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"I was trying to teach him to say cheeky bugger, but he seems to be confined to two syllables."

"Cheeky!"

I laughed until I groaned and held my ribs.

"Asshole!"

"Enough, Philip. Good bird." Noah turned and kissed Philip's beak. My heart ached in all sorts of new places. This man was everything I needed in my life.

"You need to eat," Noah said and set the plate on my lap. "I make a mean sandwich."

I plowed through the layers of rye bread, turkey slices, cheese, and tomatoes. I hadn't realized how hungry I was. Noah sat on the bed with me, leaned against the headboard, stroking my leg, chatting with Philip as I ate. I felt at peace, enjoying the feeling of home.

With Noah at my side.

The next couple of weeks were rocky at times as we adjusted to living with each other. We'd both anticipated that would be the case. By the end of each day, we always made sure we'd cleared up whatever had been bothering us as we combined our routines.

Most days, though, Noah was beyond what I could have imagined in a partner. He had us curled up on the couch tonight watching Jeopardy. Turns out, we both love game shows.

He'd made popcorn. After shouting answers, laughing, and teasing each other, we'd cuddle as close as my casts would allow and switch to watching movies.

Today had been a bath day. Early evening, Noah had wrapped cling wrap around my casts and helped me into the tub. My leg and one arm dangling over the edge as he washed my body and shampooed my hair. Along with it being easier for me to pee into a container that Noah would then empty, my days with him had been humbling, being that helpless.

But Noah was always able to distract me by filling me in on stories from the pub. He went in for two hours each night, while my brother sat with me. I'd begun pressuring Charlie to allow me to hang out on my own while Noah was at work. I could get around to all the places I needed to go. Bentley was fine for a few hours, Noah taking him out right before he left for work.

Noah had come home around nine tonight and we'd started our evening, tuning into a streaming channel of endless game shows. He ate the last piece of popcorn and slipped off the couch. "Keep shouting out answers," he demanded.

I grinned as I looked down at him on his hands and knees at my feet. He slid my leg with the cast along the coffee table and nudged my other leg over. His two strong hands gripped the elastic of my sweatpants and eased them off my hips. Noah liked being down there as I continued to watch whatever game show we had on. He fondled my soft cock as he sucked one of my balls into his mouth. I grunted but kept my attention on the show.

"What is Budapest!" I shouted.

Noah grinned around my sac. As he suckled it, he gazed up at me, blinking his lashes, looking like the most beautiful man in existence. He moved from one to the other.

I'd missed a clue.

I listened to the next one.

"What is Lake Erie!"

Noah hummed and released my ball. "Huron. What is Lake Huron."

"Close enough."

"Owen Sound is not on Lake Erie."

"Fine."

Noah laughed and ran his tongue around my emerging cockhead. It wasn't long until he had me spilling down his throat, the rest of the show passing without our notice.

Two nights later, Noah decided to stay home. His manager Maddy was handling things at the pub. He trusted her implicitly. She'd offered to do the staff scheduling.

It was an awesome transformation to witness, Noah trusting people to run his business, no longer fixated on its perfection. The changes we had made together weeks ago were keeping the pub in the black. The staff was happy, and the place was almost always packed.

He had started measuring that as being a success.

We were expecting Liam to come by tonight. He wasn't working but he'd picked up our dinner from the pub and was bringing it to us. Noah, in all his preciousness, had tried cooking for us. It was a disaster. The only thing he could make was soup and sandwiches and that had worn thin.

We'd been ordering from the pub every night; Noah bringing it home with him.

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