“Nope. Just put that one under my tongue. No butt stuff for me today.”
“Another day then?” She perked up at that.
He laughed again. She loved it when he laughed. He sounded so carefree. “Sorry, Doctor Darling. Not happening.”
She sighed but took his temperature and his blood pressure, ending up by testing his reflexes.
“What’s the verdict?” he asked.
“You are…not dead.”
He grinned then pretended to wipe the sweat from his brow. “Whew. Thank God for that. I was worried for a second there.”
She giggled at his silliness.
“Being dead would have put a real hitch in my plans.”
“What plans?” she asked as he helped her tidy up.
“Why, to marry the most beautiful, gorgeous girl on the planet.” He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her onto his lap. “Nothing is more important than that.”
7
She was so bored.
Being bored wasn’t a good thing for a Little confined to her bed. Thanks to Doc’s medicine and Clint’s somewhat over-the-top care, she was feeling so much better. Her nose was no longer blocked. She didn’t have a headache or a sore throat.
They’d settled into a routine. She’d play and watch T.V. in bed in the mornings while Clint worked in his office, with the baby monitor on to make sure she was behaving herself. They ate every meal together, with him watching her every bite.
Then after lunch, she’d take a nap. Her favorite time of the day came after she woke up. They’d play games or he’d help her color or they’d watch a movie. Then bath and bed. But she was starting to get restless now that she was feeling better.
Unfortunately, Doc and Clint continued to insist that she rest. So she was still stuck in this bed.
It sucked.
Sitting around doing nothing just wasn’t in her nature. Not even Doc’s entertainment box for sick Littles was interesting her anymore
She was feeling good now. And she wanted to know how the wedding plans were coming along. But Clint wouldn’t tell her.
Meanie.
Right now, though, Clint wasn’t around. She knew he had some phone calls to make in his office. She just needed to find her phone so she could text the reception place and perhaps the florist. And maybe the cake decorator.
At least she’d been allowed to have her dress fitting. Unfortunately, she had lost a bit of weight so it had to be taken in slightly, but the woman had told her it would be ready in time.
She started by searching the bedroom and wardrobe. Where could he have stashed it?
Too obvious, Charlie.
She stood and stepped out of the bedroom. Shoot. She turned back, remembering the baby monitor. She could ‘accidentally’ knock it over but that would just make him come fix it.
Same thing if she turned it off.
What about if she made it look like she was sleeping? It was a risk. She was going to be in trouble if he found out. But she just needed a few minutes to check the living room and kitchen. Without giving herself any more time to think, she quickly shoved a couple of pillows under the covers to make it look like she was sleeping.
Her bottom tingled, almost in warning.
She got it. This was a bad, bad idea.