It's difficult to find the way everything fits into place once it's broken, even if a surgeon gives you a pretty significant first push. Alexia's recovery is progressing with hope. Her knee is responding well to rehabilitation, but she doesn't feel...
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The keys had a hard time fitting in. Too much stress for today. I tried to force them in with more strength and gave a frustrated kick to the wood when it didn't work either. That lock was a piece of crap.
Suddenly, the door opened and Marc's amused face appeared, with his disheveled hair and his trusted gray hoodie.
"Having trouble again?" He laughed, giving me space to pass.
The frustration with the key was forgotten, and I lit up with excitement about what I was dying to tell him.
"Marc, Marc, Marc!" I jumped up excitedly as he grabbed my bag and placed it on the kitchen counter.
"What, what, what?" He cheekily imitated me.
I gave him a mischievous look and raised my eyebrows defiantly.
"Guess."
"Are you going to make me guess it with my teeth?" He said playfully, approaching me and then biting my lower lip. "Tell me already, I'm dying to know."
I paused dramatically, making him even more desperate, and just as he was about to bite me again, I spoke.
"They're back!" I exclaimed excitedly.
"Really?" He widened his eyes. "I told you they would come back! I told you!" I nodded happily several times, so fast that my head hurt a little. "And what did you do?"
"I took their orders," I affirmed, satisfied. "Mariona had water, Mapi had juice, Aitana also had water... And Alexia ordered a beer!"
"Seriously?" He questioned as we walked towards the sofa. I followed closely. "With her stuck-up face. I thought she would be the type to tell the others to take care of themselves to perform on the field."
"It suits her, doesn't it?" I laughed just before throwing myself onto the couch.
Marc carelessly threw himself on top of me after setting up our show on the television. I complained by hitting his shoulder, and he burst into laughter, accompanied by a apologetic kiss.
"And then what did you do?"
I furrowed my brow at his question.
"And then?"
"Yes, and then?"
"Nothing else," I replied.
"No photo, no autograph... Not even a video with a greeting for your handsome boyfriend?" He rolled his eyes at his words.
"Of course not. I want them to keep coming, not to scare them away with my 'handsome' boyfriend," I said, emphasizing the adjective, teasingly. "If they realize I'm a super fan, they'll feel uncomfortable and won't come back. I think they like that nobody is watching or bothering them."
Marc lifted his head and looked at me strangely.
"So, what's the point?" I returned his gaze with the same intensity, urging him to continue speaking. "I mean, why do you want them to keep coming if you're not going to talk to them at all?" I had no idea what to answer because I hadn't even thought about the why. Was I expecting them to become my best friends just by seeing my face constantly? Marc laughed again. "In the end, you won't get a photo, an autograph, or anything."
I stuck my tongue out and reached out as far as I could to grab the TV remote. It wasn't the easiest thing in the world with his body on top of me.
"By the way," Marc spoke. I lowered the TV remote to listen. "I've been looking at a few more apartments. I've saved a few. They're a bit far from the city center, but they're well connected. I've checked. Besides, the down payment isn't too high, and we could afford it. You should take a look and see if you like them."
"Yeah, sure," I nodded, raising the remote again and pressing play. He grabbed the remote from me and paused it again. "Oh, you mean now?" Marc nodded, convinced. "Marc... I'm really tired from work. I just want to lay here with you and watch that damn episode that keeps me awake."
"I've been telling you for a week that I've found apartments for you to see, and you keep postponing it. And the few times I managed to get you to look at one, you found plenty of faults," he complained.
"Love... It's just that when it comes to getting a mortgage, the apartment has to be perfect, the right one. It's for a lifetime. With this job, I'll be lucky if I'm not still paying it off with my pension," I sighed. With both arms on either side of my body, Marc pushed himself up to stand. "Are you leaving?"
"I don't feel like watching the show right now. I'm going to bed," he said, without further ado, walking straight to our bedroom.
I grabbed the cushion and let out a frustrated groan against it. Damn it, one more day without knowing if Jason kicks the bucket in that garage.
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