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And now that I knew I’d be seeing her naked again in a few days, the attraction was getting hard to control.
“Did you have a good day?” I asked, ushering her a little away from the door as my family moved in and out carrying bags in from the car.
“Yeah, it was nice,” she replied, smiling softly. “I think we went to every store in Eugene.”
“Did you find everything you needed?” Her hair was soft against my fingers as I cupped her cheeks. Jesus, why the hell did it feel like I hadn’t seen her in months rather than just a few hours? I was clearly fucking losing it.
“I think so?” She frowned. “We got dark blue decorations. Is that okay? Your mom couldn’t remember your favorite color.”
“I like blue,” I assured her.
“Oh, good.” She sighed and crossed her eyes as her shoulders slumped. I let out a startled chuckle. “I’m so tired.”
“I bet.” I kissed her forehead. “You hungry?”
“Really hungry,” she confirmed sheepishly. Her eyes grew glassy. “But my feet hurt so bad I don’t think I can even walk to the kitchen. That’s why I didn’t help unload the car.”
“Christ,” I muttered, dropping down to one knee. “Lift your foot.”
“I’m not used to cowboy boots,” she said apologetically, bracing one hand on my shoulder as she let me pull the boot off. I rubbed the arch of her foot with my thumbs before setting it on the floor and reaching for the other boot. “The heels are higher than I’m used to.”
As soon as the boots were off, she sighed with relief and I smiled to myself, looking down at her feet. She needed to start wearing socks with some cushion, the tights she had on were so thin it must’ve felt like wearing nothing. Maybe I’d stop by the store and get her some. I wondered if she’d think that was weird.
“Oh.” The word was so quiet that I nearly didn’t hear it, but the tone was enough for me to snap my head back to look at her face.
“What?” I barked. I couldn’t see anything wrong, but her face had paled and her eyes were as wide as saucers, the pupils dilated with pain.
“Cramp,” she breathed, her lips barely moving. She was barely even breathing. “My legs.”
“Which part?” I barked again, reaching for her. I knew before she’d even replied. Both of her calves were as hard as rocks. “You need to stretch them.”
I looked over my shoulder and yelled for my mom. She must’ve heard my panic because she came running.
“What’s wrong?”
“Both of Esther’s legs are cramping.”
“Jesus, Otto,” she said in exasperation. “I thought we were being attacked.”
“Help her,” I ordered, trying to flex Esther’s foot forward as she whimpered.
“I know it hurts like a bitch,” my mom said soothingly as she rubbed Esther’s back. “I got them with all my pregnancies at one point or another. Let Otto stretch them out.”
Five minutes later, Esther was standing normally, her hands in my hair, and I was sweating like I’d run a goddamn marathon.
“Come in when you’re ready to eat,” my mom said before walking away.
“Thank you,” Esther said after she was gone, her hands falling away. “I can’t believe how bad that hurt.”
“Fuck me,” I muttered, leaning my forehead against her belly.
“They’re better now.” She tentatively slid her fingers through my hair again.
“Give me a minute,” I grumbled, gripping her hips.
“I didn’t mean to freak you out,” she said ruefully, letting go of my hair as I leaned back on my heels.
“You need to eat more bananas,” I replied gruffly, getting to my feet. “And drink more water.”
