Mother hen
Even with all the drama that had happened lately, Thanksgiving dinner was amazing. The ladies out did themselves. Oscar and Chet both agreed. Everyone helped cook and clean up the mess. Though, there was three hours between the two events. After dinner, they went for a walk around Chet and Bell’s property. They would walk a little while and would rest awhile. Oscar was still really sore. But he was able to sit without help today. As they rested, they would chat. The two couples decided to spend Christmas Eve together. All in all, it was a great day.
Esther was doing what she could to help Oscar. She in no way wanted him to feel like she was smothering him.
She was sitting in her brand new window set, “sweetheart, would you care to help me with this dressin’?”
“Of course,” she smiled. “I would’ve offered but I didn’t want you to think I was trying to be a mother hen.”
He kissed her on the forehead, “how about I tell you if you’re bein’ a mother hen? That way you don’t ever have to worry about it.”
She smiled, “I think I can deal with that.”
After following him into the bathroom, he took off his shirt and rested his hands on top his head. Dr. Bob had given him medicine to be taken by mouth and a cream to put on the wound. “Did he tell you how often to put on a clean dressin’?”
“No, I was hoping he told you.”
“Honey, this is going to hurt. I’m sorry.”
“I know.” He whispered.
She tried her best to take it off slowly and with the least amount of damage. “The only thing he told me about changin’ the dressin’ was to make sure it was clean.” Oscar drew a sharp breath through his teeth. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
“Oh my,” she stared at the raw red flesh on his side.
“What?”
“It looks so angry. But I guess I would be too if someone had sliced me open.” She took a rubber glove from the sink. Dr. Bob did give her very clear instructions on how to clean the wound. Oscar flinched. As she applied the cream, he drew a sharp breath. As carefully as she could, she recovered the wound. “I guess this means I can’t screw your brains out my husband.”
He smiled, “perhaps not tonight, but I find that idea intriguing.”
“Oh do you now?” She grinned as she snapped off the glove.
He kissed her with THAT KISS. “I love you so much.”
“If someone would have told me a year ago that I would be married, I would have laughed in their face.”
He gave her a sleepy smile, “likewise.”
“Are you gonna try to go work Monday?” She called from the bedroom.
“I see no reason why not.” He groaned as he put his shirt back on.
“May I drive you?”
He didn’t answer at first. He was too blown away by the question. Wow! She had really asked if he wanted her to take him to work. He walked into the room; she was turning the bed down. “Am I not supposed to drive?”
“I didn’t read anything about it on your medications and Dr. Bob didn’t say not to. I just thought it might be a nice gesture.”
He grinned a big sly grin, “I would like that very much.” Esther was trying really hard not to hurt him. So much so that she insisted that they sleep with a pillow between them. “Honey, I hate this pillow. I understand why you want it to be here, but I hate it.”
She caressed his face in the darkness, “what if I hurt you? What if I hit you and it starts to bleed? This way I feel like there is a little more cushion between us.”
He moaned as she trailed her fingers around his face, “I need to hold you.”
She gave in and wiggled carefully into his arms. “Better?”
“You know it.”
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