He unlaced their hands and frowned, "Listen he had it coming".
"Morgan. What. Did. You. Do."
"I went to their house and decked him good," he said with confidence.
"Morgan you just got arrested," she lectured him.
"You know, I thought you would be a little appreciative that someone cares about you enough to do that," he began to rant but Laney cut him off.
"Then why didn't you tell me?".
He was silent and Laney sighed, "I care about you a lot. I don't want it to ever backfire on you".
He stayed silent as he walked out to the living room leaving Laney in bed with her own thoughts. If silent treatment was what he was giving, she could give it right back. He walked back in with a glass of whiskey and she turned around and faced the other way, closing her eyes. The weight of the wine was making her eyes flutter to sleep anyways so avoiding him would be easy.
As her eyes fluttered open, she turned to see his side of the bed empty. Her heart broke a little but she saw a Post-it on her bedside table with her pain meds and the ointment:
Went to the studio. Take this when you wake up
See you soon- M
She swallowed the pill with the water left on her bedside table and yawned. This wasa useful time for her to paint. Hobbling her way to the studio room, she remembered that Lauren had spoken about a charity piece and texted her.
Laney: hey I got some time on my hands! what would you like for the charity piece?
She also remembered that she promised Jack a painting as well. The idea of an old red Mustang popped into her head and she grabbed a blank canvas putting it on the easel gently. Her body didn't ache as much as usual but she still needed to be careful.
As she painted, the thought of not getting Morgan a one-year anniversary gift began to slowly consume her again. She had felt like a bad girlfriend since she encouraged him to reach out to Laney, gave her the happiest surprise, showed her off, and now had to take care of her for the week. They both had gone through hell and back this week, it was evident that the toll had taken place.
She didn't know what to do in her state to make it up to him, she should have been grateful instead of whining. Rubbing her eyes with her palms, she wiped away the forming tears. The painting was done but just had to be shipped and packaged, it was a simplistic painting.
Noon.
Where had the time gone today?
Laney made her way to the shower and listened to some Luke Combs while she washed away the ointment from earlier and the few dots of red paint. Humming to Kind Of Love We Make, she put on an oversized tour shirt and some leggings. She heard the front door open and peeked out of the room to see Morgan taking his shoes off, "Hey babe, how was the studio?".
He smiled walked over to her and gave her a small kiss, "Got a song brewing up. How are you feeling? Any pain?".
Laney leaned into him, "I'm okay I painted a painting for Jack. The one he asked for... Do you want to see?".
He nodded holding her hand firmly as she began to lead him to the room. As the door creaked open, the canvas was revealed to Morgan.
"You are so damn talented," he said looking at it and then looking at her.
"I love you," she smiled gazing up at him and leaning in for a kiss.
He clutched her face heightening the kiss into a flame of passion. Nearly melting into him already, she felt his hand engulf her waist pulling her in gently, "Does this hurt you?".
