It was a mess.He supposed they’d eventually have to talk about it.
He had no idea what he was going to do if JP asked him to leave.Or if he’d had to get a job and find daycare for the kids…
“Don’t look so glum.Tell me how I can help.”
“Tell me about the restaurant.Tell me what you’re doing and cookie.”
“And cookie?Are you hungry, honey?”She giggled and bumped their shoulders again.“I know you meant cooking, but it was a great Freudian slip.I’ve put a scallops tartar on the menu.And it rocks.”
“Really?How cool is that?”His cheeks were burning.“And you know what?I sort of am hungry.You want to go get some fries or something in a bit?The kids would like that.”
“Ooo, there’s that McDonald’s on the way home.”
He snorted.That McDonald’s would more than double the time it took to get home, but fries sounded amazing.Hot, salty goodness.“Sounds perfect.Maybe we can share a chocolate shake too.”
And he wouldn’t even bring JP anything.
He was fine by himself.
ChapterSeven
Bored.Bored.And even more bored.
JP did his PT and walked with the walker the ten minutes every four hours like he was supposed to.The PT wasn’t bad; the walking was not fun at all.At all.He was pretty sure he was supposed to feeling better than this now, so he was going to mention it when he saw his doctor in a couple days.He kept walking though because they’d told him if his legs seized up he’d never get proper movement out of them again, and that would make walking difficult, let alone skating recreationally.It was why they hadn’t casted him in the first place.
But that was about it.All he could do other than that was read to the kids, watch movies with the kids… and he didn’t mind doing that – they were great kids.They were his kids.But even with the cleaner and buying meals a few nights a week, he still hardly saw much of Ian.And so he was out of sorts as well as bored.Fuck, he’d turned into a whiner throwing himself a pity party on the regular.
“Daddy, can I kiss Dad goodnight?”
“Yes, Tori.Let him get done with his walk.I don’t want you making him fall.”
“Iwouldn’t.”
“Youmight.”
“I’m almost back to the bed, Tori.Give me a minute.”Because he could totally see her bowling him over by accident.
“How many is a minute, Daddy?”
“A minute is sixty seconds.”
Peter gasped.“So long?”
Ian’s laughter rang out.“Let’s set a timer and see!”
“If you’re going to time me, I’d better hurry up.”He tried not to let the strain show in his voice, but it was late in the day, and he hadn’t wanted to do this last walk around the house at all.
“We’re just going to see how long a minute is.”
“Yeah.A minute to kiss Dad!”Tori’s bare feet slapped the ground.
“That makes me sound like a prize.”And he didn’t have a problem with that.
“See, guys?One minute.When it dings, it’ll be over.”Ian appeared a minute later.“Hey, do you need help?”
“No, I need to be able to get in and out of bed on my own.”He tried not to grunt, but he did, loudly.Still, he managed to get up into the bed, and get his legs up, too, ready for Tori and Peter.
The timer went off, and then Tori and Peter came running in.“It’s a minute!”
