He sat alongside her, and the bed dipped slightly. Her first attempts at taking care of the family ran through his mind. She had certainly come a long way, this angel of his.
Angel’s eyes slowly opened. She held her hand out, and Nate kicked his boots off and joined her on the bed.
“How do you feel?” He ran his knuckles across her cheek.
“I feel like I should be up taking care of my family.”
“No, sweetheart, it’s our turn to take care of you. You have to stay in bed for a few days.”
“Will you stay here with me?” Her eyes twinkled.
“Honey, that would kill me. Staying next to you and not touching.”
“Well, I don’t hurt everywhere, you know.”
“How about here?” He kissed the soft skin on her neck.
“Nope.” A slight catch in her voice.
“Here?” Going a little lower.
“Nope. Not there, either.” Breathless response.
Going further. “Here?”
“Um, no, don’t think so.” She pulled his mouth to hers.
Matt pushed open the bedroom door. “Papa, Luke threw up.”