Isn't It A Coincidence.

Chapter 7

"Sean," a voice called out. I frowned, "Sean?" It called my name again, so I lifted my head and looked around. "Sean." I looked at Taylor, my tired eyes blurring. 

I rubbed my eyes, "Taylor? Are you okay?" I looked again and saw a small smile on his face. 

"Sean, water." I chuckled and put the straw to his lips. After a moment he let it go, so I put the water down. "Come here," he whispered. I smiled, laying my head next to his. "Closer," he whispered again. I inched my face closer and he kissed me. A gentle brush of lips. 

I laid my forehead against his, my hand resting on his hair. His hair was tied back with an elastic, and I laughed while I tugged it out. "Mmmm, harder baby." I smacked him upside the head, making him grin. 

"Idiot," I grumbled. He made a kissy faces at me and I gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek. He pouted, grumbling about me being an unromantic old man. Brat. 

***

It's been a few months since then, and Taylor was finally able to go home after physical therapy. I signed the discharge papers, holding his hand as I drove us to the office. "I'm finally able to move around and you want to work?" I gave him a look, parking the car. 

"I left the office to pick you up, I can't just not come back for my last hour of the day. It's been a while since I took over my company again, plus I took hers over. I have a huge load of paperwork to do still. You'll survive one measly hour. I'm only taking over until you feel like taking it, or selling it. I don't want to run both you know," I ranted.

He moved his hands and mocked me as I spoke, earning a punch on the arm. "Brat," I grumbled. I smiled despite his childish teasing, holding his hand as we walked through the office. I guess life sometimes worked itself out, as long as we didn't get anymore Angelina's running around and trying to get us killed... right?