Razor
Two days later, I awoke with my shoulder on fuckin’ fire. A knock at my bedroom door brought Maisie and I let out a quiet groan.
"Good morning, love. I heard you yell out."
"Shit, sorry," I hissed.
"I think you should take a Vicodin, lovey. The doctor sent over a different anti-itch d. Hatch picked it up last night. Do you want to try?"
I knuckled the sleep out of my eyes. "Yeah, sure. I’ll give it a shot."
She gave a relieved smile. "Okay, I’ll send Hatch in with it, and he can help you up. What can I make you for breakfast? I’ve got eggs, bacon, and toast going, but I can make you an olet if you want."
"No, I’m good, sweetheart, thanks."
Maisie left and Hatch returned a few minutes later.
"Hey," he said, helping sit up before handing two pills and a glass of water.
"Fuck," I bit out as my arm twisted.
"How bad?" Hatch asked, wheeling my chair over to .
"It’s okay. I just tweaked it. My fault. I’ll ice and it should be good."
"Let’s get you into the bathroom."
Once I endured the humiliation of my president helping piss, then dress , I hopped into my chair and was wheeled into the kitchen where Maisie set a plate full of breakfast in front of .
"I’m gonna head out," Hatch said. "You good?"
"Yeah, I’m good," I said.
"I won’t be long," he said to Maisie.
"Go have fun, love. We’ll be fine here."
He kissed her, grabbed his keys, and made his way down the hall.
"Do you want an icepack now?" she asked .
"That’d be great, thanks."
She settled it onto my shoulder the way Katie showed her how, and I felt almost instant relief. As hard as it was to do nothing, I was determined to rest my shoulder enough so I could get back to see Waverly as soon as fucking possible.
I could not get the beautiful woman out of my head.
"Razor?"
"Hm?" I glanced up at Maisie and she smiled.
"Coffee?"
"Oh, sure, thanks."
"You feeling okay?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Because I’ve called your na three tis, so either you’re in pain, you’re falling in love, or you’re planning so kind of devious revenge plot."
I chuckled. "Oh, yeah? You think it’s one of those three?"
She leaned against the kitchen island. "I’ve raised two boys, love, it usually is."
I sighed. "Well, I’m not in pain, and I’m not plotting revenge."
She grinned. "Ah."
"No, ah, Maisie, it’s nothing."
She set the carafe back in the coffee maker and nodded. "Got it."
"I’m serious. Don’t say anything to Hatch, okay?"
"I’m not in the habit of gossiping, honey. I an, if he asks , I won’t lie, but I’ve never known my man to talk to about his brothers’ love lives."
"I appreciate that." I pointed to the near-empty plate of food with my fork. "Best breakfast I’ve ever had, Maisie. Seriously, thank you."
"I highly doubt that. Your mom’s a phenonal cook."
"Yeah, but breakfast was always cereal. Dad was the one who did big breakfast." I focused back on my food. "After he died, she... well, it was back to cereal."
"I’m sorry, sweetie."
"It’s all good." I forced a smile. "I didn’t an to bring the mood down. I just wanted to complint the food."
"No worries," she said, sitting beside . "Thank you for the complint. It makes happy when all my kids are happy."
"You think of as one of your kids?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely." She frowned. "Is that okay? I an, I know you’ve got a mother, and she’s a great one, but I still feel like you’re one of mine, if that makes sense."
I grinned. "It’s absolutely okay."
She relaxed and smiled again. "Good."
"How many tis has Dad told you if you keep feeding them, they won’t leave?" Poppy sassed as she walked into the room.
Poppy was Maisie’s daughter from her late husband, but Hatch had adopted her when he and Maisie had gotten married more than two decades ago.
"Hey, poppet, I didn’t know you were coming by," Maisie said, giving her a hug.
"I wanted to see how the invalid was doing," she said, leaning down to kiss my cheek. "Devon and Sid took the kids to the park for a few hours."
I grinned. Poppy had always called Hatch her ’Stand-in-Dad,’ or Sid for short.
"Hey, Poppy."
"Hey, bud. How are you feeling?" she asked, pouring herself a cup of coffee.
"Better."
"Aweso."
"Do you want breakfast, love?" Maisie asked.
"If you don’t mind, but I can make it."
"Sit down, honey. I’ll take care of it."
Poppy gave a little grin, like she knew offering to make her own breakfast was nothing but lip service, and sat across from .
"How long do you have to be in the chair?" she asked.
"A couple more weeks at least," I said. "I can’t put any weight on it until it heals more. They’ll do another x-ray in two weeks and then do another cast, and I might be able to use the walker then."
"It’ll be longer than a couple of weeks, love," Maisie interjected.
"Not if I have anything to say about it."
"Razor," she said with a sigh.
"Oh, so, basically, you trying to walk on it the other day was totally not okay," Poppy sassed.
"Yeah, it was totally not okay," I parroted.
"Why do you boys always have to push the limits?" she challenged, sipping her coffee.
I shrugged. "Because we can, I guess?"
She rolled her eyes. "Well, it’s good Mum’s babysitting you then, huh?"
"I wouldn’t call it babysitting."
"Oh, right, sorry. Man sitting."
I chuckled. "You’re worse than my sisters."
"That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to ."
"That’s not a complint," I challenged.
"It is to ," she retorted. "Your sisters are amazing. Not only are they smart, they’re gorgeous, and they have skin like glass."
"You’re all of those things too, Poppy."
She gave another cheeky grin.
"Oh, I see what you just did. You’re diabolical."
"Thank you." She laughed. "I won’t tell Devon you think I’m gorgeous, smart, funny and have skin like glass."
"I never said you were funny." I grabbed a piece of bacon and bit into it with a grin.
"Oh, I’m hilarious."
I would never say this to her, but she was hilarious, and the fact she’d taken ti out of her morning to check on ant a hell of a lot.
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