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“Hey, little Darlin’”I walk into Indy’s room to find her in the same spot she was when I left her this morning, and it kills me. She doesn’t move to acknowledge me, just lying in her bed facing the wall. I walk around her bed and crouch down in front of her. Her eyes are red and irritated, and her lips are cracked. Her hair, which I love so much, is snarled from days of laying on the pillow.
“Indy,” I run my thumb over her cheek and watch her eyes shutter. It’s the first reaction I’ve gotten from her in days. “I made you a present,” I say softly, suddenly feeling embarrassed. I feel a little old to be making gifts for my girlfriend. But she blinks her eyes and moves her head to look at me as if I’ve grabbed her attention. That gesture is enough to make me want to cry.
“What?” Her voice is hoarse, weak, and barely audible.
I give her a small smile. “Let me take care of you and get you fed. Then you can have it.” She looks skeptical until I hold out my pinky. The faintest whisper of a smile appears on her tired face as her cool pinky wraps around mine.
Standing up, I walk over to her dresser and pull out panties and a set of pajamas I bought for her yesterday. I just pulled them out of the dryer and folded them before coming here. Hopefully, she likes the penguin-themed flannel set. I set them on the corner of her bed before walking into her shower and turning on the water. I stop when I realize she’s not going to be able to shower on her own, and there is zero chance that after laying down for so long, she will have the energy to stand. I shut off the shower before walking back through her room and across the hall to my main bathroom, where I have a large shower and tub. A tub I’ve never used, but I remember it being something that would add value to the home, so I put it in. This is the first time I’m thankful for doing it.
I turn on the taps and get it to a warm temperature, not hot like I prefer, but I remember reading that heat, including hot showers and baths, can exacerbate MS symptoms. Once it’s at a comfortable temperature, I grab a basket from inside my towel closet, empty the contents and walk back to Indy’s bathroom. I gather her loofa, body wash, shampoo and conditioner, and the rest of her hygiene products, tossing them all in the basket. Walking back into her bedroom, I see she’s refocused on the wall again.
“Come on, Darlin,” I whisper, taking the blanket off her. She shivers softly as I lean down and scoop her up into my arms.
“I don’t want to…” she moans softly against my neck.
“Can we just try?” I ask as I set her on the toilet seat lid in the bathroom.
“I can’t,” she sobs weakly. “Not alone.” I stare at her for a moment before sighing and standing. I kick off my shoes and socks before removing my shirt. “What are you doing?” She asks as I slide my pants and boxers off.
“I’m getting in with you. I’ll take care of you, I promise.” Indy nods and allows me to remove her old pajamas. I walk over and grab her toothbrush and paste before turning and crouching in front of her. “Open up, baby,” I see the shame on her face and hold her cheek as I brush her teeth. “Did you think less of my mama when you had to help clean up her messes, change, or bathe her?” I ask softly and hand her a cup of water so she can swish it in her mouth before spitting it back into the cup.
“Of course not.” She states brows wrinkled. “Your mom is so sweet and amazing. I felt honored to help her and your dad. She’s a strong woman that just needed some help.”
“Exactly,” I whisper, kissing her forehead. “And you are too. You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever met, and I feel honored to be able to help you.” I watch her eyes go glassy, and she moves her head away. Deciding now isn’t the time to push, I stand and lift her up and step into the tub. I let the water hit me first so I can ensure it’s a comfortable temperature. I stand Indy up, arm wrapped firmly around her waist, as I reach out and grab the removable shower head.
“Can you hold this for a second?” I whisper into her ear before handing it to her and lowering myself into the tub. I reach up and grip her, helping her rest in between my spread thighs while taking the shower head and beginning the task of running the water over her body and through her thick hair. I feel her fingers curl over my knees as she rests her head on my chest. I set the shower head down by my side while I grab her shampoo and massage the product into her scalp. She lets out a soft moan.
I glare at my cock, daring that mother fucker to so much as twitch.She needs help, you sick bastard! We aren’t taking advantage of this situation!
Once I finish with her hair, leaving the conditioner in, I grab her loofah and her body wash and begin washing her small body while going over the step-by-step instructions of cleaning a fish to keep my cock at bay… it’s not working.
I hear a light giggle and I look at her face. “What?” I ask as she chuckles softly again.
“Each time I feel like your boner can’t get harder, it does.”
“Oh my god,” I groan, embarrassment filling my body. “Listen, it-it’s not that I’m thinking… Fuck, I’m sorry I’m not trying to be a pervert.” Indy rests her head against my chest and smiles up at me.
“I know.” She whispers softly. “I know it’s a natural reaction, and it’s the comedic relief I need right now.”
“Well,” I cough uncomfortably. “I can honestly say my dick has never been called comedic relief before.” Indy snorts lightly.
“Good, I wouldn’t want to get jealous because someone else found humor in your junk.” I can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of my chest as I rinse the conditioner from her hair.
“I really don’t like you right now.” I tease as I finish cleaning her. Once done, I dry her off, wash her face, and carry her to the bedroom. After putting on her panties and moisturizer, I put on her pajamas, causing her to gasp.
“Are these my present?” She asks, her eyes round. I furrow my brows.
“No, I mean, I got them for you, but no, baby. I told you I made you something.” I wrap the top around her and start buttoning up the front. I reach the top button, and Indy leans forward, pressing her lips to mine. Fuck. I haven’t felt her lips in days, and I had no idea how much I missed them.
“Thank you,” she whispers. “For everything.” I kiss her forehead.
“Come on, let’s order some food, and I’ll show you what I made.”
Chapter31
Indy
