"The biscuits are homemade and were fresh baked yesterday, too. They're notas softas they would have been yesterday, but they're still good."
"Darlin', stop fretting. Lunch is delicious. The wine is the perfect compliment to the meal. It would have been a nice surprise."
"Thank you."
When they finished the meal and cleaned up the dishes they sipped their wine and went back to watching Supernatural. He had to admit, he was getting into it. So much so that he was startled by a knock on the front door. He glanced at his phone to check the time. It was already 6 pm. "That must be Lucas back to take the rest of the stitches out."
"I'll get it. You stay put."
"Ask who it is just to be safe," he told her.
"Yes, sir," she replied cheekily. "Who is it?" she asked once she got to the door.
"It's Lucas."
Frankie opened the door and stepped back. "Come on in."
"Obeying doctor's orders this time?" Lucas asked as he stepped inside.
"Yes, doc, I've been a good boy. All we've done is watch T.V." Yaeger replied.
"That's what I like to hear. Let's get the last of those stitches out before the skin decides to close up over them. That would be a bitch to deal with."
"Yeah, I'd rather younothave to cut into me," Yaeger said in response. As it was the skin had started growing over the stitches some and he winced as they were removed. "Thank fuck that's over with," he said once it was done.
Lucas chuckled. "Sorry, I should have gotten here sooner. Continue to rest the next couple of days and you'll be back to normal in no time."
"I'll make sure he does," Frankie told him.
"All right, I'm going to get home before the storm hits. Try to stay warm you two," Lucas said and left.
"We should eat something. It's getting late," Yaeger told her.
"You stay put. I'll make dinner," Frankie replied. She gave him a quick kiss and bustled off to the kitchen.
"I feel like a damn invalid," he grumbled, arms crossed over his chest.
"Lover boy, you almost died on me yesterday. Let me take care of you," she countered.
"Well, when you put it that way, you have a good point." He watched her move around the kitchen, and soon the smell of food cooking filled the air.
When it was done, she set the table. "Dinner's ready," she told him.
"It smells delicious. What are we having?"
"Pan fried steak, garlic roasted potatoes, and seared asparagus with fresh rolls."
"Damn woman, keep feeding me like this and I'm never letting you go home," he joked. "Looks like the storm's finally hit," he added as fat snowflakes fell outside the window.
"Looks like it," she agreed.
"I'm glad you took a few days off from work, darlin'," he admitted.
"Someone has to keep you out of trouble," she said with a laugh.
"Hardy har har. Smartass. Dinner is really good. Thanks, darlin'."
"You're welcome."
