"Well, I'm here now so stop acting like I'm dead!" Lukas shouted, wincing slightly. His throat still must be sore, it's a miracle he didn't need vocal chord surgery.
"Okay, okay," I smiled softly at him, kissing his hands again, "You're here, you're awake, you're alive, and I love you."
His face flushed slightly, cheeks tinted pink, "Yeah, whatever. I'm hungry."
Typical. Ignoring everything I said only to ask for food or coffee. God I love him.
"I'll go to the cafeteria, what do you want?" I asked, standing up to stretch.
"Nothing from there, that food tastes like shit on a stick," he glared.
"Okay...uh, I can ask your doctor if you can have outside food yet, but I know you still can't eat solids," he bit his lip.
"I want tomato soup," he said simply, shrugging, "Figure it out." With that, Lukas grabbed his book and started to read.
I wasn't going to get through to him.
As I walked out, I chuckled to myself, happy to know he was accepting that we were actually together.
He's still going to have nightmares, but I'm going to always be there for him. Thought life and death I'll be there for him.
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SIX MONTHS LATER
"You asshole! Come get the groceries!" Lukas yelled at me, rolling into the apartment with his lap full. "I swear to all things holy that if you don't help me, I will cut your balls off and see them back on backwards!"
I dropped everything and rushed to help Lukas, bringing in things like milk and juice.
Once we finished, I took a look at my Norwegian prince. After smiling at him for a while, I kissed his cheek, putting groceries up.
"I love you Lukas," I said, putting the high stuff up first.
"Yeah yeah, just be lucky you're still alive."
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