ODDS OF LOVE: SEASON SEVEN

Episode 18

Spencer was very worried about his husband.

DuBuis was still in the bed. He didn't want to get up even to go to the bathroom and take a bath or shower which was not his usual routine. DuBuis was very particular about his hygiene and appearance. He didn't want food. He didn't want to talk. He just was content to recline on the double bed and cling to his pillow with his eyes open and staring at absolutely nothing.

Spencer could understand. He had felt something very similar after the shooting as well as the attack. But this was DuBuis..... He was always so strong and confident and sure of himself. Spencer chalked it up to the bipolar diagnosis too , and had suggested that he call Reverend Lynn but he had said no. And he didn't want to take his medicine that morning either.

" Sweetie , are you ok ? ," he asked as he sat next to DuBuis's side of the bed, his hand stroking his face tenderly. " I think you should eat. I can bring you some breakfast. What would you like? I'll make you anything. And I can get your medicine. "

DuBuis didn't answer. He just remained silent and lost in whatever thoughts were running through his own head.

Spencer's worry was starting to grow steadily. " I called the hospital. Angel is doing well. He pulled through the surgery good. "

DuBuis looked at him with eyes that were almost disturbingly vacant. He looked at Spencer for a very long time. Then he finally spoke. " He should not have gotten shot. That bullet was for me. He pointed the gun at me. Why did he stand in front of me? " Then he fell back into more silence until he whispered softly," I should have been shot instead. "

Spencer was shocked hearing those words. As well as angry. He was never angry really with his husband but he was in that one moment in time. How dare he say that to him? He had been so terrified watching the same man that had shot him holding a damn gun to his husband's head. He had thought he was going to lose the man he loved. Fuck him , he thought as he rolled his chair out of the bedroom abruptly before he said something he probably shouldn't.

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Andrew was in the kitchen fixing breakfast while telling his wife that the moving van drivers should be there tomorrow. " Which means we can move in tomorrow," he said quietly as he seasoned up the scrambled eggs in the frying pan.

Glory nodded and rubbed at her ankle which the doctor had said was only sprained but not broken thankfully. " That will be nice. I'm certain that Spencer and his family will be anxious to have their house back. Plus I'm looking forward to decorating ours. "

Andrew turned the burners off on the stove and turned around to look at his wife with eyes of love and concern. " You don't want to still do another family dinner tomorrow, do you? ," he asked. " You know if you don't feel up to it it can wait till the next Sunday at our place. "

Glory shook her head. " No. I think it's a good family tradition and I don't want to disturb it. Don't worry about my ankle. You know Spencer does as much work on the dinner as I do. " She smiled softly. " I'll be fine. You worry too much. "