He shakes his head and rolls his eyes as he walks up the hall to Natasha’s bedroom. He stands at the door as he takes a stethoscope from his pocket. I quickly scoot past him and pull the blankets up over her. It is just getting dark so I flick on the side lamp.

He smirks at me. “You know I’m a doctor right?”

I nod. “Yeah, I know. I also know you’re a sex maniac.”

He rolls his eyes.

I smile and bend to kiss Tash on the side of the face again as I gently take a seat beside her with my coffee.

He picks up her hand and starts to take her pulse.

“What time will she wake up?” I ask.

He shrugs. “Between twelve and sixteen hours after she was sedated.”

“Do you think she has a brain tumour?” I ask.

He smiles as his eyes stay on her face. “No.”

“Do you think she has brain cancer?”

He shakes his head again. “No.” He widens his eyes at me.

I watch him silently as he pulls up her shirt and listens to her chest.

“How are you going with the period thing?” He smiles.

“Fine,” I snap as I take a sip of my coffee.

He smiles broadly.

“What?”

“This domestic version of Stan is very entertaining.”

I fake a smile. “Hilarious.”

He picks his coffee up from the side table and takes a seat on the end of the bed.

“What happened? Why did she get this migraine?”

I shrug.

“Probably because I am an idiot who keeps stressing her out.” I sigh.

“Did you tell her you didn’t trust her?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“Did you argue?” he asks.

“No, she was calm and I argued. Tell me, Cam, do you think Natasha loves me?” I sigh.

He smiles. “I hope so.”

My face drops.

“Of course she does, idiot.” He frowns. “Why would you even say that?”

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