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“Sweetheart, you’ve been busy resting. Having you sit on my cock when you’re better will be the best Valentine's Day gift you could ever give me.”
I chuckle. “Consider it anIOUPthen.”
He gives me a pointed look. “I don’t know what that means.”
“I Owe You Pussy.” I shrug, and he snorts. I rip open the paper and pull out black lace lingerie that’s more for decoration than support. “This is gorgeous.”
He smirks as I hold it up to my body. “And I can’t wait to peel it off with my teeth.”
“Mmm. It’s a date. As soon as the doctor releases me forstrenuousactivities—which better be sooner rather than later.” Because I’m ready to sit on his lap right now.
“Don’t worry, time will fly,” he tells me.
I kiss him and thank him for the gift, flowers, and breakfast. He really is too sweet.
We sit at the table and dig into our food. It tastes amazing, and I nearly inhale it down. Once we’re done, Archer cleans up.
“What are your plans today?” he asks while rinsing the dishes.
“Oh ya know, sitting on the couch, scrolling through Netflix, and throwing snacks at Sassy,” I say with flat amusement. He turns to give me a look, and I chuckle. “Fine. Besides that, I have some orders to place and want to research the spring trends, so I’ll scroll through Instagram and other sites. You could help me pick out some guy’s clothing that you like if you wanna help?”
He chuckles. “Sure, sounds like fun.”
Since I can’t be at the boutique, I do what I can from home. I’m trying to be proactive and stay positive. One good thing that’s come out of this has been having time to plan out my launches for the next six months. Though I still get fatigued quickly, I can be on my laptop for a few hours before I have to take a break.
Most of my day is spent on the couch staring at my computer screen, and I have to force myself to get up and walk around. Being in one place for too long isn’t helpful and makes me sore. Archer brings me my meds when the pain becomes unbearable and takes Sassy out when she goes to the back door.
Once the sun sets, Archer goes to the kitchen.
“Whatcha makin’?” I peek my head up and meet his eyes.
“It’s a surprise,” he tells me. “Need anything right now?”
“I’d love to down a bottle of wine, but you know…” I point at my stomach. Since I’m on pain meds, that means no alcohol.
He chuckles. “Not too much longer.”
“I hope you’re right,” I say, then busy myself on my laptop again.
An hour passes and the house smells amazing. Archer has been working hard on whatever he’s preparing, and I can’t wait to taste it. When I hear him setting the table, I take it as my cue to stand but can’t pop up as easily as I’m used to.
Once I’m in the kitchen, my eyes widen at the view. Two plates are filled with spaghetti and meatballs and garlic bread.
“Archer,” I gasp. “You’ve completely outdone yourself.”
He pulls out my chair and lowers the overhead lights. “I promised to make it for you one day. Today seemed like the perfect time.”
I swallow hard, remembering when he mentioned it all those months ago. We’ve come so damn far since then. “This is so sweet, thank you.”
“Anything for you, baby,” he says, sitting across from me.
As soon as I taste the meatballs and garlic tomato sauce, I moan.
Archer lifts his brow. “That’s music to my ears.”
“This”—I point down at the plate—“is orgasmic.”
He grins. “I’m glad. I was scared it wouldn’t taste the same, but it does. Brings back a lot of good memories.” His gaze meets mine. “And making it for you gives me new ones.”
