Page 7 of Reaper and Abby

“Well I’m lucky I came in, when one of the plastic surgeons were here.” Abby gave him a gentle smile. “Thank you, Shawn.”

“I’m not that good, Abby. Still got a year to go before the degree is completely done.”

“Well Eve’s forehead healed perfectly and you wouldn’t even know she had such a deep gash.” Abby went to get up. Doctor Shawn placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her.

“Just wait a few minutes before getting up. I want to get you a prescription for some antibiotics and pain relief, even though I know you won’t take it. Though,” and he looked at me for the first time. “Perhaps your husband will be able to convince you to take them.”

I gave him a head nod and stepped back as he walked out of the small room.

Abby was looking down at her hand.

A few moments passed, and I wasn’t sure how long Doctor fuckwit was going to be. So I wasn’t going to remain silent.

“You didn’t tell me Tyson ruined your art.” I looked directly at her, wanting to see her expression.

Her glassy eyes went from her hand to me. She gave me a small smile. “It’s not a big deal.”

“It is Abby.”

“It’s just a canvas.”

“It’s not, it’s your hard work. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I came to tell you, you were busy with the club.” Abby’s words didn’t have any anger or aggression within her tone. She gave me a reassuring smile. “It’s fine Kade, it’s not a big deal.”

“Okay, so,” The doctor walked back into the room. “Scripts. I want you to come in, about two weeks for me to take those stitches out. Just come in when it suits you, let the girls at the triage tell me you’re here and I’ll come out.” To my surprise he handed me the scripts. “Nice to meet you Mr Wilson. Try and get your wife to have those pills.”

I saw him glance at my club cut.

“I’m sure I’ll be back in between now and then. Tyson won’t go a full month without getting some sort of injury.” Abby said, standing next to me. “Thanks Shawn.”

He gave her a real smile, and then she walked past me. His eyes went to me. The look he gave me. Well fuck me. Did he think I hadn’t seen disapproval in someone’s eyes before?

We walked out of triage. I went to Abby’s side, placing a hand on her hip and pulling her to my side as we walked out. I noticed how she didn’t push me away, or even snap at me, fuck she didn’t even look at me.

I wasn’t sure if that was a sign how mad she was, or how deeply I had fucked up.

Walking out into the night air. She was by my side but she wasn’t with me. . . if that made any fucking sense. Fuck me. She’s my wife. I can fix this.

My phone rang when we just made it to the SUV. I ignored it.

“Answer it, I’ll wait in the car.” Abby said and just stood at the passenger door. I stared at her. Who the fuck was this woman?

I pressed the button unlocking the car and answered my phone.

“Yeah?” I said into the phone. I listened to what Viper was telling me, but my eyes were glued to the SUV as my wife sat in the front passenger. I could even hear the dull sound of the radio going, as if she didn’t even want to overhear a conversation I was having.

Fuck this. I wasn’t having her shutting me out like this.

I ended the call and got in the car. Earlier, I was ready to fight with her, pull her in line. Remind her of her place. I glanced at her and she was staring out the window. Now. I wasn’t sure what the fuck to do or say. The reality was, that doctor in there knew more about my family than I fucking did.

They said I was a great fucking president, but I could counter that. I was a fucking deadbeat dad.

“I’ll speak to Tyson,” I said, breaking the silence in the car. “What he did tonight isn’t acceptable.”

Abby was silent.

I took my eyes off the road to glance at her. Her face was expressionless. “I mean it Abby, I’m gonna talk to him about it.”

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