NARRATIVE POV
The couple arrived home from the restaurant. Delilah waddling with her crutches to the Acorn Stairlift aligned with the stair rail. She rode it upstairs, crutches across her lap. She made it to the top, and began to limp for the bedroom down the hall.
Lucas was there waiting for her, sitting on the edge of the king size Tempurpedic™ mattress. He tapped it, indicating for her to join him.
"You know, you don't even have a cast anymore, which means, you're healing." Lucas smiled, taking her head onto his shoulder.
"I guess." She mumbled, taking his hand into hers. "So, what did you want to talk about?" She asked, fiddling with his large fingers.
"Well, your doctor said you needed to take warm baths for your muscles, so let's go." Lucas stood from the bed, grabbing her two hands to stand her up and lead her to the conjoined bathroom.
"Uh, Lucas. I- I don't think I'm up for that." She hesitated as she stood anyways.
"Baby, you need this, come on." Although Delilah was in a shitty mood, she sighed and did as she was told as she always did.
She limped as she followed him into the master bathroom. He walked her over to the toilet where she sat and he turned on the bathtub and squirted a few pumps of lavender soap (her favorite scent) into the water.
It had been forever since Lucas had seen his girlfriend in her birthday suit. Ever since she arrived back from her traumatizing event, she wouldn't even let him see her in her underwear. Feeling he'd find her disgusting/gross the way she thought of herself. She felt used and tarnished.
"So are you going to take a bath with your clothes on?" Lucas chuckled as he rested his body against the sink, looking down at her as she sat on the gray-cushioned toilet cover.
"Can you... Turn around?" D asked, her eyes not focusing on Luke but, the white wood flooring under her royal blue painted toes.
Lucas interrupted his self from speaking on behalf of him concealing his gaze on his girlfriend. He turned around, hearing the released clicking noises as she undid her bra clasps. He heard her pile of clothing fall against the floor and he spoke:
"May I turn around now?" He asked, putting his hands up in a defensive form.
"Yeah..." She hesitated to say. Wrapping her arms around herself, concealing her large breasts and pudgy tummy.
He looked at her and smirked, giving her a wink. She softly laughed under her breath as Lucas reached for the shower knobs and turned off the water.
"Here you go, my queen." He jokingly stated, doing a voila motion with his hands.
"Thanks." She laughed, attempting to stand from the toilet. He quickly walked over to assist her from one side of the bathroom to the other. He held her forearms as she put herself into the hot water, one leg at a time.
She slowly sat down and let out a sigh of relief. Lucas came behind her and pulled her box braids into a large bun to keep them from getting wet as she submerged herself deeper within the floral scented tub her mate crafted perfectly for her.
Delilah brought the foamy bubbles closer to herself, hiding her chest and the majority of her body as Lucas brought a small stool beside the large 8 foot bathtub, resting his arms on the edge.
"I swear, this is as big as a jacuzzi." She softly giggled, her eyes closed as she laid her head onto the perimeter of the bath. Lucas laughed as she did. "Thank you for this. Honestly." Eyes still closed, she reached for his large hands once again.
