Chapter 105
Gabriel
I pull the car into the driveway and stop the car; the kids barrel out and I glance over to Sarah, she forces a smile. and I can tell she thinks this is a bad idea.
“Are you ready to be waited on hand and foot, my dear Vee?” I ask.
“Let’s just try and survive, shall we?”
“What are you talking about, I’ve got this in the bag. I get out of the car and go around to her side. This is a piece of
cake.
this
Not a drill, 1 do have the bag. Unbeknownst to Sarah, Mark has already cooked us dinner and it’s in the fridge
waiting for me to heat up. I had too many meetings and didn’t have time today.
I reach in and lift Vee out of the car, she’s torn the ligaments on her left foot as well as broken her left wrist, her hand and forearm are in plaster. It’s a bit of a nightmare, she can’t walk on her foot but then can’t use crutches because of her hand. For the next few weeks, she needs to be carried around…not that I’m complaining. I’ll take any excuse to pick her up and hold her in my arms.
I carry her in through the front door. “Home sweet home, babes.” I look around. “Where do you want to sit?”
“On the couch?”
I gently put her down. “Here you go.”
“Thank you.”
“Watch something.” I hand her the remote. “I’ll grab your stuff out of the car.”
This is my chance to show her how great I am around the house, she’s going to be madly in love with me very soon. I’m going to make sure of it.
I race out to the car and grab her things and a large plastic bag of medication. Her wrist is giving her grief and aching at night, the hospital gave me strict instructions that she is to have medication every four hours. I’m going to set my alarm so I keep on top of it.
I walk back in and take her bags upstairs and straighten up the quilt. I unpack her bag and take the things down to the laundry and throw everything in the washing machine and turn it on.
I’m nailing this domestic shit to the wall.
My phone beeps a text, it’s from Mark
Put the stroganoff into the oven on 325.
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I reply.
On it
I walk back out through the living room. She’s snuggled up with the kids on either side of her. “You okay, Vee?”
“Uh huh.”
“Good. I’m just going to throw some dinner together.”
A frown flashes across her face. “You’re cooking.”
“Yes,” I reply casually. “Of course I’m cooking, I thought you would want a home cooked meal?”
“Oh.” She smiles, impressed. “I do.” Ha!
She’s half in love with me already.
I go into the kitchen and carefully take the pre–prepared beef stroganoff out of the fridge and put it into the oven. I turn the dial on to 325 and hold my breath as the light goes on.
It’s working… Yes!
“What are you cooking?” she calls.
“An old family recipe, beef stroganoff,” I call. “You’ll love it,” “Oh, wow.” I hear her and the kids chatting about
dinner.
Ha, this is brilliant…I text Mark
What time do I heat up the mash?
His reply bounces back in.
Half an hour
Three minutes in microwave.
stir and then another three minutes.
Right…what next?
I walk back out into the living room. “You guys going to have a bath before dinner?” I ask the kids.
“I’ll shower first,” Dom says. He bounces up the stairs..
Sarah’s eyes find mine across the room and I smile proudly, things are going wonderfully.
An hour later, we sit around the dining table. “That was absolutely delicious.” Sarah smiles. “Thank you.”
“I love to cook for my family.” I smile as I begin to collect the dinner plates. “You guys go and chill while I clean up
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the kitchen. The kids disappear, and Sarah looks up at me..
“Do you need Fabio to carry you to bed?”
“Fabio?”
“you!
“You know, Fabio…the sex god?”
“No, I don’t know Fabio.” She gives me a crooked smile. “But I would like to go upstairs if that’s okay without the sex
god.
“Your wish is my command.” I pick her up and she puts her arm around my neck. I feel her touch all the way to the tip of my dick.
Stop it.
