You never know how lucky you are to breathe until you have a cold. This is horrible, as if I’m not mollycoddled enough Mark’s made me stay in bed with a box of Kleenex and a chick flick, probably some kind of bribe for me to talk to him. We’ve been icy since the restaurant drama last week, I’m really getting fed up of his ‘I’m your dad’ attitude I’m 26 years old not four.
He sent me a text saying he’s popping out with Rina and the kids over in the next town, I ignored it of course. Oh, there it is the click in the door, he couldn’t leave me for five minutes could he;
“Fuck off!” I yelled, as heavy footsteps clambered up the stairs..
“Oh sorry I’ll just go then...” as soon as the first word hit my ears I dragged my body up turning to see Glen standing there. Ah, the familiar rapid thumping of my heart starting again letting me know I’m alive, that’s how I feel when he’s around and like everything makes sense.
“I thought you were Mark!” I croaked. I watched as he took this jacket off before sitting on the side of the bed.
“How’s my girl doing huh?” he asks as I lean over him to reach the tissues
“Horrible, I can’t breathe!” I whine blowing my nose hoping to get rid of this crappy cold.
“Come here love...” I raise an eyebrow at him as he tries to pull me into a hug, since when does this happen? I’m not really in the mood for this today. Or any day, I’m still mad. We’re still fighting, or at least I think we are.
I felt his lips on my hair kissing the top of my head lightly, even that made my stomach flip my hands instinctively clutch onto his arm as much as I don’t want to. It’s just a reflex now.
As soon as my hand takes hold of his arm he pulls away giving me that heart sinking feeling that’s happening more and more lately it’s like he doesn’t want to even be with me. This is all Mark’s doing, he’s scared him off...
I pulled myself away from him crawling back under the covers pulling them up with me all the way to my chin grumbling moodily. A small sigh erupts from him probably picking up on my mood, if he had any sense he’d leave me to wallow in self pity but I know he’s not going to.
“What’s wrong love?” he asked again scooting over trying to cuddle me, my hand swats him away I’m too ill for this.
“I don’t feel well just leave me alone, you don’t do this normally so what’s changed?” I turned over to look at him a glare fixed on my face which threatens to disappear as his expression turns into an amused smile.
“Actually Mark asked me to come over and look after you.” If I was a dog my ears would have pricked up at the sentence, my body shot up off the pillow in disbelief, regretting it instantly my hands went to my head as the pounding started along with the light spinning of the room around me. I wobbled unsteadily as I tried to steady the swaying;
“Whoa, easy. You’re really not well are you?”
“What gave you that idea!” I snarled grumpily as he pulled the covers off me causing me to whine in protest. Before I even had an idea of what to say to that he picked me up off the comfort of the bed.
“What’re you doing?!” I yelled but wrapping my hands around his neck just in case.
“We’re going downstairs. I think bad TV, tea and cuddles are in order for Miss grumpy pants!” he chuckled, kicking the door open with his foot prancing out the door and down the stairs looking pretty pleased with himself.
