Page 113 of Tiers of Joy

“I would like to see you back in fourteen days just to check that everything is okay. Other than that, please, if you feel any pain or twinges, ring us or come straight in. Now Dad, it’s down to you to look after Mom. You’ve got to do the cooking and the cleaning. Make sure she doesn’t lift a finger.” The doctor orders.

“Of course.” Gaige nods.

“Great. I’m going to either starve or get food poisoning.” I complain. The doctor looks at me questioningly.

“He can’t cook for shit.” I clarify.

“Ah, well, in that case I suggest takeout or family.” She smiles.

“Any other questions before you go?” She asks.

“Um, yes. Are we okay to have sex?” I ask.

The doctor looks a little surprised by my question.

“Wait a couple of days just to be sure. Then you’re good to have sex. I don’t normally have the moms asking me that question, it’s normally the fathers.” She states.

“He’s a really great lay.” I smile.

Gaige coughs a laugh.

“I bet.” The doctor laughs.

“Come on, let’s get you home to rest before you start telling the whole hospital about our sex life.” Gaige teases as he helps me into the wheelchair.

“Don’t be silly. Why would I tell everyone about our amazing sex life?!” I say loudly. I turn to the nurses and mouth the words ‘huge’ and accentuate with my hands.

“Woman I will spank that ass!” Gaige growls in my ear.

I giggle.

“You can’t do anything to my ass for a few days.” I taunt.

“Countdown beautiful.” He threatens.

“Promises, promises.” I smile. All I can think about is how else can I tease him over the next few days.

We pull up outside the house and Gaige refuses to let me walk. He carries me upstairs to bed.

I get changed into my leggings and tank top and pile my hair on my head. I lay in bed flicking through the TV. Gaige is downstairs making lunch. I just hope he doesn’t burn the house down in the process.

Frustrated there’s nothing on I dump the remote and get up to grab my e-reader.

“What are you doing out of bed?” Gaige asks, carrying a tray in.

“I was just getting my e-reader.” I say, holding my hands up in defence.

I climb back into bed and Gaige places the tray down. I smile.

“Sub rolls.” I say grabbing one and taking a bite. “Hhmm, yum.”

“Salami, ham, cheese, salad, mustard, and mayo.” Gaige says taking a bite of his own roll.

“Okay, you can't cook but you can make a real good sandwich.” I state.

I lean over and kiss him.

“You feeling okay beautiful?” He asks.

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