“I know, baby.” Luan presses his lips to mine. “But think about how grateful little Sage and Ash will be when you can carry them around andnotcomplain about having a dead arm.”
I sigh. “You really do have our entire life planned out, don’t you?”
He nods. “I am open to discuss the names, but I am pretty sure that whatever you will suggest won’t be nearly as good as Sage and Ash.”
“I think we should go with Blue and Peach.” I don’t really think that, but Luan’s reaction makes saying this worth it.
Luan scrunches his face up with what seems to be him trying not to look disgusted. “Really?” I nod. “Might as well go for Kid A and Kid B then.”
“Kid A and Kid B has a nice ring to it.”
“Oh, you think you’re so funny, huh, Grey Davis?” He steps closer to me, laying his hands on my hips.
“The funniest,” I answer.
Luan’s face comes even closer to mine, to the point where I can feel his hot breath roll over my skin. “Maybe in another universe.”
I lean forward to kiss my boyfriend, but that guyswervesme. “Do your exercise, and you’ll get a kiss.” He presses his lips to my cheek and takes two steps back.
“Rewards for a good job, I see.”
“If you ever start to take your physical therapy seriously, maybe you’d actually do a good job someday. But as of now, it’ll be a kiss to reward your participation.”
Harsh, much. “I am injured, you’re supposed to be nice to me.” I wish I could cross my arms right now. Well, I can, in some ways, but it won’t have the same effect when it looks wobbly and uncomfortable.
So instead, I sigh and lift my arm to a ninety-degree angle, my palm against the doorframe, ready to feel the pain that I know is about to flood my whole body.
“I’ll be nice when you deserve nice. Now, twist your body.”
I do. I twist my body to the outside, increasing the stretch until I can feel that stupid pain.
Apparently Luan can see the pain on my face because he slightly turns me back around then lowers my arm a bit. “Stop overdoing it. This isn’t supposed to hurt.”
See, it has its advantage that my boyfriend did sports medicine in college to become a PTA, so he knows his fair share of what I’m supposed to do and what not. It allows me to do physical therapy at home and only check in with my DPT every once in a while. It’s also a lot more fun than having a stranger tell me what to do. However, I thought Luan wouldn’t take all of this too seriously.
He does.
“I know you want to get this whole process over with but going too far too soon is only worsening your injuries.” Luan lays the softest fucking kiss known to mankind to my lips, then steps back. “I know something else that might keep you motivated though.”
“I can only be bribed with kisses or sex.” I miss sex, okay, sue me. It’s not like we’re not having any, but let’s just say my arm that seems to be completely useless doesn’t make things very easy. Especially when Luan hates to be on top inanyway, so we’re very limited to things my arm allows us to do. But the good thing is, I broke my left arm. I am right-handed.
Luan winks, then turns around and walks toward the exit of the gym.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“I just need a little helping tool.”
Oh?
???
“You know, when you said ahelping tool, I thought of lube.”
Luan snickers. “I know, that’s why I said it.”
The second I feel a pinch of pain in my arm, I drop the ball that I am supposed to press up against the wall, internally cussing myself out.
I feel so… weak. Holding up a stupid soccer ball isnothing, and yet it’s too much for me. I hate this.
