chapter 35

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Parker has been taking care of me constantly for the last three days. He has quite literally been attached to my side waiting on my every order.

It may seem like I've been living the good life, but it's been anything but.

I am not able to do anything for myself thanks to Parker's mum's orders.

From brushing my teeth to changing my own clothes!

I think Parker's taking this whole thing a little over the top. I actually miss doing redundant things for myself like going to the store or
washing my clothes. . . well, not really the latter.

And I can't get mad at the little vixen. If anything I should be grateful for his presence. And I am! It's just sometimes it's more than what I'm used to I guess.

Today I feel like I'm able to walk without any abdominal pain. I'll have to show Park when he gets back from the store. Hopefully then he'll let off a bit.

As if on cue, I turn my head to see a mop of dark hair enter from the back, groceries in hand. The brown, paper bags he's carrying are much too big for him and I chuckle as most of his face is covered by groceries.

Closing the door with his backside, he sets them down and starts unpacking them all while diving into another one of his 'disastrous' grocery shopping stories. They way he gets worked up over the tiniest things is actually really cute, and is just another one of the things I've come to love about him.

"I just had the worst shopping day! This bimbo at Grocery Chopper just would not get over herself. I mean talk about an ego," Parker continues, obviously very angry over some situation at the market.

I take this as my chance since he's distracted to show him that I am more than capable of moving around and functioning on my own. Placing both of my hands on the armrests of the couch I begin to lift myself.

I start off slowly and feel fine for the most part. My lower back side is still a bit tinder, but not anything I can't handle.

I move at a relatively fast pace, but as it shows not quite as fast as I thought.

"Harold!"

Fuck. In record timing, Parker is by my side gently pushing me back down and stands in front of me, between my legs arms crossed.

He looks absolutely stunning in his oversized college sweater and faded jeans and I can't take him seriously at this proximity.

"I'm okay to move around, Park," I say staring into his eyes. "I've been okay for days now. Let me show you," I finish, standing up and placing both of my hands on either side of him rubbing soothingly.

This seems to relax him a lot.

"Please, Park," I say pushing out my bottom lip.

Rolling his eyes, he moves out of my way and requests that I walk around so that he can see.

Got 'em.

"See? I'm okay," I say ignoring the small pain in my lower back.

This seems to not be enough for him but he doesn't fight it.

"Fine. I'll let off, but if I hear even the slightest groan from you, you are back on bed rest, understood?"

"Yes ma'am," I say mockingly and he blushes.

Oh, how I've missed that blush. It seems like forever since I've made him feel that way.

Parker heads off towards the kitchen to start dinner and I smile at his confidence in me. I could tell that I didn't have the greatest posture as I moved around, but he must've been able to tell how much I wanted this.

Always so considerate.

As a chill sweeps through my body I make way for the A/C and set it on a warmer setting as I grab for a pair of white Nike socks to warm my feet.

Reaching down to put on my socks seems to be more difficult than I thought and I fail to stifle my cry of pain as my body is shot with ache.

"What happened? Are you okay? I knew we shoul-," Parker begins rushing in and I shush him before he has any doubt about this and I'm bedridden for another week.

"I'm fine, Park. Could you just help me put on my socks? My lower back is not properly healed and bending over is killing me," I say calmly not wanting to rile him up.

He looks into my eyes for a second before pushing me down gently on the couch and getting on his knees to help slide on my socks. He looks so beautiful beneath me.

God, I want him so bad.

Removing the inappropriate thoughts that are stemming from his current position from my head, I look away from him as he slides on my slippers.

"There," he says smiling at his work.

"Now take it easy, why don't ya?"

Heading into my room I open up my laptop to complete my last assignment before break officially starts for me. Whilst I was in jail, Parker personally emailed all of my professor's for me and the dean of students notifying them of my situation - only the coma - and they all agree to extend my assignments.

Groaning at the Calculus II problem that I got stuck on earlier in the day I begin work.

AFTER PARKER finished making dinner he served both of us and pulled up a chair to help me out. It took us hours to understand the crap my professor's come up with and by the time we were done the day was nearly over.

I feel terrible for him. I mean, he's spent most of his break now catering to my every need and helping me with overdue assignments. It just seems like the longer I stay around him the more in debt to him I become.

Then, I have an idea.

I remember him mentioning a long time ago, back when I first met him, that he's always wanted to go camping. He supposedly never went as a child due to his parents busy schedules and just has never found the time to do it recently.

I grin slightly at the thought and begin planning for the trip. I want to leave soon. Very soon.

Tomorrow morning to be exact.

I have to make a phone call.

And that's how the rest of my night went. Park falling asleep to the sound of the television on the living room couch and me secretly working out all of the details for tomorrow's trip.

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