Our Hourglass (Sequel to Perfectly Photogenic)

Chapter 70

Brianne's POV

"God, my foot is killing me!" Ryan whined for the umpteenth time this morning. We were back home from our cruise and it's the same old same old here, well except for Ryan complaining about his aches and pains.

"Now what did you do to yourself?" I asked, taking a break from catching up on some emails.

"No idea, but it hurts." He sighed, sitting across from me at the dining room table. I shut my laptop and slid my chair so I was facing in front of him.

"Let me see." Ryan extended his leg out, propping his foot up on my knee. "I don't see anything, where does it hurt?" I asked, inspecting his foot.

"The arch of my foot." I felt around and I assumed I pressed on a tender spot because Ryan jerked his foot back and screamed like a banshee. "FUCK!"

"I'm sorry!" I immediately apologized. "Are you sure you didn't hurt yourself while we were on vacation?"

"If I did, I would've told you." Ryan said, rubbing his foot.

"Actually, you would curse for a good solid ten minutes, bitch at whatever hurt you and then you would tell me you sustained some type of bodily injury." I smiled, patting his knee. "I'm your wife, I know you a little bit better than you think, love."

"Whoopie."

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That week I had convinced Ryan to go get his foot checked out since it seemed to be bothering him that much. I was sitting in the exam room with him while holding Carson on my lap, who was keeping himself entertained by tearing apart a pamphlet on some random medication.

"Maybe I'm dying." Ryan joked, laughing over at me.

"For God's sake.." I rolled my eyes. "You get one pain in your foot, you're not dying."

"That's how it all starts."

"You're hysterical." Just as I said that Carson let out a laugh, crinkling up the paper in his little hands as hard as he could.

"He thinks so." Ryan nodding to Carson.

"Ryan, he's one..and being entertained by paper."

The door opened up and the doctor walked in, holding an x-ray of Ryan's foot. He placed it up on a lit screen on the wall and proceeded to tell us exactly what the problem was.

"Nothing out of the ordinary, you have a bone spur in your foot." He explained, pointing to a small jagged piece of bone on the x-ray.

"How do I heal it?" Ryan asked.

"Well I could give you a shot of corticosteroids, but they'll only manage the symptoms for so long and you'd have to come back for another dose. The other option is to have the spur removed by surgery."

"I'll take the surgery."

"How long will he be off his feet for?" I asked.

"I'd say maybe a week or two."

Oh goody. I know this is going to drive Ryan up the wall, is he really sure he wants to have surgery done?

"You sure you want to do that?"

"It's better than getting the shot and then coming back how many weeks or months later and you know with tour around the corner it'll be impossible."

"Okay, you're the boss." I smiled.

I feel like this is going to drive both Ryan and I insane.