The Beast on My Couch

The chair made it so much easier to transport Alec from the porch to the bed.

"You're a bully," Alec grumbled.

"Hush and tolerate it. You can be in charge next time."

"You promise?"

I dropped a kiss on Alec's cheek as I stopped at the bed.

"I promise."

"No matter what I want to do?"

"What devious plan are you concocting?"

"You promised. Too late to worry about the details now."

"I'm not jumping out of an airplane."

"Too late."

"Alec," I pleaded as I helped him out of his wet jeans and into some sweats.

Alec relaxed back on the pillows. "Hey, I'm ready for those pain relievers now."

"That scared me. The pain on his face scared me. So did the discoloration of his ankle. I gave him the pills and water, then set about making him more comfortable with the foot propped up and iced before making lunch. It was way past the lunch hour, and we'd had a full morning. We needed the calories.