Not Just The King Of Brooklyn

Chapter 6

I sigh nervously as Spot helps me into the bathroom. He got me up extra early so we can take our time with my bath considering if I hurry, I'll be in a lot of pain. We didn't want to push the wheelchair into the bathroom because it'll take up too much room. I'm still in the clothes I've had on since Mush hurt me. But that's only because I've been trying to heal a lot before I try to bathe. Spot didn't want to have me undress in the bedroom since he still had to get me into the bathroom and he knows I'm a little uncomfortable with him being near me while I'm naked.

"Acushla, yous have ta...undress now, maybe." Spot says. I roll my eyes.

"Obviously. What do yous think I's gonna do? Bathe in my clothes?" I snicker. Spot shakes his head at me and grabs a large towel. I begin to take my suspenders off, but my top rib pops and I yelp. I grab the edge of the sink. Spot places a hand on my back.

"Yous okay?" Spot asks worriedly. I shake my head.

"My rib popped outta place." I reply, wincing. Spot sighs and makes me look into his eyes.

"Yous wanna know why I's keep dese suspendas even though dey faded?" Spot asks. I raise an eyebrow.

"Yeah. I's actually do want ta know wh..." I begin but am cut off by Spot popping my rib back in place  I cry out in pain. Spot kisses my cheek.

"Now yous can wonda why I's keep my suspendas." Spot tells me. I glare at him.

"Yous could have warned me." I grumble. Spot rolls his eyes.

"Well it doesn't hoit as much if yous don't know it's comin'." Spot replies. I shake my head at him.

"Can yous...help me get my shoit off?" I ask shyly. Spot chuckles before loosening my suspenders and sliding them off my shoulders. He then presses on my ribs and raises my right arm to the side. I raise my left arm at the same time, knowing it'll stretch my torso more if I don't raise both arms at the same time. Spot carefully unbuttons my shirt and holds my ribs as I slowly slide the right side of my shirt off my arm. Spot then slides the left side off my arm. I blush and cover my chest with my left arm. Spot places light kisses from my jawline, down my neck, and onto my left shoulder.

"Ya don't have ta hide from me, Acushla." Spot mumbles. I shakily lower my left arm and Spot looks at my right side. He brushes his fingers over the two distinct bruises. I blush and shiver from the warmth of his hand. Spot is focused on my ribs when I grab his suspenders and pull him forwards. Spot places his hands on my waist gently as I kiss him. He pulls back and shakes his head.

"As much as I's want ta continue dis, wes can't. Yoa hoit and I's would ratha yous keep yoa innocence a while longa." Spot says. I nod and tuck a few strands of hair behind my ear, glancing down slightly. Spot kisses my forehead.

"Trust me, Dollface. It's very temptin'. But I's have ta put yous foist. And I's can't do anythin' if yous can barely walk witout bein' in pain." Spot tells me. I smile softly at him.

"Where would I's be witout yous Spot?" I mumble. He gives me a tiny smile.

"Wes won't have ta know." Spot replies before carefully pulling my pants off. I blush and he takes my undergarments off.

"Yous are one beautiful goil, Acushla." Spot says with his signature smirk. He winks at me and I hit him.

"Asshole." I grumble. Spot raises an eyebrow as he carefully lifts me into the tub of cold water. He helps me sit down in the tub.

"What did I's do?" Spot asks. I roll my eyes.

"Yous don't deny a goil afta she tries ta initiate things and den tell her she's beautiful." I scold. Spot raises his hands in defence.