Doin' a Dime by Vale, Lynn (learn to read activity book .txt) 📕

“Until we know just how bad his injury is, yes. He’s quite a fall risk,” the nurse explained as she checked something on his chart.

I knew that, but I didn’t see anything too badly wrong with him walking as long as someone was here to make sure he didn’t fall.

But I would address that with the doctor, or Zach if he came in again.

In the meantime, I started to undo the blanket from around his body as I told him about his hair.

“You’re going to need a haircut,” I declared. “Pronto.”

“As long as you’re the one giving it to me, I’m fine with that,” he announced. “I don’t like people touching me, remember?”

The nurse came over and started to mess with the IV line on his arm, and he flinched and started to move away from her, going as far as to get out of bed.

And that, more than anything, explained to me why he kept trying to stand up and leave.

I waved her off. “I think it’s you touching him that he doesn’t like. He’s very sensitive to touch and other people’s nearness. I think it would be best to allow me to take care of this for you. What do you need done?”

The nurse looked taken aback. She started to open her mouth, and then snapped it closed with a clack of teeth. “I’m sorry, but he’s going to have to endure it. You’re probably an excellent caregiver, but you don’t have the skills it would take to hook up his pain meds, or anything else.”

I nearly rolled my eyes.

The only thing that stopped me was the fact that Hunt really didn’t need me and his nurse yelling at each other so close to suffering a head injury.

I narrowed my eyes, though.

Giving her my best mean glare.

“How about you go get the doctor, and we’ll discuss this,” I suggested.

“Listen, ma’am,” the nurse sneered. “I’m sure that I can give him some medication that’ll make him not care.”

I narrowed my eyes. “I’m sure you know that it’s not necessary to drug a person for compliance.”

The nurse gave a long suffering sigh and left, leaving me with my man who was looking at me with a gleam in his eyes. “Damn.”

“What?” I asked.

“I’m married to a badass.” He nodded once as if in confirmation. “Do you want to have babies with me?”

I giggled. “Sure. But in a couple of years. Not right now.”

He sighed. “That’s boring.”

I snickered. “It may be boring, but I’d really love to get to know you more without having to have our kids running around everywhere. And, not to mention, we can go on vacation or our honeymoon, kid-free, while we’re still young and can enjoy it.”

He was nodding as if I’d given him some really clever points to consider.

“What about another dog?” he suggested. “I want another dog. Have we talked about how many dogs we’ll have?”

My lips twitched. “Yes, we actually just discussed a dog not too long ago.”

He nodded seriously.

“How about over the next couple of weeks we look at a couple of shelters?”

“I actually have a shelter that I bought my dogs from,” he explained. “We can check those out.”

“Do you want another Doberman?” I asked curiously.

He frowned. “There’s a reason, yes. But it’ll make you cry.”

I knew it would based on the way his eyes went wide, and then sad.

“Hit me,” I said, taking the space on the opposite side of the bed where he’d all but scooted out of the bed to get away from the nurse.

He sighed and rubbed his forehead against my breasts, making me nearly roll my eyes.

“When I was first starting out with hacking, there was a neighbor that I really hated. Like, seriously despised. He was really bad to his dog, and I called animal control on him. Like a superhero. A super dog hero. A bad ass, awesome super dog hero that saved the mighty dog. I love dogs. Did you know that?”

My lips twitched. “Sure.”

“Anyway, this dog was a Doberman. When I heard that he was getting euthanized, I contacted a Doberman rescue and talked to them about getting Dooby. Dooby found a really loving home with the shelter people, and from there, I managed to always make sure they had money to help other dogs. And when I finally moved out of my parents’ house and got my own place, I made sure to get a dog from their rescue. That’s where I got mine, and I’d really love to get another one from them if it’s okay.”

Of course, it was okay.

“Of course,” I replied, sniffling. “Are you doing okay? Is your head okay?”

“I feel finnnnne.” He drawled the word out. “You look fine. I want you to have my babies.”

I snickered and rested my head against his chest. “One day, Hunt, I’ll have all the babies you want.”

“Ten?” he asked hopefully.

“Umm,” I hesitated. “I’ll go for five. Is that okay?”

He grumbled something under his breath that sounded like ‘bullshit’ but just as I was about to laugh, a doctor came in with the nurse from earlier.

That had to be why I was smiling when I got my first good look at the doctor.

A doctor that, might I add, I’d never gotten along with, but regardless of our past differences was always rather polite.

He didn’t like being contradicted in front of his patients, and I had a feeling with Zach coming in just behind that we were about to have a lot of contradicting going on.

“What’s with that face?” Hunt asked me, not realizing that I was looking at the newcomers and not him. “I don’t like seeing a frown on your face. It makes me feel weird right here.”

He pointed to his heart, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Hunt, this is Dr. Garrick. Dr. Garrick, this is my husband, Hunt McJimpsey,” I introduced the two of them.

Dr. Garrick looked at me in confusion. “I thought your name was Wyett Villin. Not McJimpsey.”

I opened my mouth to explain,