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He pushed me onto the bed, and I started picking items out of the basket as he slipped the ridiculously soft socks onto my feet.
“Oh, yeah, that can be cooled or heated up,” Detroit said as I lifted a heavy eye mask. “To help with the headache,” he explained. “There’s another bigger one for your shoulder too.”
“This is all too much,” I said as I pulled out a piece of chocolate, unwrapped it, and stuck it in my mouth.
“Not even close,” Detroit said. “There is one more thing. But we’re gonna give it to you in the morning,” he said as he moved the basket to the nightstand, so I could pick through it, but also get under the covers.
He flicked the new blanket over me, handed me the new Squishmallow, then joined me in bed.
“Tell me again,” he demanded, voice soft as we both settled in.
I didn’t need to ask what he meant.
“I love you,” I told him.
“Think I’ve been waiting my whole life to hear that outta the mouth of the right woman,” he said. “I love you too,” he added, pressing a kiss to my temple.
Not much was said after that.
It had to be closing in at one in the morning. Maybe even later. It had been a hell of a day. We were both exhausted.
Or, at least, I was.
I passed out quickly.
I didn’t realize he didn’t too until I woke up the next morning to find him red-eyed, like he hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep.
Like, maybe, he’d been up all night watching me to make sure I was okay.
God, if I didn’t already love the man, I would have fallen hard and fast with him at the first light of that morning.
“How’re you feeling?” he asked, brushing some hair out of my eye.
“Achy,” I admitted. “But the headache seems better.”
“Don’t be surprised if you’re a little dizzy today,” he said. “So try to move slow,” he told me.
“I’m not the most graceful on my best of days, so that is probably good advice,” I said. “What time is it?”
“Eight or so,” he told me. “You could go back to sleep.”
“I want coffee,” I said. “And breakfast. And to know what my other present is,” I added.
Admittedly, it was that third thing that was going to get me out of bed.
I’m not ashamed to admit that I loved presents and surprises as a whole. Even the littlest of things. My mom used to drop me off a muffin at the gym when she took a coffee break from work, and I swear my whole day was great after that.
There was just somethingtoknowing people loved you and were randomly thinking about you enough to buy you something or bring you something.
“Luckily for you, Raff got up this morning and went to get French toast at the diner.”
“He didn’t,” I said, already salivating at the thought.
“He did. Should still be hot, too.”
“Then I better get a move on,” I said, throwing the covers off a bit dramatically with my good arm.
“Slowly,” Detroit reminded me as he got off the bed too, hovering over me as I got to my feet, like he might need to catch me at any moment.
