than I do myself."
You flushed at that. It was so sweet.
Of course there was a possibility that he could still be saying what you wanted to hear. But… You shook off your thoughts. No. He was being genuine–you could tell.
Suddenly, you were eager to truly be alone with him at your home.