Page 51 of Imperfection is Beauty

Me –Every day that ends with y.

What I didn’t include in that text message was that it would be every day that ends in y where you’re concerned.

But I didn’t say that.

She wasn’t ready.

And we really needed to get to know each other on another level.

Pocketing my phone when she didn’t say anything back, I drove to her apartment.

Once I parked beside her cute two-door SUV, I climbed out, tagged the bags, and then walked into her building, and ignored the elevator.

Taking the steps two at a time, the moment I was outside her door, I shot her a text.

It took a few minutes, but I heard the locks go, and then… there she was.

Her auburn hair was up in a messy bun that was hanging half up and half down on the side of her head. Her gorgeous eyes were bloodshot. Her nose looked like Rudolph and her voice, I winced.

“Hey you,” she croaked.

Wincing, I looked down at her and smiled, “Hey shortcake. You. Couch. Now.”

I knew she was really feeling bad when she didn’t say a word but did as I said.

Or… perhaps it was something else entirely… maybe… no… she’s sick. Don’t go there.

At least… not yet anyway.

Once I made sure she had her perfect ass on the couch, I locked the door and then headed into the kitchen.

She smiled, “So, what did you get me?”

I looked at her then nodded, then I reached into the bag and grabbed the first thing I found, “First, I got you two boxes of Kleenex. One has lotion on it, and the other has Vic’s. Which would you like first?”

“Honestly, I’m so stuffy, I’ll take the Vic’s.” Nodding, I set it to the side to take to her.

“Now, would you rather have cherry-flavored cough drops or lemon with honey?” I showed her the two bags.

“Cherry. Please.” I nodded then put the bag with the Vicks Kleenex.

“Tea or Hot Chocolate?”

“I would say the hot chocolate but I’m afraid of throwing up because of the milk. So, I’ll take the tea.” Nodding, I set it aside as well.

Then, I got the medicine, “Okay, do you want pills or liquid?”

She tilted her head to the side and asked, “Will they make me sleepy?”

I looked down at the bottle, then nodded, “The pills won’t. but the liquid will.”

“Pills, please. I’d rather be awake while you’re here.” she said softly.

And then, had I not been paying attention to her every word, I would have missed what she said next, and even softer, “I don’t want to miss a single second of you.”

So as to not let on that I had heard her, I sat the pills with her yes, pile.

Then pulled out the cans of soup. “Okay, now for the tough question. Do you want chicken noodle soup? Chicken noodle soup with stars? Hearty beef burger? Or beef burger and mixed vegetables?”

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