5 Reasons To Love Again

Chapter 46

Laying on Brady was warm and comfortable. I'm not sure how much time passed but I raised my head and sat up. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was past time that I usually started dinner. Brady didn't say a word and just lay there smiling dreamily at me. He put his hands behind his head and just kept looking at me. I gave him a puzzled look.

"What?" I asked him.

His grin grew bigger. "Nothing! Just enjoying the view."

I looked down and realized that I was still topless. I blushed and crossed my arms. Brady just chuckled and sat up. He handed me my bra and helped me put it back on. He even clipped it back together for me and proceeded to do the same with my shirt. I liked the way the guys took care of me. For so long I had been the one taking care of everyone else, it felt nice for someone to do the same for me.

Brady pulled his shirt back on and stood up. He grabbed the handset and held a hand out to me and pulled me up to standing.

"Buttercup, you might want to look in the mirror at your hair. I might have messed it up a little."

"Ok." I said and walked into his bathroom and turned on the light. My hair was a mess! My lips were still slightly swollen and it looked like I had been messing around. Turning on the water in the sink, I wet my hands and ran them through my hair to tame the waves a little. A minute later, I looked more presentable with damp wavy hair. I walked out of his bathroom and Brady looked at me approvingly.

"That's better Buttercup. I didn't mind the other look but I'm not sure that you would have wanted everyone else to see you like that."

"Thank you Brady. My hair was a mess!" I said laughing.

He reached out his hand to me again and said, "Let's check on Wyatt."

We went down the hallway to Wyatt's room and Brady knocked on the door softly and peeked in. Opening the door wider so that both of us could get in, Brady pulled me into the room with him. Wyatt was awake and watching a television crime show. He smiled at both of us. Letting go of Brady's hand I grabbed the thermometer and scanned Wyatt's forehead. It was 98.7 degrees.

"No more fever!" I said happily.

"I am starting to feel better. Not like I'm burning up anymore."

"Need anymore juice or water?"

"I'll take some water."

I started to go to the mini fridge and Brady beat me to it. He opened a bottle and handed it to Wyatt.

"Thanks bro." Wyatt said and drank some water.

"Do you still want soup for dinner? Or would you rather have something else?" I asked him.

"Oh, are you going to milk this for all it's worth?" Brady teased Wyatt.

I swatted Brady's arm. "Don't pick on him! The poor thing is sick!"

"Yeah Brady, I'm sick." Wyatt whined. Brady laughed and shook his head. I sat on the bed next to Wyatt and smoothed his hair back from his face.

"I still think that I want the soup." he said to me.

"Ok. I'll make sure that you get it for dinner."

I kissed his forehead and got up from the bed. Brady was tapping away at his phone and grinning. We walked out of the bedroom and Brady closed the door behind us. We walked down the stairs and Brady's phone started dinging.

"Alright. What did you send to the other guys?" I asked him in my best "mom" voice.

"I might have sent them a little video clip of Wyatt being a big baby." he confessed sheepishly.