“Levi.” I pull back a little and look into his blue eyes. “I know. You would never hurt me.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too. So, let’s finish this up and go watch some hockey.” I swat his ass as I walk past him and finish helping put the leftovers away.
When we are all done, we head into the living room where Victor has fallen asleep in his chair. I can’t help the yawn. I’m more tired than I realized.
“Wanna take a nap?” Levi whispers and I nod.
“A real one, this time.”
Chapter Eight
Levi
When I wake up, I groan. I feel terrible. My head hurts and I’m already tired when I just woke up. Presley cuddles into me, but I lean away as I start coughing. Plopping back onto my pillow, Presley props herself up on her elbow to look at me.
“I’m sick,” I tell her.
She has the nerve to smirk. “I gathered.” The smirk falls away when she presses the back of her hand against my forehead. “You’re burning up, Levi. I’m going to check your temperature.” She goes to my bathroom and comes back with a thermometer. Her frown deepens as she says, “102.”
I groan again and cough a few more times. “You should get out while you can. It’s probably the flu and I can’t have you getting it or my dad.”
“I can take care of you.”
“Nope. Keep an eye on my dad, okay?”
She kisses my forehead. “I’ll figure out a way to keep an eye on you both.”
I roll away from her and close my eyes. The sounds of her moving around and changing mix with my coughing. Some time after she walks out, I doze off. I don’t know how long I sleep, but Smarty wakes me up and I slightly jump at the sight of her. She wiggles her glove-covered fingers and she’s wearing a mask.
“What the hell?”
“This is how I’m going to take care of you both. Victor wants to know if you’re hungry.”
I shake my head. “You look ridiculous.”
“I don’t care. Sit up. I have some medicine for you.” She gives me something to take and then she kisses my forehead through her mask. “Are you sure you’re not hungry?”
“Positive.”
“You look terrible,” she whispers, pushing my hair away from my face.
“Well, you look ridiculous. Sit down.”
She settles in next to me and I rest my head in her lap. Smarty runs her fingers through my hair. It feels weird since she’s wearing gloves, but it’s still soothing. I’m just so tired and my head is pounding. Before long, I hear her stomach growl.
“You should eat,” I mumble. “Shouldn’t be in here anyway. Dad needs the company.”
“I’m going to eat, but I’ll be right back.”
I fall asleep while she’s gone. When she comes back, I rest my head in her lap again, telling her she should be with my dad. But apparently, one of his friends that he’ll go fishing with is visiting him. I want to object to her being here, but she’s wearing her gloves and mask and she’s somehow making me feel just a little better.
“I love you,” I murmur. “Thank you for this. Even if you look crazy.”
“Anytime, Levi. Feeling any better?”
“No. Less talking, Smarty.”