Samantha Heed has done nothing but work as hard as she could in life. Becoming a veterinarian and owning her own clinic by the age of twenty-six, Samantha doesn't normally give the time of day to men. Having trust issues most her life with the oppos...
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When I placed the food order the guy said it could be an hour by time it gets here or more due to the high amount of orders they have today. I am fine with that because it means that right now Samantha gets a good head start to a nap.
Something she really needs. With her laying on me, I can see her face clearer with the lights the way they are from the tv screen. I can see just how tired she has been from the last two nights of barely there sleep.
Sleep is someething I have adapted to not have to need so much of. It is true for me that most sleep I have got at once is when I have been with Samantha but still it seems like I can't sleep over seven hours tops. Which for me is a large amount, considering I have gone years on a maybe three hours tops at once. That is the first thing I noticed with Samantha from the night I stopped her from being carried off and slept in the same bed as her.
I smirk looking at the table where she got up after being comfortable to lay cash down for the food. I know she was upset about the date, but I meant every word I said about doing it tomorrow.
Her health means so much to me and right now sleep is what she needs. I could about kick myself if I would have taken her out on a date tonight in the shape she is in. Being on the low side of sleep makes her more vulnerable and how her sass was no where to be seen.
The doorbell goes off but Samantha does not so much as flinch. Poor Tanker and Oreo raise their heads up with the chiming that sounds.
Gently, I move my arms around her to pick her up off my lap with how she was laying on me all but with her legs stretched out. Laying her on the couch, I walk to the door.
"Hi, I got the order that was placed." A young man smiles.
"Thank you." I nod with a small smile and pull my wallet out.
Handing him a the cash along with a generious tip, I take the bag of food.
"Have a nice day." I say before moving to close the door, as he walks away.
"You too man. Thanks!" He waves and bounces down the steps.
With the door closed, I put the food on the kitchen table and move over to the fur babies food bowls. Samantha still has the one Tanker used out. So, I grab three cans from where I seen them when here the last time and grab the can opener to the side. After opening all three cans, I place Fluffier's bowl first since it is one for cats before I do both of the pups food.
Since they are eating, I wash my hands and get two plates from the cabinet. I get the food put on them and walk back to the couch.
I squat down in front of Samantha where she is still sleeping. This is hard because I feel torn in a way, she needs to sleep but also to eat. Right now she is seeming to sleep so peacefully.
"Hey sweet girl. The food is here." I whisper and rub her arm.
Samantha's eyes open slowly and she looks at me with a smile. "Hi." She yawns.
