Looking After Her Man

"I take it you enjoyed the muffins then, my cuddly wounded hero," Bron replied, leaning over the bed to kiss her favourite ‘secret agent’.

"I could learn to like them," Ed grinned, then went white as pain shot through his body when he tried to get more comfortable.

"Green pill?" Bron asked.

Ed gritted his teeth and nodded. He hated to be like this, hated to be a burden to the woman he had fallen head over heels in love with.

Bron came back from the bathroom with two green pills and opened up a bottle of mineral water from beside the bed, pouring some into a glass. Arranging pillows behind Ed’s back to help him sit up, she handed him the pills and water, rubbing his shoulder as he took them. He handed back the empty glass, settled back into the pillows and sighed.

"This stinks," he murmured, reaching for her hand and interlocking his fingers with hers.

Bron kissed his forehead and ran her free hand through his short hair. "I know, my sweet, but look on the bright side."

"There’s a bright side?" Ed asked.

"Of course there is. If you hadn’t been hurt when you were, we might never have met, and I wouldn’t have had the best few months of my life, with the sweetest, kindest man in the world."

Bron couldn’t help but giggle when she looked at Ed’s face. The hard arsed CIA man was actually blushing. She kissed him once again and took the empty glass into the bathroom to rinse it out.

"So, do you feel up to getting out of bed yet or would you like to lay there a little longer?"

"I’d like to get up, but hate that you have to struggle to help. Maybe I’ll stay here a bit longer, give us both a break."

"Well, Ceri and Max will most likely drop by later, but I didn’t think you’d want them to see you all weak and helpless," Bron said as seriously as she could, ducking the pillow that was headed her way.

"They’re family, honey, it’s different with them, but you’re right, I’d rather be up when they get here, maybe I need my sticks."

Getting out of bed wasn’t as bad as Ed thought it would have been, the long sleep after arriving must have done him good. With Bron’s help he made it to the bathroom and into the shower, sitting there while Bron stripped off to join him, sponge in hand.

Back in the bedroom, Bron got him dressed in sweat pants and a t-shirt, then helped him into the lounge room. Easing him down onto the comfortable coach to enable him to look out onto the lake. Bringing fresh coffee for both of them, she sat beside him and they held hands.

"It’s so peaceful here," she whispered.

Just then there was a rat-a-tat-tat at the front door…