It was always a surprise when their house was quiet and Stevie paused for a moment, making sure their dinner wasn't going to burn before going to check on her boyfriend. She'd come home from work an hour ago to find him virtually unreachable, buried in working out some ridiculously beautiful guitar solo. It was unusual for him to stop playing until she dragged him virtually kicking and screaming out of wherever he sat cross-legged with his baby and so she found herself with a niggling worry for him. Which was stupid. Because Lindsey was absolutely fine.
She wasn't absolutely fine, however, when she discovered him leaning over her with a concerned expression on his face and her nose hurting like a motherfucker. Groaning, she raised a hand up to her face, gingerly feeling around for bruises and lumps. "What the hell was that?"
"You may have accidentally run into the door I was just opening," he said sheepishly, a hand rubbing her arm in what she thought was an effort to be comforting but was currently just pissing her off.
"Dinner," she said, that one word leaving her mouth in a way which apparently left her boyfriend confused as to her mental state.
"Dinner?" he repeated, frowning.
"Dinner," she stated slowly this time, pointing to the kitchen. "Check on it. Please."
"But..."
"You want a burned dinner?" Stevie asked, trying to stop herself from laughing at the distressed look on Lindsey's face.
"But..."
"You can't wreck it, honey. Honestly."
He seemed to take some kind of strength from her convincing sounding encouragement and she hoped the actual doubts she had as to whether he could manage to finish cooking dinner without it coming to complete ruin weren't visible on her increasingly sore face. "I might just lay here for a bit longer."
"In the hallway?"
"You feel like moving me?"
Within five minutes, she was resting comfortably on the couch, a bag of ice held delicately to her cheekbone and nose, listening to Lindsey cursing up a storm in the kitchen.
They ended up eating take-out.
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