He had never been in so much pain in his life and yet in this moment, he feels blissful.
Staring at the ceiling in his downstairs guest room, Max tiredly fades in and out of consciousness.
Yesterday was beyond unpleasant to say the least. He was certain his balls were exploded by her ferocious kicks.
And he never thought the pain would stop either.
Lauren spent the night to keep an eye on everyone, since Max was predisposed and Helen was having her own struggles in the basement. She kept them all on their toes and left the home for school this morning with all three children.
Leaving Max to stare at the white ceiling that slightly swirled in his vision.
"Hcchm..." Helen clears her throat as she enters the spare room and finds Max starfished in the middle of the bed. Rolling his head to look at her, he smiles- overly drugged and unable to truly move- he feels.
"Heeeeyyy..." He smiles at her and weakly lifts his left hand from the bed- trying to entice her to come over to see him.
"How um...how are you feeling?" She asks as she remains in the doorway and notices a bag of frozen carrots on his privates- needing them to keep the swelling down.
"C...come here...Baby...sit...me—phhahaha!" He chuckles as he speaks and she inwardly sighs.
"Oh Lord, you are off your rocker."
"Rocker....I hardly know 'er." He laughs again and Helen once more sighs before coming over to the bed. His finger tips can just barely reach her hip and he allows his fingers to wander up and down what he can reach. "Wanna...wanna make out?"
"Rain check."
"But...it is raining..." He groggily points to the rain coming down outside the window and Helen shakes her head. "So...so we're good."
"No. You need to rest." She says and steps away so his hand can no longer touch her.
"Don't you need too?"
"I do...but..."
"Then come on...we'll baby each other. Come on." He excitedly, yet very slowly slides over so he's on one side of the full size bed and gently pats the mattress for her to join him.
"Max..."
"Please..." He pouts and she doesn't truly see a way around this, so she lays down beside him on her back and both just stare at the ceiling. "Need a projector...to watch movies on."
"That's not a bad idea." She says and he turns his head to look at her.
"Although, I do rather enjoy watching you...a beautiful view." He says and she blushes but Max covers his mouth. "That sounded creepy. Am I a creep?"
"Haha, no—just drugged."
"Oh...my peas hurt..." He lifts his head the best he can to look down at the bag on his genitals and Helen looks too.
"Those are carrots, Dear."
"The carrot doesn't hurt...just the peas...or rather the pod."
"Oh my gosh...haha..."
"Feel- they aren't normal." He tries to take her hand and place it on the bag and she just laughs as she resists him.
"I'm not feeling your peas or your carrot."
"So you don't eat your vegetables?" He asks seriously and she covers her face with her hands to try and cool her hot cheeks. "I'm frankly a big fan of potatoes...even though people are saying they aren't vegetables any more."
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Intertwined
Fanfiction****Alternate Universe: New Amsterdam*** Helen Sharpe has been trying her best to simply keep her head above water. As a single mother of two teenage boys: she has to do all she can to not only keep them from burning their world down, but also find...
