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“Are you okay?” I asked once she was tucked into bed

I did that

I tucked her into bed

Since as I a guy who tucked people into bed?

What are you doing to me, woman?

“I’, Damian”

“Rest,” I told her, and then I said good night

20

Damian

I woke to the smell of food The srowled frooods

Rolling out of bed, I glanced at my phone

1:03 pm

That was the latest I’d slept in in a long tiet ho

I pulledoutside my door

There was a knot in ru happy taste”

It turned out the knot inMy heart was skipping because of her Stella singing outside of my door with a voice that reminded me of a heaven that I hadn’t even known I’d believed in made my heart skip

Beat, beat, skip, skip

All because of her

I stood, walked over to my door, and opened it There she stood with a tray in her hands and a lopsided smile plastered across her face as she balanced her body on crutches and held a tray of food in front of her, with a black rose sitting in a small vase

“Jesus, Stella, what are you doing?” I griped, taking the ja all of this How’s your ankle?” I asked, concerned that she was doing too much on her injury

She pulled up her sweatpants and showed me her ankle, which luckily was down in size Still swollen, but worlds of improvement

“It hurts, but I’m okay,” she said quickly

I raised an eyebrow “Are you drunk still?”

Her head shook “No”

That muscle in my chest?

Beat, beat, skip, skip

“You didn’t have to cook for me”