Page 75 of Muskoka Miracle
“Hey, come here.”
She backed away. “Don’t kiss me. I just threw up.”
Okay, then. A hug would have to do. He took his time with that, then murmured, “Is this a new bra?”
“Why?”
“Because you’re feeling a little fuller than normal.”
She looked at her chest. “I feel more sore.” She winced.
“Are you okay? Do you need to lie down?”
“I’m so sorry. I just feel so tired, and I had a big headache today, so I didn’t clean up like I’d planned, and—”
“Hey, it’s okay. Go sit down, put your feet up. I’ve got this.”
“Thank you.” She nuzzled his jaw with her cheek, then staggered to the sofa.
He rushed to grasp her arm, steady her feet. “Whoa.”
She sank onto the sofa. “Sorry. I feel so gross.”
“Close your eyes. It’s all good.”
She obeyed, and he found a blanket and laid it over her. Poor thing. She didn’t seem good at all.
He looked at the meal she’d started cooking, and salvaged what he could. By the time it was cooked, she still hadn’t stirred. Hmm. This definitely wasn’t the welcome home he’d envisaged.
He went over and gently shook her awake. “Hey, Princess, how’s your headache?”
She wrinkled her nose. “It’s mostly gone.”
“Are you ready to eat?”
She yawned. Then covered her mouth and winced again. “I’m so sorry. I’m not hungry at all.”
“Want to keep me company while I eat then?”
“Sure.”
He helped her up, and she clung to him, arms around his waist.
“I’m sorry for being such a wussy little dandelion.”
He laughed. “You can be my wussy little dandelion any time you like.”
She sank into the kitchen stool, while he plated his meal. “So how was the skills camp?”
“Good.” He told her about the defensive skills he’d taught alongside Brendan and Marc.
He moved to the dining table, prayed, then ate. He felt bad to be the only one eating, but she still looked too pale. “Are you sure you’re okay? Have you seen a doctor?”
“I don’t think there’s any point. They’ll just tell me to sleep better.” She brightened marginally. “Which I probably will now, now that you’re home.”
“You don’t mind me snoring?”
“You don’t snore too bad. It’s when you steal the blankets that I have a problem.”
