From My Love to My Life (MXM) (sequel to From My Enemy to My Love)

Chapter 29

Chet Watakeekul

I parked in my regular space at the apartment complex and then grabbed my bag from the back seat. Rusnak had told me when I got home to call Vincent to help me carry in my bag, but the bag wasn't heavy and it was just a sprained ankle. And I didn't have to walk any stairs since there was an elevator.

When I walked into the building, I stopped to speak with the concierge.

"That was a great game yesterday," he said. "How's your leg?"

I was limping a little bit, mainly because I wanted to be careful of my leg and not injure it further. My team was depending on me. "It's alright," I said. "Just a sprain. I should be fine by the next game."

"Take it easy and don't overdo it," he said.

"I'll be careful," I said. I waved goodbye to him as I made my way to the elevator. I said hello to the woman who got off and then I stepped on and pushed the button for the top floor.

As soon as I stepped off the elevator, I heard Goldie bark from our apartment. Somehow she knew it was me. When I got closer to our apartment door, she scratched at it from the other side.

"Don't scratch the door, Goldie," Vincent said from the other side and before I could unlock the door he opened it. Vincent smiled at me. He saw my bag and took it from me. "You should have called me to help you," he said. Goldie came out of the apartment and circled my legs. She got ready to jump up on me in her excitement, but Vincent was quick to grab her collar and pull her back in. "Don't jump on him," he said, "he's hurt."

"I'm okay," I said as I followed them into the apartment and closed the door behind me. Goldie listened to Vincent and didn't jump on me again. "How was everything here?"

"Fine," he said. "Your mom wanted us to go look at tux's tomorrow but that was before your injury. I don't think we should go now."

"I'm really okay," I said.

He frowned at me as he set my bag next to the couch. "We can go next weekend," he said, "if you're feeling better. She also said she should take you tux shopping and I should go with your dad."

"Why can't we just go together?" I asked.

He pointed to the couch so I obediently sat. He didn't sit next to me, instead he remained standing. Goldie came up to me and forced her head underneath my hand so I pet her.

"Your mom said something about it being bad luck seeing the bride in her dress before the wedding day."

I rolled my eyes. "Neither of us are brides," I said.

"I told her that," he said, "she said some concept. She wanted to go with you because in her words she doesn't trust you to pick out a good tux on your own."

"Then why is my dad going with you? You have much better taste than he does."

"Yeah, she said I could pick out my own tux. Your dad will just be there to keep me company."

"I see."

His eyes trailed to my ankle. "I'm fine," I said. I left out that it was throbbing a little and it did hurt, but it wasn't bad. He would worry if I said that.

He bent down and gently took off my shoes. He examined the wrap as if he was apt enough to determine if Dr. Morales' work was good enough. Then he lifted both of my legs and stretched them out on the couch. I couldn't help but smile as he did so.

He was quiet as he went into the kitchen, opened the freezer and took out the cold pack. He came back to me, lifted up my legs, sat down and then set my legs on his lap so he would have easy access to my feet. He wrapped my sprained ankle in the cold pack.