“I’m going to kill him,” she says, fury echoing in her tone. “No one stabs my husband, and anyone who tries to harm you will wish they never thought of that.”
Fuck, her fiery heart makes me hard, but I am sure my wife wouldn’t condone that. I’ll have a word with the doctor to be on my side.
I kiss her temple. “That can wait.”
It doesn’t take long for her to fall asleep, and I watch her for a long time—my entire life lies in this woman, my pregnant wife.
The doctor enters, but I am too busy contemplating the wonder of my life to care about his pesky presence.
“Your vitals are good, indicating positive progress. No infection. No fever.”
“When can I leave then?”
He eyes me over his clipboard, regarding me with a hard stare. “I would suggest at least a few days.”
I wave him off, and he says in a no-nonsense voice, “You need to take it easy.”
It’s surprising the fine doctor shows such boldness. I wouldn’t have thought it, which makes me respect him.
“Finally found your voice,” I smirk, and it emboldens him.
“I spent hours saving your life. I would appreciate it if you listened to what I say.”
His dedication will be rewarded. I guess we’ll build him that hospital after all.
“I will, Doc. Now, when can I fuck my wife?”
He pinches the bridge of his nose. “In a month.”
“A fucking month?”
He shrugs, checking on me. “Nothing to jeopardize your recovery.”
My jaw sets in a hard line, and I gnash my teeth. “My wife won’t hear about this nonsense.”
“That was your wife’s first question when we brought you from the ICU.”
Fuck, she knows me too well.
My frustration washes away, a warm feeling taking its place.
“Why are you worried? I survived. If a bullet didn’t take me out, you bet I can endure some stabbing.”
I return my attention to my wife, who sleeps soundly and safe, tucked in the crook of my arm.
Time passes and I can’t stop it, but I will make the best of it.
Brushing some strands from her face, I kiss the tip of her nose, not wanting to wake her up.
She whispers my name, instinctively knowing to whom she belongs.
“You always knew you were mine,” I say, my voice dipped in reverent amazement.
Her face lights up with a radiant smile. “Does my husband need reassurance?”
“It wouldn’t hurt.” I wiggle my brows. “Especially since I can’t have you for two weeks.”
“A month. Nice try, though.”
