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Wait. What if he wanted to sit and watch television? She’d be in the way if she made it into a sofa bed.
Shoot.
She really wasn’t thinking that well. And her head was thumping so badly. Was it time for more pain medication? She figured it had to be. Turning, she made her way to the kitchen to look for painkillers.
“What are you doing?”
With a small scream, she jumped and turned. A coughing fit overtook her, and she bent over, trying to gasp for air. Tears filled her eyes, dripping down her cheeks.
“Fuck it.” A warm hand rubbed her back, a solid arm creeping around her waist to support her. “Just breathe, baby. You’re all right.”
As she calmed down, Brand lifted her in the air and carried her to the bedroom, setting her down on the bed. He arranged the pillows behind her back so she was supported while she reclined. It was better for her breathing if she didn’t lie flat on her back. Pulling the blankets up, he tucked them around her.
Grabbing the teddy bear, he placed him under the blankets with her.
She was so amazed that she didn’t say anything as he turned away and walked out the door.
Where was he going? He was just leaving her?
He returned with a glass of water and a bottle of painkillers. He sat on the bed, facing her, and held the glass of water to her mouth. Embarrassingly, some of the water dribbled down her chin.
“Sorry,” she muttered as she clumsily swiped at her chin when he drew the glass away.
“Are you saying sorry for getting out of bed on your own?” he asked as he took two pills from the bottle.
“Uh, no?”
“That’s the only thing I’ll accept an apology for,” he told her. “So why were you saying sorry?”
“For being so messy.”
He shook his head. “You’re not messy.”
“I just dribbled water down my chin, not exactly my most attractive moment,” she grumbled.
He tilted her face up with his finger under chin. “Eyes on me when you talk to me, Bumblebee.”
She gaped at him in shock. Not just at the words, but his tone. How did he sound so firm yet gentle at the same time?
“Open your mouth.” He placed the pills on her tongue and then held the glass up again.
She tried to take the glass from him, but he brushed her hands away. “Hands down, you’re not to touch.”
What was going on here?
He always sounded authoritative, but this was different. It was a side of him she’d never seen.
But she craved it. He was looking after her as though she was delicate, precious.
And she loved it.
“We might need to talk about using a sippy cup or baby bottle,” he said as he lowered the glass onto the nightstand.
“Because I’m so messy?”
“I don’t care if you’re messy; it gives me an excuse to clean you up.” He wiggled his eyebrows, and she found herself blushing for some reason.
Was he talking about cleaning up her mouth? Or something else?
