This Is Me Famous

Chapter 7

Just stay put." Hayden said through clenched teeth. I looked up from my book. He was fighting with the hose. Amused, I shook my head and went back to my reading. "Dammit, you piece of shit!" 

"Do you need help?" I asked putting my book down. 

"No." He said quickly. He adjusted it again, and I watched it flop over, away from the new plants he'd just put in. "Yes." 

I got up and inspected the hose. The fan sprayer Hayden had on it wasn't threaded correctly, but that shouldn't be causing a problem. I followed the hose all the way back to the spigot, and found the problem midway. It was kinked. Not enough to prevent water flowing, but enough to stop it from laying they way Hayden wanted it to. I turned off the water and twisted the kink out. 

"Put it where you want it." I said. He did, then I slowly turned the water on. The hose didn't move. "Patience is a virtue. You should know that." 

He gave me a sour look, then begrudgingly thanked me. I sat back down and sipped my iced tea. He got back down on his knees and started pulling weeds. I turned my attention back to my book. 

"Expert gardener can't even lay hose." I mused with a smile.

"Shut up." He snipped without looking at me. I glared at him. 

"Dude, chill." 

He leaned back and sighed. "I'm sorry."

"I've never seen you this worked up over your garden." I put my book down.

"I'm just in a bad mood today." 

"Well, that's more than obvious. Why?" I went over and sat next to him. He looked at me and shook his head. 

"I didn't sleep well last night." He laid back and closed his eyes. He'd slept in his own room because he stayed up late playing video games, and didn't want to wake me up when he came to bed. "I kept waking up thinking you were having nightmares, I'd go down to check on you, and you were fine. Sleeping soundly." 

"You should have just gotten into bed with me. I was in a Vicodin induced coma, I probably wouldn't have even noticed you climbing over me." I said grabbing his hand. It was covered in dirt, but I laced my fingers with his. "You worry about me too much sometimes." 

 "I've worried about you since I was four years old." He turned his head and looked at me. "You're worth it, you always have been." 

I smiled and leaned down to kiss him. 

"Just please don't worry yourself into a bad mood anymore." I said. "And please, for the love of God, try not to worry about me tomorrow." 

"You're having surgery. I'm going to worry." He replied. "It's my job." 

I rolled my eyes. "I'm going to be fine, Hay'd. It's only going to take a couple hours, and you'll be bringing me home with you." 

"I know." He groaned. "I just can't help but think about things that could go wrong. You've never had to have surgery before."

"I'll be fine. It's a routine operation, Hayden." I said trying to sooth his anxiety. 

"Things can still go wrong. You could have a bad reaction to the anesthetic." 

"And there will be plenty of trained doctors who will know what to do if it happens." I said. "Let's go inside. Get a shower and take a nap." 

"I want to finish weeding." 

"The weeds will still be there after my surgery. I'm tired too, we can snuggle up and nap for a couple hours, then you can have dinner while I watch you eat, cursing that I have to keep my stomach empty." I made a funny face at him and he smiled.