My world

41.

Meredith.

Derek was able to come home not long ago but he's bed-bound and he hates it. He complains all day, and he whines all day every day, other than when he's asleep.

He had to have another surgery after the first one and he's still healing and will be for a while.

I love Derek so much but it's getting exhausting listening to him complain about the same thing every day.

I understand he's miserable and he's in pain but there's nothing I can do to change things. If he complained about something that I could do something about but I can't do anything to make him able to heal quicker

I get home an hour earlier so I'm here before Derek wakes up. He always has to go to the bathroom right after he wakes up and when I'm not there he tries getting out of bed and going himself.

I put my things away and upstairs and see him starting to wake up.

I sit down on the edge of the bed and watch him wake up.

"You're home early," he groans. "I've told you many times, you're not allowed to pee without me," I say.

"Next time just place an empty water bottle next to me," he says as he carefully sits up.

"I don't think they make water bottles with that wide of a hole," I say helping him sit up comfortably. "Then leave a bucket," he says.

"Have you noticed I have a lot of freckles?" I ask. "Yeah, I look at your face a lot," he says.

"Do you think it looks bad?" I ask. "What?" He asks tiredly. "My freckles, I have a lot of them. Do they look bad?" I say.

"No, of course not. Why would you think that?" He says. "The photographer mentioned something about it earlier and I don't know if I should worry about it or not," I say.

"What's the name of the photographer?" He asks. "Why?" I say. "If you tell me I can be sure he won't be insulting your cute freckles any time soon," he says.

"So that's a no?" I ask. " You shouldn't be worrying about something a photographer said. Men get intimidated when they see a woman they know they can't pull which makes them feel insecure so they insult the woman they're attracted to so he no longer has to feel insecure, at least not alone," he says.

"Are you sure?" I ask. "Yes, I'm sure. If something like this happens again I want you to tell me, alright?" He says.

"Okay, but I don't want anyone dead because of it," I say. "Of course not, they suffer more when they're breathing," he smiles. I glare at him.

"Do you need to use the restroom yet?" I ask. "Are you going to watch me?" He asks. "Would you rather your mother watch you pee?" I say.

"Fine. But do I always have to pee sitting down? I've never peed sitting down before until now," he says.

"So when you're parents potty trained you they taught you standing up when you were three?" I say.

"Yes, they bought a step stool and everything," he says.

"You have to go sitting down. You're stitches could tear if you're standing for too long, Come on," I say as I stand to my feet to help him

"I hate that you pity me," he says as I help him stand to his feet.

"I don't pity you, I just need to help you for the next two months," I say as we walk into the bathroom.

"Can you do the least to save me some dignity and turn around?" He says.

"Yes, fine. Just stand still so I can help you with your boxers," I say. He rolls his eyes.

After he finishes going to the bathroom and help him back into bed.

"I have to bathe tonight," he says. "Okay, I can help you. It'll give me some practice for when you're old and senile," I say.

"Yes, you're very funny," he rolls his eyes. " I know. Are you hungry, can I get you anything?" I say.

"No, Mer. Just do me a favour and turn the TV on please?" He says.

"Yes, of course," I say. I turn the TV on and hand him the remote before getting into bed with him.

"What's your idea on rings?" He asks a couple of minutes later as we're watching a movie.

"What do you mean?" I ask with my hand on his bare stomach and my head on his shoulder.

"What kind of rings do you like?" He says. "What do you mean?" I ask: "What kind of cut, silver, gold, what size of diamonds," he says.

"Um, I don't know, baby," I say. "If I wanted to get you a ring I wouldn't know what kind to get you," he says.

"Why would you want to get me a ring," I pull away slightly to look at him.

"Just as a nice gesture," he shrugs, wincing slightly as he does.

"Do you want some ice?" I ask. "No, I'm fine," he says. "So what kind of cut would you like?" He asks.

"I don't know, I've never really thought about it. What kinds are there?" I say.

He grabs his phone from the nightstand before handing it to me. "Here are some options I thought were nice but I wasn't sure which one you would like," he says.

"Is there a special occasion you're planning for?" I ask. "Our one anniversary is coming up," he says.

"Oh, yeah. That's right!" I say looking at some of the photos. "Wrong photo," I say as I swipe on a photo of his penis.

"So, do you see any that you like?" He asks. "Yeah, i like your penis," I smile at him. "I meant the rings," he says.

"Oh Yeah. They're all beautiful Derek," I say.

"All right, just let me know when you've settled on a couple that you really like and I'll manage to narrow it down," he says kissing my head "Okay," I say.

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I wanna make some good drama come soon and I might throw Mark in there too🤭

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