I shut up.
Then I grumbled, “This sucks that we can’t celebrate our impending nuptials by doing the nasty.”
Mike had no reply so I kept griping.
“And it’s no fair you saying I can’t bitch because I’m tied to this bed and yet you get to be in a bad mood because you aren’t getting any.”
“I’ll only get in a bad mood if Debbie doesn’t stop rearin’ her ugly head, you stop bitching and jerking around like you didn’t get shot three weeks ago and you also stop talking about having sex or the fact we can’t.”
I shut up again.
Then I asked, “What else is there to talk about?”
“Nothin’,” Mike answered. “So read a book. I bought you twenty of them.”
“I don’t read,” I told him.
“Then use this golden opportunity to pick up a new hobby,” he shot back.
“Is this us? Are we going to become Bicky and Bickrum McBickerson?” I fumed and Mike burst out laughing.
Layla lifted her head and panted happily in his direction.
I glared at Mike’s dog. Then I glared at Mike.
“I wasn’t being funny,” I snapped.
“Yeah you were,” Mike said, still laughing.
I shut up again.
Then I bit out, “I forgot to tell you, I like the ring. It’s beautiful. Probably way too expensive but I’ll only mention that in passing so you won’t get pissed off. And Jerra oo’ed and ah’ed over it for fifteen whole minutes.”
“Pleased you like the ring, Angel. Best part is you rappin’ that information out to me like you just told me the Chinese invaded and their unforeseen attack is ruining our dinner plans.”
I glared at him again.
Then what he said penetrated and I felt the smile spread on my face.
Then I shared, “Bickering with you is fun.”
“That’s good because I’m sensing we got a lifetime of it.”
My body started shaking and Mike’s good humor fled as his eyes moved to my chest and he scowled.
I fought back the laughter and whispered, “Mike, I’m past the point where I can’t laugh. Trust me. I know.”
And I did. When Jerra and Hunter showed the day after I was shot and Jerra made me laugh in the hospital, it hurt like a bitch. They left their kids with Hunter’s parents and Hunter had to go back. But Jerra stayed after declaring she was in for the long haul and, as ever with Jerra, she did not lie.
His eyes came back to me and his scowl cleared.
I kept whispering when I assured him, “I’m gonna be okay.”
His eyes moved over my face then he reached out a hand and glided his fingers along my jaw.
That felt sweet.
Then he dropped his hand to the bed and whispered, “Yeah.”
“And soon, we’ll be able to have sex again.”
He grinned and repeated, “Yeah.”
“And after that, we’ll get married.”
Mike just kept grinning at me.
I kept talking.
“Then we’ll make babies.”
Mike’s grin got bigger.
My hand went from Layla to cover his on the bed, his twisted and his fingers curled around mine.
“I love you, Jonathan Michael Haines.”
His hand gave me a squeeze.
Then he whispered, “Yeah.”
He might just have said, “yeah”.
But his beautiful eyes, so close, staring deep into mine, told me a whole lot more.