She quirks her brow. She’s definitely got the Mum look down. Smudge and I are never going to get away with anything.
“Are you washing your hair?”
“I uh—tried, but I couldn’t lift my arms.”
She sucks in a breath and her eyes widen. “Jackson,” she whispers before tugging the curtain back further.
I watch as she takes her glasses off and places them on the counter next to a box of pills. Her t-shirt comes next and my eyes instinctively drop to her heavy breasts, the swell of our daughter underneath them. A few days ago we found out we were having a little girl and today I thought I’d broken my back. My heart shudders at the thought of just how badly today could have gone.
My mind runs and I barely notice until she climbs in next to me. “Rosie, what?—”
“Shh,” she says, running her cool hands over my skin. The contrast of the hot shower and her cool hands are soothing and I let her explore my back, only wincing when she reaches the tender spot.
“Here?” she mumbles. I can only nod, my eyes shut tightly.
“I’ll be okay. The medic said I just need to rest.”
She brushes my damp hair away from my face and nods. “It’s okay.”
She reaches behind me for the shampoo, gently combing it through my hair. Her nails scratch at my scalpand I let my eyes drift shut, enjoying the motion. She lifts the shower head out of the holder and uses it on my hair so I don’t have to move too much.
“This shower is way too small for you,” Rosie says, as if the thought has just occurred to her.
I chuckle. “Baby, this whole apartment is too small for me.”
“It’s a normal size apartment,” she defends. “You’re just oversized.”
My arms are loose enough now to curve my arms around her, pulling her wet, naked body to mine. “Nowhere else I’d rather be.”
She curls her arms around my neck and gently cuddles into me. I can tell she’s avoiding putting all her weight on me.
“Come on, we can get out now,” she says into my neck.
My dick pokes against her skin and I let out a low breath.
Her head shoots up. “Did that hurt?”
“No,” I sigh, “I’m horny now but realistically there’s just no way.”
She laughs breathlessly. “Down, boy.”
She delicately steps out of the shower before my brain catches up to offer her a hand, and when she turns to help me out, I shoo her away and copy her movements. “This feels backwards.”
She snickers as she wraps a fluffy towel around herself and then grabs one for me, helping me into it and wrapping me up. I’m six foot five, two hundred pounds and she’s wrapping me up in a pink fluffy towel. “You’re always looking after me. Let me look after you for once.”
I can’t argue with that.
I follow her into the bedroom where she pulls outboxers from the drawer I’ve taken to leaving my clothes in. I pull them on quickly, not willing to bend over more than necessary.
“Lie down,” she tells me, gently pushing at my arm until I’m sitting on the end of the bed.
I send her a bemused smile as I do what I’m told, allowing myself to be tucked in. “Are you going to get in with me?”
She ignores me. “I’ll get your meds. Stay here.”
I drum my fingers on the bed and stare up at the ceiling. I hope she doesn’t take too long. I love her bedroom but it’s very much a room for sleeping, with the bed, wardrobe and dresser almost filling the room. She’s already measured the space to the side of the bed for Smudge’s bassinet, but there’s barely enough space to swing a cat in here. I’m debating getting up and grabbing my phone from the bathroom to see if the email I’m waiting on has arrived, when I hear a faint curse and rustling from the direction of the living room.
“Rosie?” I call through the open door. “Can I get up now? I’m feeling much better.”
